<?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-7215513389535613009</id><updated>2012-05-13T18:48:08.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Here to There</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhoule.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7215513389535613009/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhoule.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MHoule56</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03040212612239409274</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7215513389535613009.post-1528502156488370287</id><published>2012-05-13T18:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-13T18:48:08.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking Up is Hard To Do</title><content type='html'>I've been having the most intense, realistic dreams over the past few months.  They're not frightening in the least (at least I don't recall them being frightening), and are sometimes funny - I know in a few instances I've actually laughed out loud while sleeping.&amp;nbsp; But the HAVE been somewhat disconcerting - they involve people I know, and people I don't know - and sometimes people I haven't seen or spoken with for decades.  Sometimes the location is familiar (a room in my childhood home, for instance) and sometimes I have no idea where I am.  Even in the dream I'm lost.  But despite the intensity of these dreams, most of the time I just don't want to the dream to end -&amp;nbsp; I want to find out what happens next!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As I'm waking from these dreams, I'm desperately thinking about how I need to write everything down so that I don't forget any of it.  By the time I'm awake, I've already lost most of the plot, and am too damn lazy to roll over and grab a pen and paper.  And then, within a few minutes, the details of the dream are gone.  Very frustrating - I'm always certain as I'm waking that the details will tell me something that has otherwise been eluding me.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll need to fall asleep with pen in hand.  Doesn't hurt to be prepared, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7215513389535613009-1528502156488370287?l=mhoule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhoule.blogspot.com/feeds/1528502156488370287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mhoule.blogspot.com/2012/05/waking-up-is-hard-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7215513389535613009/posts/default/1528502156488370287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7215513389535613009/posts/default/1528502156488370287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhoule.blogspot.com/2012/05/waking-up-is-hard-to-do.html' title='Waking Up is Hard To Do'/><author><name>MHoule56</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03040212612239409274</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-7215513389535613009.post-2081394507166544877</id><published>2012-05-12T20:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-12T20:17:00.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is About Passages</title><content type='html'>We go all go through stages in our lives then things seem to change at an amazing pace.  And then there are times when we feel as though we're simply reliving the same day over and over again.  I think those slower times are intentional.  If we lived at a rate of constant change, the changes themselves would become mundane - overlooked, and unappreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the big changes - the passage from one stage in your life to the next - that keep us all going forward.  The curiosity about what's coming next is what makes life interesting.  And the memories of those stages we've been through - and in some cases "survived" - are what we build on as we move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If those passages hadn't occured in our lives, we would not be where we are - we would not be WHO we are, right at this moment.  And there's no way to ever know if that's a good thing, or a bad thing.  It's just life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7215513389535613009-2081394507166544877?l=mhoule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhoule.blogspot.com/feeds/2081394507166544877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mhoule.blogspot.com/2012/05/life-is-about-passages.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7215513389535613009/posts/default/2081394507166544877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7215513389535613009/posts/default/2081394507166544877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhoule.blogspot.com/2012/05/life-is-about-passages.html' title='Life is About Passages'/><author><name>MHoule56</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03040212612239409274</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-7215513389535613009.post-5629017998231888190</id><published>2012-03-02T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-05-12T20:20:08.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sedona Trip with Teenage Sons</title><content type='html'>I don't remember the last time I had to get up at 5:00 a.m., but I'm glad I don't have to do it very often. The limo (i.e. fancy taxi) picked us up at 5:45 and we drove to the airport in relative silence.  It's tough to be chatty with half-asleep teenagers at that time of day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7215513389535613009-5629017998231888190?l=mhoule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhoule.blogspot.com/feeds/5629017998231888190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mhoule.blogspot.com/2012/05/sedona-trip-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7215513389535613009/posts/default/5629017998231888190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7215513389535613009/posts/default/5629017998231888190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhoule.blogspot.com/2012/05/sedona-trip-day-1.html' title='Sedona Trip with Teenage Sons'/><author><name>MHoule56</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03040212612239409274</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><georss:featurename>Sedona, AZ, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>34.8697395 -111.7609896</georss:point><georss:box>34.817628500000005 -111.8399536 34.9218505 -111.6820256</georss:box></entry></feed>