<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786825014621743055</id><updated>2009-02-21T01:29:24.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fell In Love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786825014621743055/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></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-3786825014621743055.post-3270057714927059302</id><published>2007-07-08T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T09:20:46.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jersey Trip pt 1</title><content type='html'>The trip to the wedding was a great time.  We left early and a relaxing ride, listening to music and chatting.  I gave D the complete rundown on everybody that we were bound to meet up with during the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to K's and dropped off the car - it had more problems than I thought, but its good to have a relative in the business.  We went back to my Ma's had some White Castle burgers and just relaxed a bit.  It was D's first meeting of J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then onto M's house.  That was great as well.  A casual conversation around the breakfast bar.  Ma stayed for a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed north and I decided to give D the tour.  A full blown experience of where I grew up.  We drove by my aunt's house and she was outside.  We pulled in for a quick visit.  It was a nice casual conversation.  I do think everybody enjoys our company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3786825014621743055-3270057714927059302?l=fellinlovewithyou.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3270057714927059302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3786825014621743055&amp;postID=3270057714927059302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786825014621743055/posts/default/3270057714927059302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786825014621743055/posts/default/3270057714927059302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2007/07/jersey-trip-pt-1.html' title='The Jersey Trip pt 1'/><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12238835292316820436'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786825014621743055.post-8005590287909481636</id><published>2007-06-19T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T04:30:32.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A groove exposes itself</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how the utterance of a phrase has the power to turn things.  Never underestimate the power of your words.  We've been grooving in a way that is beyond my understanding - hence the lack of posts.  I think last night there were so many moments when we just realized that the simple things are the important things.  Watching I do her dives to a silly canter - or just treading water in the pool within eyesight of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gentle lean that says - come in and relax, the nights not over or I taking out the photos.  Planning another meal - you get the fish, I'll get the slaw mix. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is brewing here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3786825014621743055-8005590287909481636?l=fellinlovewithyou.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8005590287909481636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3786825014621743055&amp;postID=8005590287909481636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786825014621743055/posts/default/8005590287909481636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786825014621743055/posts/default/8005590287909481636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2007/06/groove-exposes-itself.html' title='A groove exposes itself'/><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12238835292316820436'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786825014621743055.post-2363436483031480263</id><published>2007-06-03T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T20:02:58.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving</title><content type='html'>When the heart skips a beat and you start to think of the possibility&lt;br /&gt;When you wish you could take back the cries and the pain&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find the words - make it better yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the dark - knowing that your not alone - and that somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Out there&lt;br /&gt;Is a side that makes you feel&lt;br /&gt;What could be&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for patience - make it through the day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3786825014621743055-2363436483031480263?l=fellinlovewithyou.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2363436483031480263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3786825014621743055&amp;postID=2363436483031480263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786825014621743055/posts/default/2363436483031480263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786825014621743055/posts/default/2363436483031480263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2007/06/loving.html' title='Loving'/><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12238835292316820436'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786825014621743055.post-3429968988636146078</id><published>2007-06-03T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T20:06:54.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One More</title><content type='html'>The gig on Friday started with Del Shannon's "Runaway" - I could not have been more happy.   A  dialog between the singer and drummer - balls to the wall funky guitar - a plea from the bass player to get us out of this riff - all the while the singer leaning back - looking down to the right - it was a moment -- what a moment.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3786825014621743055-3429968988636146078?l=fellinlovewithyou.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3429968988636146078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3786825014621743055&amp;postID=3429968988636146078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786825014621743055/posts/default/3429968988636146078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786825014621743055/posts/default/3429968988636146078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-more.html' title='One More'/><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12238835292316820436'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786825014621743055.post-6534579303655601326</id><published>2007-06-03T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T05:32:21.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>After a bit of ups and downs - I finally said that I love you.  It took a bit of time away, for me to realize that what was before me was real and that I had maintained a distance for one of many different reasons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to say that I stayed home and cried - but I did or that I went on a few dates that were disasters - but they were - and then arrived at this great realization.  I don't want the lives of loved ones around me to make it seem like they are the reason.   I think back to the millions of lines of poetry that talk about love and its power.  And early love is a wonderful thing  - better than any human experience and the sense of peace runs deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now with the proclamation delivered - and at the same time - a level of trust wounded by the distance that caused the declaration - we wait in 'joyful hope' - see where it takes us - and find a moment that does not have some kind of plan - but just is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3786825014621743055-6534579303655601326?l=fellinlovewithyou.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fellinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6534579303655601326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3786825014621743055&amp;postID=6534579303655601326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786825014621743055/posts/default/6534579303655601326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3786825014621743055/posts/default/6534579303655601326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fellinlovewithyou.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12238835292316820436'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>