<?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/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21943605.post3673256559959863462..comments</id><updated>2008-09-17T21:21:54.844-07:00</updated><category term='Capital One'/><category term='transition'/><category term='Chevy Chase Bank'/><title type='text'>Comments on N8ivWarrior: Life and Death</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.n8iv.net/feeds/3673256559959863462/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21943605/3673256559959863462/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.n8iv.net/2008/09/life-and-death.html'/><author><name>John Burkholder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11325179511266530783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q66ZT8lhZi4/S57GbyaGibI/AAAAAAAAACg/e686je2CX4c/s1600-R/AmericanEagle.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21943605.post-1334607561023104650</id><published>2008-09-17T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:21:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey there. I'm really glad to see you blogging wit...</title><content type='html'>Hey there. I'm really glad to see you blogging with some regularity these days. You're a really, truly, good writer. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I'm 27 years old. My dad, an Irish immigrant who worked 30 years hard manual labor doing construction, a body that's kinda broken down these days, had a part in my birth when he was 39 years old. He's now 66. He's a tremendous presence in my life. If you had a kid, you'd be 69 as he'd type this, if he were me. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I was an 'oops'. My mom had me when she was 33. They're both still kicking, living life to it's fullest. The 60's today aren't the 60's in the 80's or even 90's. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;If there's an itch, why not scratch it. Remember, 'Michael' is a solid, strong name.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21943605/3673256559959863462/comments/default/1334607561023104650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21943605/3673256559959863462/comments/default/1334607561023104650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.n8iv.net/2008/09/life-and-death.html?showComment=1221711660000#c1334607561023104650' title=''/><author><name>Mickey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05292432520502321068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y253/mickerdoo/DSC00010.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.n8iv.net/2008/09/life-and-death.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21943605.post-3673256559959863462' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21943605/posts/default/3673256559959863462' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-63318814'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21943605.post-7671103841059974746</id><published>2008-09-12T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T12:44:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOTHERS&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Real Mothers don't eat quiche; they...</title><content type='html'>MOTHERS&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Real Mothers don't eat quiche; they don't have time to make it.&lt;BR/&gt;Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils are probably in the&lt;BR/&gt;sandbox.&lt;BR/&gt;Real Mothers often have sticky floors, filthy ovens and happy kids.&lt;BR/&gt;Real Mothers know that dried play dough doesn't come out of carpets.&lt;BR/&gt;Real Mothers don't want to know what the vacuum just sucked up.&lt;BR/&gt;Real Mothers sometimes ask 'Why me?' and get their answer when a little&lt;BR/&gt;voice says,  'Because I love you best.'&lt;BR/&gt;Real Mothers know that a child's growth is not measured by height or&lt;BR/&gt;years or grade...It is marked by the progression of Mommy to Mom to&lt;BR/&gt;Mother...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;    4 YEARS OF AGE - My Mommy can do anything!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;    8 YEARS OF AGE - My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;    12 YEARS OF AGE - My Mother doesn't really know quite everything.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;    14 YEARS OF AGE - Naturally, Mother doesn't know that, either.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;    16 YEARS OF AGE - Mother? She's hopelessly old-fashioned.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;    18 YEARS OF AGE - That old woman? She's way out of date!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;   25 YEARS OF AGE - Well, she might know a little bit about it!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;   35 YEARS OF AGE - Before we decide, let's get Mom's opinion.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;   45 YEARS OF AGE - Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;   65 YEARS OF AGE - Wish I could talk it over with Mom.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21943605/3673256559959863462/comments/default/7671103841059974746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21943605/3673256559959863462/comments/default/7671103841059974746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.n8iv.net/2008/09/life-and-death.html?showComment=1221248640000#c7671103841059974746' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.n8iv.net/2008/09/life-and-death.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21943605.post-3673256559959863462' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21943605/posts/default/3673256559959863462' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-638874303'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21943605.post-7441570491523846484</id><published>2008-09-12T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T12:31:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I had to delete my last comment due to my raging h...</title><content type='html'>I had to delete my last comment due to my raging hormones...so crazy how we women get when we approach 35...oh wait...I'm only 30. Silly me...perhaps making a list of all the pros and cons would be so helpful...I mean its a little late out of the gate since I'va already raised three children who's mother died and another one of my own. I really should have stopped to weigh that one. I mean I should have thought about the fact that I would have to give up my college education, my career, sleep, sanity, time and affection to raise three motherless children. I mean, they would have been fine right? &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;And man what a doozy it was to have my own kid. I mean geez, that was such a mistake. The sleepless nights, the schlepping, the well, parenting...so not worth it, right?&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;But then I guess I would have had to do without the amazing experience of creating a human being inside my own body and looking into that child's eyes and feeling love that no human can ever describe unless they have felt it and that one mother on EARTH could regret... but hey, that's just me and my list.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I mean who cares if instead of "Loving Mother" your tombstone reads "Got to sleep late, travel, and be completely calm all my life" Yeah...I really missed that boat.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21943605/3673256559959863462/comments/default/7441570491523846484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21943605/3673256559959863462/comments/default/7441570491523846484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.n8iv.net/2008/09/life-and-death.html?showComment=1221247860000#c7441570491523846484' title=''/><author><name>Queen Such n Such</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662626440304221940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qiSUdWVybNY/SMqfXfwpgkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3vsFJPvEvys/S220/andis+avatar.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.n8iv.net/2008/09/life-and-death.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21943605.post-3673256559959863462' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21943605/posts/default/3673256559959863462' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1181135657'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21943605.post-7824327528076165687</id><published>2008-09-12T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T12:20:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This comment has been removed by the author.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21943605/3673256559959863462/comments/default/7824327528076165687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21943605/3673256559959863462/comments/default/7824327528076165687'/><author><name>Queen Such n Such</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16662626440304221940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qiSUdWVybNY/SMqfXfwpgkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3vsFJPvEvys/S220/andis+avatar.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.n8iv.net/2008/09/life-and-death.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21943605.post-3673256559959863462' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21943605/posts/default/3673256559959863462' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.contentRemoved' value='true'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1181135657'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21943605.post-5380446650500568870</id><published>2008-09-12T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T11:55:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well all I can say about this is:&lt;br&gt;A discussion ...</title><content type='html'>Well all I can say about this is:&lt;BR/&gt;A discussion on kids, how many etc. should have been decided prior to the marriage or saying I do. &lt;BR/&gt;Once women reach 35 + they go through this phase like needing to have this child no matter what - women's hormones raging. &lt;BR/&gt;Lots of people have kids over 40 and love it as it keeps them younger and mobile. Basically bottom line, do you want to enjoy the rest of your years enjoying life with your wife and traveling the world etc. or are you ready to dedicate another 18-20 years to another child.&lt;BR/&gt; You basically have to sit down and do a sheet of the pros and cons that is the only way to work it out realistically speaking that is.  I went through this 2 years ago after 2 miscarriages and we both decided that hubby was going to have a vasectomy and it has been a blessing.  If I did have another child, I have to realize I am not as young as I used to be and will get irritated easily with getting up in the wee hours of the morning, taking the kid out for all their sports games, parent and teacher night etc. and that can be draining in the long run.&lt;BR/&gt;It is a tough decision and unfortunately once it is done there is no going back.  You are not selfish but realistic and on one hand I can understand your wives point of view and on the other, yours as well.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21943605/3673256559959863462/comments/default/5380446650500568870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21943605/3673256559959863462/comments/default/5380446650500568870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.n8iv.net/2008/09/life-and-death.html?showComment=1221245700000#c5380446650500568870' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.n8iv.net/2008/09/life-and-death.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21943605.post-3673256559959863462' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21943605/posts/default/3673256559959863462' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1432848458'/></entry></feed>
