<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22196339</id><updated>2009-07-10T13:08:21.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Martini</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>pissed off patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854364015577541981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>916</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22196339.post-7053907950948279601</id><published>2009-07-10T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T02:30:39.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Favors for a Feline and Others</title><content type='html'>Fred the Cat is in a snit and taking the week off.  So since I have to fill in for him and do him a favor, I thought perhaps we could all do Sarah Palin a favor too.  We know she will soon be writing her book so perhaps we could suggest titles for that book.  Have at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a safe and happy weekend&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Fred the Cat said to tell you that he loves you guys (even when he’s in a snit)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22196339-7053907950948279601?l=morning-martini.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/feeds/7053907950948279601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22196339&amp;postID=7053907950948279601&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/7053907950948279601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/7053907950948279601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/2009/07/friday-favors-for-feline-and-others.html' title='Friday Favors for a Feline and Others'/><author><name>pissed off patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854364015577541981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03706339908373772492'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22196339.post-201877263039152920</id><published>2009-07-09T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T01:30:19.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Stupid is No Longer Cool</title><content type='html'>There was a poll released yesterday that showed that seventy some percent of that little puddle of what remains of the Republican party still supports Palin.  Well of course they do.  Mika, of “Morning Joe” says that these Palin supporters are “real Americans”.  I don’t know what that makes you and I, but I do know that Palin has some of the same traits that bush exhibited and they, “real Americans” crave that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During bush’s time in office he played to the folksy down home, let’s face it, the less than intelligent cretin.  He made being less than intelligent cool.  Who wanted to be an “elite” educated American when you had proof that a man who was not curious about anything, often couldn’t form sentences and struggled with the English language daily, could rise to be President?  He was an example of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have a President who is just the opposite of bush in his manner, speech and  approach to problems.  Damn it, he’s all educated and smart and all.  So the right wingers are pissed.  They feel they are no longer represented in the Oval Office.  Where’s the ignorance that they can identify with?  Where is the person who speaks as they do?  Where’s the guy who gives them permission to be less than educated and makes it cool?  Where’s Palin?  She could easily speak for them again, even if no one had a clue to what she was talking about.  She could change everything back to the way it was for eight years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed for them, the real American,  because today being stupid is back to what it used to be, being stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22196339-201877263039152920?l=morning-martini.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/feeds/201877263039152920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22196339&amp;postID=201877263039152920&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/201877263039152920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/201877263039152920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/2009/07/being-stupid-is-no-longer-cool.html' title='Being Stupid is No Longer Cool'/><author><name>pissed off patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854364015577541981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03706339908373772492'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22196339.post-4344721412020966362</id><published>2009-07-08T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T01:33:19.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Department of Law?</title><content type='html'>Because she is the goof that keeps on giving, I give you this from &lt;a href=" http://abcnews.go.com/Politics/story?id=8016906&amp;page=1"&gt;ABC News.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But as for whether another pursuit of national office, as she did less than a year ago when she joined Sen. John McCain, R-Ariz., in the race for the White House, would result in the same political blood sport, Palin said there is a difference between the White House and what she has experienced in Alaska. If she were in the White House, she said, the "department of law" would protect her from baseless ethical allegations. &lt;br /&gt;"I think on a national level, your department of law there in the White House would look at some of the things that we've been charged with and automatically throw them out," she said. &lt;br /&gt;There is no "Department of Law" at the White House.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22196339-4344721412020966362?l=morning-martini.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/feeds/4344721412020966362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22196339&amp;postID=4344721412020966362&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/4344721412020966362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/4344721412020966362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/2009/07/department-of-law.html' title='Department of Law?'/><author><name>pissed off patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854364015577541981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03706339908373772492'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22196339.post-8257726262427646689</id><published>2009-07-07T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T01:38:56.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe Palin quit because</title><content type='html'>I guess she quit because she had done everything a governor can do in one term and felt that staying on for the rest of the term would just be a waste of her time and Alaskans’ time and money.  She just got all her governor work done early and she going home early, that’s all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22196339-8257726262427646689?l=morning-martini.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/feeds/8257726262427646689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22196339&amp;postID=8257726262427646689&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/8257726262427646689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/8257726262427646689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/2009/07/maybe-palin-quit-because.html' title='Maybe Palin quit because'/><author><name>pissed off patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854364015577541981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03706339908373772492'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22196339.post-5767985782843448171</id><published>2009-07-06T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T01:33:05.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I learned from Palin’s Speech</title><content type='html'>Here’s what I learned from Sarah Palin’s speech this past Friday.  Lame ducks and dead fish are quitters and oh, so is she.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22196339-5767985782843448171?l=morning-martini.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/feeds/5767985782843448171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22196339&amp;postID=5767985782843448171&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/5767985782843448171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/5767985782843448171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-i-learned-from-palins-speech.html' title='What I learned from Palin’s Speech'/><author><name>pissed off patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854364015577541981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03706339908373772492'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22196339.post-5486950815494331228</id><published>2009-07-03T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T02:02:14.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eavesdropping at the Pop household</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9t8UP9r3rk/Sk3I9R41aFI/AAAAAAAAAjA/JS2Ok7_ZBPk/s1600-h/IMG_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9t8UP9r3rk/Sk3I9R41aFI/AAAAAAAAAjA/JS2Ok7_ZBPk/s400/IMG_0139.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354156487112747090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s some quotes I heard around here this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I hear one more news cast about Michael Jackson, I’ll scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Joe Scarborough have a job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone really care what Pat Buchanan thinks about anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell cares what Dick Cheney has to say about anything unless he confesses to being a war criminal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Governor Sanford should just shut the duck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it Happy Hour yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred, I’m fixing your food right now, please hush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred, don’t be an idiot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it Friday yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred, how can you act so sweet yet sometimes be so mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the quote I heard most often Wednesday:  Oh Martini, not again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend and don’t mix things that blow up with alcohol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Fred the Cat  (the cat who loves you guys)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22196339-5486950815494331228?l=morning-martini.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/feeds/5486950815494331228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22196339&amp;postID=5486950815494331228&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/5486950815494331228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/5486950815494331228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/2009/07/eavesdropping-at-pop-household.html' title='Eavesdropping at the Pop household'/><author><name>pissed off patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854364015577541981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03706339908373772492'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9t8UP9r3rk/Sk3I9R41aFI/AAAAAAAAAjA/JS2Ok7_ZBPk/s72-c/IMG_0139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22196339.post-976141668731129282</id><published>2009-07-02T01:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T01:24:37.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A real day from hell</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the second part of our electrical repairs.  This time the electric was off for five hours and it was hot outside, so opening windows would have just made it hotter.   While the electric was off  Martini got an upset stomach and was having lots of accidents.  So in this hot house for five hours I was  running around cleaning up little doggie accidents.  You gotta be a deeply loving mistress to deal with that heat and that, how shall I say this, that smell of poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all the confusion of people going in and out just messed up Martini’s little stomach and  routine.  Plus, I’m sure the heat didn’t help him either.  He seems fine this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya think I enjoyed Happy Hour here at  the Pop home last night?  Oh yeah, I sure did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22196339-976141668731129282?l=morning-martini.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/feeds/976141668731129282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22196339&amp;postID=976141668731129282&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/976141668731129282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/976141668731129282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/2009/07/real-day-from-hell.html' title='A real day from hell'/><author><name>pissed off patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854364015577541981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03706339908373772492'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22196339.post-3517619230513710588</id><published>2009-07-01T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T01:39:18.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Your Kitchen “Outdated”?</title><content type='html'>The other weekend I was watching some TV show about a couple preparing to sell their home.  They had a professional come in to tell them what they needed to do to make their home sell.  When the pro walked into their kitchen he said, Oh these appliances are so outdated.  You need to replace them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just started laughing.  When I was growing up the only reason you replaced appliances was when they broke down and could no longer be repaired.  I don’t remember ever noticing that someone’s appliances didn’t match or looked out of date.  If it worked who cared if it had a twin refrigerator or stove?  Oh, how things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I guess you are supposed to dress your kitchen in matching up-to-date pieces.  Not that many years ago my neighbor gave her clothes dryer, that wasn’t even a year old, to another neighbor because she was getting a new washer and she had bought a new matching dryer.  She actually said, “They have to match to make the laundry room look right”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just imagine if someone had told my mother or my grandmother that their kitchens were outdated.  I think they would have laughed just like I did while I was watching that TV show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22196339-3517619230513710588?l=morning-martini.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/feeds/3517619230513710588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22196339&amp;postID=3517619230513710588&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/3517619230513710588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/3517619230513710588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-your-kitchen-outdated.html' title='Is Your Kitchen “Outdated”?'/><author><name>pissed off patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854364015577541981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03706339908373772492'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22196339.post-3898133671036417391</id><published>2009-06-30T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T02:09:01.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank Goodness!</title><content type='html'>Watching as even more houses in my town become empty while others remain empty is just getting sadder and sadder.  I don’t know how many times a week I say to myself, thank goodness we didn’t get caught up in some of the slimy deals banks and mortgage companies were doing.  Also, thank goodness we didn’t get into deep credit card debt.  Not every decision we have made along the way was the right one, but these sure were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are managing to survive without a big screen TV, without granite countertops in our kitchen and without matching stainless steel appliances too.  Whew, how did we do it when everyone knows these are all “must haves?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22196339-3898133671036417391?l=morning-martini.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/feeds/3898133671036417391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22196339&amp;postID=3898133671036417391&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/3898133671036417391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/3898133671036417391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-goodness.html' title='Thank Goodness!'/><author><name>pissed off patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854364015577541981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03706339908373772492'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22196339.post-9012775260286591003</id><published>2009-06-29T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T01:37:11.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Michael Jackson Story</title><content type='html'>I tried to make my first marriage last and I tried for almost ten years.  I thought maybe he would realize he couldn’t handle alcohol.  I thought maybe he would stop being so amazingly controlling.  I thought maybe one day he would break away from his doting mother…at least as much as most people do.  I thought one day he would stop criticizing the things about me that I had no control over.  I thought one day he would see me as his equal.  Yes, I know I should have known better, and those thoughts never came to pass.  I told him I wanted a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he really did love me in his own sort of way, but there were many hurdles he couldn’t or refused to cross.  When I brought up the subject of divorce at first he was stoic but weeks later he was hurt and it showed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I saw him was the day I took him to the airport as he left to pursue a job in the northeast.  This has also played a part in the timing of our going our separate ways.  I didn’t want to move back up there and continue life the way it was and had been for ten years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was driving back home from the airport after telling him good-bye for a final time and remembering the tears welling in his eyes as I left him at the airport, the radio in the car was on and the song &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qF0o-W5uu8o"&gt;“She’s out of my Life”&lt;/a&gt; by Michael Jackson began to play.  I began to cry so hard I could barely see.  Many of the words of that song could have been written at that very moment by the man who I had just left at that airport and I knew it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22196339-9012775260286591003?l=morning-martini.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/feeds/9012775260286591003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22196339&amp;postID=9012775260286591003&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/9012775260286591003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/9012775260286591003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-michael-jackson-story.html' title='My Michael Jackson Story'/><author><name>pissed off patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854364015577541981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03706339908373772492'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22196339.post-2173578257168382498</id><published>2009-06-26T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T01:41:11.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Good Things and One Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9t8UP9r3rk/SkSJcmOXCJI/AAAAAAAAAi4/jdsVKKCevzs/s1600-h/IMG_0486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9t8UP9r3rk/SkSJcmOXCJI/AAAAAAAAAi4/jdsVKKCevzs/s400/IMG_0486.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351553381613111442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the big electrical hell day that Pop had been dreading.  The great news is the power only had to be off for two hours and the temperature in the house only rose five degrees.  Talk about things that make a human smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also a kinda special day for Mr. Pop.  This past Christmas he read “Team of Rivals”  by Doris Kearns Goodman.  He was so impressed with the book that he sent Ms Goodman a letter telling her how much he enjoyed her book.  Yesterday he received a hand written note from her with an apology for not writing back sooner, seems she has been doing a lot of traveling.  This made both Mr. Pop and Pop smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little things and special things really do mean a lot to animals and humans alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend and remember to enjoy the little things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Fred the Cat  (the cat that loves you guys)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22196339-2173578257168382498?l=morning-martini.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/feeds/2173578257168382498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22196339&amp;postID=2173578257168382498&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/2173578257168382498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/2173578257168382498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/2009/06/two-good-things-and-one-day.html' title='Two Good Things and One Day'/><author><name>pissed off patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854364015577541981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03706339908373772492'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9t8UP9r3rk/SkSJcmOXCJI/AAAAAAAAAi4/jdsVKKCevzs/s72-c/IMG_0486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22196339.post-563184476492463369</id><published>2009-06-25T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T02:12:40.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to the people of South Carolina</title><content type='html'>Once you folks get your hands on your (Where’s Waldo?) governor Sanford, you might want to think about putting some sort of tracking device on him so you don’t lose him again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize “Argentina” and “Appalachia” both begin with an “A”, but most people don’t get them confused.  Just thought I would mention that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and from what we heard from him yesterday, you might want to neuter him also.  That seems to calm dogs down and keep them close to home so it might work for governors too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22196339-563184476492463369?l=morning-martini.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/feeds/563184476492463369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22196339&amp;postID=563184476492463369&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/563184476492463369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/563184476492463369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/2009/06/note-to-people-of-south-carolina.html' title='Note to the people of South Carolina'/><author><name>pissed off patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854364015577541981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03706339908373772492'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22196339.post-1293090472435405937</id><published>2009-06-24T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:27:35.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quick follow up to yesterday’s post.</title><content type='html'>Regarding clothes and clotheslines.  I got my first clothes dryer only ten years ago.  Until then I always hung everything on the clothesline to dry.  There were times when it was so nice to see the sheets and towels on the line and blowing in the breeze.  Then there were the times when I raced Mother Nature to get the dry clothes off the line before the rain arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we moved to this house the area had changed and they had a restriction against hanging clothes on a clothesline.  Code Enforcement people were hot on the trail of anyone trying to smuggle in a clothesline and clothespins.  Okay, they wouldn’t shoot you or anything but you could be fined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past ten years have been a whole new world for me.  I didn’t have to check the radar every five minutes if there were rain showers in the area.  I didn’t have to haul heavy baskets of wet clothes out to the back yard.  I didn’t have to cringe when the robins migrated through and consumed mass quantities of red Brazilian Pepper berries.  It was, I must say, rather nice.  And yes, there were times over those past ten years when I did feel like Miss Fancy Pants because I had caught up with the modern laundry world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and guess what?  The electrician called last night and the parts he ordered didn’t come in, so now it will be Thursday or Friday before I experience my day in hell.  It’s kind of like hearing from the governor that your execution will be delayed for a day or so.  It feels good at the moment, but it doesn’t mean much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22196339-1293090472435405937?l=morning-martini.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/feeds/1293090472435405937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22196339&amp;postID=1293090472435405937&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/1293090472435405937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/1293090472435405937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-quick-follow-up-to-yesterdays-post.html' title='Just a quick follow up to yesterday’s post.'/><author><name>pissed off patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854364015577541981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03706339908373772492'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22196339.post-5133800357579568541</id><published>2009-06-23T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T01:26:31.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It really is always something</title><content type='html'>Last Tuesday night we smelled a strange odor in the laundry room.  It smelled like plastic melting and it also smelled like hot electricity.  It seemed to be coming from our  electric circuit breaker  box.  Both Mr. Pop and I are very respectful of electricity.  We phoned an electrician and he came out the next day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he opened the box he found parts of it had gotten so hot they had melted other parts.  Aren’t you impressed so far with my use of professional wordage regarding our problem?  So bottom line, lots of things needed to be replaced and some would have to be ordered.  The electrician gave me a choice, I could either be without AC for a week or be without my clothes dryer for a week.  Since it’s in the 90s here  every day now, I opted for door number two, can the dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it’s been close to a week and since I have no clothes line outside, the dirty clothes are stacking up.  I could wash them all and go to a public laundry to dry them, but god I hate doing that.  Plus we aren’t running short of clothes, so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The electrician called yesterday and he’s hoping to get all the work done on Wednesday.  The bad news is that all of our electric will be shut off for at least four hours.  I know I sound like a spoiled child but damn, no tv, no computer, no AC, no electrical anything for four hours on a hot as  hell day?  It sounds like tinges of hell to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, as they say, It’s always something, but does it always have to be this kind of something?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22196339-5133800357579568541?l=morning-martini.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/feeds/5133800357579568541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22196339&amp;postID=5133800357579568541&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/5133800357579568541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/5133800357579568541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-really-is-always-something.html' title='It really is always something'/><author><name>pissed off patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854364015577541981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03706339908373772492'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22196339.post-4100735800163847682</id><published>2009-06-22T01:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T01:31:50.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick thoughts on Iran</title><content type='html'>I don’t know about you guys, but I’m getting pretty tired of the Republicans and even some Democrats mouthing off about what President Obama should do regarding the situation in Iran.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our recent track record of sticking our noses into other countries’ business, I think the best thing we can do right now is be respectful of the Iranians and also try to get our own country back in some sort of reasonable shape.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, seems to me those howling loudest for the President to take a firmer stand regarding Iran are the same ones who were so excited to invade Iraq.  How did that work out for everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until our country can figure how to give every American good healthcare,  maybe we should just keep our noses at home and keep them to the healthcare grindstone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22196339-4100735800163847682?l=morning-martini.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/feeds/4100735800163847682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22196339&amp;postID=4100735800163847682&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/4100735800163847682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/4100735800163847682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/2009/06/quick-thoughts-on-iran.html' title='Quick thoughts on Iran'/><author><name>pissed off patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854364015577541981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03706339908373772492'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22196339.post-8211593306581205232</id><published>2009-06-19T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T02:00:26.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical Summer Afternoon at the Pop home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9t8UP9r3rk/SjtTjBqFDyI/AAAAAAAAAiw/jFBUVcM0Xvo/s1600-h/IMG_2321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9t8UP9r3rk/SjtTjBqFDyI/AAAAAAAAAiw/jFBUVcM0Xvo/s400/IMG_2321.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348960843638050594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather radio warns of afternoon thunderstorms for our county.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop-  Fred, come inside from the patio so you won’t get wet and frightened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred the Cat-  Grrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop-  Come on Fred, come inside now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred the Cat-  Grrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop-  Fred, either come in or I’m coming to get you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred the Cat (now under the patio table):  Grrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop-  Okay big guy, you asked for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred the Cat (still under the patio table)-  Grrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop-  Okay you jerk, if you haven’t sense enough to look after yourself, I guess I’ll have to do it for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred the Cat-  Grrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop (now also under the patio table on her hands and knees picking up Fred the Cat )-  Fred, why must we go through this every day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred the Cat (now being carried inside in Pop’s arms)-  Purrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend and stay out of thunderstorms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, &lt;br /&gt;Fred the Cat  (the cat who loves you guys!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22196339-8211593306581205232?l=morning-martini.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/feeds/8211593306581205232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22196339&amp;postID=8211593306581205232&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/8211593306581205232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/8211593306581205232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/2009/06/typical-summer-afternoon-at-pop-home_19.html' title='Typical Summer Afternoon at the Pop home'/><author><name>pissed off patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854364015577541981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03706339908373772492'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9t8UP9r3rk/SjtTjBqFDyI/AAAAAAAAAiw/jFBUVcM0Xvo/s72-c/IMG_2321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22196339.post-8368915424127501572</id><published>2009-06-18T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T02:15:52.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fox Cable News Whines</title><content type='html'>After Fox Cable News has  lifted it’s leg and dampened the President’s every move since January 4, 2009, they now whine because he won’t come on one of their shows or kiss their asses as they had become accustomed for the past eight years with the last administration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tough stuff Fox, maybe the President thinks your cable news channel is as irrelevant as I do.  To acknowledge you as an actual news channel would be an insult to the rest of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22196339-8368915424127501572?l=morning-martini.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/feeds/8368915424127501572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22196339&amp;postID=8368915424127501572&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/8368915424127501572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/8368915424127501572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/2009/06/fox-cable-news-whines.html' title='Fox Cable News Whines'/><author><name>pissed off patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854364015577541981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03706339908373772492'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22196339.post-1247667824601246582</id><published>2009-06-17T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T02:06:03.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Could she please shut the hell up?</title><content type='html'>If I never hear another word by Sarah Palin or another word about her family, I will be a happy person.  That woman represents everything bad ever said about women.  Jeez, can’t she please just shut the hell up, tend to her work and family and leave the airwaves alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad we can’t sue John McCain for ever shining the spotlight on her in the first place.  The thoughts of McCain and that woman in the white house deprived a lot of us a lot of sleep before November 4, 2008.  Could that be considered damages?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22196339-1247667824601246582?l=morning-martini.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/feeds/1247667824601246582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22196339&amp;postID=1247667824601246582&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/1247667824601246582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/1247667824601246582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/2009/06/could-she-please-shut-hell-up.html' title='Could she please shut the hell up?'/><author><name>pissed off patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854364015577541981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03706339908373772492'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22196339.post-1436617820528276503</id><published>2009-06-16T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T01:49:38.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They aren’t stupid</title><content type='html'>Let’s say you are one of the innocent people who have been detained at Gitmo for the past five or six years as a “terrorist”.  Let’s also say that you are one of the fortunate ones who will be brought to America to face trial.  As a result your name and photo are plastered over every newspaper and television channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have your trial and are found innocent of all charges.  Now what do you do?  Do you stay in this country where probably half the population still sees you as a “terrorist”?  Do you stay in this country where every mental case seems to have a gun?  I doubt you would want to spend even one minute on the streets of the US.  I’m guessing you would want to get out of here just as quickly as possible and go to almost any other country but this one.  I know if I were in that situation, I wouldn’t want to hang around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt very seriously that anyone needs to concern themselves about a “terrorist” released from Gitmo spending anytime wondering the streets of their neighborhoods.  These detainees are not stupid, but many Americans are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22196339-1436617820528276503?l=morning-martini.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/feeds/1436617820528276503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22196339&amp;postID=1436617820528276503&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/1436617820528276503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/1436617820528276503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/2009/06/they-arent-stupid.html' title='They aren’t stupid'/><author><name>pissed off patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854364015577541981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03706339908373772492'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22196339.post-7037611228111103228</id><published>2009-06-15T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:28:17.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Frog Sitting on the Toilet</title><content type='html'>Saturday morning we were about to leave to go run some errands.  Like everyone knows, the last thing you do before leaving the house is make a trip to the restroom.  I was going about following this sage advice in the bathroom that adjoins our bedroom .  I went in and   closed the door, lifted the lid on the toilet and got one hell of a surprise.  There sitting on the seat of the toilet was one large Cuban tree frog.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at the frog and he stared right back at me.  My first thought was that Mr. Pop had caught the frog outside and placed him on the toilet seat to get a rise (no pun intended) out of me.  I opened the bathroom door and called to Mr. Pop.  I said, “Did you do this?”  Mr. Pop came into the bathroom and saw me looking into the toilet bowl.  You can imagine what might have been going through his head until he saw the visiting frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Pop caught the frog while I held Martini.  We didn’t need a frog hopping all over the place with a little dog going after him.  The frog was released outside unharmed.  We have no idea how he got in the house or on the seat of the toilet.  We know he couldn’t have come through the window screen,  as even small lizards can’t do that.  Mr. Pop swears he had nothing to do with this frog caper.  I do believe him but for the life of both of us, we just don’t have a clue how he got there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22196339-7037611228111103228?l=morning-martini.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/feeds/7037611228111103228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22196339&amp;postID=7037611228111103228&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/7037611228111103228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/7037611228111103228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/2009/06/frog-sitting-on-toilet.html' title='A Frog Sitting on the Toilet'/><author><name>pissed off patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854364015577541981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03706339908373772492'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22196339.post-374596330158482649</id><published>2009-06-12T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T02:11:17.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Republican’s Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9t8UP9r3rk/SjIbi4OdHqI/AAAAAAAAAiY/O6MLyFu8K_8/s1600-h/IMG_0995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9t8UP9r3rk/SjIbi4OdHqI/AAAAAAAAAiY/O6MLyFu8K_8/s400/IMG_0995.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346365993664716450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, as a feline, understand more than you might think.  I understand the Republicans say they have plans to solve the problems the country now faces.  This is how I understand what the are saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Republican Energy plan &lt;br /&gt;Put hamsters on steroids and put them in larger wheels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Republican Health plan&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Republican Global Warming plan&lt;br /&gt;No, it’s not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Republican Economic plan&lt;br /&gt;Don’t spend money if you’re a Democrat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally the Republican plan to take back the white house&lt;br /&gt;Just say, “No” to everything for the next four years, and hold your breath and stomp your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend and what are your plans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Fred the Cat (the cat who loves you guys!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22196339-374596330158482649?l=morning-martini.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/feeds/374596330158482649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22196339&amp;postID=374596330158482649&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/374596330158482649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/374596330158482649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/2009/06/republicans-plans.html' title='Republican’s Plans'/><author><name>pissed off patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854364015577541981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03706339908373772492'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9t8UP9r3rk/SjIbi4OdHqI/AAAAAAAAAiY/O6MLyFu8K_8/s72-c/IMG_0995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22196339.post-5145841581086696946</id><published>2009-06-11T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T02:13:05.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amp it Up or Tamp it Down</title><content type='html'>I’m not ready to say right wing talk show hosts and radio people are in any way responsible for the tragic shootings we have witnessed lately,  but I do think they are in a perfect position to try to tamp it down.  They know who their audiences are and now would be such a good time for them to calm their fears rather than amp them up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22196339-5145841581086696946?l=morning-martini.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/feeds/5145841581086696946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22196339&amp;postID=5145841581086696946&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/5145841581086696946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/5145841581086696946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/2009/06/amp-it-up-or-tamp-it-down.html' title='Amp it Up or Tamp it Down'/><author><name>pissed off patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854364015577541981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03706339908373772492'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22196339.post-9188776184886762840</id><published>2009-06-10T02:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T02:34:48.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a little follow up to yesterday’s post regarding Fred the Cat</title><content type='html'>The funny thing about Fred’s stays at the vet’s boarding facility is that he has never bitten or scratched anyone there.  They say that he just hisses and growls when anyone comes anywhere near his quarters.  No matter why the people who work there are in the same room with him, he raises holy cat hell.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, I have never seen Fred show any aggression, except toward me if I try to brush him.  I doubt seriously he is even angry with the folks at the vet’s, I think he’s just screwing with them because he can.  If cat’s can have fun, I think that is exactly what he’s doing.  Kind of like a cat playing with a mouse except Fred has no intention of eating the vet techs after he finishes playing with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22196339-9188776184886762840?l=morning-martini.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/feeds/9188776184886762840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22196339&amp;postID=9188776184886762840&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/9188776184886762840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/9188776184886762840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-little-follow-up-to-yesterdays.html' title='This is a little follow up to yesterday’s post regarding Fred the Cat'/><author><name>pissed off patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854364015577541981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03706339908373772492'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22196339.post-1914404977193445321</id><published>2009-06-09T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:33:06.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Decision has been Made</title><content type='html'>After a couple of weeks of thinking and talking about , the Pops have made a decision.  Martini will go on vacation with us next month.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally decided to do this little experiment and see what happens.  We called Sunday and reserved a beach cabin where we usually stay in Sanibel because in the cabins you can have a small pet.  This should be interesting because it will be the longest trip Martini has made in the car and for four nights, he will be in a house that is new to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are positives and negatives to traveling with a pet.  We sure do know that.  But neither of us can fathom boarding him right now.  He’s just really feeling at ease with his daily life here and to put him at the vet’s where he wouldn’t see us for that many days might bum the little guy out.  Plus, not seeing him for that many days would definitely bum us out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from now until the end of next month I’ll be making lists and preparations for Martini’s incredible journey.  The great thing about this made to order little twenty first century dog is that anytime we leave the house, we just point to his crate and he hops right in.  We’ll take his crate, his bed and some toys and food.  He should be good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does Fred the Cat feel about Martini getting to go on this fancy vacation?  He would much rather make life a living hell for all the employees at the vet’s boarding facility.  The last time we went to the vet’s to pick up food for Martini, they told us that one of the employees saw us getting out of our car and asked the girl at the desk plaintively,  “Oh no, are they bringing Fred in for boarding?”  She was actually frightened and they say she was very relieved when they told her we were not.  She won’t be so lucky at the end of next month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22196339-1914404977193445321?l=morning-martini.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/feeds/1914404977193445321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22196339&amp;postID=1914404977193445321&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/1914404977193445321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/1914404977193445321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/2009/06/decision-has-been-made.html' title='The Decision has been Made'/><author><name>pissed off patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854364015577541981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03706339908373772492'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22196339.post-4879393579950487488</id><published>2009-06-08T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T01:30:16.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is this man and what did he do with Mr. Pop?</title><content type='html'>Over the past years anytime a stray animal showed up in our yard, I was the weak minded soft hearted person who gave the animal food and water.  Each time I did this Mr. Pop warned me that I was setting myself up for problems and usually a heartbreak.  For the most part he was proven correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week someone dropped off three little kittens who found their way to our backyard.  I tried to steel myself and avoid looking at them or getting involved with them.  I was doing pretty good too.  Mr. Pop kept assuring me that he thought one of our neighbors was feeding the kittens and that they looked just fine to him.  He was helping me fight my unspoken fight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon a man came into our house who looked exactly like Mr. Pop and he was carrying a bag of kitten food.  Sunday morning the little feral kittens were playing around in the flowers in our backyard.  This new Mr. Pop was watching them from the patio and I was inside our house.  He came inside and told me he thought the kittens looked hungry.  For a few minutes I didn’t do anything but then I took out an old Tupperware bowl and put about a cup or so of the kitten food in it.  I passed this new Mr. Pop on the patio as I was going out to give the kittens their food.  As I passed him I asked,  “Thanks for the guilt trip, how much is it going to cost me?”  He just smiled at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it appears Mr. Pop, the sensible, sane, reasonable man has been replaced by this new weak minded soft hearted man.  I mean Mr. Pop has always had a giant heart when it comes to all animals but now this new Mr. Pop has become as squishy as I am.  Yikes, we’re in trouble!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22196339-4879393579950487488?l=morning-martini.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/feeds/4879393579950487488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22196339&amp;postID=4879393579950487488&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/4879393579950487488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22196339/posts/default/4879393579950487488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morning-martini.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-is-this-man-and-what-did-he-do-with.html' title='Who is this man and what did he do with Mr. Pop?'/><author><name>pissed off patricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854364015577541981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03706339908373772492'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry></feed>