<?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-12184206</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:48:03.298-05:00</updated><category term='Summertime 2007'/><title type='text'>Daily thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>My daily thoughts and hopefully your input.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MarksBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11716860383069281451</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>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12184206.post-2582546252048008072</id><published>2007-06-01T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T18:20:15.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandchildren</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;    I miss my eldest granddaughter, and have never yet met my youngest one. They live over 1500 miles away. For security reasons I will not reveal their names. Their mother was from the love between my first wife and I. Her daughters are both miracles to her because of her condition that should have made it difficult to have children at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;   As far away as they are, they are both near to my heart, and I wonder if I will ever get to see them again. I also fear not being close to my dad when his final days are over. As he ages and has dementia, and as he may have his prostate cancer back, I am trying to move back closer to both my parents. To do that means giving up a job that I hate anyway, but more than that it means trying at the age of 50 to find another one that I can handle for  the next 20 years. What I'd like is ownership in a business, but I have no experience in that realm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184206-2582546252048008072?l=mark4kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/2582546252048008072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184206&amp;postID=2582546252048008072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/2582546252048008072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/2582546252048008072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/2007/06/grandchildren.html' title='Grandchildren'/><author><name>MarksBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11716860383069281451</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-12184206.post-2662171870024695170</id><published>2007-05-29T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T18:33:51.862-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summertime 2007'/><title type='text'>Spring-Summer Transitions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There is a newness about every Spring, and a desire for Summer to quickly arrive. Since I am now 50 years old, I have come to realize that wishing time to go by quickly is foolish, and I spend more time now wishing I had it all back. The journey through life is difficult, but if it weren't for that difficulty where would the adventure of living be? I am so happy for all of my children who are just experiencing life in their own ways. I may not agree with their belief systems, but I respect their right to choose their path. After all, God did not force me to choose Him, I had to do that of my own free will. Free will is what God has given us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in awe of the complexity life has become, and I believe the prophesies that say we are spinning out of control and that there is only ONE solution to the whole thing...Jesus Christ was and is that solution. Sadly, many will not choose that path, and I believe Hell is a real place, so I naturally would desire that my children come to know Jesus, and put aside other  Worldly paths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I age, I am finding that my body is failing, that my center of gravity has changed, and that it is much harder to recoup ANYTHING damaged or fallen in my body. I will however say that more of me is surrendered to Jesus. I would also say that I am more content with where I am going, and assured of my final destination. Wanna come along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all: Chrissy, Jenny, Rebecca, Jessica, Kelli, Ashley, Mary, Denialle, Gabrialle, Mom, Dad, Scott, Regi, and Chyrl...may the Lord guide all of you to Himself and make Himself known to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184206-2662171870024695170?l=mark4kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/2662171870024695170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184206&amp;postID=2662171870024695170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/2662171870024695170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/2662171870024695170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/2007/05/spring-summer-transitions.html' title='Spring-Summer Transitions'/><author><name>MarksBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11716860383069281451</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-12184206.post-117588926308439939</id><published>2007-04-06T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T14:54:23.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Easter Awareness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7615/1019/1600/76135/IMG00033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7615/1019/320/753845/IMG00033.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I get a great peace of mind whenever my children, all mostly grown up now, come to visit, or whenever I can go to visit them and they say or do something that causes me to be so very proud of them. You know, as you raise them, that there are always those questions in your mind that echo doubts about whether or not the lessons you taught them have sunk in, and if they are utilizing the skills you gave them. Then they find ways to show you that everything is all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of what they have achieved and what they are trying to achieve, for it is not in the success of it all that it matters much to me, but in the trying to succeed, and the fairness by which they play the game, and the integrity they show in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two step daughters. One I am very proud of, and the other I still hold out hope that she'll catch on. Though I think the youngest one will have to endure many hardships before she sees that there is wisdom in what I tried to teach her. I haven't been the best step-dad. That remains the toughest job in our society today, I believe. I love them all, and I pray that God will get ahold of their hearts and minds and make them grow up to be loving, compassionate persons who think of others while not neglecting themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday is Easter, the day we Christians who are truly Christians whose names are written in the Lamb's Book of Life, celebrate the greatest event, greatest gift God gave to all men. The gift of the resurrection of Jesus Christ, Who set in motion the events that His faithful will follow. I am in praise of His creation, something a random BANG could never have accomplished. I praise God for all He is and all He has provided for me and for all of my true brothers and sisters! Not the pew warmers, not the people who claim to be Christians then live for themselves, but for those Who have placed their entire trust in Jesus for their Salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelli has trimmed, but not stopped her drinking entirely. Yet, for some stupid reason I hang on. Is it because I am tired of re-marrying, or because I am too lazy to make changes that maybe should be made? I truly do not know. I only know that if God wants her out of my life, He alone will make that happen. For, "What God has put together, let not man put apart." So, on I go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184206-117588926308439939?l=mark4kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/117588926308439939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184206&amp;postID=117588926308439939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/117588926308439939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/117588926308439939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-easter-awareness.html' title='My Easter Awareness'/><author><name>MarksBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11716860383069281451</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-12184206.post-116346183811542637</id><published>2006-11-13T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:50:38.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall of 2006 Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: blink;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the middle of November, we have just turned on our DSL connection and are now enjoying 21st century speed. How long I can afford it is up to God. Kelli has been doing well with the alcohol problem, but I wish she'd stop completely. Content I guess I should be that she has not really come home drunk in a long time. Our marriage has been rocky, but we are working things out there I think. I love her, I must for all of the problems I have hung in there for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more in the nest to boot out. Hope she leaves soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184206-116346183811542637?l=mark4kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/116346183811542637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184206&amp;postID=116346183811542637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/116346183811542637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/116346183811542637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/2006/11/fall-of-2006-thoughts.html' title='Fall of 2006 Thoughts'/><author><name>MarksBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11716860383069281451</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-12184206.post-115137503411114750</id><published>2006-06-26T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T21:23:54.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Pain-No Gain?</title><content type='html'>Whatever it takes for us to sit down and listen to the Lord, it will happen. It happens because He loves us with unending enduring love. It happened for Kelli on June 6th, 2006. She put her fist through a plate glass window of the storm door because she was drunk, and mad at me. What she got for he effort was many stitches, an almost severed off arm, and much loss of blood. She was very lucky, and is recovering nicely, but she has learned something too. This was enough to be her "wake up call". I am not glad it happened that way, only that she woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184206-115137503411114750?l=mark4kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/115137503411114750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184206&amp;postID=115137503411114750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/115137503411114750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/115137503411114750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-pain-no-gain.html' title='No Pain-No Gain?'/><author><name>MarksBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11716860383069281451</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-12184206.post-114799168796404116</id><published>2006-05-18T17:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T17:34:48.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/"&gt;                                                        Daily thoughts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;It seems all of us have crosses to bare. Kelli's is her health, which she does not manage very well. She now has a large mass in her breast, the one that was operated on last and a mass removed already. The same one that pre-cancer cells was found in. Although she has not made a big deal out of it tonight so far, I know her well enough to know she is scared. This is a fear that many women with fibrocystic disease deal with on a lifetime basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have rain now. The drought watch is probably going to be over for a while. The sun has poked out this evening, it's 6:28Pm EST and days are longer now anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continue to struggle with debt, resisting bankruptcy and laboring through what I can pay. Meanwhile our utilities need to be paid and we need to be able to rise above all of this and be able to enjoy life again. Perhaps along the way we will get time to relax. Maybe that is not what life really offers, but it is never the less a hope I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challenges abound where Mary is concerned, she continues to test me and in fact is down right abusive knowing I can not do anything about it. I hate being a stepfather, and I hate how I have to feel when she's around. I wish she'd hurry up and move the fu*k out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelli had to go back into work tonight, so I am Mr. Mom for a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184206-114799168796404116?l=mark4kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/114799168796404116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184206&amp;postID=114799168796404116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/114799168796404116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/114799168796404116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/2006/05/daily-thoughts.html' title='Daily thoughts'/><author><name>MarksBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11716860383069281451</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-12184206.post-114642443425584804</id><published>2006-04-30T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T14:17:18.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily thoughts: New Lease</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/2006/03/sweet-guy.html"&gt;Daily thoughts: Sweet Guy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;It has been one week and 2 days since Kelli's last drink. I can see her trying to get ahold of her alcoholism now. I also hope this won't be temporary for her. She said she now knows I was serious about leaving her. If that motivates her, then that is a good thing, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went through a short trial of my own. I had a Nuclear Stress Test the monday before Easter, and got a call on that Tuesday following telling Kelli I had better get set up for a Heart Cath soon. We both were panicing and stressing over that. On Good Friday I had the cath done. The doctor claimed that there was an 11% chance it was wrong, but the cath was the only way to know for certain. So, I was looking forward to having Stents put in, and panicing and stressing the whole time. The stress test was WRONG! I was not only clear, but had no narrowings either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I have to deal with is getting this weight off, getting my blood sugar under control, and maybe even getting off all three of my medications within a year's time. THAT SHALL BE MY GOAL! I am doing fairly well with that so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;To Kelli: I love you so much. I hope you will beat the alcohol thing. I really hope Mary doesn't drive us apart in the end. I will try not to let her win! When she is 18 and graduated, I can toss her butt out! And I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184206-114642443425584804?l=mark4kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/114642443425584804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184206&amp;postID=114642443425584804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/114642443425584804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/114642443425584804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/2006/04/daily-thoughts-new-lease.html' title='Daily thoughts: New Lease'/><author><name>MarksBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11716860383069281451</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-12184206.post-114324097485380893</id><published>2006-03-24T17:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T17:58:20.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I am now diagnosed as having diabetes. Although this should alarm me, it is merely a wake up call to lose weight that I have badly needed to lose before. We are going to see if it is diet controlled or if I will need insulin or pills. Neither one scares me, I have never been afraid of needles. Now, at least I understand why I have had the types of cravings I have been having this past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure how long I have had it, but it must be that my blood sugar fluctuates because I can tell when it is up. I will now have to be vigilant about taking care of the body that God entrusted to me. I will exercise by walking for now, and will look into using the school's gym equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelli is still drinking a lot, she does not seem to realize what this is doing to her and I, and perhaps she just does not care. Pridefully, she'll say that she does not care if I leave, but I think she will if/ when it happens. I am getting to the end of my tolerance of her situation. She needs AA and counseling to deal with underlying issues. Until she does that, she will continue until she has nothing, or dies. Too bad, because I really really love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184206-114324097485380893?l=mark4kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/114324097485380893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184206&amp;postID=114324097485380893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/114324097485380893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/114324097485380893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/2006/03/sweet-guy.html' title='Sweet Guy'/><author><name>MarksBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11716860383069281451</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-12184206.post-114280265082568123</id><published>2006-03-19T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T16:10:50.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/"&gt;Daily thoughts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simple life escapes me. Who ever came up with that quote had a screw loose. For me the simple life would be simply my kids picking up after themselves, doing their homework accurately, and eating meals at the right times. That never happens, and I look forward to their being on their own because then and only then will they see first hand what it takes to run a household. Right now, I feel like the household runs the parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are ruining our kids. They will grow up without a clue on how to manage home life. They will think dinner means "going out", instead of it meaning family time, and sitting down until everyone is finished. They will grow up thinking parents are supposed to buy their kids cars, and provide computers and internet access whenever they want it. Horse shit! Why have we allowed this? Why have we let our children rule and reign? Are we afraid of their rejection of us if we say "no" to them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184206-114280265082568123?l=mark4kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/114280265082568123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184206&amp;postID=114280265082568123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/114280265082568123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/114280265082568123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/2006/03/daily-thoughts.html' title='Daily thoughts'/><author><name>MarksBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11716860383069281451</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-12184206.post-114089053763941128</id><published>2006-02-25T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T13:02:18.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/"&gt;Daily thoughts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  There seems to be so much hate in the world today. Muslims are up in arms about some stupid cartoon depicting Mohammad. They say he was a prophet, but if he was a prophet he would have pointed them to Jesus Christ, not some god who tells them to kill people and terrorize the world. These terrorists are not going to heaven and get 10 virgins, they are headed straight to hell, and that is a fact. I think God intended us to love one another, not bite and devour one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My house is at war of late. My wife is an alcoholic with no end in sight of ever quitting. The turmoil in my life as a result of this is very great, and I cannot conceive of anything more than a short life caused by the stress. Our whole family is affected by this. Her daughters are becoming a mess. Rules and guidance went out the window along with moral teachings. I don't know what to do next. I have a friend in Singapore, and Kelli thinks I am cheating on her with this actually very young girl. Yet, the only thing I have in Ginny is a friend across the ocean that I may never meet. She has a lot of wisdom that she offers to me. I will take that anywhere I can get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My daughter, Jessica, is graduating this year....if she gets her grades up like they should be. My step-daughter, Ashley is also graduating...two for one this year. Lots of money is needed for graduation. I think it will have to be a hall or the backyard....which means I have a lot of work to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184206-114089053763941128?l=mark4kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/114089053763941128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184206&amp;postID=114089053763941128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/114089053763941128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/114089053763941128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/2006/02/daily-thoughts.html' title='Daily thoughts'/><author><name>MarksBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11716860383069281451</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-12184206.post-113909014738540133</id><published>2006-02-04T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T16:55:47.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Left</title><content type='html'>When you think you are at the end of your rope and then things get worse, you know that God is somehow trying to get your attention. I know I have to learn to listen to Him more attentively. It seems we go from one domestic situation to  another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can attest to the fact that alcohol is a very real hinderance to having any money. When the one you love abuses it, you can watch your financial future go down the toilet, along with your respect and admiration you may have once had for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are upset over cartoons of Mohammad, yet Mohammad was the beginning of terrorism. He used it himself during his attempts to get converts to Islam. I have no idea what he may have looked like, but I am sure he was Arab, a decendant of Ishmael. He did not steer followers to the true and living God, but instead to a god by another name....Allah they call him. I know that a war is coming against Jesus' foes, but it is hard to watch people following a false prophet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184206-113909014738540133?l=mark4kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/113909014738540133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184206&amp;postID=113909014738540133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/113909014738540133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/113909014738540133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/2006/02/whats-left.html' title='What&apos;s Left'/><author><name>MarksBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11716860383069281451</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-12184206.post-113140675996494641</id><published>2005-11-07T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T18:39:19.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hind Sight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It has been a long time since I blogged last. This is not a Catholic version of a guilt confession, just a statement of fact. I generally have reasons why I take periods of time off and not write anything. Usually it is mood related...just don't feel like it shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my wife, yet there are times when I get insecure about her and I. When she gets to drinking too much she says anything without reguard to what she is actually saying. I believe she behaves in ways that she normally would not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary is still out of the house. No prospect of her returning. Admittedly the house does not suffer the loss from the lack of bickering that used to be. Things we used to lock up are not locked up now. Food that once was eaten in one day is now spread out much further. Yet, she is missed because she can have a kind heart too. And she is opinionated, but I never really saw that as a bad thing. Great people are usually opinionated and their successes are attributable to that personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am angry about Kelli's family betting on our marriage to fail. They were nice to my face, but behind my back they were pit vipers. I will not grace any of their doorsteps again. I have family that loves me, and they love Kelli too. She would be better off if she moved away from all of them excepting for Pop who remains a treasure to know. If only he would stand up to his wife once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184206-113140675996494641?l=mark4kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/113140675996494641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184206&amp;postID=113140675996494641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/113140675996494641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/113140675996494641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/2005/11/hind-sight.html' title='Hind Sight'/><author><name>MarksBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11716860383069281451</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-12184206.post-112766810676159704</id><published>2005-09-25T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T12:21:20.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Today is a cloudy Sunday, repercussions from the &lt;a href="http://cnn.com/"&gt;Hurricane Rita&lt;/a&gt; that rumbled through the Gulf of Mexico and is now pushing rain and wind North and East. Though we are spared from the wrath of two back to back Category 5 hurricanes, we are in no way spared from the damage it causes the economy, the gas prices, and other things we take for granted that come up from the southern states. We are blessed, more than we realize we are blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate these troubled times. The Bible tells me this will all increase in time, and that soon, as the stage gets fully set for Jesus Christ to return for His faithful, we will be redeemed who have trusted in Him. Sadly, many I love will never see heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife's father has taken ill again, and is in the hospital after having a death to life experience at the hands of a paramedic. Seems through this he has a new outlook on what life may have to yet offer him. There was a chance that his grand daughter was pregnant. As unwelcome as that is for a teenage girl, it would have still been his great-grandchild, and who can over look that reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile we struggle to try to get either Jennifer back with her children, or have Christina go out there to get them. Jennifer has elected to get a divorce from Tyler, but I suspect it may be a smokescreen, one that DSS out there will surely sense as well. She must follow through with it. And Tyler needs to stay away so it isn't preceived as a smokescreen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now life goes on...to what I am uncertain, but it goes on. I continue to be the subject of my wife's accusations, of what I haven't a clu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e, but she seems bent on accusing me of something. I just got done telling my mother how I would never leave Kelli under any circumstances, and now I wonder how much I can stand of this. She has the false impression that I don't do anything around here, the evidence more shows that it is she who says she will do this or that and it does not get done...unless we happen to have guests coming over. Between Jessica and I we have been doing a lion's share of the laundry, and I do the kitchen EVERYTHING most of the time anyway. It is I who should plead for help. There is one other teenager living here who has yet to do any folding of laundry and continues to crap up her own room, which to me is her problem since she has to live in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7615/1019/1600/IMG00008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7615/1019/320/IMG00008.jpg" alt="" 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/12184206-112766810676159704?l=mark4kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/112766810676159704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184206&amp;postID=112766810676159704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/112766810676159704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/112766810676159704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/2005/09/daily-thoughts.html' title='Daily thoughts'/><author><name>MarksBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11716860383069281451</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-12184206.post-112516453863189437</id><published>2005-08-27T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T12:42:18.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily thoughts</title><content type='html'>My wife had some sort of emergency surgery yesterday. A hernia from an old incision was acting suspiciously like a &lt;br /&gt;kidney stone. But thankfully it was not. The doctors repaired the culprit and now she has to recover from the surgery.&lt;br /&gt;With a pile of laundry, and an equally high pile of bills, I am becoming more convinced that we need to file for &lt;br /&gt;bankruptcy protection. We have until October 17th according to the news on the new laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife is changing jobs. The issue is more money. Now her former employer wants her to stay but she has already made a commitment to the &lt;br /&gt;new employer. So, what's a girl to do? I say honor the last commitment you made, because it is about more than just money now. It is about&lt;br /&gt;honoring one's promises. Particularly hard is that she waited longer than she should have to tell the first employer and asked the latter one for&lt;br /&gt;a time period of three weeks, which he granted. So my take on this is you must oblige the latter one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cooler weekend, and now I suspect an early and very hard winter this year. One that most Americans can't afford.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184206-112516453863189437?l=mark4kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/112516453863189437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184206&amp;postID=112516453863189437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/112516453863189437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/112516453863189437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/2005/08/daily-thoughts_27.html' title='Daily thoughts'/><author><name>MarksBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11716860383069281451</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-12184206.post-112464002048226445</id><published>2005-08-21T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T11:00:20.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/"&gt;Daily thoughts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with all things good, life moves on. Direction is unknown except for my destiny in Christ. &lt;br /&gt;The kids grow up and move out and have lives that at times may worry me, but it is for them &lt;br /&gt;to solve the mysteries ahead. I have solved some of mine. Some will remain unsolved. In all, &lt;br /&gt;there can be only one reality...do you know Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior? In the end&lt;br /&gt;all of what we do and say will be weighed by HIM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184206-112464002048226445?l=mark4kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/112464002048226445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184206&amp;postID=112464002048226445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/112464002048226445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/112464002048226445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/2005/08/daily-thoughts_21.html' title='Daily thoughts'/><author><name>MarksBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11716860383069281451</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-12184206.post-112311597202147050</id><published>2005-08-03T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T19:39:32.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/"&gt;Daily thoughts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is always something to be thankful for...at least that is what they tell you. I partially believe it now because I am thankful for my wife, Kelli and there is no one who I wish to replace her with. She has a hot temper, and when she goes off, she is impulsive about what she says and does. She has chosen to stay with me under the most trying circumstances, and that has to be very hard to do. I pray for her sake that these circumstances will improve for her. She drinks way too much, but I think she is starting to resolve matters of the past in her heart so that the past is becoming once again, the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest has lost her first job, got canned, if you will because she was not mature enough. She must now own up to her failures, not try to hide behind things being someone else's doing but her own, then she must move on and learn from what she has experienced, for that is what makes a person of true grit and character.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184206-112311597202147050?l=mark4kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/112311597202147050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184206&amp;postID=112311597202147050&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/112311597202147050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/112311597202147050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/2005/08/daily-thoughts.html' title='Daily thoughts'/><author><name>MarksBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11716860383069281451</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-12184206.post-112147919321444567</id><published>2005-07-15T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T20:59:53.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/"&gt;Daily thoughts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe the bull crap people will put you through to get their own way. It seems my step daughter decided to stir up people, and although there are some things that may be true, they are out of context, or changed to make them sound worse than they are. When push comes to shove, I can be verbally reactive. I don't launch out on word assaults without being needled to do so. This is really causing problems in my marriage. Kelli's a bad mother and I am always picking on Mary, but the thing is all I am doing is trying to get her to comply with something I have told her to do. That's what a parent does. I can not see why my hands should seem tied in my own home. Everyone else in the place complies, but Mary has to mouth back and say things that hurt me, in retaliation I say things back. We are both mean to each other. She's an adolescent and I'm a full grown adult, but I still have freaking feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now her grandmother, a meddlesome witch, has decided to pull some shit. Guess she won't stop until Kelli and I are divorced. Hope we can out last her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184206-112147919321444567?l=mark4kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/112147919321444567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184206&amp;postID=112147919321444567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/112147919321444567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/112147919321444567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/2005/07/daily-thoughts.html' title='Daily thoughts'/><author><name>MarksBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11716860383069281451</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-12184206.post-112103252701886706</id><published>2005-07-10T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T16:55:27.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer of 2 double ott 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7615/1019/1600/Beckys_Graduation042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7615/1019/200/Beckys_Graduation042.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My daughter at Graduation! Congrats Beckaboo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; You can't imagine what it's like to be in a relationship where there are cards stacked against you from get-go. I couldn't either 5 years ago, now I am taking a new look at my thinking. Everyone has flaws. Mine I guess would be that I don't take anyone's verbal crap without giving back some in return. At times I can even be known to say hurtful things, I guess to inflict hurt on the person hurting me with their words. I know that what I say, I don't mean, but I blurt without checking the outcome first. This flaw is causing problems in my marriage, so the solution would be that I need to step back more, evaluate my options, and instead of blurting I should take a walk, drive, or whatever to avoid being "sucked in" to someone else's difficulty. As a step-parent, I am certain that there is no way I can run my own home. I don't have enough support from my partner on a consistent basis, and if I want to remain married to her, I have to learn that I am just a transcient here until the kids are all grown up and moved out....can't wait! &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Am I being selfish? Perhaps, but I know that I have been battling the same scenario since 2001, not only with a step child, but with my mother-in- law. And I feel done with the battle. I will lick my wounds and try me best to tough it out and survive. I will continue in my faith and attend church regularly even though I have no partner in that, and should not have expected one in it. I will go because God is the one who can help me to become what I cannot become on my own accord. I will love my wife until / unless love becomes "not enough".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184206-112103252701886706?l=mark4kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/112103252701886706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184206&amp;postID=112103252701886706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/112103252701886706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/112103252701886706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/2005/07/summer-of-2-double-ott-5.html' title='Summer of 2 double ott 5'/><author><name>MarksBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11716860383069281451</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-12184206.post-112051688066535894</id><published>2005-07-04T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T17:41:20.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Feelings Too! Damn it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/"&gt;Daily thoughts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 4th, 2005 - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whiz bang! Fireworks will adorne the skies of many a town tonight as Americans celebrate in their own way, the anniversary of the Independence of our Nation. Freedom fought for, freedom died for. I am proud to be an American, and to have served in the United States Air Force. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home today, things are quiet. I should rejoice, I mean isn't this what I have always wanted? Well, sort of. What I really want is to figure a way to get along with a 15 year old teenage girl who strives to make my life miserable, and I let her succeed. Now I regret my part in this almost daily event with her, but I surrender to my feelings too much. Now what I plan to do is simply be here, but NOT here. I will put food on the table to the best of my ability. I will do my part in keeping my house in order. Then when trouble brews, I will simply hop in the car and depart from it. There's no fixing this, so I will merely endure it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184206-112051688066535894?l=mark4kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/112051688066535894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184206&amp;postID=112051688066535894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/112051688066535894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/112051688066535894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-have-feelings-too-damn-it.html' title='I Have Feelings Too! Damn it!'/><author><name>MarksBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11716860383069281451</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-12184206.post-111980784974954431</id><published>2005-06-26T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T12:44:09.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Afterward</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;After the big graduation I am feeling a bit older.  Now, I realize that there is no way to go back in time, and I am not sure I'd want to relive everything anyway. Still there is a certain amount of realization on my part that I am going to get old, and I am going to see people before me that I care about die for various reasons, nothing can stop that. God has appointed unto every man one death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My #3 daughter has graduated, and has done very well in school. I regret that I am unable to give her the money she needs to go to college. I regret that she is going to have to work until she can acquire her own financial aid. That hurts me. That cuts me like a knife because I think about all of the times I squandered away what I had for a few selfish earthly pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest is now trying to get my grandchildren out of foster care and with family. I am proud of her, and I pray for her success. In that, I am further regretful that I am unable to get them out due to my past.  Everyone has a past, but one day I shall write a book about mine, so that perhaps someone might see it and think before they act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a mafia element in this country today. I believe so. I don't know nor want to know where , when, and all of that.  It seems my #2 daughter has been rumored to be mixed up with someone that may be part of such a thing. I hope she gets her marbles back before she loses all she has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184206-111980784974954431?l=mark4kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/111980784974954431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184206&amp;postID=111980784974954431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/111980784974954431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/111980784974954431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/2005/06/afterward.html' title='Afterward'/><author><name>MarksBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11716860383069281451</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-12184206.post-111940367801103912</id><published>2005-06-21T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T20:27:58.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Chapter in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The things we choose and the paths we all take can have ripple effects on everyone around us.  We do not live unto ourselves, but the things we do, both good and bad effect not only us, but our families, our friends, especially those we love dearest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this writing, my second eldest daughter has chosen a path that has caused great pain for her entire family.  She has been homeless, and just lost custody of her two children to the Social Service agency in the area she's living in.  There is a second grandchild born to us named Gabrielle, born June 8th. There are many questions, but no answers are coming.  She chose to keep us in the dark about her homelessness, and about her baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My past makes it impossible for me to get them out of foster care, and my daughter back here to relative safety.  Following her husband's lead, she has elected to mess with underworld characters, probably trying to find a quick wealth....but that sort of thing does not come, or comes with a very heavy price.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two grand children in foster care that I can not help at this time. I am very wounded. I wish I had been a better man my whole life.  I wish my eldest daughter and her husband could get them out.  I am amiss of solutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife is beside herself,  Jen's sisters are beside themselves. Even her grandmother can't help because the has to deal with my father's early alzheimers symtoms.  All the while our finances suck and our own children cause us challenges normal to their teen years, but nevertheless, this adds to the stress pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help Oh God, our weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184206-111940367801103912?l=mark4kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/111940367801103912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184206&amp;postID=111940367801103912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/111940367801103912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/111940367801103912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/2005/06/another-chapter-in-life.html' title='Another Chapter in Life'/><author><name>MarksBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11716860383069281451</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-12184206.post-111783319564313369</id><published>2005-06-03T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T16:13:15.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough! Too Much for an Old Man</title><content type='html'>I discovered that I am not as "able bodied" as I was 10 years ago, and have elected to resign from&lt;br /&gt;Wal-Mart. The size of the store, the neglect on other parts of my life for money just didn't seem like sound reasons to stay. I call this afternoon to inform them and thank them for hiring me and giving me the opportunity. I will have to pray for another financial solution. Maybe bankrutcy is the only option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelli is working a little, and we still have "some" unemployment left for her. God can help her get that job she wants, it she will consistently trust Him for that. All of us neglect our faith, and we give God a finite amount of time to answer our prayers, or we go do like I did and try to help themselves. I have neglected church last Sunday because I had no energy left after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will do without cable TV and other things as needed to get by until things can improve for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184206-111783319564313369?l=mark4kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/111783319564313369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184206&amp;postID=111783319564313369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/111783319564313369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/111783319564313369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/2005/06/enough-too-much-for-old-man.html' title='Enough! Too Much for an Old Man'/><author><name>MarksBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11716860383069281451</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-12184206.post-111759008331166265</id><published>2005-05-31T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T20:41:23.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jessica started her first real job today at a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Dunkin Donuts&lt;/span&gt;. She was so proud of herself that she called to tell her mom the good news, but her mom's response I guess was less than encouraging and excited for her. Sometimes I think her mom has thrown a shoe or something... I mean, I know she's pissed at me for Jess wanting to come live with me, but that should make no difference when it comes to one's daughter. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I am very proud of her.&lt;/span&gt; She has to go to a prom this weekend, but when asked if she could work she told them as long as it ends before 4PM. That's a good work ethic! She didn't try to write the whole day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be working both jobs the remainder of the week and likely into the weekend. That bothers Kelli more than it does me. It isn't forever, it's just to get our finances back on track or until she can get meaningful employment. It's a risk not spending time together, but it's for a good reason...our kids need us to be able to provide them with things. We don't have them for long....just really three more years to be precise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My #3 daughter's graduation commensement is June 25th. We are giving her a party at my brother's along with Stefan's on July 16th. Both are Saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;The events happening globally seem more and more to be pointing towards Christ's imminent return for His faithful. The world doesn't all believe that, but they do so to their own destruction and eternal damnation. I didn't say that, God did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Wal-Mart &lt;/span&gt;sure has changed since I worked there 10 years ago. I like some of the changes, but I am almost certain Sam Walton, founder of Wal-Mart, would not approve of some of the changes. Still other changes were admittedly necessary in order to stay competitively priced on stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley's car is now insured, we got the ID cards, but now the trick is getting plates on the darn thing. In Pennsylvania this is not as easy as it was for me when I lived in NY. The local DMV does not provide plates. The do only photo ID's for the licenses. What a waste of governmental services. They should offer it on line like they do other services if they are going to be so tight about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184206-111759008331166265?l=mark4kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/111759008331166265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184206&amp;postID=111759008331166265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/111759008331166265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/111759008331166265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>MarksBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11716860383069281451</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-12184206.post-111732947623946403</id><published>2005-05-28T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T20:17:56.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May 28, 2005</title><content type='html'>Started a second job at Wal-Mart in Mansfield. There has been a big change in Wal-Mart since I worked there 10 years ago. Kelli did not get her job prospect, but we are still praying for another. God is faithful and will see use through this tough time brought on by a rich bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184206-111732947623946403?l=mark4kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/111732947623946403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184206&amp;postID=111732947623946403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/111732947623946403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/111732947623946403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/2005/05/may-28-2005.html' title='May 28, 2005'/><author><name>MarksBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11716860383069281451</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-12184206.post-111688769505412266</id><published>2005-05-23T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T17:34:55.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May 23, 2005 6:27PM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tragedy struck this small Wellsboro, PA community Saturday afternoon, as a young man was killed with the accidental firing of  a 22 cal. pistol. Target shooting is a common thing in these parts as there are many farmers and varmints are numerous. The boy, Dennis Saunderlin, died during surgery at Robert Packer Hospital in Sayre, PA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real tragedy is that such a young life was lost, that someone shot him accidentally, that his parents and twin brother have lost a loved one, and that the boy was well liked in his community.  Gun control, perhaps, might have saved this young man, but  gun safety probably more so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayers go out to that family, and to his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloudy day today. Work was mundane. No word yet for Kelli on the Laurel job. Still praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184206-111688769505412266?l=mark4kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/111688769505412266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184206&amp;postID=111688769505412266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/111688769505412266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/111688769505412266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/2005/05/may-23-2005-627pm.html' title='May 23, 2005 6:27PM'/><author><name>MarksBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11716860383069281451</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-12184206.post-111678635948508375</id><published>2005-05-22T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T13:30:18.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/"&gt;Daily thoughts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 22, 2005 2:16PM&lt;br /&gt;In about an hour I have to travel up to the Nichols, NY to pick up Jessica from her w/e visit with her mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather outside is cloudy with very few spots of sunshine. That doesn't matter because it is, so far, not raining and I can be either inside or out. I did some more repairs on a lawn tractor my father-in-law gave me to use. I have to wait until Thursday to buy some blades for the cutting deck, the ones on it are bent and very dull. To buy them on the MTD webpage would cost $20 a piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelli still has not heard anything on her job prospect. I pray she does get that job. If not, I am sure God has another one for her in mind. It's the waiting and the lack of income that will befall us when her partial unemployment runs out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I blog this statement, and it is my own opinion&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I feel that Kelli was let go from the Wellsboro Diner after 8 years because it was the first time she applied for partial unemployment. We were only trying to make ends meet until the business there picked up. Nell Roundsaville presents herself as a rich bully. So, I believe any punishment belongs to God to do anyway. We can't do anything about it anyway because there just aren't any laws to protect the common man from such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our van is paid off this week, and I will gain a $168/month in income. We &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; need to replace it, but will wait for awhile until we have other employement that pays a decent wage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In restrospect, I wish the world would contain more loving and caring people, as opposed to the ones who bite and devour one another for money. Life is wonderful when people don't have to quarrel over stupid shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184206-111678635948508375?l=mark4kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/111678635948508375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184206&amp;postID=111678635948508375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/111678635948508375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/111678635948508375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/2005/05/daily-thoughts_22.html' title='Daily thoughts'/><author><name>MarksBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11716860383069281451</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-12184206.post-111672326440808234</id><published>2005-05-21T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T13:29:05.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/"&gt;Daily thoughts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, May 21st, 2005 8:54 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was a lazy one. Kelli has Saturday and Sunday off, a rare thing. I was hoping she wanted to spend at least Saturday with me, but she chose to go to someone's camp and have beer. Beer is ok, but sometimes people over indulge in it, and that bothers me when my wife does that. The weather is warming up slowly, but it was partly cloudy and I am not sure if it was mostly cloudy or sunny. It's night time now, and the day well spent. I sit here alone typing this into my blog. On my mind is Jessica who had an ATV accident on Thursday night at a friend's house. Although the doctor at the ER said she is ok, I still want to know she is ok. She has chosen to visit her mother on this very weekend, mostly so she can get her prom dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are issues with raising teens that they don't necessarily warn you about. Like teen sexuality. You think you will have the right answer to tell them when they ask, then you discover you don't have any answers. In fact, they already know and have possibly experienced sex without your knowing it. So, you love them where they are at and pray they make more sound choices in their future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184206-111672326440808234?l=mark4kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/111672326440808234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184206&amp;postID=111672326440808234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/111672326440808234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/111672326440808234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/2005/05/daily-thoughts.html' title='Daily thoughts'/><author><name>MarksBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11716860383069281451</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-12184206.post-111672273316415243</id><published>2005-05-21T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T19:45:33.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chillin' at a party with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/293/5903/50/Cub40003.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/293/5903/320/Cub40003.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by Mark himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184206-111672273316415243?l=mark4kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/111672273316415243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184206&amp;postID=111672273316415243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/111672273316415243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/111672273316415243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/2005/05/chillin-at-party-with-friendsposted-by.html' title=''/><author><name>MarksBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11716860383069281451</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-12184206.post-111594311385675324</id><published>2005-05-12T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T19:42:29.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May 12th</title><content type='html'>It would seem that all is well in our little ol' town of Wellsboro. The temperature has dropped to cold again. Dang it! We had been enjoying warm temperatures and sunshine....we still have the sunshine. I have a possible temporary job at Wal-Mart. Don't know when I start yet. Have to go to an orientation, get drug tested, and all of that crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life at Ward is bearable, but a power shift from a nice boss to a dictator style boss has me concerned. I think I shall butt heads with him by the end of the year, and maybe get fired. My colleague agrees. Still, it is a job, and it does pay the bills. Just wish I had someplace else to go. Especially interesting would be aerospace or avionics mechanical engineering. Love that sort of thing you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to organize a graduation party for my #3 daughter graduating this June. I plan on sharing the party with my brother who's step son is also graduating...sort of pool our efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelli may have a job at the Hospital. It would be a really good job for her to have. I hope they see in her a good worker. I pray they call her this week to tell her she has the job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184206-111594311385675324?l=mark4kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/111594311385675324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184206&amp;postID=111594311385675324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/111594311385675324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/111594311385675324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/2005/05/may-12th.html' title='May 12th'/><author><name>MarksBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11716860383069281451</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-12184206.post-111594466422817096</id><published>2005-05-12T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T19:37:44.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/5739/640/Formal001%20%283%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/274/5739/320/Formal001%20%283%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo of Step daughter, Myself, and her date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;Hello&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/12184206-111594466422817096?l=mark4kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/111594466422817096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184206&amp;postID=111594466422817096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/111594466422817096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/111594466422817096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/2005/05/photo-of-step-daughter-myself-and-her.html' title=''/><author><name>MarksBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11716860383069281451</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-12184206.post-111482542870659604</id><published>2005-04-29T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T20:43:48.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Colder Friday- normal for here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love this blog stuff. Someday I will learn how to do everything in it.&lt;br /&gt;Today is Friday,  and it is cold, but the right temperature for April. We are very tight on money these days with Kelli out of work except for a 15 hour per week job at a submarine sandwich shop. I pray for relief for this soon because my earnings are not sufficient to run everything here without severely cutting back on stuff we like to do and are used to having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I feel alone, like I am the only one who hasn't given up the fight to keep going. I know this is foolish thinking, Kelli is doing all she can to help out. There have been some prospects for her in this tight Pennsylvania job market. I pray she gets a job, and one she likes doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows how much time God has given each of us on this planet. So we strive to make the best of each day, mindful that He is the source of all good things, and will provide for all of our needs. I pray each day for Kelli and the girls because I know this must be equally tough on them. As a provider oriented kind of guy, I see it as my job to make them happy. God will give me the drive to accomplish my goals. I thank God for our friends and our family. I thank God for our church family who have given unselfishly to help us out. This may be a small town, but it has a big heart in its people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184206-111482542870659604?l=mark4kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/111482542870659604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184206&amp;postID=111482542870659604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/111482542870659604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/111482542870659604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/2005/04/colder-friday-normal-for-here.html' title='Colder Friday- normal for here'/><author><name>MarksBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11716860383069281451</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-12184206.post-111368159816722810</id><published>2005-04-16T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T20:35:16.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>April 16th blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's another sunny day, only warmer...about 70Â° I believe. Took my step-daughter to the Emergency Room for a back related injury. They gave her medication and sent her home to rest. Nothing they can do, so they say. I begin to wonder about the medical profession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelli works a double today. It has to be making her tired. I know we need the extra money right now, but I miss her greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this time of year. The farmers are all out in the fields, busting ground for the year's crops. Then they spray liquid shit on it to add nutrients to the soil for growing corn and cattle feed. Needless to say, the odor can be something objectionable, yet without it, we'd have no food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our two dogs have been enjoying basking in the sunshine. My oldest dog is a male Yorkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184206-111368159816722810?l=mark4kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/111368159816722810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184206&amp;postID=111368159816722810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/111368159816722810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/111368159816722810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/2005/04/april-16th-blog.html' title='April 16th blog'/><author><name>MarksBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11716860383069281451</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-12184206.post-111352660439170610</id><published>2005-04-14T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T19:58:29.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Thoughts of Mark</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The things each day brings is just a small speck in the fabric of time. We can neither forsee them, nor stop them from coming. That's just the way it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a nice sunny day. I spent most of it at work doing not much at all. I have a good job, but it does not always produce work for me to do, so I have to create stuff to do and look busy. My day started at 06:00 AM, and I arrived at work about 15 minutes early. This hasn't been the norm for me for months, but as the days grow longer in this part of the hemisphere, it gets easier. Warmer days, however, make it harder to remain at work without taking a vacation day, but I anticipate a nice summer so I want to have vacation to take advantage of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Ginny from Singapore loves to fish apparently, Our trout fishing season starts here in Pennsylvania on Saturday. I don't have my license, but perhaps I can get that on pay day and go fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to post a photo now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12184206-111352660439170610?l=mark4kelli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/feeds/111352660439170610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12184206&amp;postID=111352660439170610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/111352660439170610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12184206/posts/default/111352660439170610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mark4kelli.blogspot.com/2005/04/daily-thoughts-of-mark.html' title='Daily Thoughts of Mark'/><author><name>MarksBlog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11716860383069281451</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>
