<?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-7347291501474013684</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:50:27.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Channy Murphy</title><subtitle type='html'>Let me explain,no to much , let me sum up</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channymurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347291501474013684/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channymurphy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Channy Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785201015644172883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347291501474013684.post-1477140636212663086</id><published>2007-12-18T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T07:34:48.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what to say to that....</title><content type='html'>To me blogging is just a form of therapy. I guess I have deemed it "verbal vomit" and must admit I do not even read blogs unless prompted to while one of my siblings is standing over me, or waiting on the phone while I log on. However this morning mom called and told me I need to read Wendy's Blog. Mom was so enamored by it and could not contain her smile over the phone. It was very touching and I must admit I felt a tinge of jealousy for her excitement over Wendy's story. So here goes my epiphany.... I have been living close to my family for six months something I have not had for about 12 years.... I get to see them, feed them, fight them, fund them and on and on. I have savored every moment because I know that New Mexico is calling me and my family back to the Land of Entrapment (license plates indicate Enchantment but I prefer the later). Blogging seemed stupid when you could just rehash a story "Arnett Style" in person or over the phone. Since my denial has left me this morning and I am left with the raw truth that I will not be living, loving, fighting, feeding next door to my family for much longer blogging is the next best thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my feeble attempt at jumping in the blog world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an intro for my one little thought....Last week I was accosted by a phrase I had no words for. My usual counseling tricks of reflecting what the person had just said seemed innapropriate. I went to pick Trey up from the neighbor's house across the street. When met at the door by the loving mother she looked at me and said, "we have had an incident." I was thinking great what did he do. She then proceeded to tell me that "I think Trey saw me naked!" Now for my stupor of thought.... Do I say "Thank-you", "Oh he probably liked it because he is kind of a perv", "That's alright just don't let it happen again", or just reflect her sentiments..."Trey saw you naked, Ewwwwe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know what to say to that."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347291501474013684-1477140636212663086?l=channymurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channymurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/1477140636212663086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7347291501474013684&amp;postID=1477140636212663086' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347291501474013684/posts/default/1477140636212663086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347291501474013684/posts/default/1477140636212663086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channymurphy.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-dont-know-what-to-say-to-that.html' title='I don&apos;t know what to say to that....'/><author><name>Channy Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785201015644172883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347291501474013684.post-2758566570249312722</id><published>2007-08-13T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T18:34:59.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What doesn't kill you makes you stronger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtS2XOqgXXY/RsD21wELX1I/AAAAAAAAABI/vlln4oSmSY0/s1600-h/lee[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098346181479325522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtS2XOqgXXY/RsD21wELX1I/AAAAAAAAABI/vlln4oSmSY0/s200/lee%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the saying what doesn't kill you makes you stronger!! That sums up my relationship with Lee Alexander Murphy.   I am definitely a stronger person because of him.  Today is his 37th birthday. So my first ever blog is dedicated to the man that I have spent the last 15 years with. I have not killed him nor he I. (But that is not for lack of trying)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lee is the most complex and intriguing man I have ever been married to. This picture is my most favorite picture ever of Lee. I think brilliant people like Lee are never at peace. But for one brief moment in the misty mornings of Ocala Florida Lee found peace. (Not with me but with a horse!)  He still has not been able to break me.  Secretly he would be bored if I always listened to his sage advice and did what I said I was going to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Lee often questions if I even like him (He knows I Love him but Like is different) so what follows is 37 things I love/like about Lee.  Happy Birthday Lee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  The most awesome calf muscles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Unquenchable thirst for any type of learning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  You are not threatened by me being smarter than you ha ha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Uncanny ability to dedicate songs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  You wake up happy and talking nonsense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  Great "Faaaa" Soup (Spelling??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  Your testimony of the Savior &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  Spiky Hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.  Long Curly white eyelashes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Ability to fix crappy cars, lawn mowers, computers, bikes, etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.  Knowledge of anything technical or mechanical&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. You can always make Shani smile or laugh when I want to beat her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13.  Horse whisperer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. You can beat Ty or Trey at any  Star Wars video game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15.  You are not afraid to spend money on nice things or things you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16.  You let me... let you.... think you are in charge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17.  Play catch for 13 hours straight with Trey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18.  You throw back fish after you catch them (Thank you!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19.   You will eat macaroni and cheese and consider it a meal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20.  You still think tomato soup and grilled cheese are gourmet food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21.  Tendencies toward OCD behavior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22.  Perfectionist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24.  You have taught our children the gospel in a way that they understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25.  Giving up everything you love and dream of for your family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26.  Wanting your children to experience good literature Lord of the Flies, The Hobbit, Book of  Mormon, Yertle the Turtle, and Where the Red Fern Grows and more.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27.  Ability to share a thought or view coherently (unlike me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28.  Can give inspiring talks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29.  You still can run fast.... the best Flag Football Player at NMT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30.  Patience with Shani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31.  Great soccer coach to TY and Trey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32.  Never give up on any project&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33.  "What are you doing Paige?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34.  Letting me be "Beazus"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;35.  Teaching me to follow through on things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;36.  Letting me be whatever I want to be and encouraging more out of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and finally.....................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;37. I still think you are ever so handsome in a ball cap and sunglasses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347291501474013684-2758566570249312722?l=channymurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channymurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/2758566570249312722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7347291501474013684&amp;postID=2758566570249312722' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347291501474013684/posts/default/2758566570249312722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7347291501474013684/posts/default/2758566570249312722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channymurphy.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-doesnt-kill-you-makes-you-stronger.html' title='What doesn&apos;t kill you makes you stronger'/><author><name>Channy Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785201015644172883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jtS2XOqgXXY/RsD21wELX1I/AAAAAAAAABI/vlln4oSmSY0/s72-c/lee%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
