<?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-2871765255021114018</id><updated>2012-02-12T18:08:42.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Martha's House</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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>124</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871765255021114018.post-8248485132199517225</id><published>2009-01-03T21:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:00:27.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slimming Down</title><content type='html'>My running the last couple of days has been unremarkable, to say the least. I'm blaming it on a combination of dreary weather and holiday booze and food consumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My intent was to get out yesterday for this week's 16 mile run. I didn't sleep well Thursday night and it was only about 30 degrees Friday morning, nothing really motivating me to get out. Doing the long run, alone is hard enough but when the weather wouldn't cooperate I knew it wasn't going to happen. I finally headed out around 5 for a slow, 5 miles...I even walked some of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to convince one of the Grant Park Boys to run Saturday morning. I knew no one would run 16 but James agreed to 7. I figured it would at least get me out of the house. My plan was to leave at 7, run about 3 miles, meet James, then run what ever balance was left. Well I was running late, so I only got 2 in before meeting up. After the run, I was helping James with his new GPS when his lovely wife came out and offered me coffee. I didn't stay long, but I sat still long enough to get a chill. I managed to round it out to almost 13 but man it was tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chilled to the bone by the time I got home. I took a hot shower, more coffee, cuddled with Nibbles on the couch...nothing was working. I knew heading out to hash was out of the question. Last thing I need to get sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my day consisted of a quick doze on the couch, a trip to the pet store for dog food and a new sweater for Nibbles and I popped into Trader's to grab a birthday card for tomorrow's party. Now I'm listening to the Colts game and keeping my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/atlantaboiler/3163599777/" title="Nibbles new sweater by Martha SI, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1006/3163599777_1a34111ec8.jpg" width="500" height="354" alt="Nibbles new sweater" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One somewhat constructive idea came from the past two days of running. So in an attempt to slim down, both myself and my budget I know present my January goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) No drinking during the week&lt;br /&gt;2) No purchases from Amazon or REI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither should be too difficult. Tom not drinking this month should be a big help for me to not drink so me. I always have such a great time with him but MAN, can the two of us do some damage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-8248485132199517225?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/8248485132199517225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=8248485132199517225' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/8248485132199517225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/8248485132199517225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2009/01/slimming-down.html' title='Slimming Down'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1006/3163599777_1a34111ec8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871765255021114018.post-3219557251919267470</id><published>2009-01-02T06:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T08:42:45.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So how did you do?</title><content type='html'>I've been wide awake since 3:30 am. It sucks but when I drink for extended periods of time it really fucks up my sleep patterns. I have the day off today, so it wouldn't be so bad but I need to run 16 miles at some point today and I was hoping to be well rested for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While bored and awake I started browsing past post and found my resolution list for 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) Don't take things so personally, if someone is acting like an ass it isn't my fault, they are just an ass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) Lose 13 pounds &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3) Find a new job that I enjoy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4) Run at least 2 half marathons this year&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5) Keep up with the house cleaning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6) Pay off my last credit card&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7) Finish one project around the house&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did I do? Well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1) this one is hard to measure but I think over all my attitude is greatly improved from last year&lt;br /&gt;2) Done and then some&lt;br /&gt;3) Got the new job&lt;br /&gt;4) Ran 3 half marathons and a 12 miler, plus set several PRs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5) ehh, who's to say, I think Roomba will help&lt;br /&gt;6) fail! Extensive vet bills and several fitness related purchase prevented me from pay this off, I did pay it down and didn't accumulate any new debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;7) Yes, I got the front fence rebuilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I would say I'm at least 5 for 7, not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-3219557251919267470?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/3219557251919267470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=3219557251919267470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/3219557251919267470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/3219557251919267470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-how-did-you-do.html' title='So how did you do?'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-8688435423643924648</id><published>2009-01-01T09:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:57:59.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>It is that time of year again, to reflect on the past year, both the good and the bad and set goals for the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, 2008 was a pretty good year I would put it up there as one of the best in a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somewhat stolen from ITP:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get the Bad out of the way first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Dogs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part of 2008 was the passing of sweet, old Ruben. I got Ruben after a break up several years ago, he was a shy, skinny, shell of a dog when I got him but turned into a great companion. Ruben didn't have an enemy in this world, he never met a stranger and he never caused me a moments trouble. He was diagnosed with cancer, out lived the prognosis by months but on May 20, 2008 it was time to say goodbye to a dear friend...I miss him still and I'm crying right now thinking about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a rough year with Toby. He has some pretty serious health issues we are dealing with and I almost lost him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend of mine moved away at the end of 2008, I will miss her and her family but I know the move to a new place will be best for all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Relationships&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two failed relationships and the final blow to a relationship that needed to end (that may also go in the &lt;em&gt;Good&lt;/em&gt; column).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too scarred from either break-up. I look back at the first one and realize what a bullet I dodged. The second one, that is a little tougher. He is a very good man, treated me well but the differences were just too great and the ability to reach compromises just wasn't there. I wish things had ended differently but I know in my heart the relationship needed to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the Good, my favorite part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Dogs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned before I almost lost Toby in 2008, the good news is I didn't!! He's still with us, I don't know for how much longer but we will enjoy every day we have together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 will be remembered as the year of the Nibbler (aka Nibbles, Midget, Nipple and Taco Bell)!! She is such a cute, spunky little thing...she makes me laugh everyday. Nibbles isn't the dog I had in mind but it works and I'm glad we found each other. I'll give her, her own entry soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have them, they are happy, healthy and have been there for me this past year, thanks guys, you all know who you are! What more could I ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Relationships&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 was a pretty drama free year, with the exception of Super Bowl Sunday. The year started with a 'leftover boy' from 2007. He was okay, he lived in the 'hood, he could be fun...but not the one for me. The break-up was quick, easy and pain free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after S and I broke-up and old 'flame' reignited. We had a good six or seven months. We traveled, he got me into road cycling, always treated me well, we did a lot of things I had not had in past relationships. In the end we were just too different and had very different ideas of the 'perfect' relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently seeing someone, it is going well but early in the relationship. I like him, he's a lot like me, as far as I can tell. A bit of a jock, easy to get along with, very sweet, thoughtful and supportive...hopefully he will be in the Good column next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the biggest step I made in 2008 was beginning to forgive someone who did me wrong...I will never be friends with this person but I've let go of a lot of anger (i.e. I can be in the same room with him and not want to jab an ice pick into his skull) and I'm the better for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Job&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I switched jobs early in 2008. It was a lateral move but I get to focus more on what interests me, I work with a great group of folks and I can see myself being there for awhile. I've been getting really good reviews, offered the opportunity to advance my skills and my contract has been renewed for another year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where the real "magic" happened in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my breakup in early 2007 I had been losing weight. Initially, it was the 'break-up diet' of red wine and luna bars. I started running in 2007 but got much more serious in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2008 I completed five months of operation bootcamp, ran three half marathons, set PR for a 5K, 10K and half marathon, completed Mystery Mountain 12 miles, rode the Roswell Mayor's Ride, Cartersville and Wilson and began training for my first marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between running, biking and boot camp, I lost more weight and toned up. I went from a size 10/12 to a 4/6...not to say I haven't had issues with that but I'm working them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got my beach trip, finally! Spent a nice long weekend in Puerto Rico. It was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally I much happier and calmer than I have ever been in my life. I'm learning to just let things go, I don't need to be in control at all times, I've let go of many of the responsibilities I put on myself and I'm spending at least as much time taking care of me as other folks. Heck, I'm even letting people take care of me from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's next? I've been thinking a lot about my goals for this year, trying to be both realistic and specific so here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) get to 120 pounds, this means losing another 8 pounds or so, I will continue with what has been working for the past year, exercise and eating right.&lt;br /&gt;2) compete first full marathon in under four hours. Currently scheduled to run ING in March.&lt;br /&gt;3) save money/payoff the last credit card balance. I will do this by putting a $500 payment into the budget. Once the card is paid off, that money will go into savings.&lt;br /&gt;4) back up my photos and music, will probably need a little help with this one.&lt;br /&gt;5) take at least one work related class/course&lt;br /&gt;6) keep saying no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone that has been there for me this past year, I think 2009 is going to be even better!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-8688435423643924648?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/8688435423643924648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=8688435423643924648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/8688435423643924648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/8688435423643924648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-970940447490976180</id><published>2008-10-24T10:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:02:48.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My tour of duty is complete</title><content type='html'>I just finished my fifth month of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bootcamp&lt;/span&gt;.  YEAH ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at some old posts today, it wasn't until then I realized how much progress I have made in the last six months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;strong&gt;6 months ago                Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run 1 mile          8:14                                 7:32&lt;br /&gt;Push-ups               20                                    42&lt;br /&gt;Sit-ups                     8                                    36&lt;br /&gt;Dips                        20                                    45&lt;br /&gt;Weight                141lb                               129lb&lt;br /&gt;% body fat            36%                                 30%&lt;br /&gt;Waist                     35in                                 31in&lt;br /&gt;Hips                       40in                                 36in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a lot of encouragement and support over the last 6 months, from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;instructors&lt;/span&gt;, follow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bootcamper&lt;/span&gt; and my good friends, thank you all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be attending &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bootcamp&lt;/span&gt; next month, I think a I need a little break and I'm going to use the money I'm saving to buy some new clothes, since none of my old ones fit anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm signed up for Mystery Mountain, a 12 mile trail run, the Atlanta Half Marathon on Thanksgiving (hoping for a sub-2 hour time) and just for fun, the Romp and Stomp 5K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long term goals include a full marathon and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;triathlon&lt;/span&gt; for 2009!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-970940447490976180?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/970940447490976180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=970940447490976180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/970940447490976180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/970940447490976180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-tour-of-duty-is-complete.html' title='My tour of duty is complete'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-3626798759198380941</id><published>2008-07-22T11:48:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:59:54.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sutset in Bethel</title><content type='html'>I was having a hard time turning of the lights and going to bed last night, at one point I saw it was 11:30 and I figured I might as well stay up and watch the sunset. It was totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3040/2702866195_12094e7413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3040/2702866195_12094e7413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pink and blue and orange...pretty amazing to see. I couldn't get the perfect view because the ONE tree here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bethel&lt;/span&gt; was blocking my view from the porch. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ventured&lt;/span&gt; out into the yard but was attacked my the giant, local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mosquitoes&lt;/span&gt;. If it isn't raining you have to deal with these blood &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thirsty&lt;/span&gt; critters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today will be another slow work day for me. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;colleagues&lt;/span&gt; are pouring over medical charts so there is little for me to do in the way of data checks/quality. I've been working on my programs for the end of the week, I need to remove all the dates (protocol states we can not take these back to Atlanta) and merge all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;datasets&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; also just been documenting my programs, trying to think back to what we did over the last 10 days. So mostly busy work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left early yesterday and meandered home from the hospital. I walked about 5 miles yesterday and I'm hoping for at least that much today. I stopped off at the local art gallery, it was finally open. Not much in the way of native crafts, mostly photos. There were a couple of things that caught my eye, I may have to go back for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped of at the Yukon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kuskokwim&lt;/span&gt; Wildlife Refuge yesterday, I was disappointed. It was one room filled with mostly dead, stuffed animals. The 'bookstore' was closed (it was a closet with some postcards) and there was nothing else to see. You need a plane to see most of the wildlife, there are birds around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bethel&lt;/span&gt; but little else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I will try to check out the boat harbor, Moravian bookstore (for more local crafts) and the local cultural center (if it is open). Posted business hours seem to be more of a suggestion that a hard and fast rule around here. I assume it is because this is fishing season, most of the local still depend on fishing and hunting to supplement their diet. Most head out down the river to fish camps for up to a month at a time, to fish and process the food for the coming year. I guess when the weather is nice they have to take full advantage of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well off to breakfast and getting my day started.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-3626798759198380941?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/3626798759198380941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=3626798759198380941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/3626798759198380941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/3626798759198380941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2008/07/sutset-in-bethel.html' title='Sutset in Bethel'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3040/2702866195_12094e7413_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871765255021114018.post-3653675199670501524</id><published>2008-07-20T22:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:57:20.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please don’t take my sunshine away</title><content type='html'>Too late, the sun has left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bethel&lt;/span&gt; and the rain and wind have returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t much to write about, I get up, try to go for a run, if the weather &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t too bad, take a shower and head to the hospital for a ten hour day of work. The last two days it has been nice enough that we could walk home. The walk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t real enjoyable since I’m schlepping a lap top and all my other work stuff with me but it does kill some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made an attempt at culture last night. The local ‘art gallery’ is on the way from the hospital to the B&amp;amp;B, I guess the nice weather made everyone want to play hooky so the gallery and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Moravian&lt;/span&gt; bookstore next door were both closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we stayed in and made dinner, we where going to watch “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Brokeback&lt;/span&gt; Mountain” but the owner of the B&amp;amp;B has all the R-rated movies blocked…so it was Freaky Friday instead. I chose to head to my room to read and play on-line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m beginning to get a little home sick, the weekend is over, my friends at home went to the pool, hashing, drinking in the Village, celebrated birthdays and I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been working and bored. I’m trying not to count down the days just yet but in less than 5 days I will be heading back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ATL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will see you all very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-3653675199670501524?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/3653675199670501524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=3653675199670501524' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/3653675199670501524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/3653675199670501524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2008/07/please-dont-take-my-sunshine-away.html' title='Please don’t take my sunshine away'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871765255021114018.post-1031240627669588779</id><published>2008-07-19T00:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T01:22:54.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sun Only Shines on TV...in Bethel</title><content type='html'>Until today. Day 4 here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bethel&lt;/span&gt; and I finally got to see the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally adjusting to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bethel&lt;/span&gt; time...I woke up at 6 this morning, not my usual 4. I went out for a quick run, since we had to be at the hospital earlier than usual today. The first thing I noticed when I got outside was how quite it was...it wasn't raining and the wind wasn't blowing, I glanced off to the east and saw a sliver of sunlight. I had high hopes for the day. Of course everyday I think I'm going to walk past a window and see nothing but bright blue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;skies&lt;/span&gt;...today it happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My excitement was somewhat short lived when I realized, I was working and probably would be until well past 6, like everyday this week. Rumor had it that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;today's&lt;/span&gt; work was to be especially challenging. Crap, I was worried this would be my only chance to check things out and enjoy some reasonably good weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well somehow, some way, the issue that caused so much distress on the last visit was resolved very quickly (and I get bonus points from co-workers, even though I don't know what I did to fix it).  I started to do some Saturday work, hoping the good weather would remain and I could enjoy it tomorrow.  Instead we got the go ahead to leave early today, by early we ONLY put in an eight hour day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice out, around 60, sunny, just a touch of a breeze.  We all agreed we should walk home.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bethel&lt;/span&gt; is small enough to walk pretty much everywhere.  So we made a stop at the local '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-mart type' store (I have to go back and pick up some winter gear, it was the only cheap thing there) for more provision for the house, then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;stopped&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Demetre's&lt;/span&gt; for a dinner of pizza and salad and walked back to the White House.  It was still early, only about 6:30 so we made a plan to take a walk down to the river. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home from dinner we where attacked my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mosquitoes&lt;/span&gt;, Shin wasn't prepared to go back out.  Lucy and I were on our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The river was nice, it's been so long since I've been near water, we saw a water plane take off and you could smell the ocean (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bethel&lt;/span&gt; is only about 40 miles from the sea).  We got rained on but it was a very pleasant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;adventure&lt;/span&gt;.  I hope I can head back for more exploring tomorrow.  I wish I could post some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like the weather is going to hold through tomorrow and it looks like I am going to have a short day.  I'm planning on checking out the local market and more exploring of the river and other off the road places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's after 9 and I still have 3 more hours of day light.  I would really like to stay up once to see the sun 'set'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will tell you about the sticker shock at the grocery store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-1031240627669588779?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/1031240627669588779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=1031240627669588779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/1031240627669588779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/1031240627669588779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2008/07/sun-only-shines-on-tvin-bethel.html' title='The Sun Only Shines on TV...in Bethel'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-4048857013182024141</id><published>2008-07-17T09:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T22:38:09.234-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today in Bethel</title><content type='html'>Even though it is currently 45 degrees, rainy and windy, I'm heading outside for a bit. I'm beginning to get cabin fever. The sun is rising so maybe I can grab a few pictures before I start my day. I'm really wishing I had brought a hat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-4048857013182024141?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/4048857013182024141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=4048857013182024141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/4048857013182024141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/4048857013182024141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-in-bethel.html' title='Today in Bethel'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-543901156595505391</id><published>2008-07-16T23:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T00:50:35.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mush doggie...</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here in my room listening to the pack of sled dogs outside, yes real live sled dogs.  Each chained to a small shelter, sitting on a wooden pallet.  I'm not a big fan of sled racing, there is a lot of controvery about how the dogs are treated, this is Alaska and this is what these dogs are bred for ... so I am keeping my feelings to myself.  It is feeding time right now and they are all worked up.  I wish I had remembered to bring the cable for my camera so you could see for yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of dogs here, mostly roaming lose.  There are no leash laws so the mutt just come and go as they please.  Most don't seem to fond of people, they have all kept their distances so far.  I'm hoping for a photo stroll, if/when the weather clears up a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been miserable.  Rainy, cold, overcast and now the wind has really picked up.  I ran yesterday morning and I was able to walk home from dinner last night but otherwise, I've been inside or had to take a taxi.  Fingers crossed for tomorrow, I got a tip on a nice trail that runs along the river. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been brutal, the past two days have been 10+ hours, with just a small break for lunch.  There is a cafeteria at the hospital, fair on a good day.  Maybe tomorrow I can make it to the store for some extra rations.  My co-workers and I stayed in this evening, we made tuna sandwiches and fruit salad.  To be honest I wasn't feeling like going out tonight, the restaurants are pretty shabby and you can't get a drink, so I was happy to save most of my per deim for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of work, it seems to be going well.  My co-workers seemed pleased with the rate and substance of the work I'm doing, along with being entertained with my pleasant personality ;-)&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine I will be this busy next week...with any luck I'll have some time off to go exploring and picture taking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is still early, only 8:15 but I'm still on Atlanta time, I'm going to try to stay up a little longer but I'm beat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't get completely frustrate with this painfully slow internet connection I'll write more tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night everyone!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-543901156595505391?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/543901156595505391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=543901156595505391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/543901156595505391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/543901156595505391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2008/07/mush-doggie.html' title='Mush doggie...'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-1283174666365243266</id><published>2008-07-16T00:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T09:40:03.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I made it</title><content type='html'>Wow, after 18 hours I finally made it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bethel&lt;/span&gt;. What a day, I arrived at the B&amp;amp;B just before I collapsed from exhaustion. I had high hopes when I got to Anchorage, the sky was clear and the temperature mild...no such luck in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bethel&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the sun is 'shining' almost 20 hours a day here, I have yet to see it or the thermometer rise above 50. I woke this morning to the same drizzle that lulled me to sleep last night. It didn't stop me from going out on my first Alaskan jog. I headed out about 5:30 am, lets just say, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bethel&lt;/span&gt; in July is like Atlanta in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to go to bed, it was another long day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-1283174666365243266?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/1283174666365243266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=1283174666365243266' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/1283174666365243266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/1283174666365243266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-made-it.html' title='I made it'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-8690896326047665752</id><published>2008-07-14T07:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T07:34:59.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm off...</title><content type='html'>Well almost, it is 7:15 am my flight is in two and a half hours, I'm packed (I can't go over my list one more time), the house is ready and I'm just waiting on my taxi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a long day, I will land in Bethel around 8 pm local time, midnight here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I happened upon a show called "Tougher in Alaska" on A&amp;amp;E...makes me very glad I'm not going in the winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-8690896326047665752?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/8690896326047665752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=8690896326047665752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/8690896326047665752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/8690896326047665752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-off.html' title='I&apos;m off...'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-7867065178919229628</id><published>2008-07-11T21:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T21:15:37.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boot Camp Update</title><content type='html'>So not only did I finish my 1st round of boot camp, I didn't miss a day in 4 weeks.  I signed up for a second and a third month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be able to complete this month &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of the trip but I will make up the two weeks I will miss in August. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;admit&lt;/span&gt;, the results are better than I had hope and I've &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; myself with what I've been able to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past 10 weeks I've lost about 10 pounds (7% of my body weight), more important, I've lost about 15% body fat, I swear I saw a bicep muscle the other day.  I've noticed a big difference in my abs, one part of my body I've never been happy with, and I'm a lot stronger in my core than I was 10 weeks ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss boot camp while I'm gone.  I intend to keep up with my workouts but I will never push myself as hard as I get pushed there.  It is some of the best money I've ever spent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the first month I went from being able to do 20 push up to almost 50!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-7867065178919229628?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/7867065178919229628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=7867065178919229628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/7867065178919229628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/7867065178919229628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2008/07/boot-camp-update.html' title='Boot Camp Update'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-7228024374799926722</id><published>2008-07-11T20:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T20:57:01.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back but not for long</title><content type='html'>Today someone reminded me that I have a blog, who would have thought, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy couple of months, between work, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bootcamp&lt;/span&gt;, the boyfriend and having a little fun, there hasn't been much time to sit in front of the computer to write it all down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving in a few days for a big work trip.  I'll be heading the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bethel&lt;/span&gt;, Alaska for 12 days.  This trip has been in the works for quite awhile but it still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;snuck&lt;/span&gt; up on me.  I'm staying in tonight and multi-tasking getting ready for the trip and making good use of a loaner lap top with a working CD drive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months ago, in a vain attempt to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unclutter&lt;/span&gt; my house, I packed away all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CDs&lt;/span&gt;.  I haven't listen to most of them since I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sirus&lt;/span&gt; radio a couple of years ago.  I wasn't quite ready to toss them all out though.  So tonight I'm ripping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CDs&lt;/span&gt; on to the lap top and then transferring them to my home computer, since the CD/DVD drive crapped out months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also trying to consolidate the many lists I've made for this trip.  I have to pack more than I normally would for three reasons.  1) I will not have access to a washing machine for my entire trip, so I need enough clothes to last the trip.  2) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bethel&lt;/span&gt; is pretty remote, if I don't bring it, I probably can't buy it there and if I can it is going to be very expensive.  3) The weather is crazy so I need to bring tons of things I can layer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side I get to finally use my big suitcase that I haven't used in 5 years and the fridge is going to get cleaned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to get most of my packing and the majority of my cleaning done tonight, so I can play and spend time with my friends this weekend.  I'm not going to like being away from everyone for so long...I hope there is a big party for me when I return ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on updating this site while I'm gone in what I hope is not a useless attempt to stay in touch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont have cell phone reception and I'll only be able to get online at night so be patient with me if I don't respone right away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-7228024374799926722?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/7228024374799926722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=7228024374799926722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/7228024374799926722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/7228024374799926722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-but-not-for-long.html' title='Back but not for long'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-4706036260324736584</id><published>2008-05-20T12:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T12:39:09.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye Ruben</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2217/2508289077_d5fbb0c019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2217/2508289077_d5fbb0c019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ruben 199? - 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We said good bye to sweet old Ruben today.  He left us peacefully, it was time for him to rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll write more later...&lt;/span&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/2871765255021114018-4706036260324736584?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/4706036260324736584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=4706036260324736584' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/4706036260324736584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/4706036260324736584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-bye-ruben.html' title='Good Bye Ruben'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2217/2508289077_d5fbb0c019_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871765255021114018.post-2296893897989201941</id><published>2008-04-29T09:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T10:06:54.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Working from home</title><content type='html'>Well I'm on week 2 of working from home, thanks to a broken water pipe in my office building.  They still haven't given us a 'return date' so I'm just trying to enjoy the extra flexibility, not to mention saving at the gas pump, while I can.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a REALLY SILLY thing this week, I started bootcamp.  Yes, I'm paying someone money, so I can get up at 5 am to exercise in the dark.  The first two days have been less than perfect.  Day 1 began with a downpour.  A bunch of drowned rats, standing in the middle of Grant Park.  It was an easy day as far as the workout went.  It was orentation and our inital physical fitness test.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My result were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run 1 mile - 8:14 (second fastest in the group)&lt;br /&gt;20 push-ups + 6 facilitated (girl) push-ups&lt;br /&gt;20 sit ups&lt;br /&gt;8 dips + 20 bent knee dips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know if there is any improvement over the next 4 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it was COLD and WET...no rain but the ground, which we spent a lot of time on today was soaked and muddy.  It was harder today, that's good, I felt a little cheated yesterday...it was mostly abs, something that needs a lot of improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also have us on a diet/meal plan.  Six small meals a day, eating protien with each one.  That has been a challenge, since I don't eat a lot of meat...and the meat I do eat is usually pretty bad for you (can you say Bacon)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BBQ Brisket&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, speaking of things that our bad for you.  Sunday was a day devoted to all those things.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me describe the sceen...two large BBQ Briskets, a keg of Sweetwater 420, and a pot luck dinner for about 30...Brad finally dragged me home sometime after dark.  A good move on his part since the beer and food was all going down way to easy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great afternoon, Paulie, Meridith, Brad and I spent much of the day joking with each other next to the keg!  Really, where did you think we would be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ruben Update&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little man isn't doing very well.  He's not eating much, even when I cook for him, you all know I'm a good cook and he's lost a lot of weight.  He sleeps most of the day now.  I was able to get him an appointment today for some "GI" issues he's having.  Through it all he is still such a sweet boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-2296893897989201941?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/2296893897989201941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=2296893897989201941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/2296893897989201941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/2296893897989201941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2008/04/working-from-home.html' title='Working from home'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-6173477935643700017</id><published>2008-04-23T23:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T23:39:00.471-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick UpDate</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't been posting much, been pretty busy the last few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know (and I'm very thankful) everyone is wondering how Ruben is doing.  Currently, he is still eating and feeling okay.  He sleeps a lot but when he is awake or when others are around he is active and engaged.  He's working mom...I'm cooking chicken, steak, eggs, etc. for his meals...he's given up dog food for good I think.  He's still losing weight and having some other 'GI' issues...if you know what I mean.  It has been five weeks since his ultrasound and diagnosis.  Funny bit is none of the hair that they shaved for the ultrasound has grown back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was away for the weekend, I was so concerned leaving him but he was in GREAT hands.  Nancy (EZ Cheeks) spent a ton of extra time at the house and even planned a welcome home party for me on Sunday!!  (more to come on that topic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working at home this week and most likely next also.  A pipe leaked, then broke at the office and damaged two floors of the building.  I went in today to pick up some files and my office is trashed.  It doesn't look like anything other than the carpet and walls were damaged, I think my computer is okay (it was on a cart off the floor) but I can't access it at this time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on the summary of my great weekend, sharing a cabin and mountain biking with Brad and other friends in Tsali, NC.  I have a lot to share.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll work on that tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone for checking it, more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-6173477935643700017?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/6173477935643700017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=6173477935643700017' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/6173477935643700017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/6173477935643700017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2008/04/quick-update.html' title='Quick UpDate'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-98292623091084202</id><published>2008-04-01T16:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T16:13:17.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruben Watch 2008</title><content type='html'>We had our follow up visit yesterday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really new to report on Ruben. He has lost a bit more weight (he's down to 38 pounds). We are starting him on some steroids and some anti-nausea medication, hoping to increase is appetite a bit...otherwise...not much more to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vet is thinking a few days to a month at most. I just need to keep an eye on him, watch how he is reacting...if he really seems to be suffering or in pain, not interacting, stops eating all together, etc...it will be time. The other issue that was a big concern for me was the very real possibility of the tumor rupturing and him bleeding to death internally. The vet said if it does happen, it will be very quick and not painful...that is good. I just don't want a big traumatic event or him to suffer if it happens and I'm not home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hard, he's such a happy little boy...even though I know he doesn't feel well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the good side the old man gets to eat what ever he wants... :-) I took him with my on Sunday to Bwana's so he could see everyone and spend time some time out of the house, he had a very good day.  He even had enough energy to put that young upstart Sydney in his place.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/atlantaboiler/2378585342/" title="Ruben being spoiled post race by Martha SI, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2418/2378585342_bf50e41aa3.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Ruben being spoiled post race" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again to everyone for your thoughts and well wishes...it means a lot to all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-98292623091084202?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/98292623091084202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=98292623091084202' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/98292623091084202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/98292623091084202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2008/04/ruben-watch-2008.html' title='Ruben Watch 2008'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2418/2378585342_bf50e41aa3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871765255021114018.post-2306999115848868690</id><published>2008-03-31T22:13:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T16:47:26.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RunnING</title><content type='html'>On Sunday, around 9:15 am, I finished my second half marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/atlantaboiler/2381164958/" title="ING result by Martha SI, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3039/2381164958_47058464fb.jpg" width="500" height="100" alt="ING result" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are having trouble reading this I finished with a chip time of 2:01:57.While I didn't hit my goal of a sub-two hour run, I was still happy to complete the run and enjoyed myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the first 2/3 of the run with Paulie, it was great to run with him. We've spent lots of time together on training runs so it felt very comfortable. For better or worse, my strategy is to 'power up' most hills, usually cursing under my breath, then I slow back down once I get to the top. This works for us...Paulie being more of a steady runner than me...however, once out of Piedmont Park and up (yet another) hill, I lost him. I looked back and didn't see him at all. I really did think about just stopping and waiting for him but I knew he would have wanted me to go on and quite honestly I thought if I stopped I may never start again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So inspite of suffering through a nasty blister (beginning around mile 3) and a 13.3 (yes, not 13.1) route, I'm ready for Twisted Ankle in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Aftermath (I mean After Party)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After FINALLY getting my bag, Paulie and I along with some guy neither of us knew made the March of the Peguins back to Marta and then to our cars.  Instead of heading straight for Bwana's and the beer, I made a detour to my house to shower and change...I knew they would save a mug or two for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad came and picked me up (yeah, no driving) and we grabbed Ruben also and headed to the northern most corner of the beermuda triangle to celebrate our victories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat around until maybe 3?  Geez what a day.  Then it was back to Brad's where he cooked me a lovely, post race dinner of salmon and other goodies, including two more bottles of wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fast asleep by about 9...it was a very good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-2306999115848868690?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/2306999115848868690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=2306999115848868690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/2306999115848868690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/2306999115848868690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2008/03/running.html' title='RunnING'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3039/2381164958_47058464fb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871765255021114018.post-500194890182075582</id><published>2008-03-20T19:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T19:13:25.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One day at a time...</title><content type='html'>The news wasn't good today at the vet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an adbominal ultrasound was performed and it revealed a large, cavitary splenic mass. Most likely (80-90%) this is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hemangiosarcoma"&gt;hemangiosarcoma&lt;/a&gt;, along with the mass they found dark spots on his liver (signs that the cancer has metastased) and things do not looke good for my boy.  The prognosis with surgery (a splenectomy) is only 2 or 3 months (could be less if the cancer has spread).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to make an appointment with our regular vet to discuss end of life care for my Rubi...I just want him to be happy and comfortable for however long he has left.  So tonight he is getting ground turkey for dinner.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone for all your good thoughts we both are very greatful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-500194890182075582?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/500194890182075582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=500194890182075582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/500194890182075582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/500194890182075582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-day-at-time.html' title='One day at a time...'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-9154666483642360024</id><published>2008-03-20T08:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T08:10:49.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to the Vet</title><content type='html'>Ruben and I will be leaving for the vet in a short while...I will post more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish us luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-9154666483642360024?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/9154666483642360024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=9154666483642360024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/9154666483642360024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/9154666483642360024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2008/03/off-to-vet.html' title='Off to the Vet'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-8701733241298962591</id><published>2008-03-13T21:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T22:13:30.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out for a Spin</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday I finally bought the road bike. I think I got a good deal for a decent 'starter' bike. She still doesn't have a name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Ms No Name by Martha SI, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/atlantaboiler/2328950386/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="Ms No Name" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2043/2328950386_4cf2f52719.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is thin, small and green, any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran over to Performance Cycle (Bike)? They had tons of stuff on sale, 50% off. I was able to get SPD pedals for only $20. Brad wants me to start shopping for him, since I'm so good at finding a deal ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took her out for her inaugural ride tonight. I rode about 10 miles and ran by Brad's (I was wondering why he hadn't returned my text, I never sent it DUH!). He suited up and went out with me for a little bit longer.  I'm really excited, it is such a different experienace than the mountain bike, not better, just different.  I'm now looking forward to my first road bike race in May.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-8701733241298962591?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/8701733241298962591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=8701733241298962591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/8701733241298962591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/8701733241298962591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2008/03/out-for-spin.html' title='Out for a Spin'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2043/2328950386_4cf2f52719_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871765255021114018.post-2971221213193625540</id><published>2008-03-13T09:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T09:21:47.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Terrific Fantastic News</title><content type='html'>I just found out last night that the date for the East Atlanta Beer Festival as been changed from May 10th to May 31st. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was truly torn. I wanted to be a good girl friend and accompany Brad to Up the Creek Without a Pedal but it was the same day as the EABF, which I have volunteered at for the past three year. It is always such a blast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can do both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May is going to be a CRAZY month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 10th - Up the Creek Without a Pedal (I think I'll do the 30 mile option)&lt;br /&gt;May 17th - Twisted Ankle Half Marathon &lt;br /&gt;May 24th &amp; 25th - Bike/Wine Tour in North Carolina (tentative)&lt;br /&gt;May 31st - East Atlanta Beer Festival&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-2971221213193625540?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/2971221213193625540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=2971221213193625540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/2971221213193625540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/2971221213193625540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2008/03/super-terrific-fantastic-news.html' title='Super Terrific Fantastic News'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-6061799259388067860</id><published>2008-03-10T13:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T14:07:15.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Kate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I heard of a dog, a sweet little beagle mix, that needed a place to stay for a week or so. She was coming in from Athens and most likely has a home to go to once her vet work is done. Kate was dropped of last week by Andy and Morgan from Atlanta Beagle Rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate is a sweet little girl, she wants to cuddle and be petted. House breaking has been hit or miss but she has a belly full of worms that are causing some problems. She started medication for that issue yesterday and will be better soon. She is also going in tomorrow to be spayed, after a few days to recover she should be on her way to a new home with a Golden big brother and three human sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the boys turn to visit the vet. Toby is doing okay, other than being a big pig. He weighted in at 74 pounds...not good. The diet starts today. We also had some trouble drawing blood for his annual heartworm test. The unique anatomy of the basset along with all the extra skin makes finding a blood vessel and then taping it a little difficult. The poor guys must have felt like a pin cushion by the time they got what they needed. Otherwise he seems happy and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ruben&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a little worried about Ruben the last few weeks. He doesn't seem to be as energetic, he hasn't been eating great and he is getting up there, we are guessing he will be about 11 this year. The news at the vet today wasn't great. He has developed a heart murmur, his tummy seems very hard and he has a slight fever. They are doing a complete blood/urine panel on him and we are holding off on the vaccination, at least until the fever breaks. He also has an appointment Friday for some chest and abdominal x-rays. Oh, he has an ear infection also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to keep positive thoughts...it has been awhile since I've lost a pet (Ellie was the last one, about 3 years ago). I know Ruben is old, I know up until he came to me he had a very hard life. I hope that the last 5 years have been happy times for him, I know they have been for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ending on a Funny Note&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an action shot of Toby, if you look closely you can see the slobber flying in the air...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JR-xYZpdCtk/R9V2TncihwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NryrQRxKYZ4/s1600-h/2317895679_1bb6586d61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JR-xYZpdCtk/R9V2TncihwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NryrQRxKYZ4/s320/2317895679_1bb6586d61.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176173426110531330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-6061799259388067860?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/6061799259388067860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=6061799259388067860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/6061799259388067860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/6061799259388067860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2008/03/pet-update.html' title='Pet Update'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JR-xYZpdCtk/R9V2TncihwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NryrQRxKYZ4/s72-c/2317895679_1bb6586d61.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871765255021114018.post-7037786253946323864</id><published>2008-03-05T09:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T10:04:52.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only $156.82 - Really?</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I received my annual Dividend Summary from REI...according to them I only spent $156.82 at REI last year?  I'm suprised.  Well, maybe not.  I'm not sure when I purchased my membership but it was sometime later in the year.  Sometimes I feel like I live at REI and now that it is right down the road from my new office, it is only going to get worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very soon I will be making a large purchase, stay tuned for the big annoucement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Too much stuff or just poor organization?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed home last night, Tuesday is generally my off day for running/biking.  I did 'pop' in an exercise DVD in the morning (since I work at 4:30 am) and did a little strech and tonning but gave my knees a rest for the evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going out for some fun at trivia, I stayed home and tried to organize things.  I started with the kitchen, cleaned out cupords, organized pot, pans, bakeware and tossed some odds and ends.  I feel better.  I have realized I have a big project I need to start on the house.  My 'extra room', where the washer/dryer and other assorted crap is stored, needs a make over.  With the addition of 2 new bikes in the near future I need more space.  Since building an addition is not in the current plan and I don't trust the bikes in a shed outside...better storage seems to be the way to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found some neat ideas for storing 2 of the 3 bikes...but I still need to make some space and I just don't know what to do.  If anyone has some ideas I'd be happy to hear them.  One thing I am torn about is I have a ceadar chest that my grandfather made...it is big, it is bulky, it isn't my style and I really don't have room for it...but my grandfather made it.  I didn't know my grandfather, he died when my mother was still an infant...it is one of the few 'family heirlooms' I have...so I just can't get rid of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-7037786253946323864?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/7037786253946323864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=7037786253946323864' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/7037786253946323864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/7037786253946323864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2008/03/only-15682-really.html' title='Only $156.82 - Really?'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-1966722110075185992</id><published>2008-03-04T09:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T09:31:42.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressing thought for the day...</title><content type='html'>I need to run 30 to 35 miles just to loose one pound if I don't change my diet....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-1966722110075185992?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/1966722110075185992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=1966722110075185992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/1966722110075185992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/1966722110075185992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2008/03/depressing-thought-for-day.html' title='Depressing thought for the day...'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-4981784376848538549</id><published>2008-02-26T15:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T16:06:59.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Clean Slate</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of the...blah, blah, blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know I've been slack about posting this last month...so much has happened, most of it good but just enough bad to put me in a temporary slump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the last month or so I've been dumped, got into a huge public scene with the ex, went to a great neighborhood party, reconnected with an old flame, got a new boyfriend, learned of the passing of a friends dog, qualified for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Peachtree&lt;/span&gt; (time group 1B), got a new job, have met a ton of new people and started the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;EAV&lt;/span&gt; Running Group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see why I haven't had time to blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get the badness out of the way first.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CRHB&lt;/span&gt; (aka Scott) and I broke up, things seemed okay, not wonderful but fun.  He just started flaking on me, not making plans, etc...I just came out and asked him 'Do you want to date or not'... he's confused, not sure, to me any answer not a yes is a no.  There are no hard feelings, he is a nice, fun person but I think I just liked the idea of liking him.  I don't really think it would have worked with us, while we had many things in common and I enjoyed his company...the differences in our personalities would have doomed the relationship sooner than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the loss of another relationship didn't put me in the best of moods.  So at a friends Super Bowl Party it didn't take much for D to push the right buttons and send me into a rage.  It wasn't pretty and I'm not proud of myself.  I was in a funk for several days wondering what I needed to do to stop this insanity and being angry with myself for letting this man still get to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend Kay (aka Tasty Pie) lost her beloved dog Genghis.  Genghis was a wild child, making a break for it whenever he found the opportunity.  Sadly he slipped out of his collar one Sunday afternoon and was hit by a car.  I can't begin to do the story justice, I found out by reading &lt;a href="http://kaypow.livejournal.com/"&gt;Kay's Blog&lt;/a&gt; I spent the rest of the afternoon in tears.  Kay I still can't tell you how sorry I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the good news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had vowed to myself late last year I was going to get out more, spend a little more time away from the hash and meeting new people.  The plus side of being with Scott was, I got more involved with folks in the neighborhood, or as they are also known &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/eavbuzz.net"&gt;the buzzers&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days after the break up with Scott, my good friend Paulie and I attended a local pizza party on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Glennwood&lt;/span&gt; Ave.  While there I bumped in to a fellow buzzer and one time date, Brad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spoke with Brad several times (mostly about biking) over the past few years, said hi to him while out in the local bars, dog park, etc and didn't think much of it as I was usually in a 'relationship'.   Long story short when I got home there was a wonderful email from him asking if I would consider revisiting us dating again.  It has been a great 3 weeks and still going strong.  We are even planing a few trips for spring/summer...that's pretty amazing in my book.  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a new job, I started yesterday.  I have accepted a position in Maternal and Infant Health, Applied Sciences Branch.  I will be doing more data analysis and collaborating than in my last job, I think I'm going to be happy here.  Plus, it is considered an promotion and I did get a little bump in pay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My running is paying off.  On a whim I decided to do the Charles Harris 10K last Saturday morning.  I finished in 53:11 which was good enough to qualify for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Peachtree&lt;/span&gt; 10K in July.  This was also 9 minutes faster than my last 10K not quite a year ago.  Next up the Atlanta Women's 5K and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ING&lt;/span&gt; Half Marathon.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To stay on the running topic just a bit longer.  I've been trying to make it to George's once and a while to run with other folks, one night I showed up, cocky from the previous week's run with the big boys.  Apparently, my head was too heavy for the rest of my body and not 3 block into the run I fell...okay fell is an understate men, I caught air, smashed into the ground and didn't stop until my hard, inflated head hit a metal post.  Okay this sounds bad right?  Well I kept running, just slower than I had planned.  While running I was stated talking to this woman, Sharon.  Well Sharon lives in my 'hood, she is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;afore&lt;/span&gt; mentioned buzzer.  WE talked about having someone in local to run with, well we made the decision right there to start an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;EAV&lt;/span&gt; version of the George's run, so now we (and anyone that wants to join us) meet in front of Gravity on Monday nights and take a run through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;EAV&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Oremwood&lt;/span&gt; Park.  Last night we had 10 people show up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon has also been joining me for some local get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;togethers&lt;/span&gt; and mt. biking.  Her, along with Brad are currently convincing me I need a road bike.  Stay tuned for a new member of the family in the next couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so there is my update, I'll try to be more current in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;future&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned I'm sure I will have lots to talk about in the coming weeks...Brad, the new job, running/biking success stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-4981784376848538549?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/4981784376848538549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=4981784376848538549' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/4981784376848538549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/4981784376848538549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2008/02/clean-slate.html' title='A Clean Slate'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-4386985582783821366</id><published>2008-02-26T10:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T10:50:26.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bankruptcy</title><content type='html'>I've gotten so far behind posting to my blog I'm declaring Blog Bankruptcy today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't try to catch you all up on everything that has happened since my last post.  I will start fresh today/tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sticking with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-4386985582783821366?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/4386985582783821366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=4386985582783821366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/4386985582783821366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/4386985582783821366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2008/02/bankruptcy.html' title='Bankruptcy'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-2821956075836414639</id><published>2008-02-01T10:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T20:16:48.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Weigh-in</title><content type='html'>Sorry there has been no post in awhile. I have several drafts started, I just can't seem to finish anything right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scale: 133.5 lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have busted my ass this past week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since last Saturday I've ran 26 miles and rode the bike three times, once on the Black trails at Big Creek and twice in the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on another short ride through the 'hood tonight, weather permitting, to try out the new pedals, wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as my new year's goals, I've had one set back this week and seeing great progress on another. More news to follow on both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Month End Summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running 58 Miles&lt;br /&gt;Biking 68 Miles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-2821956075836414639?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/2821956075836414639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=2821956075836414639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/2821956075836414639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/2821956075836414639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2008/02/friday-weigh-in.html' title='Friday Weigh-in'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-2849536974106195269</id><published>2008-01-23T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T10:20:38.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Could it be love??</title><content type='html'>I saw this on tv the other day...and after just trying to clean the couch with my old vacumm cleaner I'm thinking about an upgrade. Everyone seems to love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bissell 3920 Pet Hair Eraser Dual-Cyclonic Upright Vacuum Cleaner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JR-xYZpdCtk/R5dbBJjNxcI/AAAAAAAAADI/eTlRz5cKtbU/s1600-h/300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158691973477811650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JR-xYZpdCtk/R5dbBJjNxcI/AAAAAAAAADI/eTlRz5cKtbU/s320/300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what the car repairs end up costing me, Martha is just tossing money around right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-2849536974106195269?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/2849536974106195269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=2849536974106195269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/2849536974106195269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/2849536974106195269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2008/01/could-it-be-love.html' title='Could it be love??'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JR-xYZpdCtk/R5dbBJjNxcI/AAAAAAAAADI/eTlRz5cKtbU/s72-c/300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871765255021114018.post-5779722902195936695</id><published>2008-01-23T08:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T08:47:50.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know my dogs...</title><content type='html'>No, no not the men I date. I was able cinch a win last night for Team Donkey Punch - The Original by knowing the Top Ten most popular dog breeds according to the AKC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Labrador Retriever&lt;br /&gt;2. Yorkshire Terrier&lt;br /&gt;3. German Shepherd Dog&lt;br /&gt;4. Golden Retriever&lt;br /&gt;5. Beagle&lt;br /&gt;6. Boxer&lt;br /&gt;7. Dachshund&lt;br /&gt;8. Poodle&lt;br /&gt;9. Shih Tzu&lt;br /&gt;10. Bulldog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only two I wasn't completly sure of was the Boxer and the Shih Tzu (okay so that is how you spell it). We were the only team to get them all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved Basset Hounds were ranked 31st.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-5779722902195936695?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/5779722902195936695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=5779722902195936695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/5779722902195936695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/5779722902195936695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-know-my-dogs.html' title='I know my dogs...'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-6995144954693000395</id><published>2008-01-22T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T17:26:54.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A long weekend wrap-up</title><content type='html'>It was a long weekend...I took off a little early on Friday and it seemed non-stop until Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the most exciting thing to happen this weekend was snow in Atlanta. Yes, really snow, not a few flurries but maybe an inch or so. This did not prevent me from enjoying the great out doors. More about that in a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I had a date, we met at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FlatIron&lt;/span&gt; and then headed over to Graveyard to celebrate their second anniversary with free food and beer. We bumped into several locals and &lt;a href="http://eavbuzz.net/"&gt;buzzers&lt;/a&gt;, drank several free beer and shots, headed over to The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Glennwood&lt;/span&gt; when the music got a little to loud for the old folks. There more shots and a few Monkeys were consumed...I think we then head to a house party...it started to get a little blurry. It was a fun night but not the 'laid back' evening that we had planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did blow off my 10k on Saturday morning. I combo of being hungover (thanks guys), rain, cold and wind kept me snug in Scott's bed until 8 or so when I finally got up to go home and take care of the boys. Rain turned to snow and I figured what better thing to do than go hashing. I really didn't think a lot of folks would show up but the hash is full of surprises...about 20 people showed up and about 10 ran the trail. It was a good run, I was FBI (if you don't count &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BWanA&lt;/span&gt;) and I felt a little less guilty about skipping my race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the previous nights activity, I wasn't really in the mood to drink or party...I went home early, made some dinner and some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chili&lt;/span&gt; for the next day and stayed on the couch for the rest of the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning was COLD, F-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; COLD....I had to meet my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wil&lt;/span&gt; at 9 am (temp 18 degrees, with a wind chill) to lay the &lt;a href="http://wheelhopper.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wheelhopper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; trail for the day. I was wondering if the work would be in vain, who in their right mind would come out to ride in this weather? Well take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Again the hash surprises me... by Martha SI, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/atlantaboiler/2207060273/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="Again the hash surprises me..." src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2320/2207060273_3ee37069be.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the hash surprises me. Thanks to Scott for letting us end at his place and being such a great host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Our host...finally relaxing! by Martha SI, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/atlantaboiler/2207059831/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Our host...finally relaxing!" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2373/2207059831_095cb56b5c.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a day of rest for me. I got a hair cut (much needed) and treated myself to lunch at Nick's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-6995144954693000395?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/6995144954693000395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=6995144954693000395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/6995144954693000395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/6995144954693000395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2008/01/long-weekend-wrap-up.html' title='A long weekend wrap-up'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2320/2207060273_3ee37069be_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871765255021114018.post-8034739457955320829</id><published>2008-01-11T08:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T08:23:51.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Weight-In</title><content type='html'>To make myself accountable every Friday I will post my current weight...the good, bad or the ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I will go with good ... &lt;strong&gt;136lbs&lt;/strong&gt;...down 2 pounds from the frist of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be trying for another pound for next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other News&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to have a 'real date' with the boy this weekend...we will see what he comes up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have good news on one of my goals for the new year, I'll keep you all posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-8034739457955320829?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/8034739457955320829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=8034739457955320829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/8034739457955320829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/8034739457955320829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2008/01/friday-weight-in.html' title='Friday Weight-In'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-827806765170202345</id><published>2008-01-10T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T14:46:08.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate with Shoes</title><content type='html'>That wasn't the orginal title of this post but it seems to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a meeting with HR today about the curret 'environment' here at work.  No major problems...I just wanted her to know why I am looking for a new position.  It went well and they are behind me if anything 'bad' goes down here at the office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was all the way 85 I decided to stop of at my new favorite store, &lt;a href="http://rei.com"&gt;REI&lt;/a&gt;, for a little shopping.  I controled myself and walked out with only one pair of bike shoes. Check these babies out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JR-xYZpdCtk/R4ZZMJ1EqFI/AAAAAAAAADA/FjeKHKa5uzU/s1600-h/703025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JR-xYZpdCtk/R4ZZMJ1EqFI/AAAAAAAAADA/FjeKHKa5uzU/s320/703025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153904888903936082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back to the office I received a phone call from the hiring manager, the client is very interested in my and they are setting up an appointment for next week.  I was now able to convice myself that the shoes are just a little 'gift' for making the next step to a new job.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also am celebrating my first run with the A Group/BigBoys last night a George's.  I was hoping to run with my friend Paulie, but he was running late, stuck in a meeting.  The ladies were having a hard time making a decision, I was ready to go.  The boys invited me to run with them, I wasn't very confident but figured I would run a mile with them and then be on my own.  Well I was able to stick with them until the last half mile or so (I think they picked up the pace, that may just be wishful thinking on my part).  Anyway, the important thing is I held on for about 5 miles...I have a 10K next weekend, I'm as ready as I'm going to be.  I will not be running tonight, I'm a little sore and I'm meeting the CDC H3 for happy hour at &lt;a href="http://www.tinroofcantina.com/"&gt;Tin Roof Cantina&lt;/a&gt;...I'm ready for that maragrita right now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-827806765170202345?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/827806765170202345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=827806765170202345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/827806765170202345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/827806765170202345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2008/01/celebrate-with-shoes.html' title='Celebrate with Shoes'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JR-xYZpdCtk/R4ZZMJ1EqFI/AAAAAAAAADA/FjeKHKa5uzU/s72-c/703025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871765255021114018.post-6383158460388558124</id><published>2008-01-09T13:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T13:44:28.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Only Wednesday????</title><content type='html'>Okay so this is the first full week of work I have done in ages and it is taking its toll on me this week. I laid in bed last night, contemplating what I was going to do this weekend, when I realized it was still days away. The fact that I HATE my job, more and more everyday is not helping. I sat in a meeting today, where my boss taught us SAS 101. I've been a SAS programmer for more than seven years...this was very frustrating and a complete waste of my time. Like most of what I do here, it seemed useless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note...I have been speaking with HR and a recruiter within my company. My current boss knows I'm looking for something else and the recruiter wasn't surprised to hear that someone on my project was looking for another job. I applied for another data management position, with the Global Tobacco Control Program. This job seems more along the lines of 'real' public health and it involves international travel. I will need to make arrangements for the boys and the hash will have to learn to get along without me from time to time but there really isn't anything keeping me here.  I was told the hiring manager is keen to speak with me and I'm awaiting his call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you all up to date when I hear something.  Keep your fingers crossed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-6383158460388558124?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/6383158460388558124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=6383158460388558124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/6383158460388558124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/6383158460388558124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-only-wednesday.html' title='It&apos;s Only Wednesday????'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-7129183091371851111</id><published>2008-01-08T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T13:50:08.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I lost a dealership...</title><content type='html'>So today I was scheduled to take the car in to the Ford dealership for some much needed repairs.  Yesterday afternoon I went on line and set up an appointment to meet with a 'service advisor'.  I got up early today, packed my biking clothes (I was planning on droping the car off and biking the 3 miles to the office) and drove up to Scott Blvd to do what needed to be done.  When I got there the entire dealership was gone!!!  No cars, no people, nothing...at first I was stunned, I drove by twice just to make sure I wasn't seeing things...now I'm a little pissy.  I took time off, drove out of my way and then got stuck in unnecessary traffic because someone was too lazy to up date a web site??  It isn't like they just changed the hours of operation ... the place is GONE.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried calling and I've sent emails to both the dealership and Ford, I don't expect to get a response.  So now I need to find a new mechanic.  If you know of a good one in the Emory area or the East Atlanta area or anywhere in between please pass along the information to me.  Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-7129183091371851111?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/7129183091371851111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=7129183091371851111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/7129183091371851111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/7129183091371851111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-lost-dealership.html' title='I lost a dealership...'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-7042781694173953177</id><published>2008-01-04T09:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T09:51:33.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to a good start</title><content type='html'>So I did make it to the gym last night, I spent an hour on the elipical machine.  As of this morning I was down 1.5 pounds.  I think some of this 'excess holiday' weight will come of pretty quick, as always it will be those last 5 pounds that get me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I went to the gym and the store it was well after 7 when I got home.  I sort of like it that way, less time at the house, less time alone, less time sitting on the couch eating.  The only bad thing is the boys are there for 11 hours, with no break.  Maybe I should start to consider a doggie door in the near future.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty low key weekend is in the works.  I'm going to head over to my friend Stacy's for a little wine this evening and most likely meet up with the boy afterwards.  Saturday is a hashing day and a party in Cabbage Town that night.  I'm thinking about skipping hashing on Sunday, maybe take the bike out for a spin, maybe see if the boy will let me cook for him.  I need a little more time away from the hash, it is really hard to cut back on your drinking when you hang around drunks all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-7042781694173953177?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/7042781694173953177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=7042781694173953177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/7042781694173953177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/7042781694173953177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2008/01/off-to-good-start.html' title='Off to a good start'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-3692819875642721301</id><published>2008-01-03T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T15:00:39.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a good and safe time on Monday night. It was pretty uneventful over here at Martha's House. I met up with my friend Nancy early in the evening for a few beers at The FlatIron, then met up with Scott for a few more before he was off to his concert and I was off to a party at Beans house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stuck around Bean's until the Karaoke and Old Man Soup in the hot tub got to be too much, I took one last spin around the village and went home. I was comfortably asleep on the couch by 2 AM. It was nice waking up Tuesday with no hangover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess it is time to list my 'resolutions', though that is not what I'm calling them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Don't take things so personally, if someone is acting like an ass it isn't my fault, they are just an ass&lt;br /&gt;2) Lose 13 pounds (I had to up this after all the 'holiday cheer' I inhaled the last few weeks)&lt;br /&gt;3) Find a new job that I enjoy&lt;br /&gt;4) Run at least 2 half marathons this year&lt;br /&gt;5) Keep up with the house cleaning&lt;br /&gt;6) Pay off my last credit card&lt;br /&gt;7) Finish one project around the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay some of those aren't too specific, others hard to measure but hey what do you expect.  I'll keep you posted on my progress, maybe I should add 'blog more often' to that list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-3692819875642721301?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/3692819875642721301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=3692819875642721301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/3692819875642721301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/3692819875642721301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-5387277847003775555</id><published>2007-12-24T22:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T22:32:58.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas from Martha's House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JR-xYZpdCtk/R3B52Z1EqEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0rDfRBP469E/s1600-h/MerryChristmas3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147748349637863490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JR-xYZpdCtk/R3B52Z1EqEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0rDfRBP469E/s320/MerryChristmas3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JR-xYZpdCtk/R3B5rZ1EqDI/AAAAAAAAACw/LO4EuFCymF4/s1600-h/MerryChristmas3.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-5387277847003775555?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/5387277847003775555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=5387277847003775555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/5387277847003775555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/5387277847003775555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-from-marthas-house.html' title='Merry Christmas from Martha&apos;s House'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JR-xYZpdCtk/R3B52Z1EqEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0rDfRBP469E/s72-c/MerryChristmas3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871765255021114018.post-5197171518563669654</id><published>2007-12-14T09:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T13:05:15.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Retro night in da 'hood</title><content type='html'>Tuesday night was like stepping back in time. It was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago I set my mind to expanding my circle of friends and activities. My friends are great and we always have a fun time but I not going to meet 'Mr. Right' hanging out in my back yard drinking a Sunday afternoon away. I found myself settling into a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;comfortable&lt;/span&gt; rut, that I need to get out of soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CRHB&lt;/span&gt; not calling one night, the stress of the holidays getting to me and a few other things I came to a cross-roads of sort...either I needed to make a change or I was going over the edge. That night I signed up for several &lt;a href="http://meetup.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;meetup&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;groups&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and vowed to become more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;involved&lt;/span&gt; in the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Tuesday night I attended my first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eaca.net/"&gt;EACA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pot luck dinner. The fact I knew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CRHB&lt;/span&gt; was going to be there encouraged my attendance even more. I was a little late, having to deal with the painters at the house, I listened to the police report, voted on some zoning requests and blushed when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;CRHB&lt;/span&gt; saw me and winked. Afterwards dinner was served. We ate together, talked to the neighbors, I bumped into an old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hasher&lt;/span&gt;...I was then headed across the street to meet Kay (aka Tasty Pie) for a few drinks with her and her mommy friends. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;CRHB&lt;/span&gt; said he would pop over later, he had a few things to do before then. I hung out with the ladies...everyone seemed to know everyone...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;CRHB&lt;/span&gt; stopped by the table, of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;course&lt;/span&gt; knew one the the girls (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ATank&lt;/span&gt;). He had to go talk to someone else so then we all gossiped about our new 'relationship', they all approved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just seemed very small town...in a good way. The community out and about, people going from table to table, checking in on everyone. Very retro in a &lt;a href="http://www.newurbanism.org/"&gt;new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;urbanism&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;kind of way. It may seem a little silly but I think it is wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-5197171518563669654?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/5197171518563669654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=5197171518563669654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/5197171518563669654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/5197171518563669654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/12/retro-night-in-da-hood.html' title='Retro night in da &apos;hood'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-1355583154134584756</id><published>2007-12-13T08:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T08:31:42.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggus Interuptus</title><content type='html'>I found out yesterday that I can no longer blog from work?  More specifically I can not access my account from work.  What do they expect me to do with my time?  Do the job I'm paid for?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GEEZ&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have no fear, I will write my blog today and post it this evening...yes that's right I'm sticking it to the man...he can't stop me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-1355583154134584756?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/1355583154134584756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=1355583154134584756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/1355583154134584756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/1355583154134584756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/12/bloggus-interuptus.html' title='Bloggus Interuptus'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-1818722399298233743</id><published>2007-12-11T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T12:25:21.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Here are a few of my thoughts on Christmas, good, bad and ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to have a wonderful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; but it has just never happened. I've spent the majority of them alone, as it looks like I will again this year. That being said if you are going to celebrate for fuck sakes do it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new friend LOVES the holidays, he knows I run and bike in the 'hood a lot and he has asked me to keep an eye out for any homes decorated for the holidays that stand out. Normally I don't pay much attention but for him...okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has happened over the past few years? The scenes are dreadful, no style, no elegance...it seems that people toss out a few random inflatable figures and call it a day. Like this -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Lazy holiday decorating by Martha SI, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/atlantaboiler/2098437241/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="Lazy holiday decorating" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2068/2098437241_f38b3a5408.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tiggers&lt;/span&gt;, two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Santas&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Grinch&lt;/span&gt; and random white animals??  What the hell??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It almost makes me want to decorate just show how it SHOULD be done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pub Crawling &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one tradition I can get into.  This year will be my 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year participating and my 1st year as a hare for the AH4 Holiday Pub Crawl.  My &lt;em&gt;friends&lt;/em&gt; and I will be wandering the streets of East Atlanta Village drinking our holiday cheer.  I even heard a sexy, Mrs. Claus will be making an appearance...I wonder if Jangles will show up also...I heard they have a thing going.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Shhh&lt;/span&gt; don't tell Mr. Claus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas Stories&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Christmas Story was one of my father's favorite movies.  I'm sure he related well to the story of a boy growing up in small town Indiana in the 40s.  I just found it strange because that was pretty much the only part of Christmas my father enjoyed.  He mood took a deep, downward &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;spiral&lt;/span&gt; when the holidays approached.  This surely was due to the fact that Dec 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; was my parents wedding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;anniversary&lt;/span&gt;.  After my mother's death, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; was never, ever the same.  It was pretty much ignored by my father and any attempts on my part to keep the spirit alive was met with harsh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;retribution&lt;/span&gt;.  Most years we hoped for the Christmas mornings my father, to drunk from the night before, didn't make it home.  My sister and I could celebrate in secret, I always made sure she had something in her stocking on Christmas morning.  During the not so bad years I might get a check/cash and maybe (if he remembered) a trip to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;relative's&lt;/span&gt; home for some Christmas dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After years of trying I am just too tired to try anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Good Christmas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day last year was about as good as I has ever been for me.  I was very, very upset at Darren that day.  He was leaving that day to spend the holidays with friends and not me like he should.  I was invited over to my friend Betsy's house for her world famous Tweety Bird Waffles and some perseco.  It was a great day, I can't really say it was a great Christmas...there was little that day that reminded me of the holidays, but I felt very lucky that at least I wasn't alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-1818722399298233743?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/1818722399298233743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=1818722399298233743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/1818722399298233743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/1818722399298233743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-thoughts.html' title='Christmas Thoughts'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2068/2098437241_f38b3a5408_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871765255021114018.post-7466895897789571728</id><published>2007-12-10T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T15:06:21.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I will never look at an elf the same way again</title><content type='html'>This was probably the most laid back weekend I've had in a long time. It was nice to not really have to be somewhere all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short trip to Target I stayed in on Friday night and caught up on some sleep. I had spend the past two evenings with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CRHB&lt;/span&gt; and he doesn't seem to mind staying up late. That's what I get for dating a younger man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a long day, I knew it would be. I got up early, cleaned the house a bit before heading &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OTP&lt;/span&gt; for a mt. bike ride with a new group of people. Realizing I had a little extra time I ran up to the Village to check out how things were going at Santa's Village (aka Joe's). I saw Scott, he was super busy so I grabbed a coffee, said hello to everyone and took off for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dausett&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; day...temps in the 70s, the sun was out. Instead of meeting everyone in Cobb County I drove to Jackson alone. There was a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;confusion&lt;/span&gt; when I arrived, trying to determine which group was mine. After some brief introductions we were off. It was a great ride, I did 11 miles and kept up with the front of the pack...which I was told was impressive since I only have flat peddles and not clips...they are coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't able to stick around to eat lunch with the crew since I had to head back to town to attend our team trivia finals. Long story short, the bar was ill prepared for such a crowd and I had to play pretty much sober. We didn't win but tried to have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;EAV&lt;/span&gt; to catch the tail end of the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; annual progressive dinner party. Since the end was at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;CRHB's&lt;/span&gt; house I figured I would make an appearance...I wasn't the only one. Sometime later in the evening, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jangels&lt;/span&gt; the alcoholic elf arrived with shots in hand...it turned into a long night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="He's still at it. by Martha SI, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/atlantaboiler/2099097690/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="He's still at it." src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2286/2099097690_5f03493fba.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am a lucky girl, I can now check off 'make out with an elf' on &lt;strong&gt;life's to do list&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-7466895897789571728?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/7466895897789571728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=7466895897789571728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/7466895897789571728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/7466895897789571728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-will-never-look-at-elf-same-way-again.html' title='I will never look at an elf the same way again'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2286/2099097690_5f03493fba_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871765255021114018.post-1302739959157944725</id><published>2007-12-04T11:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T19:20:45.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Practice makes Perfect</title><content type='html'>Last night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WLB&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PWD&lt;/span&gt; and I, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MSI&lt;/span&gt;...all headed out for a night of business...we had to scout out trail for the 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; East Atlanta Hash House Harries Holiday Pub Crawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of all the 'work' we had to do it was a great night out with the boys...we hit all our local faves. We met up at the Gravity Pub first. Gravity has fallen on hard times recently...it use to be one of the few places to hang out in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;EAV&lt;/span&gt; and was always a hash favorite. With the addition of so many new and nicer pubs/bars and having to close the downstairs, I'm sure they've seen a drop in business. Graveyard was next...we split a pitcher of Sam Adams, chatted with the bartender, who did know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;WLB's&lt;/span&gt; last name means 'little nun' (I didn't know that).  Next we headed to Grant Central to grab a bite to eat, I grabbed an eggplant sandwich (a little bland) and received a call from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CRHB&lt;/span&gt;, we set up a 3rd date, yeah!!!  Next to Mary's, one of my favorite spots in the Village I never go to...the three of walked in and increased the crowd by 300%.  We told the bartender what we were up to and the one other patron said "you can't be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hashers&lt;/span&gt;, you look too clean"  we just about lost it.  Apparently, this gentleman has run into our ilk before...he even made the added comment that I was far too pretty to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hasher&lt;/span&gt;...the gays...they love me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last stop was the Flat Iron, where images of Paulie, playing Guitar Hero, in front of the big screen, alone in his basement will stay with me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if we really accomplished anything but have a great night out with some good friends...but hey that is what the Pub Crawl is all about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see everyone on Dec 15th for the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on-on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-1302739959157944725?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/1302739959157944725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=1302739959157944725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/1302739959157944725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/1302739959157944725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/12/practice-makes-perfect.html' title='Practice makes Perfect'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-5482821383079800654</id><published>2007-12-03T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T10:43:34.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beer-muda Triangle Claims Another Victim</title><content type='html'>Yes it is true...not only did the Beer-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;muda&lt;/span&gt; Triangle lose another Sunday afternoon, it gained a new victim. Just Scott (aka the cute red headed boy) was sucked into an afternoon of beer drinking and bacon eating by yours &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great crowd for the first Sunday Run of December. 12 runners and walker appeared on my doorstep around 9 am...in the normal hash tradition we took off around 9:17...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I over estimated my abilities as I tried to keep up with the big boys (Boner, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HighDicker&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BigBore&lt;/span&gt; and PE) after about 2 miles I slipped back and eventually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;WLB&lt;/span&gt; and Boner Rooter caught up and I ran the rest of the way with them. As we passed the northwestern most corner of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BT&lt;/span&gt; we noticed a warning sign and a cooler of beer left by the resident. I wish we had a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shorty after our arrival back at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Casa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; la Martha Tasty Pie, Serious Sam and Quincy arrived after a long walk from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Braeburn&lt;/span&gt; Circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful day, great friends helped to put a serious dent in the beer and bacon (5.5 pounds) surplus I had at the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much debate I decided to give Scott a call and invite him over to hang out with us also. This was only our second 'date' and I was a little nervous...but he was going to find out anyway and sooner is better than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening went well...and there is a plan to see him again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-5482821383079800654?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/5482821383079800654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=5482821383079800654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/5482821383079800654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/5482821383079800654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/12/beer-muda-triangle-claims-another.html' title='The Beer-muda Triangle Claims Another Victim'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-5807244790334417259</id><published>2007-11-29T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T00:19:00.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Done</title><content type='html'>I don't understand...I really don't. A boy says he will call you and doesn't...so you question him and he basically says he's been too busy. Okay fine, then say that, quite lying to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is wrong with them? They all just seem it is okay to lie, use and take me for granted...when did I get 'use me' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tattooed&lt;/span&gt; across my forehead? What did I ever do to deserve to be treated like this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-5807244790334417259?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/5807244790334417259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=5807244790334417259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/5807244790334417259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/5807244790334417259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-done.html' title='I&apos;m Done'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-2396016423696058608</id><published>2007-11-27T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T15:07:32.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Newest Additions to the Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Please meet - Gretel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="New Bike by Martha SI, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/atlantaboiler/2062650900/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="New Bike" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2090/2062650900_7ee1738089.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Hansel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137614070924549250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JR-xYZpdCtk/R0x4xvqBnII/AAAAAAAAACo/fQI9cENZEnI/s200/cf-lg.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/2871765255021114018-2396016423696058608?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/2396016423696058608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=2396016423696058608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/2396016423696058608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/2396016423696058608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/11/newest-additions-to-family.html' title='Newest Additions to the Family'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2090/2062650900_7ee1738089_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871765255021114018.post-961364549750420620</id><published>2007-11-26T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T11:31:22.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Days Off Work and I'm Exhusted!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, 5 whole days off work. I haven't had that much time off since I started this job 2 years ago. It was great but coming into the office today was not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Donkey Punch for Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a multitude of reasons I did not attend trivia last week. I heard they ended up splitting into two teams and took first and second place...great job gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of playing trivia I was running around getting ready for Thursday/Turkey Day. In my mad rush I forgot to bring my bike inside. When I awoke on Wednesday, she was gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extra Time Off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between being a bit pissed at myself and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;asshat&lt;/span&gt; that stole my bike and feeling like I was running behind schedule I just took the day off on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a lot done, mostly mundane tasks such has shopping and cleaning house. I skipped George's and headed to bed early. I knew Thursday was going to be a long day and I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Turkey Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a relatively decent nights sleep, I woke up at 5:30 am to head to Turner Field to meet friends and run my first half marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While driving from Turner Field (the end) to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chamblee&lt;/span&gt; Marta Station (the start) I said to myself, "this is a long way to drive...and now I going to run it"...if I had been by myself I might have turned back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found a parking place and as I got out of the truck I noticed a flash of lighting, it was going to be an interesting run. We all decided on a pit stop before the race, that was the last I saw of my companions until around mile 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say I ran for 13.1 miles, mostly in the rain...I never thought this was something I would ever do. I finished in 2:05 and I was very happy it was done. It was great to get to the end and see all my friends waiting for me (okay not just me, waiting for everyone). I guess I'll see you all at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ING&lt;/span&gt; in the spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Me and Enema after the Half...he beat me by a couple of minutes by Martha SI, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/atlantaboiler/2057641858/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="Me and Enema after the Half...he beat me by a couple of minutes" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2186/2057641858_3c98f57e3a.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay I've looked better but I had just ran 13.1 miles and I was well on my way to a great buzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hung around waiting for the Marathon runners to arrive...I finally left just before noon to be home it time for Stacy to get a good seat for the Packers game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening was really nice, lots of friends and even a few people I didn't know well. In total I think about 22 people, 1 baby and a bird came through my house that day. Thanks Everyone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh the Colts won too...YEAH!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For Me Friday was a Day of Rest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday was a slow day, I made a half hearted attempt to put my house back in order and I went for a hike along the 'hooch with a new boy. He was nice, seemed pretty into me...but something is just a little off? I can't explain it, I'm not giving up, I'll just keep my eyes open.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I bailed on the hockey game that my friend Stacy gave me tickets to...Sorry Stacy. I got home from my hike and crashed hard, did I mention I was going non-stop from 5:30 am to midnight on Thursday? My exhaustion and lack of anyone to go with made a last minute rally unlikely. I just stayed on the couch and got a little more rest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday - when things started to get interesting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Saturday deserves its own entry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday - Hypothermia Hash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really wanted to take the new bike (aka Gretel) out for a spin, Urban &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wheelhopper&lt;/span&gt; seemed as good as option as any. The wind, rain and cold kept me from getting much of a work out...4 miles and I was done...I didn't warm up again until late Sunday night. I was still glad I got out.&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/2871765255021114018-961364549750420620?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/961364549750420620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=961364549750420620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/961364549750420620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/961364549750420620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/11/five-days-off-work-and-im-exhusted.html' title='Five Days Off Work and I&apos;m Exhusted!!'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2186/2057641858_3c98f57e3a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871765255021114018.post-2104613917711363787</id><published>2007-11-19T12:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T13:03:23.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Loss Update</title><content type='html'>I've raised my weight loss goal to 25 pounds this is up from the original 15 I was hoping to lose.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY need to go shoping for new pants...most of them are just about to fall off of me.  I'm starting to look like an 'urban youth' with my pants done around my hips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-2104613917711363787?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/2104613917711363787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=2104613917711363787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/2104613917711363787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/2104613917711363787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/11/weight-loss-update.html' title='Weight Loss Update'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-8833203872319652250</id><published>2007-11-19T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T12:11:28.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've been up to...</title><content type='html'>Sorry it has been so long since I have written a proper blog...I will try to catch you all up with the last week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Donkey Punch is No More&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the beer has disappeared not the trivia team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donkey Punch the trivia team as secured a place in the trivia finals to be played in December. So we are now playing under a different name so we can try to get a second team into the finals also. Teams are limited to six people and we have a group of 8 or so that show up regularly and others who come now and then. We are going to try to make sure that everyone that can and wants to play will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night "Let's Be Frank" came in second place...we would have won if we had only listened to our team's namesake a couple of times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned - don't doubt Frank when it comes to baseball or political parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the shocking news of the week was not that I had a date...but that I had &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date #1 is a guy I met on Match, come to find out we are also both members of the same community forum. So while we hadn't met, we came close several times. At the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;EABF&lt;/span&gt; in May we were working only 2 tables apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had spoken on the phone several times and decided to meet last Wednesday. He was going to call me that evening to set the time and place...this is where things got a little rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short I realized it was 8 o'clock and I hadn't heard from him. I was a little miffed...but I also knew that he had been under the gun at work and was leaving town in just a couple of day so he may have been running late or just a little scattered. I sent him a text (too chicken to call) asking him what was up? He called immediately, apologized and asked if I would still like to meet up. Sure why not. So we arranged to meet at the newly reopened Gravity Pub. He was very cute, funny, easy to talk to...and I have to say we would look good together (both short red-heads). He said he had a good time and was looking forward to doing it again (per the email the next day). He is away this week, visiting his family for the holidays. I hope to hear from him when he returns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date #2 is someone I've known for a while. I'm not sure about this one but he had the guts to ask me out so I figure I would give him a chance. I went to his place last night where he cooked me dinner...I haven't had a man cook for me in a VERY LONG TIME. It was a nice evening and he got me good and drunk...we will see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Count Down to T-Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm host Thanksgiving dinner for 20 (at last count) of my friends (and others) this week. That is after I run my first half-marathon. What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it to the Farmer's Market yesterday to get the turkey and fixings for my meal. What a mess!! The place was packed with other, just like myself, getting ready for the big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/atlantaboiler/2046641093/" title="Pre T-Day preparations by Martha SI, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2284/2046641093_5143f8eb30.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="Pre T-Day preparations" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides shopping and getting ready to run I've also been trying to fix up the house a little.  I got the kitchen painted over the weekend, new light fixtures installed in the kitchen and some new hardware for many of the interior doors.  I don't think I will have time to do much else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know I participated in an activity this weekend that took up much of my time.  I will post a recap in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-8833203872319652250?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/8833203872319652250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=8833203872319652250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/8833203872319652250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/8833203872319652250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-ive-been-up-to.html' title='What I&apos;ve been up to...'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2284/2046641093_5143f8eb30_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871765255021114018.post-4407893117082424419</id><published>2007-11-19T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T10:09:24.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I will have a post up later today...</title><content type='html'>unfortunatly this little thing called work is getting in the way of me telling you about my weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back this afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-4407893117082424419?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/4407893117082424419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=4407893117082424419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/4407893117082424419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/4407893117082424419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-will-have-post-up-later-today.html' title='I will have a post up later today...'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-3278545059964838196</id><published>2007-11-16T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T14:30:44.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>I just realized it has been a month since I have last posted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been all over the place this past month, emotionally, physically, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where to start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holiday blues have started early this year...I just wish I could fall asleep for the next 6 weeks and wake up when it is all over.  Last year was so bad, I was hoping this year would be better but it isn't working out that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write more when/if I get things sorted out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-3278545059964838196?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/3278545059964838196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=3278545059964838196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/3278545059964838196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/3278545059964838196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/11/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-1207761378955877121</id><published>2007-10-15T14:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T15:36:53.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weekend with the B$@ch</title><content type='html'>Another weekend, another night passed out on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a good girl on Friday.  I was not in the mood for happy hour, schlepping all my stuff to Piedmont Park, not knowing who would be there, had all the makings for a grumpy Martha.  Instead, I got a hair cut and color so I would be ready for the wedding next Sunday.  Good thing I gave it a week to grow out, she cut my bangs a little short but I should be fine by Sunday.  I did a little yard work before darkness fell and got ready for the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I got up early and headed out to Yellow River (yes, Yellow River) to meet Barb for an early morning ride.  The weather was beautiful and we explored trails I hadn't rode before.  We bumped into several riders on horseback but they didn't seem to mind us on there trail.  After an hour plus on trail and we headed back to the cars, I needed to check if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BWANA&lt;/span&gt; wanted me to pick him up or if I was going to get to go to lunch with Nancy and Barb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, lunch with Nancy and Barb it was.  We headed to Jason's Deli in Tucker, which worked out great, I had a yummy spinach wrap and I had the chance to head to the craft store to pick up some notions for the final touches on my Halloween costume. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick drive across town, landed me in the lovey area of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MLK&lt;/span&gt; and I285.  After being warned by a security guard that is wasn't a safe area and a mad dash for flashlights we were off!  Trail was well laid and interesting...I don't usually say this but it seemed a little short.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BWANA&lt;/span&gt; had somewhere to be and needed time to make himself pretty so we wrapped up circle and headed back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;EAV&lt;/span&gt; for dinner at la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;castia&lt;/span&gt;, a pitcher of margaritas later I was on my way home.  I arrived home to find one section of my fence gone (the neighbor is putting up a new fence) and the a fore mentioned neighbor and a friend hanging out in the back yard.  I pulled up a chair and had a couple (4) more beers with them before falling a sleep on the couch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2 of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bwanafest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning was unremarkable, a trip to the store and a much need cleaning of the kitchen took up most of the morning.  I communicated with my Black Sheep carpool buddies and arranged to meet at my place at 12:45 for the long trek to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Alpharetta&lt;/span&gt;.  At exactly 12:45 Paul showed up about 30 minutes later, a very emotional Betsy arrived.  I loaned her an extra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;CamelBack&lt;/span&gt;, we loaded up the car and took off north to the land of the Soccer Mom's and Big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SUVs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a large turn out for the 450&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; running of the Black Sheep Hash.  We all wandered around saying hello and giving hugs to those we haven't seen in awhile and those we saw just yesterday.  The hounds took off (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;TLS&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;BWANA&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; 2 Crabs) and the pack followed 5 minutes later.  I'm not one for remembering much of trail but there was a swamp, some creeks, one 'river' crossing...I was up to my neck in ice cold water, I look to my right and I see Pussy Pilot only wading waist deep!!  Oh well, I'll get him back in the next time we enter a tunnel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Davey's hash trash...I never thought those 4 names would ever be seen in the same sentence: &lt;a href="http://onin.com/sc/wwwbd/messages/4/2444.html?MondayOctober1520071214pm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with Martha and Bone Hole and Blue Ball Special following P*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ssy&lt;/span&gt; Pilot&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running with the big kids now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, there was a first time Black Sheep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Hasher&lt;/span&gt;, just Bobby, also with us then.  He is a cutie and did flirt a bit with me (Davey was going to flip me for him)...I needed that after the events of last week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We packed out bags, checked our passports and headed back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ITP&lt;/span&gt;.  As shocking as it may seem the evening ended with pizza and more beer at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Bwana's&lt;/span&gt; house and then me asleep on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I'm a bad mom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said earlier, one section of my fence is missing.  If part of your fence is missing you might as well not have a fence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm use to having the back door open and the boy know how to get in and out by themselves.  I had a little mental &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hiccup&lt;/span&gt; on Sunday and left the back door open.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; I woke up an hour or so later, I found I was short one DOG!!!  Crap.  At least it was Toby, I knew he couldn't have gotten too far.  I found him after a couple of frantic minutes in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;neighbour's&lt;/span&gt; yard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Busy Week Ahead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to enjoy the down time tonight, I have a busy weekend planned.  Tomorrow night Donkey Punch will return to Charlie G's to defend our unbeaten record.  Wednesday night...I can't say, it is a surprise.  Thursday I'll be heading back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Gorin's&lt;/span&gt; and the Thrashers Game.  Saturday, my first 15K and then the hash and winding up the week with a Sunday Run and the wedding of two good friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-1207761378955877121?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/1207761378955877121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=1207761378955877121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/1207761378955877121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/1207761378955877121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/10/weekend-with-bch.html' title='A Weekend with the B$@ch'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-2205252171846595010</id><published>2007-10-12T09:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T11:50:14.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pricess and the Pea</title><content type='html'>Now on more than one occasion I've been called a Queen, Drama Queen that is and Harold has taken to calling me the Cazrina but I've never considered myself much of a princess, despite my desire to wear tiars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120440679916378642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JR-xYZpdCtk/Rw91q0vgGhI/AAAAAAAAACg/QKtdeVInFys/s200/240488921_ef1cb37887.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That was until yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you all remember the tale of The Princess and the Pea, to prove her Princess-ness a young girl at to sleep a top 40 mattress with a pea placed underneath. When questioned the next morning on her nights sleep she stated she slept poorly and was black and blue all over from somethine hard under the bed. This proved she was a princess, nobody but a princess could be so delicate. They lived happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now for my tomboy version for the 21st century.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night while finishing up mile 3 of a 9+ mile run, it started to feel like my entire sock had slouched down into my shoe, it was very uncomfortable to say the least. I finally had to stop running to readjust. I took off my shoe and found everything right were it was suppose to be?? Upon closer inspection I noticed a little bit of embrodery on the bottom of the sock (FYI these where new socks) used as the logo. That seriously couldn't be what was causing all that pain? I guess I need MORE new socks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a positive note, I ran 9.3 miles (15K) in 1 hour 28 minutes. My last 10K I ran in 1 hour 3 minutes, I feel ready for next Saturday at Peachtree City. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/2871765255021114018-2205252171846595010?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/2205252171846595010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=2205252171846595010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/2205252171846595010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/2205252171846595010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/10/pricess-and-pea.html' title='The Pricess and the Pea'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JR-xYZpdCtk/Rw91q0vgGhI/AAAAAAAAACg/QKtdeVInFys/s72-c/240488921_ef1cb37887.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871765255021114018.post-7365132897839368646</id><published>2007-10-05T18:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T18:57:46.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Survive</title><content type='html'>but not because I have half a brain in my little red head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may know I've been really working on my running.  I've signed up for a 15K in just two weeks and I figured it might be a good idea to actually run that distance before race day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little concerned the weather would foil my plans, a quick look at the radar show a gap in the rain that was big enough for me to finish a 9 mile run without getting caught.  I pack up up stuff and left the office without a word to anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The run was okay, I was keeping a pace of 10 mph.   Good time for me.  I ran around Grant Park, east on Glennwood through the village, back tracked on Braeburn about mile 7 I hit a wall.  I hadn't anything to eat since lunch and only brought water with me on the run...I guess it is time to buy some Gu.  I still finish strong, 1 hour 34 min, not too shaby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now for the stupid part&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monthly running of SLUT (Slow Lazy Urban Thursday) was starting at 7:30.  I had almost an hour to take a shower and drive a few miles up Moreland.  I was not going to run.  I took to heart the Slow Lazy part of this hash.  I even figured I could just do a walker-short cut trail to the end.  I also figured I would have a little company.  Not so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was giving me a hard time about not running and, being no smarter than &lt;a href="http://onin.com/sc/wwwbd/messages/4/2433.html?MondayOctober120070826pm"&gt;Lic&lt;/a&gt;, I took of, full speed after the pack.  I ran at the front of that damn pack for most of the trail.  Not only was it a little long but full of shiggy.  I had PT in the morning and I was trying to figure out a lie to tell my therapist when I limped in with my knee busted up again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to the beer stop, cursed the hares, tried to smile at the boy I like and just took off again.  When I finally saw the BN I was ecstatic...and half a mile later I actually saw beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, honestly a couple of beers and lots of laughs later I forgotten about trail and was having  a great evening with good friends.  That is what it is all about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive back to the cars was the best part.  Wil U Suck's tastes in music doesn't, we got to hear some of the finest songs of the 70s and  I was the middle of a Martha sandwich with HoPo and the Bore, my bacon eating buddies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening ended with a dirty, smelly, drunk group of hasher singing  &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsdomain.com/7/gloria_gaynor/i_will_survive.html"&gt;'I Will Survive'&lt;/a&gt;  and dancing in the middle of a church parking lot in the rain.   I believed every word of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First I was afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was petrified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I spent so many nights thinking how you did me wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I grew strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I learned how to carry on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and so you're backfrom outer space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just walked in to find you here with that sad look upon your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I should have changed my stupid lock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I should have made you leave your key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I had known for just one secondyou'd be back to bother me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Go on now go walk out the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just turn around now'cause you're not welcome anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you think I'd crumbleyou think I'd lay down and die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh no, not I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as long as i know how to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know I will stay alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've got all my life to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've got all my love to give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and I'll survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It took all the strength I had not to fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kept trying hard to mend the pieces of my broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and I spent oh so many nights just feeling sorry for myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I used to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now I hold my head up high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and you see me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;somebody new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not that chained up little person still in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and so you felt like dropping in and just expect me to be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;now I'm saving all my loving for someone who's loving me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-7365132897839368646?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/7365132897839368646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=7365132897839368646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/7365132897839368646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/7365132897839368646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-will-survive.html' title='I Will Survive'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-4096284536675439586</id><published>2007-10-04T10:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T10:16:53.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip Back in Time - Part 2</title><content type='html'>I got a text message from an old flame last night...interesting timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come on this recent event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bike Maintenance Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've started actually riding my bike I figured it was time for a little tune up. I had been having some problems with changing gears. As luck would have it last night was bike maintenance night at Kat and Mango's house. It was just a casual get together with lots of bikes, burgers and beers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some people there are hasher, others were Wheelhopper (close cousins) and others just like to ride bike. Come to find out one of the guys there is the husband of my co-worker. Small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing exciting happened, I had a few beers and got my bike fixed. YEAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'll get a chance to ride this weekend. I want to do a long run (9ish miles) this week. If it rains tonight I will have to do it on Saturday before the hash. I also have another tasks to accomplish on Saturday morning. More to come on that if I actually go through with it and I am able to work out some logistical issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see big changes for 2008!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-4096284536675439586?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/4096284536675439586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=4096284536675439586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/4096284536675439586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/4096284536675439586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/10/trip-back-in-time-part-2.html' title='A Trip Back in Time - Part 2'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-1734847799480328628</id><published>2007-10-01T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T10:44:43.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip Back in Time</title><content type='html'>Even with the bum knee my running is really coming along. I ran 8 miles last Thursday, slow but I finished. Last night I ran just over 5 in near record time (for me). I have a 15K planned in two weeks, I'm sure I will be ready for it. This week I am going to try to run that distance and see how long it takes. I need a running partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was pretty much the same but somehow just a little better. A friend came over on Friday, we had planned on heading to Happy Hour together but in the end just hung out in the back yard and talked. It was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I finally did some yard work. I was a little embarrassed on Friday night when I realized what a mess the back yard had become. I've been so busy, being busy that I've been neglecting the house/yard. That needs to change just a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon I headed to the hash, it was a pretty poor trail but beautiful weather, great company and a few cold beers made everyone forget about trail in no time. I went to the on after and had some really bad Mexican food and then spent the rest of the evening with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I headed off to Big Creek alone for some trail riding. I promised my physical therapist that I would stick to easy trails and not jump over anything. I made 3 or 4 loops and headed back to town. I'm glad I've started biking, it is a nice change of pace from running and a totally different group of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the big decision of the weekend...to hash Black Sheep or not to hash Black Sheep. I had told myself that I was going to avoid it for awhile. Being around someone that calls me a whore is not the way I want to spend my Sunday afternoon. With encouragement from others, promised 'protection' if I was bothered, the fact that Robin, who I haven't seen in ages, was the hare and the start was only 15 minutes from my house I headed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day and a great trail...I spent most of my time on trail with Col. Cl!t, Big Bore, Just Marlin and Swamp Guinea. There was just enough 'swamp' to get really muddy and the trail was just long enough to make me feel like I earned my beer(s). We all hung out until the beer truck drove off and we headed to the on-after at the unforgettable Southern Comfort. I can't tell this story again but you can read all about it here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://onin.com/sc/wwwbd/messages/4/2433.html?MondayOctober120070826pm"&gt;Southern Comfort On-After&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can say with almost complete certainty that we will not be back (other than to snap a photo for the blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was my weekend. Having fun, drunk and tired is how I spent my time...and you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-1734847799480328628?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/1734847799480328628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=1734847799480328628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/1734847799480328628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/1734847799480328628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/10/slacker.html' title='A Trip Back in Time'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-1144322592385223002</id><published>2007-09-28T07:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T15:08:05.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ACL - anterior cruciate ligament</title><content type='html'>The anterior cruciate ligament (or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ACL&lt;/span&gt;) is one of the four major &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ligements&lt;/span&gt; of the knee.&lt;br /&gt;It connects from a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;posterio&lt;/span&gt;-lateral part of the femur to an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;anterio&lt;/span&gt;-medial part of the tibia. These attachments allow it to resist forces pushing the tibia forward relative to the femur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More specifically, it is attached to the depression in front of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;intercondyloid&lt;/span&gt; eminence of the tibia, being blended with the anterior extremity of the lateral meniscus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It passes up, backward, and laterally, and is fixed into the medial and back part of the lateral &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;condyle&lt;/span&gt; of the femur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;and mine is torn!! Crap!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes I had an MRI before leaving town for Lake Hartwell. The following week the diagnosis was confirmed that I did tear my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ACL&lt;/span&gt; while trying to run 10+ miles in the dark woods, aka &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;DarkSide&lt;/span&gt; back in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doctor is torn (no pun intended) between surgery and rehab/physical therapy. On one hand, I do play tennis which in pretty much impossible with a torn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ACL&lt;/span&gt;, plus I'm pretty active and I could be back to near 100% of where I was before the injury with surgery. The other side of the coin is that my knee is pretty stable, I can walk, run, bike...do most of my normal activity. The only times I am having problems (i.e. walking down stairs, tennis) is when I'm asking my body to the most difficult activities for the knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent two weeks going over all the pros and cons, while at the same time trying to deal with the emotional issues surrounding this feeling of helplessness. Right now we are taking a conservative approach of rehab/PT. If/when I have surgery it will have to be next year. I want to get through some races/runs I have planned and the holidays before I'm out of commission for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you all updated on my progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI Google spell check does not recognize &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ACL&lt;/span&gt; as a word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-1144322592385223002?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/1144322592385223002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=1144322592385223002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/1144322592385223002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/1144322592385223002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/09/acl-anterior-cruciate-ligament.html' title='ACL - anterior cruciate ligament'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-1939902613514991456</id><published>2007-09-26T14:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T14:37:59.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Game was Called Because of Rain</title><content type='html'>Nope not baseball or even kickball, it was our weekly trivia that was canceled due to a broken pipe in the hotel above the bar. You can read the beginning of the story over at &lt;a href="http://www.dixiecheese.com/"&gt;Stacy's site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll pick things up after Stacy left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we evacuated the building we all stood outside pondering what to do next. Everyone seemed to stay calm with the exception of Charlie G's cook, who was running around, trying to make sure everyone knew it wasn't his fault. At least that is what I think he was saying...stating he had a speech impediment would be and understatement. Amy showed up and left right away, I called Karyn to let her know what was happening and got her voicemail, I didn't have Frank's number so he was on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our waitress stepped outside to have a smoke and I asked what else was close so we (Barb, Larry, Allen and myself) could grab some dinner and a beer. I felt a little guilty but everyone was hungry. We left Charlie G's and the rushing water to go to Front Page News. We were able to get a nice table outside, next to the fountain (eek the sound of rushing water again) and ordered our first round of drinks. Remarkably, Frank found us and joined us at his usual spot at the head of the table. We ordered dinner, the boys talked about the rivers of Poland, the War of 1812 and the guy that invented the sewing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;machine&lt;/span&gt; and had a couple of beers. We also toasted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AFD's&lt;/span&gt; newest paramedic (congrats again Allen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry and I walked back to our cars, parked at Charlie G's when he offered to treat me to a liquid nitrogen margarita at Element. It was fun to watch it being made and it reminded me of tequila sorbet (oh if only there was such a creature). It was now well past 10 and decided to call it an evening. While walking past Charlie G's again we noticed they where open and serving!! If it had been a little earlier we might have stopped in just to see how much they accomplish in just a few hours. We will check it out next week when Donkey Punch returns once again in hopes of spending our booty!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-1939902613514991456?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/1939902613514991456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=1939902613514991456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/1939902613514991456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/1939902613514991456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/09/game-was-called-because-of-rain.html' title='The Game was Called Because of Rain'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-7476249445433753104</id><published>2007-09-19T10:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T10:58:13.978-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It is time to start cooking!</title><content type='html'>Fall is here, the weather is cooler and I can once again turn the oven back on without suffering heat stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect timing also, I received my October issues of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Appetit&lt;/span&gt; and it is full of yummy, fall inspired, comfort food.  Sweet potatoes, butternut squash, hearty beef dishes, apples, both sweet and savory seem to dominate the issue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I'm thinking of cooking very soon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried Cornmeal Shrimp with Butternut Squash Risotto&lt;br /&gt;Brown Sugar and Chocolate Chip Pound Cake with Maple-Espresso Glaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mahi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mahi&lt;/span&gt; with Fresh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cilantro&lt;/span&gt; Chutney&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Potato and Sausage Soup&lt;br /&gt;Cabernet-Braised Short Ribs with Gorgonzola &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Polenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need to find someone to cook for, anyone up for dinner at my place soon?  (I'm not kidding!)  I just need to make a trip to the farmer's market.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-7476249445433753104?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/7476249445433753104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=7476249445433753104' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/7476249445433753104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/7476249445433753104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-is-time-to-start-cooking.html' title='It is time to start cooking!'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-6936049532509460503</id><published>2007-09-18T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T10:01:24.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>D &amp; M Drama - Lake Hartwell Edition</title><content type='html'>I'm not going to go into details on this...but hopefully Lake Hartwell was the Farewell Tour for Drama 2007. Miscommunication and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; ideas have always provided a back drop for this relationship...so at least there were no surprises the way it ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of a couple of hours of that...I had a great time. There was plenty of beer, food, sun, fun and great company. I even got mugged!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/atlantaboiler/1393512229/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="I got Mugged!" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1297/1393512229_620687cc56.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons learned this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) 3 people can fit in my tent&lt;br /&gt;2) girls of German/Irish decent should be more careful when wearing a two-piece swimsuit for the first time since they were 6!! (my tummy is still burnt).&lt;br /&gt;3) never leave camp (I already knew that one)&lt;br /&gt;4) don't eat a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;melon&lt;/span&gt; before downing an oil can of Fosters Beer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-6936049532509460503?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/6936049532509460503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=6936049532509460503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/6936049532509460503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/6936049532509460503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/09/d-m-drama-lake-hartwell-edition.html' title='D &amp; M Drama - Lake Hartwell Edition'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1297/1393512229_620687cc56_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871765255021114018.post-2646956872935837004</id><published>2007-09-12T17:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T17:06:07.884-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It is offical</title><content type='html'>As of today I am no longer overweight as far as my BMI goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;132 and counting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-2646956872935837004?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/2646956872935837004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=2646956872935837004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/2646956872935837004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/2646956872935837004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-is-offical.html' title='It is offical'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-1360731331241802415</id><published>2007-09-12T11:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T15:03:58.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously, Donkey Punch</title><content type='html'>I read that &lt;a href="http://www.sweetwaterbrew.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sweetwater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has a new beer that they are going to call &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Donkey_punch"&gt;Donkey Punch&lt;/a&gt;. I know what a Donkey Punch is from my days working in HIV/AIDS prevention. One night I took a visiting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CBO&lt;/span&gt; Director from Boston out for dinner. He was stuck at a hotel in Tucker and I just felt bad for him, it was not official business. We went to &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.agaverestaurant.com"&gt;Agave&lt;/a&gt; (I haven't been there in ages) and they we headed to Mary's for a drink. Little did I know it was trivia night, specifically Sexual Trivia, and one question was 'What is a Donkey Punch?', I didn't know but soon found out...and people think I have a little kink in my background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Trivia, last night I headed back to Charlie G's for weekly trivia. It was a new crowd last night but quite interesting. Barb and Dean where there and to my surprise boy #1 and boy#3 showed up! I got to sit between the two of them, trying hard to suppress the giggles bubbling up inside me. It was a little exciting. When the bill came they both offered to pick up my tab, boy #3 won. Boy#1 later invited me out for a drink. I doubt anything will happen with either but it sure was faltering and I'm going to enjoy it while I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly we won first place and $50 in bar cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lake Hartwell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Black Sheep Lake Hartwell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Campout&lt;/span&gt; is fast approaching. I'm tentative about going, relations with D are still strained. I can deal with him, it is just the thought of him with someone else that is hard. I got an email from him today that he will be coming to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;campout&lt;/span&gt; alone? Strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to work very hard to enjoy this weekend. Boner will be there and he is such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;calming&lt;/span&gt; and supportive force for me. He doesn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;particularly&lt;/span&gt; care for D, more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;specifically&lt;/span&gt; how D has treated me. He's one of the people that knows I can do better. There will also be several girlfriends and at least one boy to pay me some attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get cracking and get ready for this trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-1360731331241802415?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/1360731331241802415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=1360731331241802415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/1360731331241802415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/1360731331241802415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/09/seriously-donkey-punch.html' title='Seriously, Donkey Punch'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-8812067723124367076</id><published>2007-09-10T03:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T03:28:54.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What time is it?</title><content type='html'>So after a long run and an even longer brunch I finally made it home sometime around 5:30 last night. I made a phone call at 6:04 pm and that was it. I awoke, looked at the clock it said 7:00. Damn, I'm running late for work, oh wait not going to the office today, I have to take Toby to the vet...good I can lay here just a bit longer. That is when it dawned on me just how dark it was outside. Yes, in my drunken haze I mistook 7 pm Sunday for 7 am Monday. I went out hard...I checked my phone, which was right by my head, someone called at 6:24 and I missed it, I didn't hear a sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now 3:30 am and I am wide awake...this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God lord, I need to stop drinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-8812067723124367076?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/8812067723124367076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=8812067723124367076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/8812067723124367076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/8812067723124367076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-time-is-it.html' title='What time is it?'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-281042765263083068</id><published>2007-09-07T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T11:03:40.401-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Average Joes 1, Indy Colts 41</title><content type='html'>Well we couldn't have done much worse than the Saints.  Here is my sports wrap up from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Average &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Joes&lt;/span&gt; vs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wanahawkalugi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Joes&lt;/span&gt; started out strong scoring a run in the first inning...sadly that was our last run also.  After the second inning we got our defense down and held &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wanahawkalugi&lt;/span&gt; to only one more run.  We need to work on some offense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was useless...my knee gave out during my first time kicking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colts vs. Saints&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the season opener for the current Super Bowl Champs the Indianapolis Colts.  They wiped the field at the RCA Dome with the Saints.  Out scoring the visiting team 31-0 in the second half. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MRIs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my first MRI scheduled for next week.  I guess now I am a real athlete.  This MRI is to see if I have torn my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ACL&lt;/span&gt;.  I hope not but everything is leading me to believe that is what has happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone please keep your finger crossed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giving &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit it, I don't feel I give enough, either of my time or money.  I am still fostering for Basset Rescue and I'm currently paying Toby's medical bills.  However, since I'm probably going to keep the slobbery little beast does it really count? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One idea that I've always found interesting is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Microcredit"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Microcredit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Microcredit&lt;/span&gt; is the extension of very small loans (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;microloans&lt;/span&gt;) to the unemployed, to poor entrepreneurs and to others living in poverty who are not considered bankable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can donate as little as $25 to help someone in a developing country start a business.  The repayment on these loans is very high, 99%+.  Many times these loans are given to women, who seem to be better at managing and paying back the loans then men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently this site is not taking any more donations...amazingly every loan has been funded.  Keep it in mind for the next time you want to make a big difference for just a little cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kiva.org/"&gt;www.kiva.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;microloans&lt;/span&gt; check out this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;article&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;a href="http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/10/061013-nobel-peace.html"&gt;Noble Prize winning Micro-Loan Pioneers&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-281042765263083068?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/281042765263083068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=281042765263083068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/281042765263083068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/281042765263083068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/09/average-joes-1-indy-colts-41.html' title='Average Joes 1, Indy Colts 41'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-7324666181793928299</id><published>2007-09-07T04:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T04:57:54.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy Crazy</title><content type='html'>Okay not me (well maybe a little) but the last two weeks have been pretty bizarre when it comes to the men that are in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy Crazy 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, after a hash, a group of us went out, slowly the group became two. We headed out for '1 more beer' and got to talking. We've both dated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hashers&lt;/span&gt; and we have both sworn off dating anymore. I took him back to his car at the end of the evening, as he was leaving he made a comment about how it was 'too bad we weren't dating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hashers&lt;/span&gt; because we could be good together'. Something along those lines. I laughed it off and drove home. During the next week I got several flirty emails from this gentleman. That seems to have passed but nice to know it was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy Crazy 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past weekend I was able to have a positive experience with an ex. After a rough start on Friday, I saw him and it was good the next two days, even if he did forget my birthday present :) So on Sunday I invited him to hang with the group at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zocolo's&lt;/span&gt; he declined but asked if I wanted to do something the following evening. Maybe I was reading too much into the wording but it sounded a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;date'ish&lt;/span&gt; to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of text messages we agreed on a time and a place. At the last minute he called to suggest going to the park. Under normal circumstances I would have loved this...I was always suggesting picnics in the park when we where together but we aren't now. I went anyway, now it really felt like a date, sitting on a blanket, under a shady oak, in a secluded part of the park while having a drink. We talked, we talked about the past, present &amp;amp; future...it was mostly good. He made one comment I thought inappropriate for a man currently in a relationship to make and I told him so...can men really be that dense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy Crazy 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A typical Wednesday night a George's, the usual suspects where there. I had a few beers and got caught up on the latest gossip. A friend (we've hung out together in the past and we email each other from time to time but I've considered him more of a friend of a friend) showed up, offered me dinner and drinks for my birthday. This felt like a date, I was dressed up, he was buying, great conversation, but without the pressure of a date...or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left George's and he walked me to my car and kissed me?!? I was just as surprised as you are, I don't know where that came from. Again I don't think anything will come of it...but it did boost my spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38 might just be a good year. I wonder what this weekend will hold for me??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-7324666181793928299?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/7324666181793928299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=7324666181793928299' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/7324666181793928299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/7324666181793928299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/09/boy-crazy.html' title='Boy Crazy'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-640322354816597811</id><published>2007-09-06T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T13:12:00.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Finally Beginning to Believe</title><content type='html'>People have been telling me for weeks, if not months, that I deserve nothing but the best. That I deserve someone who will love me, respect me, woo me, pursue me...someone that recognizes just how lucky he is to have a girl like me, smart, pretty, educated, funny, popular, respected, responsible, loving, big hearted, hard working, financially secure, athletic, interesting and an awesome cook to boot. I should not be any one's second choice, there is no competition...it is a no brainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone that can't recognize that doesn't deserve me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone that has believe in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stuart_Smalley"&gt;I'm Good Enough, I'm Smart Enough, and Doggone It, People Like Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-640322354816597811?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/640322354816597811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=640322354816597811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/640322354816597811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/640322354816597811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-finally-beginning-to-believe.html' title='I&apos;m Finally Beginning to Believe'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-4446869215419403121</id><published>2007-09-05T12:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T14:19:21.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reliving those college days</title><content type='html'>Last night was pretty laid back. I didn't go for the run I was planning on, I grilled a turkey burger and corn on the cob on the grill. I had to pick up a friend at the airport around 8:30, lucky him he got to spent the weekend in Northern Cali, visiting wineries for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The airport was crazy but I managed to find him on the second pass by the terminal. I drove him home and he offered me a tour of his house, I had never been there before...and now I know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH LORD!! It was as bad if not worse than some of the frat houses I visited in my younger years, complete with empty beer cans, overflowing ashtrays, left over take-out and the cinder block entertainment center. If I ever had any doubts about my relationship with this person they have now been confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was nice enough to bring me back a hat from his trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left there as quickly has good manners would allow and headed home for an early nights sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-4446869215419403121?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/4446869215419403121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=4446869215419403121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/4446869215419403121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/4446869215419403121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/09/reliving-those-college-days.html' title='Reliving those college days'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-249349484418675928</id><published>2007-09-04T18:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T19:01:09.352-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me</title><content type='html'>Yes it was that time of year again...time to celebrate, not getting another year older, but another year better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, up until the last few years I've never really enjoyed my birthday. It falls around the Labor Day weekend, most people are out of town, there are other things to do...I've spent far to many birthdays alone. My how times have changed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of my weekend is that I have an extra day to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the day off work on Friday. I treated myself to some shopping, a hair cut and I even did my nails. I got tons done on my To Do List, it really felt good. Lately, I feel like I've just been treating water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Night Happy Hour was being held, in my honor, at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Glenwood&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;EAV&lt;/span&gt;. It was a small group, being that many of the regulars were out of town for the weekend, but a group I was very happy to spend time with that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/atlantaboiler/1294759353/"&gt;&lt;img height="315" alt="Paulie and Me" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1400/1294759353_4440863c7b.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to avoid the evil monkey and several offers of shots...didn't completely work. I did mange to do something (but at least not someone) stupid that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I foolishly offered to lay a trail and throw a party on Saturday afternoon. I woke up early and made a quick change to the schedule. I headed out about 8 am to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;recee&lt;/span&gt; and lay the trail for the day. I quickly found a flaw in my original plan and had to improvise. It's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 30 people showed up for the trail. When the pack headed off, Michelle, Stacy and myself headed back to my place to attended to some last minute party details. Much to my surprise I found my back yard decorated with many balloons, thanks Stacy. Adam showed up about 2:30, tapped the keg and the party was now officially started. We didn't have to wait long for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when things began to get a little sketchy. I do remember everyone seemed to be having a great time, much beer was consumed, Bill and Bean ran circle for me since I was just a little to tipsy to handle such responsibility, Darren showed up (and that worked out okay) and we floated the keg sometime around 6 pm. The brain trust stood around for several minutes wondering what was wrong with the keg...it just couldn't be empty. Next thing I know Paulie is asking if we need a beer run and he was off....good man that Paulie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in all this dinner was prepared, Stacy and I changed into our 'party clothes' and many more people came and went...next year I think I should have a guest book so I can remember everyone that showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening ended with a game of three man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/atlantaboiler/1315801302/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="The last of the crowd" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1047/1315801302_883a3c9d5f.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday is a Black Sheep Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I woke up again early on Sunday, I spend most of the morning cleaning the house and debating going to Black Sheep. An email from Paulie convinced me to make the drive to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Covington&lt;/span&gt;. It was a small crowd but again a good crowd. Trail was pretty short (no thanks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kapt&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Krash&lt;/span&gt;) and there was much beer to be had afterwards. D was there alone and I was able to speak with him and we hung out for a bit, it was nice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The night ended (as usual) with tacos and more beer at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Zocolo's&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonus Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't have much planned for Monday, I was driving north to return the keg cooler I borrowed from a friend when Paulie called to remind me of a dim sum lunch in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Chamblee&lt;/span&gt; with Betsy and Harold. Since I was almost there I declined the offer of a car pool and drove straight to Royal China. Yummy!! I stuffed myself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I returned the keg and restocked my beer supply and headed home for a nap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Monday night was interested, drinks with a friend that felt more like a date. It is pretty confusing for me right now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you to everyone that spent time with me and shared my birthday with me.  You have no idea how much it all meant to me.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-249349484418675928?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/249349484418675928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=249349484418675928' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/249349484418675928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/249349484418675928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1400/1294759353_4440863c7b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871765255021114018.post-506414264131040995</id><published>2007-08-23T10:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T10:38:43.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Off</title><content type='html'>Now that I know my job is secure for at least a few more months I'm ready for some time off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hesitant to use my vacation time in the off chance I might have to live off of it for a few weeks in between jobs. I don't have anywhere to go or anyone to go with but I guess just some down time would be good for me. I feel like I am on the go all the time. That is because I hate to be home alone most of the time. I am pretty burnt out, I would love a little time away, relaxing on a beach or something but see above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left work early yesterday and I'm at home today doing a minimal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;amount&lt;/span&gt; of work. I'm not feeling really well, my stomach has been bothering me for days (again see above) and I'm just tired. It is all stress related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might head out for a walk/jog in a bit, before it gets too hot. I have my first kickball game tonight, I'm hoping it will be a good way to meet some new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I did yesterday after leaving work...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/atlantaboiler/1214564742/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="New Chairs" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1011/1214564742_c5242b9a9c.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt; and bought myself some pretty, blue chairs for the back yard. I had been eyeing the chairs at Target for awhile. They were $24.99, I saw them on sale one day for about $18 but left the store without buying them (I forgot), I went back a few days later and they were back up to the regular price. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stooped&lt;/span&gt; in yesterday to buy a lounger, I don't know why, too damn hot to be outside...I didn't get the lounger but the chairs where marked down to $12.48...so instead of just getting two, I bought 4...they will be a nice addition once the weather cools down enough to enjoy the back yard again.&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/2871765255021114018-506414264131040995?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/506414264131040995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=506414264131040995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/506414264131040995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/506414264131040995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/08/time-off.html' title='Time Off'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1011/1214564742_c5242b9a9c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871765255021114018.post-3858227545439211904</id><published>2007-08-22T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T16:47:27.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Employment Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;As of 3:58 pm today my contract has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;extended&lt;/span&gt; until the end of the year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is great news...I should be debt free, except for mortgage and student loan before I need to look for another job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will take a lot of pressure off of me when I need to start looking again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-3858227545439211904?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/3858227545439211904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=3858227545439211904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/3858227545439211904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/3858227545439211904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/08/employment-update.html' title='Employment Update'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-2091943448887481735</id><published>2007-08-22T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T12:24:22.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm too tired to think of a title</title><content type='html'>So last night was fun. I headed to Midtown to play trivia with some fellow hashers. We did well, it was a rough second round but we pulled off a second place finish. Not bad since I haven't played in years. I manage to grab a bite to eat and get the beer consumption in check. A good night with no drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So where was the drama?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drama was located about 2 hours before trivia started. I sent an email, it was misunderstood, nastiness ensued, then talking and then a resolution. Still in limbo on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time off...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a few vacation days planned but no vacation (that's another issue). I'm taking next Friday off for my birthday. I hope to treat myself to some shopping and a nice lunch, nothing more is planned. I'm not really looking forward to my birthday this year since it will be another milestone of being alone. I've always felt that you should be with someone on two holidays...your birthday and new years eve...I've struck out for the last year on both of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my birthday, I bought myself a new, 27'' LCD flat screen yesterday. I'm very excited about this is one. My old TV is about 11 years old, I won it in a raffle...so not top of the line and is only about 20 inches. The girls are already planning movie night at my place, I guess now I need to buy a DVD player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Weekend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was great. There was a rough start on Friday but Saturday &amp; Sunday made up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I drove to Decatur for the hash. I had a good feeling about the trail and it was not unfounded. I was out about an hour, just perfect in this god awful heat. The end was shady, there was a hose and plenty of cold beer and good company. Once the beer was gone (I need to remember to bring more this weekend) the gang headed over to Twain's for some dinner. I had Fish &amp;amp; Chips which I had been craving for weeks and tried a couple of the house brews. Then a smaller group (Dakota, Bill &amp; Nancy) walked over to Ted's to wish my friend Stacy a happy birthday. We were informed of the plan to head over to the Brick Store. We found a table outside, it wasn't any hotter than inside the crowded bar. More drinks, more people, more fun. We lost Dakota and gained Shane when we went to Sushi Avenue to share a late night snack. One last trip to Twain's were I cried just a bit in my beer and I headed home for a decent (relativity speaking) night's sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was the Black Sheep run, specifically the 7th (I think) running of Catch the Crabs. I missed this trail last year when the pack was stuck by lightning. I was hesitant to go but my good friends Paul and Betsy said they would car pool with me, which meant I didn't have to show up alone. The day went well...no drama...even a few pleasantries were spoke. I had an awesome run thanks to a 1.25 mile tunnel that slowed all the big folks down. While the guys where crawling on their hands and knees and having to rest every time there was a break in the tunnel, little Martha just kept chugging through. I was about the 5th person in...NEVER has that happened before at BS...It felt pretty great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a little confusion about the end but once things were settled we had circle and the Grant Park/EAV crew headed back to Tony's place for another beer before Zocolo's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night ended with a little Gordon Ramsey on the BBC back at Tony's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very lucky to have the friends I do...I must keep reminding myself of that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another bit of good news...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've paid off my second to last credit card this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-2091943448887481735?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/2091943448887481735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=2091943448887481735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/2091943448887481735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/2091943448887481735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-too-tired-to-think-of-title.html' title='I&apos;m too tired to think of a title'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-7422595424100402527</id><published>2007-08-18T11:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T11:56:43.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess that is it</title><content type='html'>I put myself through hell the last 10 days and it would seem like it was all for nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-7422595424100402527?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/7422595424100402527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=7422595424100402527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/7422595424100402527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/7422595424100402527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-guess-that-is-it.html' title='I guess that is it'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-6861927415365317334</id><published>2007-08-16T12:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T12:46:22.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crazys are Back</title><content type='html'>I drank too much last night and didn't get enough sleep...it doesn't help my current mood. If I had anything else to do today I would probably leave work right now but then I would just be sitting at home driving myself crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a good feeling about things right now...there has been almost no communication in the last couple of days. I know we said we would touch base on Friday and maybe talk some more but I'm not even getting responses to simple, friendly emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Crazy...how nuts to you have to be to drive around in a car full of trash???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/atlantaboiler/1137250043/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="If you ever thought your car was a mess..." src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1359/1137250043_7d8ce892cf.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken yesterday in the parking garage at work. Yes the trash does go all the way up to the windows!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-6861927415365317334?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/6861927415365317334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=6861927415365317334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/6861927415365317334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/6861927415365317334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/08/crazys-are-back.html' title='The Crazys are Back'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1359/1137250043_7d8ce892cf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871765255021114018.post-6906496922889616044</id><published>2007-08-15T08:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T08:58:11.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Hunting?</title><content type='html'>Well if anyone remember a few months ago, I lost my job for about 18 hours. The next day I was told the contract was extended until the end of August. Well guess what...that deadline is approaching quickly and I haven't heard anything but rumors. I've been told the contract will probably be extended until the end of the year...but nothing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;concrete&lt;/span&gt; as of yet. We do have a big staff meeting today and I am hoping for some good news. As much as this job drives me crazy some days, it is in a great location (only a 7 mile commute), it is very flexible as far as time off, working from home, etc. and my boss (while a little crazy sometimes) is very nice and seems to like me a lot. Plus the paycheck isn't too bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call yesterday from a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recruiter&lt;/span&gt; with an open position in banking. This has some appeal to me. First, banking is much more profitable than public health, second, if (big if) things work out the way I want there could be a chance that I may move to a city that is very big into banking. It would be nice to have some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; to take with me. The pay is slightly better, I'm not sure about additional compensation. The down side would be a longer commute, a more 'professional' work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;environment&lt;/span&gt; and it is only a 6 month contract (temp to hire position). I have an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;interview&lt;/span&gt; set up for Friday. I don't have anything to wear...the dress is business professional...I've been business casual for the past 9 years. Oh well an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;excuse&lt;/span&gt; to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise nothing new to report.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-6906496922889616044?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/6906496922889616044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=6906496922889616044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/6906496922889616044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/6906496922889616044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/08/job-hunting.html' title='Job Hunting?'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-7497339942595274714</id><published>2007-08-14T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T15:47:36.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A new week and a new outlook</title><content type='html'>Well last week was just terrible.  I wasn't eating, I wasn't sleeping, I was completely stress out by recent events.  For weeks I've been trying to determine why two normally reasonable people were still reacting in such an awful way to each other.  The events of the past weekend had taken its toll.  I did not want to continue this behavior any longer.  I was tired of the fighting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not sure what will happen but I have to follow my heart and live with the consequences.  We are talking (not yelling, not snipping) about the big issues that lead to the relationship going so wrong and working on being friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think 'being friends' would be simple...but I feel we need to even discuss that.  Our past communication has gone so wrong, there have been so many misunderstandings and missed opportunities, that I want to discuss everything so each of us knows what the other is expecting.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are set to talk again this Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-7497339942595274714?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/7497339942595274714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=7497339942595274714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/7497339942595274714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/7497339942595274714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-week-and-new-outlook.html' title='A new week and a new outlook'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-3243324140891889744</id><published>2007-08-10T07:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T11:55:49.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All my cards are on the table</title><content type='html'>Now I'm just waiting to see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know now how it feels to walk in someone else's shoes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-3243324140891889744?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/3243324140891889744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=3243324140891889744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/3243324140891889744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/3243324140891889744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/08/all-my-cards-are-on-table.html' title='All my cards are on the table'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-2952165558279393958</id><published>2007-08-09T08:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T13:15:14.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lying Low</title><content type='html'>It is too damn hot and I am too damn tired to do much this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ass may I introduce to you Couch, Couch this is ass....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also is it Laying Low or Lying Low...where is an English major when you need one...I guess I could look it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Later that day....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha is still cranky...her email has been down for over 2 hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-2952165558279393958?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/2952165558279393958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=2952165558279393958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/2952165558279393958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/2952165558279393958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/08/lying-low.html' title='Lying Low'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-8392007271760228684</id><published>2007-08-07T11:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T11:28:19.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday and Moonlight</title><content type='html'>Well I made it through my first day back...it wasn't easy.  I was thinking about taking the day off but why waste a day off when you aren't feeling well.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; to save it until I was feeling better and could enjoy myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to report.  It is quite clear at this point that D and I still have issues that we can't seem to work out.  As I said yesterday, I tried to just ignore them...but she wasn't having it.  In D's defense, he was actually behaving himself and trying to stay away.  She was the one pushing my buttons.  He also did listen to my side and agreed with me on some points.  Yes I wish I could have just kept walking away but sooner or later I had to stick up for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going home, sulking and hoping for a phone call, I ran home, changed my clothes and headed out to the Moonlight Hash that my buddy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BWANA&lt;/span&gt; was haring that evening.  It was a hot, sticky, miserable run.  I think I was still pretty dehydrated from the weekend, I hadn't ate much all day...and well the heat was bad for all of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for my anal-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;retentive&lt;/span&gt; attention to details I remember &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BWANA&lt;/span&gt; telling me weeks ago it was going to end at Dakota Blue...once I hit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Glennwood&lt;/span&gt; I made a beeline towards Grant Park.  I picked up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;EZ&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cheecks&lt;/span&gt; along the way.  It is always good to see her, we discussed boys both past, present and future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered a bean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;burrito&lt;/span&gt; (I'm back on the diet) and skipped the beer.  I ran a super short circle and was home (after taking the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;scenic&lt;/span&gt; route back to the car, thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ButtBob&lt;/span&gt; for the tour) by 10.  I took a shower, sat for bit in front of the TV, and thought about what a good night sleep I was going to have.  Once again I was wrong.  I tossed and turned most of the night.  Well there is always tonight.  There will be no running for me when I get home, if I do anything it will be at the gym. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking a trip to the store might be a better use of the evening...Martha's cupboards are bare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-8392007271760228684?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/8392007271760228684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=8392007271760228684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/8392007271760228684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/8392007271760228684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/08/monday-and-moonlight.html' title='Monday and Moonlight'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-1909762159343843244</id><published>2007-08-06T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T11:28:57.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot the 'Hooch</title><content type='html'>okay it was really the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cartecay&lt;/span&gt; River in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ellijay&lt;/span&gt;...just as fun none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into a small road block on my way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ellijay&lt;/span&gt; on Friday. I took my car to the shop on Thursday to have my brakes replaced and tires rotated. I dropped the car off at 7:15 am and rode my bike the 3 miles to the office. Finally around 4:30 I called...they were just now having a look at the car and didn't think it would be ready by 6 but were going to try...damn! By the time I knew for sure, everyone had left the office and I didn't have a ride home. So I hopped on the bike and rode the 8 miles home...you would have thought I had to ride across the entire city. It was hot and I too beat by the time I got home to make it to my Thursday night run in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cabbagetown&lt;/span&gt; (which meant getting back on the bike).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed in and finished packing for my trip. I was planning on being at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Georgia's&lt;/span&gt; house at 1 so we would miss Friday night rush hour. I didn't get back from picking up the car until 12:40...I threw everything in, figured out the new bike rack and took off towards &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Clarkston&lt;/span&gt; only about 45 minutes behind schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it up to &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.mountaintownoutdoorexpeditions.com"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MOEs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in good time, some how avoiding all but the tiniest amount of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;gird lock&lt;/span&gt; on the connector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this was going to be a tough weekend, my ex was going to show up with his new 'girlfriend'. I went up there will all good intentions of just trying to avoid them and enjoy the weekend with my friends. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, that is not how things worked out. There were a couple of confrontations, some name calling, alcohol abuse, silliness and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;stupidness&lt;/span&gt; a pretty full weekend. Saturday was better but still not great. The river was really low and it took us over 4 hours to float down. There was no drama on the river, I got to have a relaxing time (when I wasn't stuck or bruising my backside) with my friends and I kept a nice buzz going for the afternoon. I have to give the weekend a 6 out of 10. Which is sad because I was really looking forward to relaxing and having a good time. Lord knows I need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have to think long and hard about attending the next event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left around noon on Sunday...feeling like death. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;original&lt;/span&gt; plan was to head to Hog Mountain, that wasn't going to happen. I made it home in pretty good time and spent the rest of the evening on the couch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-1909762159343843244?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/1909762159343843244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=1909762159343843244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/1909762159343843244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/1909762159343843244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/08/shoot-hooch.html' title='Shoot the &apos;Hooch'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-6438858170589152591</id><published>2007-08-02T14:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T14:40:59.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Monkey - Mystery Solved</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JR-xYZpdCtk/RrHoY0ZVgaI/AAAAAAAAABo/sEG-f4N0fZQ/s1600-h/beer_gm.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094108166612156834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JR-xYZpdCtk/RrHoY0ZVgaI/AAAAAAAAABo/sEG-f4N0fZQ/s320/beer_gm.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A few weeks ago I tried a new beer, Victory Golden Monkey. An interesting and yummy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Belgium&lt;/span&gt;-type ale . I had three or four one night and had to almost be carried out of the bar. Now 4 beers isn't a lot for me...I can drink that much and still run a hash. What I didn't realize until last night was that Golden Monkey is a high-gravity beer!! 9.5% - so it was more like I had 8 beers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank god, I thought I was going soft. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-6438858170589152591?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/6438858170589152591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=6438858170589152591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/6438858170589152591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/6438858170589152591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/08/bad-monkey-mystery-solved.html' title='Bad Monkey - Mystery Solved'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JR-xYZpdCtk/RrHoY0ZVgaI/AAAAAAAAABo/sEG-f4N0fZQ/s72-c/beer_gm.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871765255021114018.post-6166772194445631543</id><published>2007-08-02T09:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T10:08:58.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night - Part 2</title><content type='html'>First I would just like to say if you don't like what you read here...stop reading my blog! Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Background&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you may know I've been a little lost lately. A 2+ year relationship had ended and I never felt I was really appreciated or given a chance to make things work. No matter how hard you want a relationship to work out, you just can't do it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a few dates with guys I've met. Nice guys, treat me pretty well but no one I can see a future with, backgrounds, values, etc are just too different or just no 'click'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another date last night and it went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About six weeks ago I signed up on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eHarmony&lt;/span&gt;, thought why not? Everyone in the commercials seem happy (I'm a sucker for good marketing). After 70 or so rejections (both active and passive) I was beginning to think this wasn't going to work either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started communication with a guy named James. What caught my eye? He described himself as spontaneous, loyal, outgoing &amp; genuine all good qualities in my option. His leisure time included playing tennis, biking &amp;amp; running, these could be activities we share. Lastly, what was he looking for? Someone who smiles a lot, is loyal and dependable. Well that's me! I'm glad to see someone (unlike my past relationship) can appreciate the value in those qualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We emailed a few times, we talked on the phone...it was all going well. He seemed very easy to talk to, very outgoing, I found out he was a engineer and he thought what I did was really cool (smart is sexy)...I was encouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called me on Sunday, sometime between the run in the morning and the hash in the afternoon. He was impressed that I was a little drunk and getting ready for my second run of the day. He didn't want to keep me, said he would call a little later and we could plan to meet up later in the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were to meet at the Flatiron at 7:45, he called, running a little late because of traffic...I started to worry. In the end he was only about 5 minutes late, no big deal. We hit it off immediately. He was just as outgoing and easy-going in person. We each had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hoegarden&lt;/span&gt; and decided to head down the street for some dinner. I suggested the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Glenwood&lt;/span&gt;, we sat on the patio, ordered some food and just talked about sports, school, home, family, the only time the conversation got a little strained was when the subject of past relationships surfaced. He was married once, I just recently escaped a long term relationship...a few questions were asked. He asked why it didn't work, I told him my side, he said sounded like the ex was very selfish and narcissistic...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; I couldn't disagree. I told him things where still a little strained since the ex and I still had to see each other but we/I was trying now to co-exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally about 10 it was time to go. He still had some studying to do and is leaving for Dayton to attend his high school reunion. He walked me to my car, gave me a nice hug and asked if he could call me when he gets back on Sunday!! I said yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it does seem like we have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;similar&lt;/span&gt; values/backgrounds, we are both very social, active and smart. I don't want to get ahead of myself but I have a good feeling. Even if a romantic relationship doesn't develop, this is the kind of person I would like to call a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you all posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-6166772194445631543?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/6166772194445631543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=6166772194445631543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/6166772194445631543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/6166772194445631543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/08/last-night-part-2.html' title='Last Night - Part 2'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-8933900576975822537</id><published>2007-08-02T08:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T08:13:49.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>More to follow!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JR-xYZpdCtk/RrHKYUZVgZI/AAAAAAAAABg/lBYZQ4NFTqQ/s1600-h/Smile_Face_Ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094075172673388946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JR-xYZpdCtk/RrHKYUZVgZI/AAAAAAAAABg/lBYZQ4NFTqQ/s320/Smile_Face_Ball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-8933900576975822537?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/8933900576975822537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=8933900576975822537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/8933900576975822537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/8933900576975822537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/08/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JR-xYZpdCtk/RrHKYUZVgZI/AAAAAAAAABg/lBYZQ4NFTqQ/s72-c/Smile_Face_Ball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871765255021114018.post-2661476919898341232</id><published>2007-08-01T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T16:03:44.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Things</title><content type='html'>Things I've tried since gaining my freedom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Rock Wall Climbing&lt;br /&gt;2) Olives&lt;br /&gt;3) Calamari&lt;br /&gt;4) Peas&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pilates&lt;/span&gt; (Google doesn't recognized this as a word)&lt;br /&gt;6) Camping alone&lt;br /&gt;7) Dark Side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With mostly positive results.  What should I try next?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Any other&lt;/span&gt; suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golf lessons&lt;br /&gt;A non-urban &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wheelhopper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kickball&lt;br /&gt;Scallops&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-2661476919898341232?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/2661476919898341232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=2661476919898341232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/2661476919898341232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/2661476919898341232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-things.html' title='New Things'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-5122909037871344637</id><published>2007-07-31T15:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T15:36:40.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Classy!</title><content type='html'>I heard a story the other night that just made me giggle. I can't go into specifics but it entails two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hashers&lt;/span&gt;, under a table a Famous, making out...Classy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That takes me back.  I use to hang out at Famous Pub when I was in grad school (though not under the tables).  A cavernous bar with lots of TVs, pool tables and Emory students, I always had fun there (though again never under the tables).  I was last there over a year ago, after a hash...nothing has changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Martha's getting her groove back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a cute and much younger man hit on me the other night.  I'm not interested but it was kind of nice.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't want to jinx anything but I do have a date tomorrow night and I'm looking forward to meeting him.  I met him on-line, he owns a house in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ViHi&lt;/span&gt;, works as an engineer with KC, studying for his MBA, he likes smart girls and is from the Midwest.  He's even heard of the hash and thinks it sounds like fun ('What's not to like, running and drinking')!  I am hoping to keep him away from there for a bit...but you never know. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like boys that grew up in the Midwest but had the smarts to leave there.  People may disagree but Midwesterners are some of the nicest, most down to earth folks you will ever meet.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We've spoke on the phone a few times, he seems to have a great sense of humor and is easy to talk to, we will be heading to an old favorite of mine, The Flatiron.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What he is looking for in a person:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone that smiles a lot is loyal and dependable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I can do that :)  Wish me luck.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maxed Out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since it was Monday night and there is nothing on TV I took the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to do some spring cleaning in the extra bedroom.  I watched the movie Maxed Out on the computer while tossing all the stuff I've accumulated over the past few years (is that ironic?).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Interesting movie but it didn't really tell me anything I didn't already know.  Americans spend more money than they make every year.  Some of the stories were heart-breaking, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;several&lt;/span&gt; cases of suicide after becoming overwhelmed with credit card debt, the national guard solider that had been on active duty for 23 months (making far less than his civilian job), and the low-income, fiscally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;unsophisticated&lt;/span&gt; victims of predatory &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lending&lt;/span&gt;.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have generally admire Suzy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Orme&lt;/span&gt;, much of her advice is again basic and a lot of common sense but I saw no real harm in what she had to say.  She is always telling you how important your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;FICO&lt;/span&gt; score is when planning your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;financial&lt;/span&gt; future.  I found out while watching the movie that she has a deal with the company that markets &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;FICO&lt;/span&gt; scores...&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/2871765255021114018-5122909037871344637?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/5122909037871344637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=5122909037871344637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/5122909037871344637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/5122909037871344637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/07/classy.html' title='Classy!'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-3603620670648562883</id><published>2007-07-30T08:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T16:15:46.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Penis has No Filter</title><content type='html'>Wise words from a very nice man...I have nothing more to say on the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to notice people treating me differently now that I'm single. People that I've never spoke with before are now going out of their way to talk to me. I'm not really sure why but I'm not complaining either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a weird day...my mood was ALL OVER THE PLACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out well enough, a short drive to Grant Park for a run with friends. Neither Paulie or I  where up for the 6+ mile trail &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BWANA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; laid out for us, so we did a shorter &amp; slower 5 mile trek to Little 5 Points and back. We watch the final part of the Tour &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; France, commented on skinny, little biker guys, ate some yummy bagels and drank a few beers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to make a quick pit stop back at the house so as to avoid a wardrobe malfunction on the Black Sheep trail that afternoon. Upon my arrival I saw the sight I was hoping to avoid. I busied myself by handing out t-shirts and had another beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, my buzz started to wear off just as the trail started going south. I had to go through a long, dark tunnel, nearly had a panic attack and exited the tunnel sobbing like a little girl. Circle wasn't much better, people thought I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pissy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because of trail but that was not the case. Thanks DC for literally giving me a shoulder to cry on. Thankfully, the on-after was drama free...I need to keep reminding myself I am surrounded by some really wonderful friends!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-3603620670648562883?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/3603620670648562883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=3603620670648562883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/3603620670648562883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/3603620670648562883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/07/penis-has-no-filter.html' title='The Penis has No Filter'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-1682092333726777572</id><published>2007-07-18T11:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T13:22:36.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dusty!</title><content type='html'>I hate dust and dust seems to be taking over my house. The question what can I do about it? I have two dogs, so the tumbleweed-like balls of dog hair floating across the living room are here to stay. But the DUST...it just never goes away. I have invested in air cleaners, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vacuums&lt;/span&gt; and assorted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;swiffer&lt;/span&gt;-type contraptions to control the dust and nothing is working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new plan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time Out for Some Time Off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can't keep the dust out of my house then maybe it is time for me to get rid of some of the things the dust settles on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to grab a big box, take the day off and just start chucking things into it, starting with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1) my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cds&lt;/span&gt;, I haven't listened to one of these since I signed up with Sirius.  Most are old and dusty, anyone need a Spice Girls &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt; to finish off their collection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2) my closet, I'm pretty good about this.  I go through my wardrobe every few months.  The problem right now is the pile from the last purge is still sitting in my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3) my books, I have LOTS of books, I love books, this will be a tough one.  I need to be cold and calculating on this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4) my photos, I'm not sure if I need to get rid of these just find a better way to organize them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another ending or a new beginning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;is&lt;strong&gt;/&lt;/strong&gt;was time to end things with Chris.  He is a very sweet guy and has always been good to me.  However, I want certain things out of life and I don't think he is the one that can give that to me.  We are so very different, values, lifestyles, goals, etc. that I just don't see how it could work.  There has been no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;official&lt;/span&gt; breakup, there was no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;official&lt;/span&gt; relationship.  I will talk to him soon but for now I need a little time alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/2871765255021114018-1682092333726777572?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/1682092333726777572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=1682092333726777572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/1682092333726777572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/1682092333726777572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/07/dusty.html' title='Dusty!'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-7549959831179537825</id><published>2007-07-16T18:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T18:27:53.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Men, can't live with them...</title><content type='html'>I know people say they are simple creatures, feed them and f*ck them and they are happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do they insist on 'helping out'???  They want to do the 'manly' chores around the house but they never do them.  So I'm stuck either 1) fixing it myself and not letting him 'be a man' or 2) waiting for him to fix it...whenever that might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now the grass in my yard is almost knee deep and my mower is still out back with a broken blade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off for a run...I need it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-7549959831179537825?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/7549959831179537825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=7549959831179537825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/7549959831179537825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/7549959831179537825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/07/men-cant-live-with-them.html' title='Men, can&apos;t live with them...'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-5531458001588797006</id><published>2007-07-07T13:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T11:03:37.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All Chicks, No DIcks</title><content type='html'>And one ugly something in between:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/atlantaboiler/806907207/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1273/806907207_bdd0feb07c.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="One Ugly Chick with a D!ck" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started off as any normal hash would, I picked up Tasty Pie and we headed up to the wilds of Cobb County.  On the drive there I received phone calls from three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hashers&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hasher&lt;/span&gt; #1 - I'm lost, I don't see a Kroger where the directions say it should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hasher&lt;/span&gt; #2 - I'm running late, as in I'm still at home in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PJs&lt;/span&gt;, where is the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hasher&lt;/span&gt; #3 - We are at the wrong Kroger, we are on our way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I was the one being contacted is beyond me, I wasn't setting trail, I wasn't involved in any of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;arrangements&lt;/span&gt;, I guess I'm just expected to know everything.  Though I do seem to be a clearing house of information most of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few phone calls to/from lost/misplace/missing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hashers&lt;/span&gt; and a visit from L&amp;F (please see picture above), the pack of 30 or so women was off.  It was a scenic trail, not to long, but boy  I couldn't wait to get to that pool ending for some food, beer and most importantly gossip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the day was spent chatting, floating in the pool and drinking a bevy or two.  Many started to leave to attend the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;PineLake&lt;/span&gt; Hash 1050, why leave, there is beer here, we already ran and we have a pool.  We where down to only the most serious of Chicks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We figured at this point we would make a beer run, grab some food and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;retrieve&lt;/span&gt; the last of the cars from the start.  Primer, 4 Inch, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Pumpt'kin&lt;/span&gt; and myself headed back.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Pumpt'kin&lt;/span&gt; was going to head home and the remaining three of us headed into Kroger to stock up on much needed provisions.  Upon our return to the parking lot, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Pumpt'kin&lt;/span&gt; was still sitting in her car and declared she was too drunk to drive home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primer, 4 Inch, Tasty Pie, Skin Flute, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Pumpt'kin&lt;/span&gt; and myself hung out well past the return on our hosts.  At around 7:30 most of us started to head back to town.  I got home, made some rice and fell asleep.  Rumor has it two of these hard core chicks participated in a pub crawl until about midnight, you go girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to our hosts/hares for such a great No Dick day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-5531458001588797006?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/5531458001588797006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=5531458001588797006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/5531458001588797006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/5531458001588797006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-chicks-no-dicks.html' title='All Chicks, No DIcks'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1273/806907207_bdd0feb07c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871765255021114018.post-4532553775910745889</id><published>2007-07-05T13:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T08:30:31.071-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PeachTree 10K</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Peachtree 10k&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned earlier that I run the Peachtree on July 4th. This was my first Peachtree (only my second 10K) I had a great time. For better or worse it seems that someone scheduled this race to coincide with the annual &lt;a href="http://atlantahash.com"&gt;AH4&lt;/a&gt; Peachtree Pub Crawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've participated in the Pub Crawl twice, it is never pretty. I was hoping that by running the race, I would be able to avoid a couple of hours of drinking and some how be able to function for the day. The plan almost worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After twisting my knee I felt I would not be able to run. Oh well, I just do what I can and get my t-shirt. After talking with a few friends we decided to meet up at the start of the pub crawl and run the race from there. I did pretty good, keeping up with some of the faster kids, even after a couple of beers at the start. Somewhere before the big hill, I had a wardrobe malfunction and had to pull out of the race for a bit while I tried, without flashing 10,000 people, to fix the bra strap that came undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was now on my own and less than motivated. I kept scanning for the beer stops, all but ready to give in to the call of &lt;a href="http://www.terrapinbeer.com"&gt;Terrapin&lt;/a&gt;. I came upon the last beer stop, manned by my friend Harold, there waiting with him where my other friends, Paul, Bill and Melissa. I stopped ready for a beer. Harold said I couldn't have one until my number was marked (i.e. I had picked up my tshirt) then out of the crowd emerged Frank (another hasher friend). Frank had about 4-5 beers at the start and we thought him lost to the pub crawl. Happy to see him and with renewed enthusiasm we headed off towards Piedmont Park and the much coveted Peachtree Tshirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished in non-record time, got out picture taken crossing the finish line and weaved our way through the crowd to pick up the shirt. We then ran back to the last beer stop (yes, Harold's) just has the pub crawl came strutting in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a few beers, had my heart crushed just a tad, and everyone started to head back to &lt;a href="http://www.blackbeartavern.net/"&gt;Black Bear Tavern &lt;/a&gt;for the on-in. I hung back a bit, not sure if I wanted to continue...the smell of sweaty hashers and beer won and Frank and I headed back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/atlantaboiler/728277560/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="Frank and me after the race" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1010/728277560_836c527654.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a few extra beer stops, sponsored by generous spectators. The rest of the day became a blur. It ending about 9 pm with me being driven home from The Glenwood and poured into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-4532553775910745889?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/4532553775910745889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=4532553775910745889' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/4532553775910745889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/4532553775910745889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/07/peachtree-10k.html' title='PeachTree 10K'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1010/728277560_836c527654_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871765255021114018.post-5496894756294176477</id><published>2007-07-03T10:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T13:36:31.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead in the Water</title><content type='html'>I have been at work for two hours today and I haven't done anything. It isn't that it is very unusual but this time it isn't my fault. About half of all users at work had their accounts deactivated last night, I was one of them. I have no email access and I can't get to any of my files. Somehow, I still have internet access, many others don't even have that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentalment, your tax dollars at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-5496894756294176477?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/5496894756294176477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=5496894756294176477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/5496894756294176477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/5496894756294176477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/07/dead-in-water.html' title='Dead in the Water'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-3843907019105317410</id><published>2007-06-22T14:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T07:46:05.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally catching my breath</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was quite a weekend. I was going non-stop from Friday afternoon to Monday night. I was so happy to come home on Tuesday, knowing I had nowhere to be and nothing to do besides reclaim my backyard from the hordes that invaded on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all the weekend was a success. Everyone seemed please with the parties, pub crawls, cook-outs and hashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about a crazy weekend was it gives me little time to dwell on my current set of issues. Mainly being super stressed out (work, vacation, love life) and very, very angry with a certain someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On more positive notes, I got a letter from the IRS yesterday...I overpaid my taxes this year! I should be expecting a check for $162 in the next 6 weeks. That is great news because lately I've been spending money like a sailor on shore leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A busy weekend is planned. Tonight I will attempt my first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Darkside&lt;/span&gt; Hash, for those not in the know, that means running 10 miles, in the woods, in dark. I'm only doing this because I have been assured there are at least two point where I can drop out and head to the end. I would love to say I did it but I'm also trying to be realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try (if I live) to go for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Oakhurst&lt;/span&gt; run Saturday morning and run some errands. I need a hair cut and a trip to Target is past due. I'm going to skip the hash tomorrow and head to my first baseball game in over a year at 3.  The bad news is that I will be heading out with my enabler &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BWANA&lt;/span&gt; (I still cringe when I think of that last hockey game) and I am to meet Chris later that evening. It might be a nice change if I actually show up for a date sober...but then again I think I find him more interesting that way. I shouldn't be so hard on him...he was really nice to me on Sunday, took care of me as I was about to collapse from exhaustion (and beer). I just keep thinking 'I can do better' but the facts seem to show that isn't true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is up in the air. I was sort of planning on doing a short bike ride with some folks from the neighborhood, there is also an Urban &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wheelhopper&lt;/span&gt; and a Black Sheep. Apparently, Darren is out of town so I shouldn't run into him regardless of where I go on Sunday. I guess the option of staying around the house and relaxing is always out there also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******Warning ********&lt;br /&gt;news of actual importance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never understood the stance our government has taken on NOT providing contraceptive aid to overseas groups that offer abortion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;support&lt;/span&gt; a women's right to choose or not, isn't this policy just cutting off the nose to spite the face? More access to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;contraception&lt;/span&gt; = less abortions...it isn't difficult for most to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The House recently voted to reverse this ban (good news), now it is up to the Senate. However, I hate to say even if it passes there...Mr. Logic himself, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;GW&lt;/span&gt;, will most likely veto it. Only 19 more months....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-3843907019105317410?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/3843907019105317410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=3843907019105317410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/3843907019105317410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/3843907019105317410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/06/finally-catching-my-breath.html' title='Finally catching my breath'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-8541678285587707503</id><published>2007-06-11T08:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T09:10:20.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Second chances?</title><content type='html'>Well I would say I'm one for two on this topic for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Second Chance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped by D's house on Saturday to drop of, what I hope, is the last of his stuff. We talked but nothing came of it. Honestly, I don't know if I want him back or I'm just scared of being 'old and alone'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second Second Chance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been seeing C for a couple of weeks now. I've been pretty hard on him...really not nice at all. I don't feel he is 'good enough' for me. No real job, no car, no money, no drive to do better...what does he have to offer me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we were to go out Saturday night, he did get his car fixed and we were going for a drive. I was in a pretty foul mood after spending 3 hours on trail and another hour stuck in traffic driving home from the hash. I was tired, my buzz was fading and I was hungry. After a shower and another beer I was slightly better. Chris show up, late the car wouldn't start, I was okay with it since I was running late myself. We grabbed a beer and headed to the back yard. I kind of just let it all out at that point, how stressed out I am, the need for a vacation, how I'm generally an uptight person that doesn't know how to relax. He told me he was an expert at relaxing and he would help me. Honestly, I couldn't think of a sweeter thing he could have said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we just hung out in the yard, drinking some beers and chatting. We slept in the next day (I NEVER do that), we got up for a bit, ate some breakfast, we sat on the couch and he rubbed my legs for an hour. I started to fall back asleep I was so relaxed. Then the fab idea of bloody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mary's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; struck me, even C was impressed by my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;brilliance&lt;/span&gt;, and we had a couple while watching some car race (he's a fan of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;formula&lt;/span&gt; one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe he does have something to offer, at least for the time being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-8541678285587707503?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/8541678285587707503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=8541678285587707503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/8541678285587707503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/8541678285587707503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/06/second-chances.html' title='Second chances?'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-8913733850170330327</id><published>2007-06-08T09:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T15:00:01.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Free stuff but was it worth it??</title><content type='html'>In an effort to clear my head and take my mind off my current obsession I headed out to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cabbagetown&lt;/span&gt; for the weekly run held in the neighborhood. I've only been one time before, it was a small crowd and I really didn't have anyone to run with (being I'm pretty slow). Last nights crowd was about 3 times larger than the last time. Plus, Nike was there doing a little promotion. They were loaning out shoes and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nanos&lt;/span&gt; to try. I've never been a big fan of Nike shoes but I was curious about this new technology. There is a hole in the shoes that you can place a transmitter into and it will sync up with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nano&lt;/span&gt;. This allows you to track your progress, it will update you on your time, distance and current pace. You can also download the information to the computer to log/track your workouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had a very bad run because of some very bad shoes. I didn't care for them at all. I don't feel that I have narrow feet (they are small but not narrow) but I was swimming in these shoes last night. YUCK. I also don't generally run with music, I either run with someone for conversation or I run alone for some personal reflection. I don't think they have a new customer yet. I did get a really nice, free t-shirt for my troubles (aka sore feet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an added &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; to the evening, Debbie and Cathy showed up for the run also. We had dinner together after the run at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Milltown&lt;/span&gt; Arms Tavern. I enjoyed some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;FireCracker&lt;/span&gt; Shrimp and tavern fries, it was pretty good but I ate too many fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C called last night, I guess the hash didn't scare him away. Good news he has a car now (his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Alfa&lt;/span&gt; had been in storage for 4 years and in the shop for the last week or so), I guess the next step will be getting a job.  Wooh hoo :(  I'm such a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been back on Match.com for about 2 months now and it has been a complete failure. I've tried reaching out, numerous times only to meet rejection at every turn. I'm thinking about trying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;eHarmony&lt;/span&gt; again...it was pretty much a failure last time also. I did fill out my profile and I've received several matches...until I pay I can't contact them back. I have noticed 2 things about many of my matches 1) they are OLD (over 45) and 2) they seem to have kids. I've fixed the age issue but it doesn't seem to be anyway to select out those with children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong I don't mind kids that much but I've never had good luck dating a man that has them. Maybe I'm too selfish but I've found that I will never, ever be as important as the kids (not that its a bad thing) I'm just tired of being in second place all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll worry about it next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-8913733850170330327?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/8913733850170330327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=8913733850170330327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/8913733850170330327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/8913733850170330327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/06/free-stuff-but-was-it-worth-it.html' title='Free stuff but was it worth it??'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-729993644421374598</id><published>2007-06-07T13:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T07:43:53.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is suppose to be good, Right?</title><content type='html'>Lots going on this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the Job Front&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got word that the Division Director is stepping down. This is the same Division Director that told me my contract was extended until August and was going to offer me a full-time position this summer. I'm nervous again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the Dating Front&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow...very slow. I took Chris to the hash prom on Saturday. I don't think he cared for it or my friends. That's okay, I don't really think there is anything between us, I'm just too scared to walk away myself and I just keep hoping he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, pretty much a waste land. On top of that I've been slowly losing my mind concerning D and our 'relationship'. I've just become obsessive the last few days, I want to know why did did all the things he did to me. I want to know to know WHY. It isn't healthy, I see that but I just can't seem to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the Fitness/Lifestyle Front&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sloppy with my diet in May. There were too many cook-outs and drinks with the girls. I kept running. I logged over a 100 miles for the month. So I could be in worse shape but now it is time to get back to eating right. So this weekend I will be heading to the store and stocking up on all sorts of 'good for me' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yummies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennis has started up again and I played my first match in 6 months on Tuesday. I say played but I'm not really sure what I was doing out there. I lost 2-6, 2-6. I'm pretty sore 1) my right arm from swinging the racket 2) the rest of my body from tripping over my own feet and running into the fence. I got up giggling much to the surprise of my opponent. I never claimed to be graceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also going to give rock wall climbing a try. More about this decision later in the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the Mental Health Front&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said earlier I'm having some issues dealing with a compulsion to know why. Well I have somewhat of an idea...I have abandonment issues and a paralyzing fear of being alone. Not alone as in siting around the house watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; alone...the dying alone and the dogs eating my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;corpse&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to try to do something alone...I'm starting to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hyperventilate&lt;/span&gt; just typing the words. I'm not sure what that will be yet (maybe the rock climbing). I don't even know where to start but I need to make a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try to RELAX on Sunday. Currently I have nothing to do and I'm fighting the urge to make plans with anyone. My plan is to stay at home, work in the garden/yard, getting it ready for next week and clean the house. K gave me a ton of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;terra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cotta&lt;/span&gt; pots so I might try to be creative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-729993644421374598?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/729993644421374598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=729993644421374598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/729993644421374598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/729993644421374598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/06/change-is-suppose-to-be-good-right.html' title='Change is suppose to be good, Right?'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-8332121445611829116</id><published>2007-06-06T09:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T09:32:38.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Breaking News...</title><content type='html'>and by late, it happened last week and I forgot to tell you about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Job Search Postponed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I last left you folks, I had just been laid off and had one more day of work to get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed to George's right after my meeting for a run, a drink and a little support from my friends. They were all surprised how well I was taking it...I can't really explain how I felt. Confused, relieved, anxious, angry...pretty much how I felt when D and I broke up but I'm Martha and I have to keep up appearance so I took it all in stride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew Thursday was going to be ugly. I knew my CDC boss had no idea this was coming. She had been telling me for weeks that things would be changing but my position would be secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at the office around 7, I couldn't sleep and I just wanted to get out of here ASAP. It was after 9am when Roseanne arrived and she went ballistic...everyone was running around, closed door meeting, raised voices in the halls...I kept my head down, packed my stuff and tried to wrap up a few projects. Around 11:30 the division director came to my desk, told me to stop packing, my contract had been extended until August and she was hoping to offer me a full-time gov job by July. Honestly, I was looking forward to a couple of weeks off...not that I had a thing to do but I'm pretty burnt out with everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-8332121445611829116?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/8332121445611829116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=8332121445611829116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/8332121445611829116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/8332121445611829116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/06/late-breaking-news.html' title='Late Breaking News...'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-8783057428156808670</id><published>2007-05-31T07:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:13:17.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Time</title><content type='html'>Well not really. I found out yesterday at 3:30pm that today is my last day at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if my boss at CDC knows this yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is not going to be a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not to0 worried, I have 4 weeks of pay and benefits coming to me and I'm in pretty good shape financially. Sure I'll cut back (the new TV I was eyeing can wait) until something new comes along but no drastic lifestyle changes are needed just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update later on how the day is going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-8783057428156808670?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/8783057428156808670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=8783057428156808670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/8783057428156808670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/8783057428156808670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/05/vacation-time.html' title='Vacation Time'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-519674460714047247</id><published>2007-05-30T09:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T10:26:36.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Weekend 2007</title><content type='html'>I don't think I celebrated the weekend in the spirit of the holiday but here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starting the Weekend off Right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left work early on Friday, I'm pretty burnt out, I need a vacation but that's a story for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the office at noon, I had a few errands to run and I thought I would treat myself to lunch in the village. I stopped off at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Edgewood&lt;/span&gt; to pick up a few more pieces of summer clothing for the weekend. Ross must have 'skinny mirrors' installed. I always look great when I try on clothes there, it never looks as good in the mirror at home (maybe the mirror at home is a fat mirror?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then had the brilliant idea of taking the boys with me for lunch. It was a beautiful summer day and sitting on the patio with the boys, having a beer and reading my much ignored book sounded like a great way to relax...I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I had to pack a bag for the boys, water, a bowl, poop bags, a few treats. I then had to get them both in the car, there was no way we would have made it walking. It must have taken me 15 minutes to walk them from where I parked the car to the patio at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FlatIron&lt;/span&gt;. I finally made it, got the boys settled in and ordered a beer (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hoegarrden&lt;/span&gt;, yum) and a Gyro (not very good).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs are social lube, they give people an excuse to talk to you.  Who could say no to these guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/atlantaboiler/472694608/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="Toby and Ruben" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/472694608_d1f815078d.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a stop at the Park Pet for some dog food we headed home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did go for a run that evening, good thing it was some of the only exercise I got that weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hass&lt;/span&gt; Bar with C., nothing more to say but I think that is over.  I haven't returned the last phone call.  He's a nice guy I guess...but we have so little in common and he really isn't what I'm looking for in a man.  Its time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go for my Saturday morning run, again.  Oh well.  D came by in the morning to pick up some of his stuff...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;christ&lt;/span&gt; what a mess.  I don't even want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I considered going to Pine Lake this weekend to hash but instead my friend came over for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; play date and Betsy Beers in the back yard.  She left sometime around 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;???  She called later about a picnic in the park but I was asleep on the couch where I stayed for the rest of the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wasted day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling sorry for and disgusted with myself I figured I needed to do SOMETHING on Sunday.  The thought of slogging through the swamps of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Newnan&lt;/span&gt;, having to drive home and the possibility of seeing D just wasn't doing it for me.  I thought I would give &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Wheelhopper&lt;/span&gt; a shot.  It was only about 3 miles from my house and D had said he wouldn't be there (he lied). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all it was a good time.  I was off road more than I had ever been, it was exciting and scary at the same time.  Riding on RR tracks isn't much fun, I became acutely aware of the fat on my arms but I only fell off the bike once.  I did bounce off the seat once and sort of hit my seat on my seat....it isn't a big bruise :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Wheelhopper&lt;/span&gt; is a different crowd but Brian and Trish were there along with a few others I know pretty well.  I convinced several people to head over to La &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Castia&lt;/span&gt; for dinner and again a good time was had by all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some yard work and ran to the store for provisions to take to Jill's house for a cookout with the girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate too much food, we played croquette, we drank beer and we gossiped.  Pretty standard MO when we get together.  Thanks Jill, Karen, Karyn, Erin, Melissa, Cathy &amp; Betsy for sharing the day with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen and I headed over to Tucker for the end of the moonlight hash where I ate and drank even more.  I was glad I went, I got to see some people that I haven't seen since I stopped going to Black Sheep.  I finally made it home around 10 and poured my drunk ass into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-519674460714047247?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/519674460714047247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=519674460714047247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/519674460714047247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/519674460714047247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/05/memorial-day-weekend-2007.html' title='Memorial Day Weekend 2007'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/191/472694608_d1f815078d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2871765255021114018.post-584323440593340387</id><published>2007-05-30T08:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T08:30:39.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Loser?</title><content type='html'>I've come to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;realization&lt;/span&gt; that :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I have a knack for picking losers and&lt;br /&gt;2) right now I can't even do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note I'm not ready to call myself a loser just yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-584323440593340387?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/584323440593340387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=584323440593340387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/584323440593340387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/584323440593340387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/05/loser.html' title='Loser?'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-3568983009557330905</id><published>2007-05-21T09:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T07:40:56.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Purple Haze Overcame Me this Weekend</title><content type='html'>Another 'Action Packed Weekend' making me wish for just one more day off to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days of drinking and over 18 miles of running are almost too much for this old girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no plans for Friday night. In an attempt to keep my mind off my 'problems' I headed out for an 8 miles run. I figured the hour and a half it would take me to run it, plus the level of exhaustion I would be feeling when it was over would be enough to send me to bed early without much time or energy to worry about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost half way into my run, Kay (aka Tasty Pie) and Sam pass me in their car. As I was only a few doors down from their home, I stopped by for a quick chat and a glass of water. I'm not sure who smelled worse, sweaty old me or little Sam's dirty diaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I FINALLY arrived back home I had a message from one of the boys I met on Tuesday. We met up for a drink and some conversation. He seems like an interesting guy, has traveled a ton and just returned from like a 4 year trip, his father is a profession French chef, he grew up in LA (Santa Monica High), speaks French...etc. On the flip side, he has no job, no car, no education and is crashing with a friend.  I don't see this going anywhere. It is just nice to be asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept in on Saturday, not something I normally do...I think it was almost 9 am before I got out of bed. It felt good. The down side was I missed (again) my Saturday morning run in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oakhurst&lt;/span&gt;. I spent the rest of the morning with a few household chores and running around, shopping for the Hash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Purple People Everywhere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday's hash was a special day...Pushover 50&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday Hash. The birthday girl requested everyone dress in purple, she even supplied purple head scarfs for all the guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50+ purple clad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hasher&lt;/span&gt;, old-timers, virgin and everyone in between descended on Candler Park around 1:30. After a few attempts at a group photo, organizing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hashers&lt;/span&gt; is like trying to heard cats, we were off on a 5.5 miles run through in-town &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ATL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't bore you with details of the trail it was a lot of road and the ass end of Atlanta. The looks that we normally get from bystanders are usually worth the effort of the trail. When there are 50 people, in purple, running through the streets it is priceless. After about 75 minutes I arrived at the end, a private yard on the corner of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Oakdale&lt;/span&gt; and North. We weren't hard to miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circle was a fluster cluck, everyone had something to say and several of the old-timers kept trying to take over. A surprise for the Birthday Girl was 'disrupted and mistimed' but she was still excited when her family walked into the middle of circle. It was great (pics to be posted later, thanks Kay for manning the camera while I was trying to run circle).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful day, people hung out until around 7 drinking and reminiscing...I headed over to the Brew House for dinner but no one else showed so I just headed home for a shower and a bite to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Czarina of the SAC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning I headed over to our bi-weekly 9 am Sunday Run. This weekend Cathy (aka 4 inch hole) was hosting. It was a small group this weekend...Little Willy showed up so I had someone to run with, my legs felt like lead and I wasn't going anywhere fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally made it back to Cathy's, ready to enjoy some breakfast and beverages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I got a new nickname this weekend. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bwana&lt;/span&gt; stated calling me the Czarina of the Sunday Alcoholics Club...I kind of like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys all sat inside watching sports (golf I think) when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bwana&lt;/span&gt; picked up a golf club and started talking about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;GW&lt;/span&gt; I headed for the outdoors. Cathy, Debbie and I just had some girl chat and enjoyed the beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stuck around with Cathy chatting until we finishing off the Champagne. She offered to open another bottle, which normally I would jump out, but I was a good friend and left to give her plenty of time to get ready for her date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a stop at the local Ace Hardware it was back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Casa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Martha and time to mow the grass and do a little more yard work. By now my buzz had worn off and it was time for a shower, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;PJs&lt;/span&gt; and the couch all by 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as Doctor Who was ending (yes I'm a geek) my phone rang and it was Alex...I'm always a bit perplexed by calls from him...anyway He and Bean where at The Earl having a beer and wanted me to come on up. My first instinct was to say no...but I need to change that. I need to say yes to things more often and get out. So I threw on some shorts and dried my hair. I was still back home before 10. It was an interesting evening and I got to have nachos, so it worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Day Off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope not from work, from running. I'm going to pick Jill up from the Airport after work and we are going to grab a bite to eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-3568983009557330905?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/3568983009557330905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=3568983009557330905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/3568983009557330905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/3568983009557330905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/05/purple-haze-overcame-me-this-weekend.html' title='A Purple Haze Overcame Me this Weekend'/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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-2871765255021114018.post-7480008513625854792</id><published>2007-05-11T15:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T07:39:37.902-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Why do I even try?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may know, I've lost a little weight in the last couple of months. That is great news, I feel better, I look better and my clothes fit better. I've even been confident enough to buy a new pair of jeans. Not regular jeans but 'fancy jeans'. Shopping for jeans has never really been something I care to do, I'm short and have no waist. Trying on jeans is right up there with bathing suit shopping and getting my teeth cleaned. During the last 10 years I've pretty much worn Eddie Bauer jeans, I know what size I need, I can order them on-line, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago I found a pair of jeans &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embroidered&lt;/span&gt; and bedazzled, they where short &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; and look pretty good. I was very excited. Now here is my problem...Every time I glance downward, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sparkly&lt;/span&gt; stuff catches my eye and I think I've spilled something on my self, because that is what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;East Atlanta Beer Festival&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; annual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;EABF&lt;/span&gt; is tomorrow and I will be volunteering for my 3rd year in a row. It's going to be a little strange this year. D and I have been going/volunteering together the past 2 years. We will still both be there, just not together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had a bad time at the festival, my friend Stacy will be there and I'm sure I'll see plenty of people I know. Plus free beer all afternoon. It's going to be fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to take some pictures since I'm sure I won't remember much any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy met me at my house last night and we took a stroll up to the Village for volunteer orientation, swung by the farmer's market and walked back home. It was a beautiful evening and great company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Stacy for keeping me company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be making the same walk up to the Village tomorrow, though I have no idea how I will drag my drunk ass home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Running&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try to run more with other people. I made it to George's this week on Wednesday. It was never a priority for me to go, I didn't think I could keep up with anyone there, I had a bit of a scare on Wednesday when the only other runners there were from the A group. I was asked if I was 'running with the big boys' that night...luckily Little Willy saved me just in the nick of time...we had a nice chat and a good 5 mile run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be my second run with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Oakhurst&lt;/span&gt; Running Club. It is a good idea to get a little workout in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; I spend the rest of the day in a drunken stupor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say I will write more this weekend but I honestly don't see that happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kinky Boots&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan for tonight is to leave work at 4, go for a run, then finally watch the movie Kinky Boots. I've been wanting to see the moving forever and I finally remembered to place it in my Netflix que.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2871765255021114018-7480008513625854792?l=marthas-house.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/feeds/7480008513625854792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2871765255021114018&amp;postID=7480008513625854792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/7480008513625854792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2871765255021114018/posts/default/7480008513625854792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marthas-house.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-do-i-even-try-as-you-may-know-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Martha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16014009672296075983</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></feed>
