<?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-5008933226765397898</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:32:10.839-07:00</updated><category term='Separation of Church and State'/><category term='Governor Baldacci'/><category term='Senator Roy McDonald'/><category term='Freedom to Marry week'/><category term='academy awards'/><category term='Leah'/><category term='Eleanor Roosevelt'/><category term='Prop 8'/><category term='new traditions'/><category term='Obama'/><category term='Maine'/><category term='harvey milk'/><category term='LGBT'/><category term='Equality Maine'/><category term='marriage equality'/><category term='white ribbons'/><category term='love'/><category term='President Obama'/><category term='Rick Warren'/><title type='text'>BRENDA'S BANTER</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-3906325451655403758</id><published>2009-09-01T10:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T10:18:31.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vermont's Same Sex Marriage Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/Sp1Wy41UjPI/AAAAAAAAAJU/pj2EbSMIvzg/s1600-h/b_j_hubbyhubby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376548962399718642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/Sp1Wy41UjPI/AAAAAAAAAJU/pj2EbSMIvzg/s320/b_j_hubbyhubby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It has happened. Vermont's Same Sex Marriage Law has gone into effect today. Yeah! And in honor of this and their committment to Social Justice Issues, &lt;a href="http://www.benjerry.com/hubbyhubby/"&gt;Ben and Jerry's &lt;/a&gt;partnered with &lt;a href="http://www.freedomtomarry.org/ben_and_jerrys.php"&gt;Freedom to Marry&lt;/a&gt; and renamed the Chubby Hubby ice cream, Hubby Hubby. This is only happening for the month of September and only in their Vermont stores. So, all you Vermonters, go to Ben and Jerry's have a scoop of Hubby, Hubby and thank them for their committment to Social Justice. Anyone who cannot get to Vermont, please go &lt;a href="http://www.benjerry.com/contact-us/comment.cfm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and leave them a comment.  Thanks.&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/5008933226765397898-3906325451655403758?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/3906325451655403758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=3906325451655403758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/3906325451655403758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/3906325451655403758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2009/09/vermonts-same-sex-marriage-law.html' title='Vermont&apos;s Same Sex Marriage Law'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/Sp1Wy41UjPI/AAAAAAAAAJU/pj2EbSMIvzg/s72-c/b_j_hubbyhubby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-1883999799217108091</id><published>2009-07-01T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T09:35:38.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Belong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I know it has been a while since I posted and I apologize. I have been a little sad and disheartened by the mess the NYS Senate has caused in my home state and have not been able to write. But, when I saw this on my facebook I had to post it. My&lt;a href="http://journalofa.blogspot.com/"&gt; wife's &lt;/a&gt;cousin, Emily, (I guess she is my cousin now too, heehee) posted it. I applaud Emily for her courage and conviction to post this. I applaud her generation, because I know they will make the changes this country needs. I saw them at Equality and Justice Day in NY. Not even old enough to vote, yet there they were talking to the Senators, holding signs at the rally, holding hands and showing their love. Amazing. Watch the &lt;a href="http://current.com/items/76350502_we-belong.htm#comments"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; below. I warn you though, have tissues handy. I cried. A lot. Hearing one of the boys' father talk about his own hatred and abuse of gays and his eventual acceptance and love of his gay son, pulled at my heart. The song in the video is sung and written by transgendered artist, &lt;a href="http://cdbaby.com/cd/namoli2"&gt;Namoli Brennett&lt;/a&gt;. Amazing as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="ce_76350502" height="300" width="400" data="http://current.com/e/76350502/en_US"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://current.com/e/76350502/en_US" width="400" height="300" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008933226765397898-1883999799217108091?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/1883999799217108091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=1883999799217108091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/1883999799217108091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/1883999799217108091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-belong.html' title='We Belong'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-3204144622938214879</id><published>2009-06-01T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T18:20:48.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LGBT Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I am posting this blog for &lt;a href="http://www.mombian.com/2009/06/01/blogging-for-lgbt-families-day-2009-contributed-posts/"&gt;Mombian's&lt;/a&gt; "Blogging for LGBT Families Day 2009."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;My wife &lt;a href="http://journalofa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Leah&lt;/a&gt; and I have not started a family yet. But, we plan to someday. What I want to write about here is my other LGBT family. That is all the people who are LGBT and straight who have supported, shown up and been there in my life. They include some of my immediate and extended family members, some old friends and some new ones. These are the people who help me keep going especially when my marriage was at stake by 7 judges in California. This family has shaped my openness, my ability to take a stand against injustice and my compassion and empathy. I love my family and am a better person because of them. Just today, my wife and I attended a press conference for Marriage Equality for NY. Senator Tom Duane, the sponsor of the bill, held it. Who would have thought I could be this involved in the politics, the media, the outness that comes with a press conference. It is because of the support I receive from my family that I am able to do these things. So, I want to say Thank you to my family. You are my rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;And to my wife, Leah you are my love, my inspiration, my heart and my being. I love you always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008933226765397898-3204144622938214879?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/3204144622938214879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=3204144622938214879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/3204144622938214879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/3204144622938214879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2009/06/lgbt-family.html' title='LGBT Family'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-4023861399845876572</id><published>2009-05-25T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:08:21.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/Shtc5lbdL7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/14dWoQwj_k4/s1600-h/Pro+Wedding+Pics+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/Shtc5lbdL7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/14dWoQwj_k4/s320/Pro+Wedding+Pics+070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339963927547424690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tomorrow the California Supreme Court decides if my marriage is legal or not.  Tomorrow they decide if Prop 8 is overturned or not.  Tomorrow my life as a wife could change.   It is disheartening to know that at 1pm (eastern time) I could not be married anymore.  Tomorrow at 1pm, 17,999 other couples could not be married anymore.  It is so sad that people feel it is their right to take away my happiness.  They argue that they aren't against me, they are just upholding what is tradition, what is right.  Tradition used to be to own a slave, own a woman, put mentally ill, developmentally disabled  and disabled in an institution.  Traditions change because we realize that they are not right.  I don't know what the Supreme Court is going to decide tomorrow.  The experts are saying they will not overturn Prop 8 but will uphold all the marriages that happened before Prop 8, including mine and the 17,999 others.  But, what does that mean.  Am I to celebrate because I am still married, am still a wife.  Am I to be angry and protest because they ruled to uphold an amendment that to me seems so unconstitutional.  What am I to do?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I guess I will know better tomorrow after I hear the decision.  My wife, Leah, and I will be at the Albany, NY Day of Decision.  If you are in the Capital District area, join us for celebration and/or protest.  If not, check the &lt;a href="http://dayofdecision.com/"&gt;Day of Decision website&lt;/a&gt;  for an event near you. They are holding them all over the country and Canada as well.  Here's hoping it will be celebration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008933226765397898-4023861399845876572?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/4023861399845876572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=4023861399845876572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/4023861399845876572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/4023861399845876572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-marriage.html' title='My Marriage'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/Shtc5lbdL7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/14dWoQwj_k4/s72-c/Pro+Wedding+Pics+070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-7816234159107247099</id><published>2009-05-06T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:49:05.647-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Equality Maine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage equality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Governor Baldacci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Separation of Church and State'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maine'/><title type='text'>Go Maine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SgHMqwlYeAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/JM275OjiVn0/s1600-h/gov-baldacci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332768468751644674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SgHMqwlYeAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/JM275OjiVn0/s320/gov-baldacci.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="page-body"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Official Statement from Governor John E. Baldacci's office:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Governor Signs LD 1020, An Act to End Discrimination in Civil Marriage and Affirm Religious Freedom. Signed on this day, May 6, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;AUGUSTA – Governor John E. Baldacci today signed into law LD 1020, An Act to End Discrimination in Civil Marriage and Affirm Religious Freedom.&lt;br /&gt;“I have followed closely the debate on this issue. I have listened to both sides, as they have presented their arguments during the public hearing and on the floor of the Maine Senate and the House of Representatives. I have read many of the notes and letters sent to my office, and I have weighed my decision carefully,” Governor Baldacci said. “I did not come to this decision lightly or in haste.”&lt;br /&gt;“I appreciate the tone brought to this debate by both sides of the issue,” Governor Baldacci said. “This is an emotional issue that touches deeply many of our most important ideals and traditions. There are good, earnest and honest people on both sides of the question.”&lt;br /&gt;“In the past, I opposed gay marriage while supporting the idea of civil unions,” Governor Baldacci said. “I have come to believe that this is a question of fairness and of equal protection under the law, and that a civil union is not equal to civil marriage.”&lt;br /&gt;“Article I in the Maine Constitution states that ‘no person shall be deprived of life, liberty or property without due process of law, nor be denied the equal protection of the laws, nor be denied the enjoyment of that person’s civil rights or be discriminated against.’”&lt;br /&gt;“This new law does not force any religion to recognize a marriage that falls outside of its beliefs. It does not require the church to perform any ceremony with which it disagrees. Instead, it reaffirms the separation of Church and State,” Governor Baldacci said.&lt;br /&gt;“It guarantees that Maine citizens will be treated equally under Maine’s civil marriage laws, and that is the responsibility of government.”&lt;br /&gt;“Even as I sign this important legislation into law, I recognize that this may not be the final word,” Governor Baldacci said. “Just as the Maine Constitution demands that all people are treated equally under the law, it also guarantees that the ultimate political power in the State belongs to the people.”&lt;br /&gt;“While the good and just people of Maine may determine this issue, my responsibility is to uphold the Constitution and do, as best as possible, what is right. I believe that signing this legislation is the right thing to do,” Governor Baldacci said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I absolutely love his reasoning.  I love that he listened to both sides and came down on the side of equality.  I love that he said that "it reaffirms the separation of Church and State."  Thank you Governor Baldacci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008933226765397898-7816234159107247099?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/7816234159107247099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=7816234159107247099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/7816234159107247099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/7816234159107247099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2009/05/go-maine.html' title='Go Maine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SgHMqwlYeAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/JM275OjiVn0/s72-c/gov-baldacci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-6854293663329941312</id><published>2009-04-30T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T09:46:04.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelly McGillis is a lesbian!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, this is not news to the millions of lesbians out there. Yes, Kelly, we all knew. We were just waiting. And now, she has officially come out to vlogger, Jennifer Corday, at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shewired.com/Article.cfm?ID=22511"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;shewired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. And, btw, she is still as hot as she was back in the '80's! Check it out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330525184556941730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SfnUabvKQaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/nARMLt3ZQzM/s400/kelly+mcgillis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I, as a young, newly out, lesbian, fell in lust with her when I first saw her breasts in Witness. Then as the hot, tough teacher in Top Gun. Damn! I had heard the rumors back then. I had hoped, dreamed and waited. Then she appears in the L-Word. Well, that is all it took. Good for you girl. Welcome to the family. Now, join us in our fight for LGBT equality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008933226765397898-6854293663329941312?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/6854293663329941312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=6854293663329941312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/6854293663329941312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/6854293663329941312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2009/04/kelly-mcgillis-is-lesbian.html' title='Kelly McGillis is a lesbian!!!!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SfnUabvKQaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/nARMLt3ZQzM/s72-c/kelly+mcgillis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-6195981661305247727</id><published>2009-04-29T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:59:26.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SfiVboXoU3I/AAAAAAAAAIo/dJhUa3kAsyc/s1600-h/Misc+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SfiVboXoU3I/AAAAAAAAAIo/dJhUa3kAsyc/s400/Misc+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330174460918518642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008933226765397898-6195981661305247727?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/6195981661305247727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=6195981661305247727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/6195981661305247727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/6195981661305247727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2009/04/wordless-wednesday_29.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SfiVboXoU3I/AAAAAAAAAIo/dJhUa3kAsyc/s72-c/Misc+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-1673809340923354883</id><published>2009-04-22T08:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T08:28:26.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordful Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C277qAKpUaQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C277qAKpUaQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Go Hillary Duff!  I knew I liked her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008933226765397898-1673809340923354883?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/1673809340923354883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=1673809340923354883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/1673809340923354883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/1673809340923354883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2009/04/wordful-wednesday_22.html' title='Wordful Wednesday'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-5060515092869748156</id><published>2009-04-15T11:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T12:23:59.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordful Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SeYqtpdtyQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/NiMsYlVe6hU/s1600-h/taxday.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324990573125159170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SeYqtpdtyQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/NiMsYlVe6hU/s400/taxday.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I am stepping away from Wordless Wednesday because I have some things to say today.  Today is considered Tax Day.  Everywhere around the US, people are going to their respective Post Offices to mail their taxes.  Some because they owe and wanted to wait until the last minute to pay and others because they forgot to do them earlier.  My wife, &lt;a href="http://journalofa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Leah&lt;/a&gt;, and I finished our taxes last month.  Unfortunately, we could not file together as married, even though NYS recognizes our marriage.  See, there is this little glitch with the Federal income taxes.  It's called &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Defense_of_Marriage_Act"&gt;DOMA&lt;/a&gt;.  Oh, and the little glitch with NYS income taxes, it's tied to the federal taxes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;So, to get to the picture.  Around the US today, hundreds, probably thousands, of same-sex marriage supporters will be protesting at their local Post Offices for fair treatment.  It's called &lt;a href="http://www.jointheimpactma.com/taxday/"&gt;"Equal Taxes, Equal Rights."&lt;/a&gt;  Well, unfortunately, the one that was going to happen in Albany, NY was canceled because of lack of participation.  Don't get me started on this.  I am angry because we had hundreds of people show up for our demonstration against the passage of Prop 8 (which wasn't even our state, mind you) and yet we couldn't get enough people to sign up for this.  I guess people need to be angry to join together.  Bull, people.  It's not about getting together once to protest an atrocity, it's about fighting the fight continuously until it is changed.  I digress, sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;So, the picture.  I decided to protest myself at the Saratoga Springs Post Office, during my lunch hour.  I thought long and hard and felt I had to do this.  How can I ask others to fight for me, to vote for same sex marriage, if I am not willing to get out there and fight myself.  Now, you can ask anyone who knows me.  I am not one to start and lead something.  I am more of a follower. Give me something to do and I will do it.  Ask me to lead or implement it and I &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;run for the hills.  This took a lot for me to do.  I drove to the Post Office and sat in my car holding my signs.  It was a beautiful day out, very sunny in the spot I would stand and yet I sat.  I was scared.  What would happen.  Would people yell at me, throw things, call me names.  Would the police ask me to move.  I had to will myself out of the car.  I had to tell myself, some people may say things, but others may be moved by the experience.  Some may even praise me and give a thumbs up.  And the police can't ask me to leave, it's a public space.  So, out of the car I went.  I stood at the corner of a very busy intersection and stood for an hour with my signs.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;It was an amazing experience.  No one yelled at me, cursed me, threw things.  Although, some parents with children steered them clear of me, even while the child was asking, "what does his sign say, Mommy?" hahahahaha.  Try explaining that one, Mom.  What I did get was a lot of smiles, way to go's, I'm with you, honks in support and thumbs up.  It was awesome.  Most of the praises and support came from the young teenage community.  It was great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;So, what did I take from this experience.  I found that yes, I can lead, maybe not a group of people, but myself anyway.  I found that one person can make a protest and a difference.  I found that I have courage, conviction and strength.  I also found hope.  Hope in the next generation.  I believe that our youth are going to make great changes.  They are taking up the fight.  They are couragous.  They are fighting to have LGBT groups like &lt;a href="http://www.gsanetwork.org/"&gt;GSA&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.glsen.org/cgi-bin/iowa/all/home/index.html"&gt;GLSEN&lt;/a&gt; in their schools.  They are fighting the bullies. They are at the protests.  They are campaigning for political candidates even though they aren't old enough to vote.  I plan to keep on fighting, keep on protesting, keep on lobbying my legislators.  Not just for me, but for the next generation.  Fight with me.  Make changes.  Make a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008933226765397898-5060515092869748156?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/5060515092869748156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=5060515092869748156' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/5060515092869748156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/5060515092869748156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2009/04/wordful-wednesday.html' title='Wordful Wednesday'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SeYqtpdtyQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/NiMsYlVe6hU/s72-c/taxday.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-4965411279796809643</id><published>2009-04-08T06:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T07:01:14.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SdyuHBwtf9I/AAAAAAAAAIY/jbDj19CzuhQ/s1600-h/LandB.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 354px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SdyuHBwtf9I/AAAAAAAAAIY/jbDj19CzuhQ/s400/LandB.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322320295400144850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008933226765397898-4965411279796809643?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/4965411279796809643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=4965411279796809643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/4965411279796809643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/4965411279796809643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2009/04/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SdyuHBwtf9I/AAAAAAAAAIY/jbDj19CzuhQ/s72-c/LandB.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-2625857627061379128</id><published>2009-04-07T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T13:17:38.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage Equality in Vermont and Iowa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Today is a glorious day! On the heels of Iowa making same-sex marriage legal, the Vermont legislature voted to override a veto by Governor Douglas and passed their same-sex marriage bill. How cool is that. As a New Yorker though I am a bit ashamed. I always thought that NY was a bit ahead of the curve for gay rights. I mean we had Stonewall, right. Now, we sit behind Iowa, WTF. Well, I don't want to bitch on this glorious day. I just want to revel in the news. Oh, and hot off the presses, DC Council voted today to recognize same sex marriages from other states. Woo, hoo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Here is an interesting take on the amendment process from the Iowa Senate Majority Leader, &lt;a href="http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/chi-ap-ia-xgr-gaymarriage,0,6795195.story"&gt;Michael Gronstal&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Iowa’s Senate Majority Leader has said he will not consider any proposals to begin the process to amend Iowa's constitution to overturn the same-sex marriage decision. "The politics of it are I'm not going to put discrimination in the Iowa Constitution," he said. "That's a horrible idea. The people who are pushing the amendment are saying equal protection under the law -- except. I think that's unacceptable." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Now, why can't California see this. You can't have equal protection under the law with an exception. How is that equal. That makes no sense. Here's hoping that California does the right thing and repels Prop 8 and uphold all 18,000 same-sex marriages. And, oh, as an aside, can we maybe stop calling them same-sex marriages. A marriage is a marriage, right? Isn't that what we are fighting for......hmmmmmm. And here is a picture of a happy marriage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322044044837785074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/Sduy3IOKDfI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/00xknS1vi-A/s320/B_L_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008933226765397898-2625857627061379128?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/2625857627061379128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=2625857627061379128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/2625857627061379128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/2625857627061379128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2009/04/marriage-equality-in-vermont-and-iowa.html' title='Marriage Equality in Vermont and Iowa'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/Sduy3IOKDfI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/00xknS1vi-A/s72-c/B_L_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-1197062861692865952</id><published>2009-04-01T13:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T13:52:48.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday (sort of)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SdPTn5uodRI/AAAAAAAAAII/B5Cu7rIaj3U/s1600-h/Words.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SdPTn5uodRI/AAAAAAAAAII/B5Cu7rIaj3U/s400/Words.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319828267319457042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008933226765397898-1197062861692865952?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/1197062861692865952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=1197062861692865952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/1197062861692865952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/1197062861692865952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2009/04/wordless-wednesday-sort-of.html' title='Wordless Wednesday (sort of)'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SdPTn5uodRI/AAAAAAAAAII/B5Cu7rIaj3U/s72-c/Words.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-4250347601468593322</id><published>2009-03-25T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:21:50.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/ScqSR1Wq9yI/AAAAAAAAAIA/mPxo0AroRG8/s1600-h/100_1235%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317223145141892898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/ScqSR1Wq9yI/AAAAAAAAAIA/mPxo0AroRG8/s320/100_1235%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008933226765397898-4250347601468593322?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/4250347601468593322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=4250347601468593322' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/4250347601468593322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/4250347601468593322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2009/03/wordless-wednesday_25.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/ScqSR1Wq9yI/AAAAAAAAAIA/mPxo0AroRG8/s72-c/100_1235%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-9105674725829910232</id><published>2009-03-18T08:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T08:41:31.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/ScEWIGYzUkI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-RO7Ulod6gU/s1600-h/Misc+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314553363683299906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/ScEWIGYzUkI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-RO7Ulod6gU/s320/Misc+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008933226765397898-9105674725829910232?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/9105674725829910232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=9105674725829910232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/9105674725829910232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/9105674725829910232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2009/03/wordless-wednesday_18.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/ScEWIGYzUkI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-RO7Ulod6gU/s72-c/Misc+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-1982423029567190206</id><published>2009-03-17T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:13:47.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fostering Kittens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Recently Leah and I sent off our last litter of kittens, Moo, Flower, Silver, Tiger and Buzz were all adopted within a week and found their forever homes. I have to say fostering kittens is tough. Not because there are so many cats in the house but because it is hard to let them go. Leah was away in California when they had to go to the clinic for adoption, so I had to do it alone. As I brought them in, a little boy and his mother were standing there to pick out one of the kittens for him to take home. OMG, I was crying as he patiently held each one to see which would fit best. He ended up picking Flower and naming her Polly. It was very hard to leave the rest there as well. We still have Bella, the mom cat. She will be going to clinic later this week. Here is a picture of them. Bella is in the back, Silver is curled up behind her, Flower is the all grey on the left, Tiger is looking at the camera, Moo is next to Tiger and Buzz is on the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/Sb_e8r4gMII/AAAAAAAAAHg/R0L70JgZyOo/s1600-h/Misc+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314211219473707138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/Sb_e8r4gMII/AAAAAAAAAHg/R0L70JgZyOo/s320/Misc+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now we are kitten free. No more yelling to get off the table or out of the garbage. Just an aside, don't put discarded tissues in the bathroom garbage if you have kittens running around. In the morning you will find it shredded all over the house. Ah, loving the freedom when we get a call. Jan, from &lt;a href="http://www.animalovers.org/"&gt;Animal Lovers&lt;/a&gt; asking if we will take a litter of 2 day old kittens with mom. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"What, no, we can't, we just got rid of a litter, what, they are how old, aaawwww they are calico, mom is long haired calico, they are stuck at a shelter, mom is stuck in a cage with all other animals nearby trying to raise her babies, oh, we can't have that, of course we will take them." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, off Brenda goes on Friday to pick up the mom and the babies. And yes they are cute. And they are very tiny, fitting in one hand. Mom is beautiful too. We get to name them as well. Yeah. Jan wants us to name them all with the same beginning letter to make it easier for them to identify Mom and babies. So, we decided to name Mom, Molly. She looks like a Molly. The kittens are too young to tell their genders so they don't have real names just yet. We do know, however, that the calico kitten is female because male calicos don't survive. We also know that the orange kitten is probably male as most cats that color are. We have not named the calico, but have been calling the orange one manderine (manny if it is a boy, mandy if a girl, heehee.) Leah has been calling one of the black and white ones, Michael Jackson, after his Black and White song, heehee. Here is a picture of all of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/Sb_k5fZyMsI/AAAAAAAAAHo/USwvxxE5wog/s1600-h/Misc+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314217761653797570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/Sb_k5fZyMsI/AAAAAAAAAHo/USwvxxE5wog/s320/Misc+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Aren't they adorable? So now we are a household of 8 again. Bella will be going to the clinic on Thursday, so we will be down to 7. Fostering kittens is tough but I love it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008933226765397898-1982423029567190206?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/1982423029567190206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=1982423029567190206' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/1982423029567190206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/1982423029567190206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2009/03/fostering-kittens.html' title='Fostering Kittens'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/Sb_e8r4gMII/AAAAAAAAAHg/R0L70JgZyOo/s72-c/Misc+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-4172899033645975215</id><published>2009-03-11T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T13:21:42.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;In the style of &lt;a href="http://tina-cious2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tina&lt;/a&gt; and my &lt;a href="http://journalofa.blogspot.com/"&gt;wife&lt;/a&gt;, I give you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312027901356642258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SbgdO2FTj9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wcZw2cTNonI/s400/leah+and+I+dancing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008933226765397898-4172899033645975215?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/4172899033645975215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=4172899033645975215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/4172899033645975215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/4172899033645975215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2009/03/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SbgdO2FTj9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wcZw2cTNonI/s72-c/leah+and+I+dancing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-7593955449970195234</id><published>2009-02-22T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T06:48:47.374-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage equality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white ribbons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harvey milk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='academy awards'/><title type='text'>The Missing White Ribbons at the Oscars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I find it very sad that Hollywood had a chance to stand up for equal rights and they failed terribly. I ask them why? Was it that hard to put on a white ribbon. You all proudly wore the red AIDS ribbon when needed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I find it apalling that Hollywood, some of these actors were in commercials supporting gay marriages, did not see it fit to continue expressing their support at a huge media event that would be seen by many. Where is the support that they could be giving. Jack Black, where was your ribbon? Were you not one of the actors in the Prop 8 Musical? WTF!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I can't believe that these actors are still scared to stand up for what's right for fear of being too close to anything gay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And to Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, where were your ribbons? You both have stood up and said you won't get married until everyone can get married. You gave money to the no on 8 campaign and asked hollywood to stand up and do the same. So, I ask you, where were your ribbons? Shame on you, both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I do applaud &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000982/"&gt;Josh Brolin&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001814/"&gt;Gus Van Sant&lt;/a&gt;. Although Josh didn't win (did he even stand a chance against Heath,) he was wearing the white ribbon. Thank you, Josh. Gus didn't win either but, thank you for wearing a ribbon. Someone else associated with the Harvey Milk movie, I believe he was the producer, was wearing a ribbon. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;During his acceptance speech, "Milk" writer, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0085257/"&gt;Dustin Lance Black &lt;/a&gt;,offered an impassioned tribute to Milk, the pioneering gay-rights politician who was slain 30 years ago. He also wore a ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;"If Harvey had not been taken from us 30 years ago, I think he would want me to say to all the gay and lesbian kids out there tonight who have been told they are less than by the churches, by the government, by their families, that you are beautiful, wonderful creatures of value, and that no matter what anyone tells you, God does love you and that very soon, I promise you, you will have equal rights, federally, across this great nation of ours," Black said. Thank you, Dustin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Although &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000576/"&gt;Sean Penn &lt;/a&gt;did not wear a ribbon, he did do us justice in his acceptance speech for Best Actor. He called the Academy "Commie, homo-loving son of a guns," He talked about all the hate filled signs that he and others had to drive by on their way to the awards and told all those who oppose gay marriage and voted yes on the ban, they will have to deal with that shame. Thank you, Sean.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Below is the videos of both Sean's and Dustin's acceptance speeches. Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hhJOT7CHO94&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hhJOT7CHO94&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-mv35SN3ctU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-mv35SN3ctU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008933226765397898-7593955449970195234?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/7593955449970195234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=7593955449970195234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/7593955449970195234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/7593955449970195234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2009/02/missing-white-ribbons-at-oscars.html' title='The Missing White Ribbons at the Oscars'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-5996312194026406517</id><published>2009-02-18T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T13:12:52.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends at the Aunties</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;This past Christmas, &lt;a href="http://journalofa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Leah&lt;/a&gt; and I gave our niece, Krystianna, and our nephew, Thomas, the greatest present ever......a weekend with us. What could be better, right? The whole weekend with the coolest Aunts ever. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;First up was Krystianna. I picked her up on a Friday evening and as soon as we got to our place......Rockband!!!!!!!! Oh, yeah!!!!! We rocked the house. Krystianna on drums, Leah on guitar and me on vocals. We unlocked them all by weekend's end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304219347078776418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SZxfZKlihmI/AAAAAAAAAGY/3Q6Uy1386EY/s320/100_2014%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I know, she doesn't look like she is having fun, but, she is really concentrating. Check out those slippers. We played until midnight. Ssshhh, don't tell her Mom, heehee. The next day, after waking up at 11am, we set off for a fun day at the Winterfest. Can you believe these crazies, jumping into sub zero water. And they paid to do it. For charity, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304221249946316962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SZxhH7Ug8KI/AAAAAAAAAGg/0uzsxsEC174/s320/100_1981%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After the Winterfest, we went home had a late lunch and off to the Women's RPI Ice Hockey game. The RPI Women did not win but it was a great game. Krystianna even got a puck from the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304230146177839378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SZxpNwXZMRI/AAAAAAAAAGo/OQa5cZIJTSE/s320/100_1999%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;After the game, back home for dinner. We made pizza. Yummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304231031010478546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SZxqBQn7ydI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hPFuzVbv0MU/s320/100_2003%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;A great weekend was had by all. Oh, and check out the background. That's Leah in my lovely Victoria Secret Country bathrobe. She loves it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Next up was Thomas. His weekend was Valentine's weekend. I know, not the way to spend our first Valentine's Day as wives, but Leah and I were never too big on Valentine's Day anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I picked Thomas up on Friday and it was to the Playstation we went. He is not big on the music games. He is more into car racing games and a game called Monster Bash, which I hate. Of course, it is the one he wants to play the most. I guess I really don't like it because he knows how to manuever his monster better than I do, so he kicks my ass every time. He also, hides things from me, like how to use my super power and what all those damn colored dots stand for. I sometimes do use my super power (merely by accident from pushing every damn button) but, then can't remember what button I pushed. I don't have any pictures of us playing mostly because I was cursing the controller the whole time. Thomas is an early riser so he went to bed much earlier than Krystianna. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Up at 6am, Thomas went downstairs by himself and played games until about 9am when he came upstairs to wake us. "Aunt Brenda, Aunt Leah (both of them asked if it was okay to call her Aunt Leah, so cute) when are you getting up." So, up we got. It was games all day until dinner time. That's right, making pizzas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304246303831856786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SZx36QUTlpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Lpe-XEdUmsk/s320/100_2067%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Then it was off to the Men's RPI Ice Hockey game. The game was sponsored by Bank of America and was called Big Red Freakout. They gave out free t-shirts, so cool. We had seats all the way up but, it wasn't too bad as we could see it all. The men didn't win but, we saw a couple of fights break out. Thomas liked when someone got put in the penalty box. Another great time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304246317613041330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SZx37Dp_xrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/nregSprOaAU/s320/100_2068%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Back home and another hour of games and time for bed. In the morning, we played some more games of Monster Bash. Oh yeah, he always gets to play the same monster and doesn't let me be that one, ever. I'm not bitter though, really, hahahaha. Then Thomas and I went to my sister's house for a Daytona 500 party. Thomas is a big fan of NASCAR. Dale Earnhart, Jr. being his favorite. A great time was had there, as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Not all was lost for my bride and me for Valentine's Day. Leah, surprised me (not an easy feat) by sending 2 dozen roses to my workplace with a beautiful note. I gave her a beautiful card and a Hallmark christmas ornament of hoops and yoyo. Love those guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008933226765397898-5996312194026406517?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/5996312194026406517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=5996312194026406517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/5996312194026406517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/5996312194026406517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-past-christmas-leah-and-i-gave-our.html' title='Weekends at the Aunties'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SZxfZKlihmI/AAAAAAAAAGY/3Q6Uy1386EY/s72-c/100_2014%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-8556925886764538266</id><published>2009-02-14T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:47:54.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Today I celebrate love on this Valentine's Day. Below is the picture of my wife, &lt;a href="http://journalofa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Leah&lt;/a&gt;, when we got to kiss (finally) as beloved wives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302754778625978434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SZcrYD8BsEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/I5nr6xJ1AC4/s320/Brenda+%26+Leah_166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Wedding dress and suit....over $1000, wedding ceremony and reception....ask the 'rents, Getting married to the woman of my dreams......priceless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302757040257769618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SZctbtLEIJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/OgbvwyNUz6E/s320/Brenda+%26+Leah_162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day, baby.  I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008933226765397898-8556925886764538266?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/8556925886764538266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=8556925886764538266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/8556925886764538266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/8556925886764538266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-love.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day Love'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SZcrYD8BsEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/I5nr6xJ1AC4/s72-c/Brenda+%26+Leah_166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-547376464534221039</id><published>2009-02-13T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:36:28.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Colors, Feedom To Marry Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.freedomtomarry.org/get_involved/freedom_to_marry_week_2009bl.php"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302348808362635266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SZW6Je2rsAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/mhmv_s6wSvo/s320/marryweek.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Ah, so today's theme is something blue. My something blue for our wedding was an embroidered monogram made by my wife, &lt;a href="http://journalofa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Leah.&lt;/a&gt; Leah's blue was a beautiful pin that my sister gave her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SZW7_1SpCBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/7-G7a9HuwC4/s1600-h/100_2057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302350841610045458" style="WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SZW7_1SpCBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/7-G7a9HuwC4/s320/100_2057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SZXBgqXYh5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/kXg3Pn1CC0I/s1600-h/100_2058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302356903170967442" style="WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SZXBgqXYh5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/kXg3Pn1CC0I/s320/100_2058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;That was pretty much the only blue at our wedding. Our wedding was very colorful. Lots of orange, green, pinks but not much blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SZXDispaTKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yg6K6bktfx8/s1600-h/Brenda+%26+Leah_69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302359137166445730" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SZXDispaTKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yg6K6bktfx8/s200/Brenda+%26+Leah_69.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SZXGgYhBzkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wR-D6rQdWXE/s1600-h/Brenda+%26+Leah_247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302362395937721922" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SZXGgYhBzkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wR-D6rQdWXE/s200/Brenda+%26+Leah_247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SZXExmPlCEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7WnBSO0XTvo/s1600-h/Brenda+%26+Leah_95.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302360492657150018" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SZXExmPlCEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7WnBSO0XTvo/s200/Brenda+%26+Leah_95.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;See, lots of colors including blue. I loved that we used so many colors. Leah and I wanted to celebrate our love, but, we also wanted to celebrate our fun side. This was the way to do this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As an aside, Leah and I participated in the Freedom To Marry Day in Albany, NY. We rallied for Marriage Equality in NY. It was a small gathering, northeast wind and cold kept people away, but it was a great rally. I even kissed Leah while the news cameras were taping. Click &lt;a href="http://capitalnews9.com/Video/video_pop.aspx?vids=84797&amp;amp;sid=33&amp;amp;rid=12"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see video. I am not sure how long it will be available, but enjoy while you can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008933226765397898-547376464534221039?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/547376464534221039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=547376464534221039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/547376464534221039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/547376464534221039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2009/02/ah-so-todays-theme-is-something-blue.html' title='Many Colors, Feedom To Marry Week'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SZW6Je2rsAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/mhmv_s6wSvo/s72-c/marryweek.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-3051219436710782851</id><published>2009-02-12T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:16:45.506-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage equality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freedom to Marry week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eleanor Roosevelt'/><title type='text'>Borrowed Quotes (Freedom to Marry Week)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.freedomtomarry.org/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 153px; HEIGHT: 132px" height="100" alt="join the conversation" src="http://www.freedomtomarry.org/get_involved/2009/2009_button_final-blogad.jpg" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Freedom to Marry Week continues. Get more information &lt;a href="http://www.freedomtomarry.org/get_involved/freedom_to_marry_week_2009bl.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Today's theme, Something Borrowed. When I was contemplating what to blog about today, my wife, &lt;a href="http://journalofa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Leah&lt;/a&gt;, suggested that I use a borrowed quote. I, being me, of course said, "that's not interesting." Well, here I sit trying to think of something and all that is stuck in my head is borrowed quotes. Damn her, heehee. Okay, honey, here is my blog utilizing borrowed quotes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;So, I am going to borrow a few quotes from a Civil Rights leader and lesbian icon herself (although she would have never thought of herself as either), Eleanor Roosevelt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301972245715683826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SZRjqprdCfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xvAlczFbkBU/s320/ER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;These are ones I send out to my fellow LGBT protesters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Do what you feel in your heart to be right- for you'll be criticized anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Have convictions. Be friendly. Stick to your beliefs as they stick to theirs. Work as hard as they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It is not fair to ask of others what you are not willing to do yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It isn't enough to talk about peace. One must believe in it. And it isn't enough to believe in it. One must work at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Never allow a person to tell you no who doesn't have the power to say yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We gain strength, and courage, and confidence by each experience in which we really stop to look fear in the face... we must do that which we think we cannot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Understanding is a two-way street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Remember always that you not only have the right to be an individual, you have an obligation to be one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;These quotes are for those who spread hatred under the guise of Religion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Hate and force cannot be in just a part of the world without having an effect on the rest of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Justice cannot be for one side alone, but must be for both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Remember always that you not only have the right to be an individual, you have an obligation to be one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Understanding is a two-way street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;When will our consciences grow so tender that we will act to prevent human misery rather than avenge it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;These quotes are for the politicians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;What you don't do can be a destructive force.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder if we shall ever grow up in our politics and say definite things which mean something, or whether we shall always go on using generalities to which everyone can subscribe, and which mean very little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Justice cannot be for one side alone, but must be for both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;It isn't enough to talk about peace. One must believe in it. And it isn't enough to believe in it. One must work at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Hate and force cannot be in just a part of the world without having an effect on the rest of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Freedom makes a huge requirement of every human being. With freedom comes responsibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;These quotes are for my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The giving of love is an education in itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What you don't do can be a destructive force.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;This quote is for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I have spent many years of my life in opposition, and I rather like the role.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you can see, many quotes are used a few times. It is because, I feel, all sides can use them. I hope all who read this think about these quotes and try to understand their meaning for them. There are far too many for me to take and give my thoughts behind them. I will, however, discuss my quote and what it means to me. My thoughts behind this quote go along the lines of what some people at the protests, rallies and the like continually like to use as a tool for equality. "We are just like you, we are normal, everyday people, just like you." Well, to tell you the truth, I am not like you. I am not normal, like you. I am me and I don't want to be like you. Life in general would be pretty boring if we were all like each other. I know, some people argue that we need to do this, say this, to relate, etc. You know what, I don't need to relate, they need to know me as I am, not how they want to cookie cutter me in to something that will make it more comfortable for them. So, there, I said my peace on this. I feel better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am going to leave you with one more Eleanor quote. It is not directed at anyone but I think it is hilarious and shows Eleanor as a whole, sexually charged person. Enjoy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I once had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalogue: no good in a bed, but fine up against a wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008933226765397898-3051219436710782851?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/3051219436710782851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=3051219436710782851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/3051219436710782851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/3051219436710782851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2009/02/borrowed-quotes-freedom-to-marry-week.html' title='Borrowed Quotes (Freedom to Marry Week)'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SZRjqprdCfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xvAlczFbkBU/s72-c/ER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-3028883257363094432</id><published>2009-02-11T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:19:22.733-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage equality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freedom to Marry week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prop 8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leah'/><title type='text'>Newly Married (Freedom to Marry Week)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SZMynEyqriI/AAAAAAAAAEg/eHJZgyO-BlY/s1600-h/7in7b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301636833227746850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SZMynEyqriI/AAAAAAAAAEg/eHJZgyO-BlY/s320/7in7b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Freedom to Marry Week continues and the theme today is, Something New. Well, going with the something old post, my sisters found a beautiful tie tack for my wedding. I got my wife to be a beautiful diamond necklace that I found at JC Penney. Unfortunately, do you think I could find a close up picture of either.....of course not! So, just believe me when I say they are both very beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Something new.....oh, I know. My wife surprised me yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;She is so sweet. I was called to the front desk at work and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;was handed a long package. Yup, that's right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;My wife sent me flowers. She is so amazing. Here is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;picture of them. Aren't they gorgeous? I love surprises. &lt;a href="http://journalofa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Leah&lt;/a&gt; does not like surprises too much. But, I am changing that, heehee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301632270439197682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SZMudfFGq_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/B-mW9QHo6zM/s400/flowers.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I am newly married. That's new. I have to say, being married is the best feeling ever. Leah and I have been living together for over a year and I really didn't think things would change for me. I mean, we had made a commitment to each other, wasn't that the same thing? I was so wrong. The planning, the setting up, the getting ready and then seeing Leah for the first time in her dress. Wow! I can't even put words to the feelings I had. She was beyond beautiful. Hearing her words to me and saying my words to her was amazing. It still sends waves of excitement and love through me just thinking about it. I know I didn't say everything I wanted. But, now I have a lifetime to say them to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Being married is different. I can't even say how. I just know that I look at her and I am in awe of the amount of feelings I have. When I am near Leah, I have to touch her in some way. It usually is holding her hand. She told me I am the best hand holder (see pic.) I love that. The picture below was taken at the March for Marriage Equality in Albany, NY. The little girl in the photo is my niece, Samantha. Isn't she cute. Leah wrote about the march on her blog. Click &lt;a href="http://journalofa.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-proud-to-be-marrying-b.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for that post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301632505337609986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SZMurKJP_wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2Vxpf7vYFaI/s320/marriage_equality_march_005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Everyday I look at Leah, I know she and I are a part of something that is so essential to being. The common denominator that humans have is that we all look for true love and that one person that can give that to us. It is an innate part of us. We all want someone to share our life and dreams. Fortunately for me, I found that person. Unfortunately for me, some people don't like my choice because I am a woman loving another woman. I have been lucky. I have not expierenced too much hatred or felt that threatened for my being gay. But, when Prop 8 passed and now Ken Starr trying to forcibly divorce us, I feel hatred. I feel threatened. And now, I feel empowered. Keep hating, keep threatening. We are not going away. You can make up laws, you can strip us of our rights, you can do whatever you want but, in the end, we will still be here. And we will continue fighting for each other and our love. I love you, Leah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;For more information on the Freedom to Marry Week, click &lt;a href="http://www.freedomtomarry.org/get_involved/freedom_to_marry_week_2009bl.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008933226765397898-3028883257363094432?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/3028883257363094432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=3028883257363094432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/3028883257363094432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/3028883257363094432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-freedom-to-marry-week.html' title='Newly Married (Freedom to Marry Week)'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SZMynEyqriI/AAAAAAAAAEg/eHJZgyO-BlY/s72-c/7in7b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-8303773184450801545</id><published>2009-02-10T13:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T13:17:44.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage Campaign</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="302" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3089746&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3089746&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="302"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3089746"&gt;"Fidelity": Don't Divorce...&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/couragecampaign"&gt;Courage Campaign&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;If this video does not touch your heart then I don't know what to say.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://www.couragecampaign.org/page/s/divorce"&gt;http://www.couragecampaign.org/page/s/divorce&lt;/a&gt; for more information and to sign the letter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Leah and I are one of the 18,000 couples who got married in California. We are one of the couples that Ken Starr (you remember him, Bill Clinton/blue dress fame) wants the government to invalidate and forcibly divorce. We have our marriage license in hand. Signed and sealed and legal. Leah has legally changed her name. Our state is recognizing our marriage (to a point, don't get me started.) This whole thing saddens me, but, at the same time empowers me to do more and fight for my rights.  I am an empowered butch lesbian. Watch out world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008933226765397898-8303773184450801545?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/8303773184450801545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=8303773184450801545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/8303773184450801545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/8303773184450801545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2009/02/courage-campaign.html' title='Courage Campaign'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-1225132120977497385</id><published>2009-02-10T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T10:09:37.257-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage equality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freedom to Marry week'/><title type='text'>New Traditions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SZG3FFzbaII/AAAAAAAAADQ/0BM0OqxGrY0/s1600-h/IMG_3344%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301219534476896386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SZG3FFzbaII/AAAAAAAAADQ/0BM0OqxGrY0/s400/IMG_3344%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So, in continuing with the Freedom to Marry Week, this is day 2 post. Today, according to &lt;a href="http://theothermother.typepad.com/blog/2009/02/blog-carnival-lets-celebrate-freedom-to-marry-week.html"&gt;The Other Mother&lt;/a&gt;, we have to post about something old. Pictured left, is an old picture of &lt;a href="http://journalofa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Leah&lt;/a&gt; and I before we got married. If you notice, we are dressed alike, hahahaha. We were in a phase. No, really, we went to Albany Pride and decided to &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SZHBSeyn5FI/AAAAAAAAADY/T7vVC3wh4Gk/s1600-h/7in7c.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301230759638983762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SZHBSeyn5FI/AAAAAAAAADY/T7vVC3wh4Gk/s400/7in7c.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;make shirts about the recent announcement of marriages in California. The backs of the shirts say I love Leah or I love Brenda. We ooze cuteness, aaaawwww. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As for old, we did do that tradition for our wedding. My sisters had all been married before me and so they gave me my something old. It was so great. They gave me a hankie from each of my grandmothers. It was so sweet. Leah's Mom gave her a hankie from her grandmother as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What I want to talk about in this post is tradition. The old tradition has to go. This is one of the arguments that we hear to not give us marriage. It's tradition, it's always been done this way. Wake up people! Have we learned nothing about it's always been done this way. It's not always the right way. The tradition of slavery, women as property, institutionalization of developmentally disabled and those with psychiatric dianosis'. The list can go on and on. You can find it in everyday life, as well. At work, those co-workers at staff meetings who don't want to try a new idea because the old one still works okay. "We've always done it this way." "Why fix what ain't broke," is their motto. Well, I am here to say it is broke. Just because it works for you, doesn't mean it works for me. We grow as a person, as a nation, when we change for the better. As we evolve, we change. That is the process. That is the way things work. That is the way we grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So, I say, let's start new traditions. And someday, when our children say to us, "that's so old, Mom, no one does it that way anymore," I plan to say to them, "you're right, let's change and make some new traditions." Here's to all the new traditions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;For more information on Freedom to Marry Week click the link below: &lt;a href="http://www.freedomtomarry.org/get_involved/freedom_to_marry_week_2009bl.php"&gt;http://www.freedomtomarry.org/get_involved/freedom_to_marry_week_2009bl.php&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/5008933226765397898-1225132120977497385?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/1225132120977497385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=1225132120977497385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/1225132120977497385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/1225132120977497385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-traditions.html' title='New Traditions'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SZG3FFzbaII/AAAAAAAAADQ/0BM0OqxGrY0/s72-c/IMG_3344%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-7218237309189160938</id><published>2009-02-09T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T07:55:04.661-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage equality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freedom to Marry week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Freedom To Marry Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mombian.com/2009/02/06/join-the-blogswarm-the-only-agenda-is-love/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300816001151736546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SZBIEXBbGuI/AAAAAAAAADI/EUIRZ9qR6Ao/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My wife, &lt;a href="http://journalofa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Leah&lt;/a&gt;, has a blog and follows some other blogs. I saw this on one of those, &lt;a href="http://femalehusband.com/"&gt;Tales of A Female Husband.&lt;/a&gt; So here is my blog about Marriage Equality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As you can see, I married the girl of my dreams. We were married in California on 10/25, a couple of weeks before Prop 8 passed. I have posted on my sadness and outrage on this in a previous &lt;a href="http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2008/11/wtf.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; so I won't go into that here. I just want to talk about marriage equality and what it means to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When Leah and I got married, we wrote our own ceremony. We put in a part about what marriage means to each of us. This was my piece:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Marriage is a way to let the world know, I love this person. It is an awesome feeling and a great responsibility. It is not something to be taken lightly. It means giving of yourself to someone else, trusting in that person and knowing that she is giving of herself and trusting in you, as well. You have to be strong when she can’t and she needs to be strong when you can’t. But, even though it is a great responsibility, it is also about happiness and fun. It is saying to someone else I love being with you and I plan on spending the rest of my life enjoying us. Marriage is an amazing institution and I am so happy to be a part of it. I want that responsibility. I want to be able to say, “this is my wife.” I want to be able to laugh, cry, get mad and know that someone else loves me. And with that, I am marrying the one person who has added to my life a sense of completeness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;See, while we are all fighting for our right to marriage and all the rights that go with it (believe me, I know, over 1,300 in NY alone,) when it comes down to it, marriage is about love. It is about the dream we all have as children, to one day marry the person we love. To walk down that aisle, or be greeted at the end of it. To look into your beloved's eyes with tears of joy. To hold her/his hand and pronounce "I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you." And to hear those words, "I now pronounce you....(beloved wives, in our case.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The rights that come with being married are extra bonuses. Don't get me wrong, I am fighting for those rights as well. I just recently spoke with my state senator's chief of staff all about this and I will post on that next time. But, what I am talking about here is just the real, in our core, reason we all get married. Because we love someone and can't imagine our life without her/him. Marriage is the way we can show that. Marriage is the way everyone in the world knows that. I married my wife because I love her and can't imagine myself without her. Pure and simple. I love you, Leah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008933226765397898-7218237309189160938?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/7218237309189160938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=7218237309189160938' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/7218237309189160938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/7218237309189160938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2009/02/freedom-to-marry-week.html' title='Freedom To Marry Week'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SZBIEXBbGuI/AAAAAAAAADI/EUIRZ9qR6Ao/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-2149692699515837036</id><published>2009-01-23T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:37:58.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking about the President and the pedestal we put him on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I am writing this in response to a fellow poster and friend, &lt;a href="http://butchjamie.blogspot.com/2009/01/waiting-for-shoe-to-drop.html"&gt;Michelle's&lt;/a&gt;, recent post. Please read her post first. It will help you understand this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;You are not alone with this feeling. I have been thinking about this too. I put a lot of faith in Clinton when he was elected b/c he promised to help the GLBT community. We all saw what happened there. I, too, feel that we have put Obama up on this pedestal, that if he doesn't come through, the country will kick him off so fast. I feel our country has come to expect things to be fixed quickly. Instant gratification and if we are not happy with something then let's give up on it and pick something new. I, too, am jaded. I guess I have been ever since California allowed Prop 8 to be put up for a popular vote. I hope that Obama can do what he says. What I truly hope, though, is that the American people do their part as well. One person cannot do it all. It takes the entire country. We as the gay community know this more than anything right now. We may not have done enough for Prop 8. If you want your rights, your ideas, your needs met, you need to get up off the couch, get away from the computer, the TV and do something. Give your time, write your government officials, make a donation, march in the streets and give back. Good luck to you and good luck to our new President.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Thanks Michelle for the fodder for my post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008933226765397898-2149692699515837036?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/2149692699515837036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=2149692699515837036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/2149692699515837036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/2149692699515837036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-writing-this-in-response-to-fellow.html' title='Thinking about the President and the pedestal we put him on'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-2121613937914250723</id><published>2009-01-20T10:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:41:19.494-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rick Warren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='President Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LGBT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Senator Roy McDonald'/><title type='text'>I Hope Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"We remain a young nation, but in the words of scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Okay, he didn't say gay or LGBT but, he did say equal and he did say all and he did say all deserve.  It's a start.  I have a little bit more hope than a few hours ago.  I watched the inauguration at my work with some fellow co-workers.  It was interesting to me that I didn't have that awe feeling that everyone seems to be having.  One person cannot make things better for us.  We have to do our part.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;He said this as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of shortcuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the faint-hearted — for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things — some celebrated but more often men and women obscure in their labor, who have carried us up the long, rugged path towards prosperity and freedom."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I plan on working hard to get my voice heard and get equality for all.  I remember when I spoke with State Senator Roy McDonald and he accused me of being a one item voter.  He said other people need help too, like the disabled.  I responded to him that "the disabled can marry."  Now, when I talk with him again, I am going to say, "when I, and my fellow LGBT brothers and sisters, are equal citizens and have equal rights, then I will work toward helping others."  It is that important to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I also did something today that will not be remembered&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;by anyone but me and probably didn't matter in the big scheme of things but, I did it anyway.  I turned my back to the television when Rick Warren spoke.  I know, he didn't see me but, it felt like the right thing to do.  I am not sure if people in DC did this.  I think they were going to as a protest to Rick speaking.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;So, that's it for now on the update.  Click to read and view &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/01/20/president-obamas-inaugura_n_159370.html"&gt;President Obama's Inauguration speech.&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/5008933226765397898-2121613937914250723?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/2121613937914250723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=2121613937914250723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/2121613937914250723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/2121613937914250723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hope-part-2.html' title='I Hope Part 2'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-1043949692412374337</id><published>2009-01-20T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T07:09:41.219-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage equality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prop 8'/><title type='text'>I Hope.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;At exactly noon today, Bush will no longer be our president and Obama will.  Yeah, our time has come, hopefully.  I hate to sound cynical, but haven't we been here before.  Promises, catering to our demands to garnish our votes (damn, now I am hungry), only to be let down (Clinton, Don't ask, don't tell and DOMA.)  I want to be optimistic, I want to feel like we now have a chance but, I can't.  The passage of Prop 8 kind of took away a lot of my optimism.  My parents deciding, like those who voted yes on 8, to not support my marriage, took away a lot of my optimism.  I will wait and see if he makes good on his promise to get rid of don't ask, don't tell and DOMA.  I will also wait and see if the state senators that the LGBT constituents helped get elected stand good on their promises as well.  Although, I am trying to make a difference there by lobbying my State Senator, Roy McDonald on &lt;a href="http://marriageequalityny.org/marriage_day.html"&gt;Marriage Equality Day&lt;/a&gt; (sign up to participate.)  I know that I sound like a one issue person, and maybe I am.  I am sorry, but this one issue is important to me.  It is my life.  Things other people take for granted we have to fight for.  I know it is worse for others in other places.  I know that is much braver for someone in Iraq, for instance, to be out.  But, we are the United States of America. We are supposed to be the land of equality, the land of the free.  We are supposed to be ahead of the curve.  So I want to hope, I want to dream, I want to ride this new positive wave that everyone is on, but, it is a difficult one for me.  I am going to watch the inauguration and maybe I can get inspired.  I hope so.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Here is a list of my hopes for the next four years:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;          I hope that my marriage holds up in California.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;          I hope the CA Supreme Court invalidates Prop 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;          I hope the CA legislatures then pass marriage equality once and for all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;          I hope NYS follows suit and passes a marriage equality bill, as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;          I hope that President Obama gets rid of don't ask and DOMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;          I hope that President Obama starts talks about equalizing rights for gay americans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;          I hope that I get all 1,324 NYS rights afforded to married couples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;          I hope that I get all 1,138 federal rights afforded to married couples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;          I hope my parents finally see me as a whole person and support my marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Feel free to comment and leave your messages of hope.  Here's to Obama and goodbye Bush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008933226765397898-1043949692412374337?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/1043949692412374337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=1043949692412374337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/1043949692412374337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/1043949692412374337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hope.html' title='I Hope.'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-3821750705391455323</id><published>2009-01-18T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:50:58.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Leah said my blog was at the bottom of her side blog list so I decided to write and get back up to the top. Let's see, what has been going on. Well, Christmas is over, New Year's has come and gone and tomorrow is Martin Luther King Day. Oh yeah, Obama gets inaugurated on Tuesday. Yeah, Bush is done. Now let's hope that Obama stands by his promises and passes some much needed LGBT legislation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On Tues, Febuary 3rd I will be heading to our state capital to talk with legislators regarding Marriage Equality. Yup, you heard right. I have decided that I cannot sit back and let others do the work for me. If I want my marriage to remain legal and for my friends to be able to stay married I need to do something. I am joining &lt;a href="http://www.marriageequalityny.org/"&gt;MENY&lt;/a&gt; in Albany to lobby our state Senators. Unfortunately, my State Senator is Roy McDonald. Extremely conservative and someone I have talked with before. Wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I will leave you with some wedding pics because Leah and I just got our disc with all our wedding photos on it. Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SXQQXEuXVkI/AAAAAAAAACo/ObGAzwvjOG4/s1600-h/Brenda+%26+Leah_262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292873450658420290" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SXQQXEuXVkI/AAAAAAAAACo/ObGAzwvjOG4/s400/Brenda+%26+Leah_262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Leah loved this pic but it got vetoed out of the wedding book. We were only able to get 50 pics. It was real tough picking out only 50. Our photograper, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rcjonesphotographyblog.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ryan Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;, was amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SXQTGN_pSgI/AAAAAAAAACw/Ijj726hkR4w/s1600-h/Brenda+%26+Leah_61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292876459623926274" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SXQTGN_pSgI/AAAAAAAAACw/Ijj726hkR4w/s400/Brenda+%26+Leah_61.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love the colors in this picture. The blue background, the brown grass, Leah's white dress and my green shirt. Love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SXQWRy0XLiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/axuJYEjSHe4/s1600-h/Brenda+%26+Leah_218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292879957022158370" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SXQWRy0XLiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/axuJYEjSHe4/s400/Brenda+%26+Leah_218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love this picture. It looks like it could be a photo for an ad for the red dress. I loved all the colors from our wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That's it for now. Shout out to Irongirl if you happen to read this.&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/5008933226765397898-3821750705391455323?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/3821750705391455323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=3821750705391455323' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/3821750705391455323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/3821750705391455323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SXQQXEuXVkI/AAAAAAAAACo/ObGAzwvjOG4/s72-c/Brenda+%26+Leah_262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-4676991705888678592</id><published>2008-12-21T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T08:13:59.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, Sandals is amazing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Okay, Leah and I just got back from a fabulous honeymoon. OMG, all inclusive is the way to go. Bellying up to the bar, ordering a drink and not having to throw down cash is the best ever. We mostly drank this drink called a BBC. Our bartender friend, Althea, said she made it up but, we later found out it is a drink there. Nice try Althea. Anyway, it is a liquid refresher like none other. It is a mixture of bananas (B), Bailey's (B) and Colada mix (C). You mix it with some ice in a blender, add some nutmeg and an optional cherry and you are set. I lost count of how many I had, but I do know they are great at 11am, heehee. We did mix it up having some wine, beer, champagne and banana sip sops (banana, colada mix, grenadine and dark rum, mmmmm.) Oh and Leah had a couple of Miami Vices, pic below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SU6JTdf319I/AAAAAAAAABM/g67DfAcFMU4/s1600-h/100_1413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282310380381001682" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SU6JTdf319I/AAAAAAAAABM/g67DfAcFMU4/s320/100_1413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It is supposed to be blue on top, white in the middle and red on the bottom. The bartender who made this one had a little trouble with the blue, hahaha. That's my BBC on the right and a bottle of rum we won in a beach game we played. That's right, Leah and Brenda, the token lesbian couple, were right out in front with our gayness. And guess what? We didn't threaten anyone's marriage, hahahaha. We even played the newlywed game. I, of course, got to be with the "guys" (that is in quotes because I am not a guy.) Oh, and we won! We actually got a perfect score. That's right, the lesbian couple won the newlywed game. I love it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We also treated ourselves to a couples massage (thanks Ronnie!) It was awesome. First we got a body scrub and rinsed off in this amazing shower that had several shower heads. Awesome. Next we got our massages. Hmmmmmmmmm, aaaaaaaahhhhhhh, hmmmmmmmmmm. After the massages, we got into a whirlpool tub with lots of bubbles and enjoyed champagne and fruit. Here is a pic:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SU6O8qjRckI/AAAAAAAAABU/DvcldfCxKN0/s1600-h/100_1344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282316585817698882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SU6O8qjRckI/AAAAAAAAABU/DvcldfCxKN0/s320/100_1344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;As we relaxed afterward, we talked about our favorite parts of the massage. Specifically, we said, what if the masseuse had asked us what part we would want more of. We both said our hands and feet. Isn't that great. We are so in tuned to each other (hence why we won the newlywed game.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;My favorite part was when we returned to our room one night and found this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SU6gbocAwYI/AAAAAAAAABc/Al2iam2s6CM/s1600-h/100_1180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282335809523990914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SU6gbocAwYI/AAAAAAAAABc/Al2iam2s6CM/s320/100_1180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;A note accompanied these two love birds saying, we were being treated to breakfast in our room. There was a menu for us to choose from and a time to pick for our breakfast. The next morning it was delivered to our room and we enjoyed breakfast on our balcony:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SU6hxq6A6BI/AAAAAAAAABk/NH0nu4-76y4/s1600-h/100_1195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282337287655450642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SU6hxq6A6BI/AAAAAAAAABk/NH0nu4-76y4/s320/100_1195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SU6igG2ZiNI/AAAAAAAAABs/mfQ2y8Mbkyc/s1600-h/100_1208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282338085430462674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SU6igG2ZiNI/AAAAAAAAABs/mfQ2y8Mbkyc/s320/100_1208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Here is a pic I took in the style of our wedding photographer, &lt;a href="http://www.rcjonesphotographyblog.com/"&gt;Ryan&lt;/a&gt;. What do you think, Ryan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SU6kTdQHEFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Q2KkCmH-MFg/s1600-h/100_1235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282340067128840274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SU6kTdQHEFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Q2KkCmH-MFg/s320/100_1235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;All the staff at Sandals were so nice and friendly. Each time a staff person walked by they said hello ladies and smiled. If you ever get a chance to go to a Sandals Resort, Leah and I highly recommend it. And now I have to go shovel our cars out of the foot of snow we have. Such is life in upstate NY. Here is one more pic for you to enjoy. I love the panoramic feature on our camera:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SU6myZj-czI/AAAAAAAAACE/KRvtwTrqRzY/s1600-h/100_1212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282342797737620274" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SU6myZj-czI/AAAAAAAAACE/KRvtwTrqRzY/s400/100_1212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;That is my baby there on the beach. Isn't she beautiful? Love you, baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5008933226765397898-4676991705888678592?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/4676991705888678592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=4676991705888678592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/4676991705888678592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/4676991705888678592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow-sandals-is-amazing.html' title='Wow, Sandals is amazing!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SU6JTdf319I/AAAAAAAAABM/g67DfAcFMU4/s72-c/100_1413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-4706190492029569619</id><published>2008-12-08T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T11:42:51.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymooooooon!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Okay, only three days until we leave for our honeymoon (two days and 17 1/2 hours, but who's counting.)  I can't wait, sunshine, warm ocean, sandy beaches, a coconut rum concoction and the most beautiful girl on my arm.  Oh and did I mention, a spa tub right in our room.  I really can't do any work, I am just too excited thinking about it and all the things I have to do before leaving.  I have to pick up my new  rx sunglasses, email my sister about taking care of the cats, do some last minute laundry, pack and oh yeah, make dinner for my wife.  It's very overwhelming, but I think I will manage, heehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;So, I just got the coolest gadget ever.  A bluetooth headset.  I know, I know, big deal a bluetooth.  But wait, it is so cool.  I have it hooked up with my phone, but....I also have it hooked up to my MP3 player.  Okay, not such a big deal as most phones are MP3 players as well, but I think it is cool.  I don't fill up my phone with stuff and save the battery for more important things like talking to the wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Oh, and one thing about poker in this post.  Okay two.  One, I am hoping that one of the casinos in Antigua has a poker room.  Not quite sure yet.  I know they have slots and some table games but not sure about poker.  If not I will be having withdrawal as I am not bringing the laptop.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Two, I was playing in the &lt;a href="http://ladypokersharks.com/"&gt;Ladypoker Sharks&lt;/a&gt; Poker game on Pokerstars last night.  There were 5 players and I was one before the button and called the $50 blind with K 5 suited. The button raises to $150 and everyone folds.  I call the raise thinking if I hit the flop it could be good and it's only another $100 to call (I am above average but the button has me covered.)  The flop comes 5,5 K.  I am thinking, woo hoo.  I check and the button goes all in.  I think, "awesome" and call.  Then she shows pocket Kings.  Damn, that sucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;That's all for now.  Going to try and get some work done now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008933226765397898-4706190492029569619?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/4706190492029569619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=4706190492029569619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/4706190492029569619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/4706190492029569619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2008/12/honeymooooooon.html' title='Honeymooooooon!!!!!!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-709390730580678954</id><published>2008-11-25T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T06:35:23.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Leah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I can't believe I have been married for a whole month. I have to say, it is so wonderful to find the one person who can complete your life and make it all the more beautiful. I have found that in Leah. Everyday is amazing being with her. We have been together for almost 3 years, but it feels so brand new. Whenever I am near her I just want to be close to her. I want to be touching her in some way. I love that she likes to hold hands with me, all the time. So, this blog today is for Leah, my beautiful wife.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SSwIduBsLKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zn3p0mPECZQ/s1600-h/leah+and+I+dancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272598570408357026" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SSwIduBsLKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zn3p0mPECZQ/s400/leah+and+I+dancing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Leah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;All my life I have dreamed of you. Okay, not "you" but, you. I knew that this is what "it" was supposed to feel like, that this is what love really is. Everyday with you is special and oh, so amazing. When I wake each morning, I (first hit the damn snooze, heehee) smile because I know you are there. I roll next to you, hold you and kiss you good morning. You smile without really waking up. I love that. I love that we hold each other to sleep every night. I love how I feel when I am around you. You make me feel so loved and desired. Thank you, for everything, being you, loving me and for saying yes to marrying me. That day is one of the best days of my life. You looked so beautiful and you looked so happy. I was happy that day, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;So, I promise to you, to always kiss you good night, kiss you good morning, hold your hand always, cry with you, take care of you when you need it and to love you with all my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Happy one month anniversary, baby! I love you!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;B.&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/5008933226765397898-709390730580678954?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/709390730580678954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=709390730580678954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/709390730580678954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/709390730580678954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-leah.html' title='For Leah'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SSwIduBsLKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zn3p0mPECZQ/s72-c/leah+and+I+dancing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-7042938966816633180</id><published>2008-11-13T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:12:07.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prop 8 Protests</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="National Protest Against Prop 8" src="http://image.wetpaint.com/image/1/YjSNcnfASP1qAGzudPa7BQ61041" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://jointheimpact.wetpaint.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 181px; HEIGHT: 172px" height="222" alt="Fight the H8 in New York" src="http://image.wetpaint.com/image/1/zYF75XJ-Vhten0rShsmIwA21743" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Let's all join together and fight the Hate. My wife and I will be at the Albany, NY protest. Here is the link to check for a protest near you &lt;a href="http://jointheimpact.wetpaint.com/"&gt;http://jointheimpact.wetpaint.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Please, if you can, go to a protest near you. I believe it is important for us to continue to stand together and let the nation know we are not second class citizens and will not accept anything less than equal!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008933226765397898-7042938966816633180?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/7042938966816633180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=7042938966816633180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/7042938966816633180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/7042938966816633180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2008/11/prop-8-protests.html' title='Prop 8 Protests'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-1388759283566420651</id><published>2008-11-06T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T07:03:03.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, I know that I have not posted anything in forever. My new wife has a blog and she is so much better at it than me. Besides, I would just write about the same thing anyway, heehee. Actually, I am just kind of lazy about these things and sometimes I feel like I don't have too much to say. But.............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have to say......&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WTF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...... California, what the hell happened. I know it wasn't all of you, just those that believed all the lies the religious right was spewing. Now my marriage hangs in the balance. What right do these people have to vote on my life, my happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;How can the government of California allow this proposition to even come to a vote. Prop 8 was not defining marriage, it was eliminating same sex marriages. It was literally discriminating against another human being. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where in history has that majority been allowed to vote on the minority status. If this had been any other minority written into Prop 8 it would have outraged our nation. Well, I am outraged. This is not a religious issue. This is a civil issue. The courts, the legislature decides on these issues, not the people. If the people voted on these issues then we would still have slavery, women would not vote and be the personal property of their father or husband, the Civil Rights movement would have never happened and we would be stuck in the dark ages. Our forefathers made our government the way they did so we could evolve as a nation. They knew that the way it was was not always the way it was going to be. That as we grew as a nation, so would things change. They allowed for this possibility. Tradition does not mean right. It just means the way we have always done things. We all know that we have grown as a nation, as a people by the ones who do not follow tradition. The inventors, the social reformers, the leaders, the scientist, all chose to not follow tradition and helped shape this wonderful nation. Where would we be without Edison, Bell, Ford, Jane Addams, Susan B. Anthony, Martin Luther King, Lincoln Roosevelt, Alexander Fleming, Salk and Sabin. This is just another reform. A chance for this nation to grow and realize that we all deserve the opportunities of the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am guaranteed my right to happiness. My happiness is not against the law (Sodomy laws were struck down long ago.)My happiness should not be voted upon by anyone but myself. This is just crazy. How can anyone deny another person true happiness. My marriage hurts no one. I believe when people start looking at me, and my brothers and sisters, as a person, a human being, capable of feeling pain and hurt, and not as a sexual being, then things will be different. But, for now we will have to continue our fight for justice and equality. We now know how powerful the religious right can be. How they will lie to get their opinion heard. We cannot sit back and hope someone else does something. We all need to do what we can. I for one, am going to make sure everyone knows I got married to a woman. I refuse to hide. In the supermarket, on the street, in public everyone who sees me will know that I love Leah!!!!! We need to be visible and heard. No more hiding. Thanks.&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/5008933226765397898-1388759283566420651?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/1388759283566420651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=1388759283566420651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/1388759283566420651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/1388759283566420651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2008/11/wtf.html' title='WTF'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-3408255027336871027</id><published>2008-06-17T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:09:14.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I do, I do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Yeah!!!!! The marriages have started. I am proud to a part of all this and so very proud of my "sisters and brothers." It is an exciting time. The barriers are coming down. It is only a matter of time now. Speaking of marrying, our wedding plans are coming along nicely. Kudos and thanks to Leah's 'rents for everything. We got so lucky and found this great photographer. I will link him when I get his site from Leah. The only sucky part, for me, is going to be that we are doing all this in California. It is great and not so great, because most of my family won't be able to make it. We will just have to have another party here then :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Heading to gay pride in NYC. Meeting up with Raquel (my ex) and Jen. Haven't been to NYC in soooo long and not with Leah at all. Can't wait to spend time there with her. So, here is a pic of the t-shirts we are going to wear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SFgYCEKvqgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fIYHAAYk3eU/s1600-h/pride+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212942992438962690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SFgYCEKvqgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fIYHAAYk3eU/s320/pride+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Chow for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♦ ♥ &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/5008933226765397898-3408255027336871027?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/3408255027336871027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=3408255027336871027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/3408255027336871027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/3408255027336871027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-do-i-do.html' title='I do, I do'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SFgYCEKvqgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fIYHAAYk3eU/s72-c/pride+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-5630759053720386250</id><published>2008-05-21T09:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:40:27.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Poker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hi, and, as always, my favorite subject, (next to my girl of course) poker. This time it is online poker. About a month ago, I received an email from Pokerstars saying they have deposited $5 into my real money account. I had been thinking of playing with real money but, up until now only used play money. They said they were giving it to me for free to try my hand at real money, online poker. I was so excited, free money, woo hoo. I immediately signed in and began playing. What is cool about Pokerstars is that they have penny games, like a 1 cent/2 cent no limit hold 'em. So that is where I started. Within 2 hours I had doubled that $5. I even tried my hand at Omaha. Not too bad. I have played a few small buy in tournaments and won a couple for $4.50. This past Friday, I played in a Satellite tournament. It was a $2.20 buy in with a max of 45 players (9 tables.) The top 6 players won the buy in for the Sunday Hundred Grand tournament. In that tournament you can win upwards of $20,000. Woo, hoo, I made it. I actually was the chip leader when I busted #7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♦ ♥ &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;♣ ♠&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now fast forward to Sunday. I am waiting for the big tourney to start and the number of people entered is growing. By the time registration closes, 25,000 players have signed up. I check the payouts and in order to be in the money I will have to place at least 3750, to win $22.50. So the tournament starts. To make a long story short, heehee, I made it to 3510 and won $22.51. I could have done better except that when it came close to the 3750, I chose not to play some hands I could have, so I could last and win some money. It was so cool.  I realized that I had outlasted over 20,000 other players.  Not too shabby.  Next time, I will go all out. So, now I have $36.00 in my account. Not bad for starting out with $5. Of course, Leah was saying, "cash out, cash out." No baby, not until I win that $20,000, heehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♦ ♥ &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/5008933226765397898-5630759053720386250?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/5630759053720386250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=5630759053720386250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/5630759053720386250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/5630759053720386250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2008/05/online-poker.html' title='Online Poker'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-1856058513220530266</id><published>2008-05-21T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:43:20.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High Heels Poker Tournament</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am finally at my very first "real" poker tourney. There are 40 ladies entered and I am one of them, woo, hoo! Seated at my table is the suck out, all-in queen I played last night. No, she did not win her seat. The other woman left last night, sucked out on her. My girl was there cheering me on. I had made myself a few notes before starting; the formula for calculating odds, "have fun, " use position and most of all, play the player, not the cards. Wish I had remembered that one. So, we all got a neat card cover for entering and the tournament began. I remember getting my chips (10,000 starting) and immediately shuffling them. I wanted to feel like a real poker player :) The woman next to me said, "I wish I could do that." I told her that it took a lot of practice and suggested she search You Tube for an instructional video. That's where I learned, heehee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't remember all of my hands, but I did have a lot of fun. I remember raising with nothing and everyone folding (nothing like winning a bluff) and getting dealt the worst poker hand (7 2 offsuit) in the big blind. Got lucky with that one when a 7 2 fell on the flop. I was doing well, holding my own. I made it into the first break (2 hours) with a pretty good chip count. I even went all-in once. Man was I sweating, hahahaha. I was dealt pocket A's so it was a good all in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then, back from the break and now the antes in addition to the blinds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The first hand is dealt and I peek at my cards, pocket A's again, in the big blind. Trying to hide my excitement, poker face, poker face. Everyone folded except for the chip leader, in the small blind. She called, I raised 3x's the big blind ($600), she called. Now, this lady has been in practically every hand and raised and won them. She was bullying. I had pocket A's, no it was my turn. The flop came, J J J. Wow, three jacks, I now have a full house. She checks. I think, she can't have that other J. I raise $1000, she thinks a good long time, staring at me. I just look at the table and keep a straight face. She calls. The turn is a 9. She checks again. I think, think, think. Now, like I said before, it is hard to throw away those A's. I just kept thinking, out of all the cards dealt, the chances are very slim that she has that one last J. I go all in. She calls, quickly. She had the J. She had a Q J offsuit. Now, I am not a sore loser, like Mr. Phil Helmuth, but, really, what is she calling a big raise pre-flop with a Q J offsuit. I really should have read that one, but, I saw a big hand and played the cards not the player. Lesson learned. So, I went out at #30 out of 40. Not too bad for my first real live tournament. A great experience. I found out the next day that it was a such a good turnout that they will be doing another in August. I will redeem myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♦ ♥ &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;♣ ♠&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008933226765397898-1856058513220530266?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/1856058513220530266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=1856058513220530266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/1856058513220530266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/1856058513220530266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2008/05/high-heels-poker-tournament.html' title='High Heels Poker Tournament'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-4462585842493574629</id><published>2008-04-29T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:09:14.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poker in my veins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SBdZvVQKv_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QkWGTJslKF0/s1600-h/poker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194719364888838130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SBdZvVQKv_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QkWGTJslKF0/s320/poker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay, I am going to talk about poker. On Friday, April 4th, Leah and I made our way to Turning Stone Casino to try my hand at a ladies tournament. The High Heels Poker Tornament was coming to town and I was determined to play, &lt;a href="http://highheelspokertour.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://highheelspokertour.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. On Friday, they were having small, one table satellites to win your way into the big game. I got into the last one at 11:30pm. There were 10 of us at the table. I did real well. I even bluffed a few hands and won. At one point I was dealt pocket rockets (Aces, for those not up on the lingo.) I was in a hand with a woman sitting next to me. Now, she hadn't played many hands and seemed a bit frustrated. The flop came J, 10, 3. Good flop for my Aces, but she bet into it, a pot size bet. I thought for a good, long time. My head was saying "go for it, you got Aces," but my gut was saying she had a J 10. I said to her I think you have the J 10 and I am going to give up these Aces. I was right, she told me she had the J 10. Whew, saved myself from losing a lot of chips on that one. Ask any poker player, it is not easy giving up Aces!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, like I said, I was playing well. It was late and now there were three of us. Yup, I made it to the final 3 (only the winner got the seat.) So, I am second in chip count and the woman who is in third goes all in, 4 different times. I don't really remember what she had or what I had but I know that I started out as a favorite to win the pot. This woman was the suck out, all-in, queen. Suddenly I am in third. I finally had to go all in when the blinds were sucking me dry. I, again, was favorite to win, I had A K and an A flopped, but she sucked out and won with a flush. Oh, well that's poker. It was a great time. I left and went up to the room we were staying in. Leah was already there. Tomorrow I would enter in the big tournament. I had the buy-in and was determined to play. Hey do you like my divider? Pretty cool, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♦ ♥ &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;♣ ♠&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&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/5008933226765397898-4462585842493574629?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/4462585842493574629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=4462585842493574629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/4462585842493574629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/4462585842493574629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2008/04/poker-in-my-veins.html' title='Poker in my veins'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SBdZvVQKv_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QkWGTJslKF0/s72-c/poker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008933226765397898.post-1723270010516552130</id><published>2008-04-07T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:45:14.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, I'm blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, it begins. Yes, I have joined the 21st century and have started a blog. Now I am going to go waste time at work and decide what profound things I can say. Chow for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008933226765397898-1723270010516552130?l=brendasbanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/feeds/1723270010516552130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008933226765397898&amp;postID=1723270010516552130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/1723270010516552130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008933226765397898/posts/default/1723270010516552130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendasbanter.blogspot.com/2008/04/yeah-im-blogging.html' title='Yeah, I&apos;m blogging'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954527220281925695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNbQxK9V5cc/SVkNE8tXjFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KeTanZQO7fE/S220/dance+couple.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
