<?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-5110857492574503587</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:27:45.498-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life And Times Of C S Martin</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cm115</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290596092717649856</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>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5110857492574503587.post-3722899164280980604</id><published>2010-02-08T12:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T12:26:20.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI2NTY1NzA3NDM1NCZwdD*xMjY1NjU3MTc3NzU2JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*3MTFhNWM*ODg2OGM*/YzA5OWFjN2JmMmQ3YWVkYjEyNCZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px;text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;embed width="480" height="360" src="http://static.pbsrc.com/flash/rss_slideshow.swf" flashvars="rssFeed=http%3A%2F%2Ffeed924.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fad84%2Fcm115%2Ffeed.rss" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" &gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/redirect/album?showShareLB=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.pbsrc.com/share/icons/embed/btn_geturs.gif" style="border:none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/cm115" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.pbsrc.com/share/icons/embed/btn_viewall.gif" style="border:none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5110857492574503587-3722899164280980604?l=csmartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/feeds/3722899164280980604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5110857492574503587&amp;postID=3722899164280980604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/3722899164280980604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/3722899164280980604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>cm115</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290596092717649856</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-5110857492574503587.post-8194288989757135983</id><published>2010-01-22T11:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T11:30:17.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fall of the Leaves Upon Me!</title><content type='html'>A long as the days came, and the nights passed, I kept my promise. I stood by the tiny box she was in, with her picture etched on the side, and pledged. "As long as I live, I will always live where the snow flies, and the winters come. When I pass, we will be buried together. I miss you, puppy!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the hills where my body will lay; far from the city, and far from the roads, where only visitors afoot may see the stone which will be placed above me, for I have always hated the bustle of the urban setting, and have always dreamed of my ranch of thousands of acres, where someday, below some lonely tree, on some ridge, there would be a spot for me and my dearest of people. Not unlike the grave of my grandmother. Remote, and thousands of miles from anywhere, but yet, home is right there! "The last thing I had put in my will was to have her placed next to me, in the ground where I would be for ever on. A dog so faithful should deserve such a home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C S Martin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5110857492574503587-8194288989757135983?l=csmartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/feeds/8194288989757135983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5110857492574503587&amp;postID=8194288989757135983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/8194288989757135983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/8194288989757135983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/2010/01/fall-of-leaves-upon-me.html' title='The Fall of the Leaves Upon Me!'/><author><name>cm115</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290596092717649856</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-5110857492574503587.post-82175609180155858</id><published>2008-09-15T13:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T13:22:16.022-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Am</title><content type='html'>I am at&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=51.050911,+-113.948028"&gt;http://maps.google.com/maps?q=51.050911,+-113.948028&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;C S Martin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5110857492574503587-82175609180155858?l=csmartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/feeds/82175609180155858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5110857492574503587&amp;postID=82175609180155858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/82175609180155858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/82175609180155858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/2008/09/here-i-am.html' title='Here I Am'/><author><name>cm115</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290596092717649856</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-5110857492574503587.post-5482129642381097666</id><published>2008-09-15T13:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T13:19:48.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cold Day Through The Warm Atmosphere</title><content type='html'>Quietly, I awake, and there you are! I moved, you move me, then again, I sleep! A flu overcomes me, and I sleep! The sound awakens, and you wake and leave! I do not feel well, so I too must go! I return to my closest kin, and I rest! Here I am, and here I lay, sore, and resting! Sorrowly resting!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Posted with &lt;a href='http://lifecast.sleepydog.net'&gt;LifeCast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5110857492574503587-5482129642381097666?l=csmartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/feeds/5482129642381097666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5110857492574503587&amp;postID=5482129642381097666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/5482129642381097666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/5482129642381097666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/2008/09/cold-day-through-warm-atmosphere.html' title='A Cold Day Through The Warm Atmosphere'/><author><name>cm115</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290596092717649856</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-5110857492574503587.post-8999198380844331109</id><published>2008-09-15T12:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T12:54:02.592-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead To This World</title><content type='html'>I lay here now, dead to this world, as sick as a dog. A dog? Sick? No, but he shores loudly as he lay by the window quietly gazing out into the same big world I wish I was out in!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Posted with &lt;a href='http://lifecast.sleepydog.net'&gt;LifeCast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5110857492574503587-8999198380844331109?l=csmartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/feeds/8999198380844331109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5110857492574503587&amp;postID=8999198380844331109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/8999198380844331109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/8999198380844331109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/2008/09/dead-to-this-world.html' title='Dead To This World'/><author><name>cm115</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290596092717649856</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-5110857492574503587.post-6889052708339747711</id><published>2008-08-07T10:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:30:08.202-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Circle</title><content type='html'>The Circle&lt;p&gt;How may be the days to which will pass before mine eyes before you and  &lt;br&gt;I exchange that which represents the bond which will never be broken?  &lt;br&gt;I hope for very well. I know there are days which only get better, and  &lt;br&gt;not worse; I know there is not a bad day given to me in your presence.&lt;p&gt;Our time is a gift which I would not exchange for any other blessing  &lt;br&gt;in this world, and our faith is shared together as a strength. Will  &lt;br&gt;the one who birthed you see that we belong? Yes! Will the one who  &lt;br&gt;shares the symbol of the ring with her give you away? I can only hope.&lt;p&gt;What kind of man am I to be in your eyes? What kind of man have I  &lt;br&gt;become for your heart? Am I who God has made me to be? Never! Never  &lt;br&gt;will I stop growing in him, and therefore, I shall not stop growing  &lt;br&gt;for you.&lt;p&gt;Soon you will be! Soon, I will be also. Many people wait for us to be  &lt;br&gt;next, and for those many people, I will not let down! The time will be  &lt;br&gt;soon when you and I are not known as apart, but together; forever!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;C S Martin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5110857492574503587-6889052708339747711?l=csmartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/feeds/6889052708339747711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5110857492574503587&amp;postID=6889052708339747711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/6889052708339747711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/6889052708339747711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/2008/08/circle.html' title='The Circle'/><author><name>cm115</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290596092717649856</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-5110857492574503587.post-6563479710486617228</id><published>2008-05-02T01:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T01:48:05.905-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Your love...my body; your love, my verb.</title><content type='html'>Your love...my body; your love, my verb.&lt;p&gt;Am I the one you had imagined? Am I now your pleasure? For what is it  &lt;br&gt;to be that I may be the one you admire? And be it, I may seem to be  &lt;br&gt;all that a woman would desire, so as easy as it be, I find myself in  &lt;br&gt;your arms, and you, so easily in mine. I have grown to not know  &lt;br&gt;anymore. I do not know if it is love that you feel, or may it be that  &lt;br&gt;it is lust? Do you know what the words are that are written on my arm?  &lt;br&gt;Did you see, as you explored my body; did you see that I wear my heart  &lt;br&gt;on my sleeve? Or was it mere ink? What do those symbols mean? What is  &lt;br&gt;in my heart? What is in yours, I do not know!&lt;p&gt;As for you, I know that it is not lust you feel. I pity you, for you,  &lt;br&gt;my dear girl, you are so confused by your heart. &amp;quot;How is it so? How is  &lt;br&gt;it that I have fallen so in love with one I feel I know intimately,  &lt;br&gt;and yet, it is as though I do not know this one at all?&amp;quot; My dear, I  &lt;br&gt;know that is the question in the cavity inside you which is  &lt;br&gt;momentairly filled by the beat from within your chest. A flash! A  &lt;br&gt;flash and it is gone! The hole becomes! Again, it becomes! Void!  &lt;br&gt;Hollow!  You are in love with me, and yet, you do not know me! You do  &lt;br&gt;not know me, yet, you love him. Me! I do not know him! He does not  &lt;br&gt;know me, and yet, he and I are one and the same! Two men, one body!  &lt;br&gt;Two futures, two destinies, and two girls. Two, of whom, love the same  &lt;br&gt;body, but different men!&lt;p&gt;You, I do not have to tell! I know you do not have to ask. For the  &lt;br&gt;words written on my arm, you already know from deep within your heart.  &lt;br&gt;In your eyes, I can see that the seed is there. Let it grow. Become  &lt;br&gt;fertile to receive it, and it will grow! A mere whisper will set off a  &lt;br&gt;fire which you have waited for through your whole life.&lt;p&gt;Before you, I have not known one to know my passion, but it will still  &lt;br&gt;take time for you to understand where my passion has come from. Who  &lt;br&gt;was the hand who has sculpted all that I am? What was ordained when  &lt;br&gt;life was breathed into me? Sometimes, I know that I have forgotton,  &lt;br&gt;but most times, I forget that I know!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;C S Martin&lt;br&gt;chadmartin.delcarmenproductions.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5110857492574503587-6563479710486617228?l=csmartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/feeds/6563479710486617228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5110857492574503587&amp;postID=6563479710486617228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/6563479710486617228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/6563479710486617228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/2008/05/your-lovemy-body-your-love-my-verb.html' title='Your love...my body; your love, my verb.'/><author><name>cm115</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290596092717649856</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-5110857492574503587.post-8135829375996528574</id><published>2008-04-24T09:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T12:38:36.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Corazon</title><content type='html'>Mi Corazon&lt;p&gt;As this day has come again, my love, my heart beats to the changing of  &lt;br&gt;your voice. Twenty seven years earlier, the world was not ready for a  &lt;br&gt;man who would rise up to love you as I have. The song is played, and  &lt;br&gt;there you are. You were there the day she passed on, You were there  &lt;br&gt;the days of sorrow, and in my shame, you have been there. Through the  &lt;br&gt;days of great, you remain. You have been with me day in, and day out,  &lt;br&gt;and still, I only want you. The same words have come from your voice  &lt;br&gt;again and again, yet, I do not grow tired of you. My mother always  &lt;br&gt;knew you would become a part of me, but you did not just do so. You  &lt;br&gt;became who I am!&lt;p&gt;You make me smile, and you draw tears from my eyes. When I hear the  &lt;br&gt;bow pass along the strings of the cello, I hear you breathe. When the  &lt;br&gt;pick plucks on the mandolin, I hear the diamonds you wear. The guitar  &lt;br&gt;is the harmony of your voice, and the piano, your poise. How strong  &lt;br&gt;you are when your heart beats through the percussion of a drum. Alas,  &lt;br&gt;my love, you are my misery, for of the flesh, my love, you are not! No  &lt;br&gt;matter how beautifully you sing to me, to some great extent, you can  &lt;br&gt;not replace, nor satisfy!&lt;p&gt;Still, although you are my true love; my true passion, out there, she  &lt;br&gt;remains. I do not know her, but she will know me. She will know what  &lt;br&gt;my words mean, and who you are. My love, the one for me will know your  &lt;br&gt;place in my life, and will know that you are who I am. She will know  &lt;br&gt;how deeply you move me, and so she, herself will be moved!&lt;p&gt;As she stands out there still, she will know that she is mine well  &lt;br&gt;before I know her, as she will know that you alone are my passion, and  &lt;br&gt;will fall in love with me for it! My love you are, but my heart she is  &lt;br&gt;yet to take. I can only dream of the day when I am shown that there is  &lt;br&gt;one who loves me at a capacity which no other could possibly understand.&lt;p&gt;My song, my melody, and my rhyme, my love you are; mi corazon!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;C S Martin&lt;br&gt;chadmartin.delcarmenproductions.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5110857492574503587-8135829375996528574?l=csmartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/feeds/8135829375996528574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5110857492574503587&amp;postID=8135829375996528574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/8135829375996528574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/8135829375996528574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/2008/04/mi-corazon.html' title='Mi Corazon'/><author><name>cm115</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290596092717649856</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-5110857492574503587.post-2533717432717200149</id><published>2008-03-17T02:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T02:27:41.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why the hell are you hiding from me?</title><content type='html'>Why the hell are you hiding from me?&lt;p&gt;I just saw you! You were right there! I walked up to that microphone  &lt;br&gt;tonight, I looked up, a song just about came out, and that&amp;#39;s when I  &lt;br&gt;saw you! God damned it! Enigma, stop doing this. I know who you are,  &lt;br&gt;and I will find you! I&amp;#39;m closer than ever. I&amp;#39;m climbing that mountain,  &lt;br&gt;and it&amp;#39;s snowing hard now, but I&amp;#39;m still coming, so be prepared!&lt;p&gt;We fought eachother hard today! It has been a while, but not by  &lt;br&gt;choice! If you are convinced that you can pull me down, you&amp;#39;re wrong!  &lt;br&gt;Where is it that I stand that you ASSUME that I cannot see your game?  &lt;br&gt;For it is with the swipe of a card that I will taste that burning pain  &lt;br&gt;again, and I cannot wait! The drink calls to me, and the hurt tears at  &lt;br&gt;me. You have no idea, Enigma, you have no idea what you do to me! Why  &lt;br&gt;do you not tell her who you are? Are you afraid? I know your secrets,  &lt;br&gt;I can expose you! I know she only knows you as &amp;#39;E&amp;#39;!  You coward! But  &lt;br&gt;yet, I know! I understand! Again, you will never have her, yet you  &lt;br&gt;want her! She is not the one! You will know her by the song!&lt;p&gt;And so it is, I turn to music, and I shall dream of whiskey! The stage  &lt;br&gt;will come, Enigma, it is closer than you can dream! You saw me there  &lt;br&gt;tonight! It was me who was about to let it all release into that  &lt;br&gt;microphone! The stage, it calls to me, buy for now, I drug myself with  &lt;br&gt;music made by others, and I dream of the sweet burning pain of the  &lt;br&gt;whiskey I want so badly!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;C S Martin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5110857492574503587-2533717432717200149?l=csmartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/feeds/2533717432717200149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5110857492574503587&amp;postID=2533717432717200149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/2533717432717200149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/2533717432717200149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-hell-are-you-hiding-from-me.html' title='Why the hell are you hiding from me?'/><author><name>cm115</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290596092717649856</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-5110857492574503587.post-4478866877721493513</id><published>2008-03-16T01:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T21:28:19.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A time to cry.</title><content type='html'>A time to cry.&lt;p&gt;So here I am laying here on the couch of  the friends whom I have let  &lt;br&gt;down, and yet, they accept me for who I am. For it is they who are  &lt;br&gt;more Christlike than I could ever hope to be. And what is it that the  &lt;br&gt;setting sun has offered that could be so beautiful as your rise again  &lt;br&gt;the next day? Could the despair be so bleak as to never see light  &lt;br&gt;again? Oh, how she makes by heart beat, how her words are as the ebb  &lt;br&gt;to my flow. So lovely is she that I can not see! I have told her that  &lt;br&gt;I am a poet; but not, and nor, am I! I simply love the flow of the  &lt;br&gt;words at my fingertips.&lt;p&gt;Fear consumes my career, and yet, I do not have faith! I fail again.  &lt;br&gt;It is hope and faith on my arm, my two girls, yet, I have forgotten  &lt;br&gt;their names! Hope, and Faith! Hope and Faith! My girls! Do I wear by  &lt;br&gt;heart on my sleeve? As it is, it is so.&lt;p&gt;A new stage comes into my day, and it is a stage which follows the  &lt;br&gt;setting sun. Stage West! Do I fear? Hope? Faith? Do you abound within  &lt;br&gt;me? I should want you to know!&lt;p&gt;For now, I will pass to the night, remembering of Jocelyn, and the  &lt;br&gt;sparrows which brought me home! I shall remember the god who brought  &lt;br&gt;me here in the first place!&lt;p&gt;As I listen to this familiar voice singing new songs, I see this as a  &lt;br&gt;time to pray...a time to cry!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;C S Martin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5110857492574503587-4478866877721493513?l=csmartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/feeds/4478866877721493513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5110857492574503587&amp;postID=4478866877721493513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/4478866877721493513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/4478866877721493513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-to-cry.html' title='A time to cry.'/><author><name>cm115</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290596092717649856</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-5110857492574503587.post-2889265642998076104</id><published>2008-03-03T00:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T00:47:48.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C S Martin - or me?</title><content type='html'>C S Martin - or me?&lt;p&gt;A simple entry is to be written here. My blog is going to take a new  &lt;br&gt;(old) direction. I am going to let C S Martin speak more through it.  &lt;br&gt;It will become a blend of the words of the day, and the words of the  &lt;br&gt;heart. For it is now that the sun shines warm enough to lay in waiting  &lt;br&gt;for the rains to come and cleanse the grime from these days. The snow  &lt;br&gt;has passed, and with it, the secrets held under it&amp;#39;s pristine surface.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;C S Martin&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://csmartin.blogspot.com"&gt;http://csmartin.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5110857492574503587-2889265642998076104?l=csmartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/feeds/2889265642998076104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5110857492574503587&amp;postID=2889265642998076104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/2889265642998076104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/2889265642998076104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/2008/03/c-s-martin-or-me.html' title='C S Martin - or me?'/><author><name>cm115</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290596092717649856</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-5110857492574503587.post-7151182654941460534</id><published>2008-03-02T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T13:28:03.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day full of new opportunity!</title><content type='html'>A day full of new opportunity!&lt;p&gt;So yeah! What does a guy say about a kickass day like yesterday? Let&amp;#39;s  &lt;br&gt;start off by saying this....&lt;p&gt;So I went to Chestrtmere to meet about part time work running a  &lt;br&gt;portable climbing wall. I met with the guy, and it looks like I  &lt;br&gt;definitely got it. I ended up staying for four hours to work for him  &lt;br&gt;belaying. It was absolutely awesome! I love how I end up doing things  &lt;br&gt;I love for money. That is the way the world should be. Work at what  &lt;br&gt;you love, and be happy!&lt;p&gt;After that, I went to Adam&amp;#39;s party and saw his family and we went out  &lt;br&gt;to Blue Like Jazz at West Side Kings Church. That was a well spent ten  &lt;br&gt;bucks! It was very well done! Later, we returned to his house to play  &lt;br&gt;some poker, and hang out. I was in the company of great people, and  &lt;br&gt;one in particular who lead the feel of the whole evening.  It was a  &lt;br&gt;memorable night because of one individual. I do want to let the writer  &lt;br&gt;in me explain how things felt last night, so here he is, ladies and  &lt;br&gt;gentlemen, please welcome C S Martin!!!&lt;p&gt;What then is it that a fool does not see when the sun has set, the  &lt;br&gt;blood flows and the heart beats? How can you say that you are not  &lt;br&gt;enamoured with the eyes of a soul which continue to search into your  &lt;br&gt;own as though it is somewhere within yourself that they may find an  &lt;br&gt;answer? Two dark windows. Two! So alluring are they, that to look into  &lt;br&gt;them is to look through them into something I will grow to want! What  &lt;br&gt;would it be to search so deep into them as though to search for one&amp;#39;s  &lt;br&gt;future? Is it possible? Or does a man know himself to be against the  &lt;br&gt;odds of all other men, and not even try?! For a prize is to be won,  &lt;br&gt;and a prize to be sought is one which would be gained for life, and  &lt;br&gt;give to you new life when the time becomes right! Would it not be so  &lt;br&gt;simple as to just ask and hope to recieve the wanted answer in return?  &lt;br&gt;Aah, but only in a fairy tale can it be so!&lt;p&gt;So there it is. A glimpse into last night!&lt;p&gt;Cheers&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;C S Martin&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://csmartin.blogspot.com"&gt;http://csmartin.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5110857492574503587-7151182654941460534?l=csmartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/feeds/7151182654941460534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5110857492574503587&amp;postID=7151182654941460534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/7151182654941460534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/7151182654941460534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-full-of-new-opportunity.html' title='A day full of new opportunity!'/><author><name>cm115</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290596092717649856</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-5110857492574503587.post-2383517284673452851</id><published>2008-02-29T01:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T01:44:26.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To blog or not to blog...?</title><content type='html'>To blog or not to blog...?&lt;p&gt;What a stupid question! Of course I have time to waste. I have the  &lt;br&gt;option of staying up late because yes, I am now officially freelance.  &lt;br&gt;I love it! I&amp;#39;m back in the game, and I feel like I&amp;#39;m where I belong!  &lt;br&gt;Tomorrow I have a meeting with Kelly in the early afternoon about  &lt;br&gt;freelancing with Frischkorn, than I&amp;#39;m meeting with Gary for coffee.  &lt;br&gt;Okay...so here&amp;#39;s how it goes.&lt;p&gt;I phone Adam to RSVP his birthday, and tell him that I&amp;#39;m back, so I  &lt;br&gt;ask him if he knows anyone looking for freelancers. Because Wally  &lt;br&gt;stepped away from Frish, I hear there is a new guy running Calgary.  &lt;br&gt;Adam says the guy is named Kelly, and Gary has his number. I phone  &lt;br&gt;Gary, and I have a number and a coffee meeting.&lt;p&gt;Next, I phone the number, and as it turns out, I freelance with  &lt;br&gt;Kelly...&amp;quot;oh! That Kelly&amp;quot; at Inland AV. The same Inland AV I have been  &lt;br&gt;wondering about contacting lately. This will be cool! Kelly is a cool  &lt;br&gt;guy, and i look forward to seeing him again when I go to fill out  &lt;br&gt;papers tomorrow!&lt;p&gt;Aside from that, I met with my probable landlord/roommate today at  &lt;br&gt;north hill mall, and he seems pretty cool.  I am totally digging the  &lt;br&gt;idea of living there! May 1st, baby, yeah!&lt;p&gt;Well, that&amp;#39;s all I got for now!&lt;p&gt;Cheers&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;C S Martin&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://csmartin.blogspot.com"&gt;http://csmartin.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5110857492574503587-2383517284673452851?l=csmartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/feeds/2383517284673452851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5110857492574503587&amp;postID=2383517284673452851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/2383517284673452851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/2383517284673452851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-blog-or-not-to-blog_5159.html' title='To blog or not to blog...?'/><author><name>cm115</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290596092717649856</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-5110857492574503587.post-6792309908712209130</id><published>2008-02-27T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:45:29.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss this board - and the industry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfKTQAHGyrM/R8UO3WAPgVI/AAAAAAAAAzI/HosFHyaZiEQ/s1600-h/photo-733059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfKTQAHGyrM/R8UO3WAPgVI/AAAAAAAAAzI/HosFHyaZiEQ/s320/photo-733059.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171556091067072850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5110857492574503587-6792309908712209130?l=csmartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/feeds/6792309908712209130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5110857492574503587&amp;postID=6792309908712209130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/6792309908712209130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/6792309908712209130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-miss-this-board-and-industry.html' title='I miss this board - and the industry!'/><author><name>cm115</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290596092717649856</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfKTQAHGyrM/R8UO3WAPgVI/AAAAAAAAAzI/HosFHyaZiEQ/s72-c/photo-733059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5110857492574503587.post-1818998090745629434</id><published>2008-02-26T14:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T14:59:57.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of Me???</title><content type='html'>The Return of Me???&lt;p&gt;Hey! As if I&amp;#39;m talking to someone, right? Maybe someone is  &lt;br&gt;listening...reading. I&amp;#39;m not sure if I mentioned this, but a new place  &lt;br&gt;to live is in the cards for me now. I am meeting with someone on  &lt;br&gt;Thursday, and if all goes well, I will be moving out for May 1st. It&amp;#39;s  &lt;br&gt;exciting stuff. I don&amp;#39;t know the exact house, but I know what block  &lt;br&gt;it&amp;#39;s on, and I can already say that I love the neighborhood.&lt;p&gt;I also am now officially on the call list for the Directors Guild of  &lt;br&gt;Canada. That&amp;#39;s some pretty sweet stuff. I met Carol after my last  &lt;br&gt;vocal lessons, and even though I don&amp;#39;t have my flagging, she has me on  &lt;br&gt;the list. That means I cant be a pa on the road...which means I get to  &lt;br&gt;do the more exciting jobs. Sweet deal, eh? Oh! I got a call to set up  &lt;br&gt;a meeting with ACA Audio Visual today which means that I am officially  &lt;br&gt;back in the freelance game. Hells yeah!!! The only thing which would  &lt;br&gt;sweeten this cake is a good girl to share it all with.&lt;p&gt;Cheers&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;C S Martin&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://csmartin.blogspot.com"&gt;http://csmartin.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5110857492574503587-1818998090745629434?l=csmartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/feeds/1818998090745629434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5110857492574503587&amp;postID=1818998090745629434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/1818998090745629434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/1818998090745629434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/2008/02/return-of-me_2923.html' title='The Return of Me???'/><author><name>cm115</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290596092717649856</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-5110857492574503587.post-5130340522732309516</id><published>2008-02-23T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T13:31:00.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Day On The Horizon</title><content type='html'>A New Day On The Horizon&lt;p&gt;So as life has come at me, I find myself still hit with this flu. It  &lt;br&gt;has gotten into my lungs, and now, I cough with every breath. I got  &lt;br&gt;back to work only to be hit even harder a week later. I now have been  &lt;br&gt;off for too many days to count. Could I return? Do I want to return?  &lt;br&gt;Yes and no. I want to return...to the stage.&lt;p&gt;I have been taking advantage of my free (laying around incapacitated)  &lt;br&gt;time, and building up a flashy comeback to the AV industry. We will  &lt;br&gt;soon see the return of Chad in the CAREER he loves! For now, I will  &lt;br&gt;continue to journal in my iPod, and post it on the net for you to read.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;C S Martin&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://csmartin.blogspot.com"&gt;http://csmartin.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5110857492574503587-5130340522732309516?l=csmartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/feeds/5130340522732309516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5110857492574503587&amp;postID=5130340522732309516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/5130340522732309516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/5130340522732309516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-day-on-horizon.html' title='A New Day On The Horizon'/><author><name>cm115</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290596092717649856</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-5110857492574503587.post-2777013412634178088</id><published>2008-02-10T19:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T19:52:22.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Day</title><content type='html'>A New Day&lt;p&gt;So yeah! Here I am finishing my laundry,  listening to little big  &lt;br&gt;town, and catching up on the meant-to-do list. It&amp;#39;s nice, because I  &lt;br&gt;just went through three and a half days of hell with that flu. I still  &lt;br&gt;have a cough from it, but hey! That&amp;#39;s life.&lt;p&gt;So now that I almost have my laptop paid off, I can work on getting my  &lt;br&gt;truck fixed. After that? Freedom! I&amp;#39;ll be free to do what I want.  &lt;br&gt;Maybe a road trip to 150 mile house? Maybe visit Vancouver? Maybe  &lt;br&gt;move. Not to a city though! Calgary or a SMALL town!!! We shall see!&lt;p&gt;Meh! Its all in the future! This is now!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;C S Martin&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://csmartin.blogspot.com"&gt;http://csmartin.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5110857492574503587-2777013412634178088?l=csmartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/feeds/2777013412634178088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5110857492574503587&amp;postID=2777013412634178088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/2777013412634178088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/2777013412634178088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-day.html' title='A New Day'/><author><name>cm115</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290596092717649856</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-5110857492574503587.post-4828031405295106739</id><published>2008-02-08T06:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T06:22:49.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Second Day</title><content type='html'>So yeah! I still feel like I want to die today. The cement truck  &lt;br&gt;backed up and drove over me again...and again! All isn&amp;#39;t lost though;  &lt;br&gt;my bed is nice and comfortable. I didn&amp;#39;t have to feed yesterday, but I  &lt;br&gt;went to my very first vocal lesson. I loved it. Music is so powerful,  &lt;br&gt;it can heal the most wounded of hearts...which is why I want to use it  &lt;br&gt;to save my friend. She is going through such a rough time, and I think  &lt;br&gt;I can help! For now though, I think I&amp;#39;ll focus on my health, and take  &lt;br&gt;another day to get better, so now, I&amp;#39;ll roll back over and let my body  &lt;br&gt;rest!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;C S Martin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5110857492574503587-4828031405295106739?l=csmartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/feeds/4828031405295106739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5110857492574503587&amp;postID=4828031405295106739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/4828031405295106739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/4828031405295106739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/2008/02/second-day.html' title='A Second Day'/><author><name>cm115</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290596092717649856</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-5110857492574503587.post-1005191734368386103</id><published>2008-02-07T14:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T14:12:32.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sick Day</title><content type='html'>How well do these notes work? I hope really well. Anyway, this would  &lt;br&gt;be cool to use as a journal. So let&amp;#39;s get started, shall we?!&lt;p&gt;If I had to pick only one word to describe today, it would be  &lt;br&gt;crap...as in I feel like crap! I feel like I&amp;#39;ve been run over by a  &lt;br&gt;cement truck! But the question comes; why can&amp;#39;t we get sick when its  &lt;br&gt;convenient? By all rights, I should be in my truck driving to the  &lt;br&gt;stampede grounds, but I&amp;#39;m not. Instead, I&amp;#39;m waiting and hoping to see  &lt;br&gt;if Rod gets my message soon, and also hoping his wife was well enough  &lt;br&gt;to make it in today because I don&amp;#39;t want to leave him high and dry! So  &lt;br&gt;when he calls, if she made it, than I will roll over and sleep. If  &lt;br&gt;not, than I&amp;#39;ll be getting dressed. I&amp;#39;ll still have to do my evening  &lt;br&gt;feed though no matter what!&lt;p&gt;To compound things, today is my very first vocal lesson. Yep, I tried  &lt;br&gt;out for idol on Sunday, and all I got to show for it was my number  &lt;br&gt;01832. So I am taking steps so I can make it next year. I have two  &lt;br&gt;more chances, so here goes nothing!&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#39;s now ten after, so I will probably get my call in the next twenty  &lt;br&gt;minutes. So I&amp;#39;ll say cheers!&lt;p&gt;Cheers,&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;C S Martin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5110857492574503587-1005191734368386103?l=csmartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/feeds/1005191734368386103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5110857492574503587&amp;postID=1005191734368386103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/1005191734368386103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5110857492574503587/posts/default/1005191734368386103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://csmartin.blogspot.com/2008/02/sick-day_07.html' title='A Sick Day'/><author><name>cm115</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01290596092717649856</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>
