<?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-7482403990504456370</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:57:30.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Point of View</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1ltkimalmodovar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7482403990504456370/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1ltkimalmodovar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Almo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02142492074547223885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sW-BC6q5W4/ST15UIQghqI/AAAAAAAAABI/tOP-dyzWZUE/S220/Eagle+2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7482403990504456370.post-3420659136316011824</id><published>2009-01-23T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T13:10:50.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Laid Plans....</title><content type='html'>One of the things we enjoy most in this life is the ability to plan for our future.  Whether that future lies in minutes, hours, days, weeks or even years ahead, the ability to plan for it is ours and ours alone.  For some people, these plans, once laid, come to fruition.  It is amazing.  It is as if all they do is think 'it', and 'it' happens.  Then there is that other group of people who plan as best they can, but it is like the pieces keep getting moved around.  As frustrating as it is to have your plans changing every time the wind blows, have you ever stop to notice that the unexpected changes can actually yield pretty amazing results?  I plan to take notice of these unexpected, but amazing results more often.  Care to join me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7482403990504456370-3420659136316011824?l=1ltkimalmodovar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1ltkimalmodovar.blogspot.com/feeds/3420659136316011824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7482403990504456370&amp;postID=3420659136316011824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7482403990504456370/posts/default/3420659136316011824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7482403990504456370/posts/default/3420659136316011824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1ltkimalmodovar.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-laid-plans.html' title='Best Laid Plans....'/><author><name>Almo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02142492074547223885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sW-BC6q5W4/ST15UIQghqI/AAAAAAAAABI/tOP-dyzWZUE/S220/Eagle+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7482403990504456370.post-8040763116942863020</id><published>2008-12-21T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T08:36:56.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More...</title><content type='html'>I woke yesterday, a mission to do&lt;br /&gt;Fight for my country, take care of my soldiers&lt;br /&gt;Get trained and prepared to follow our orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK1"&gt;Be a good mother and a loving wife too&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While keeping a positive point of view&lt;br /&gt;These tasks I did gladly with honor and pride&lt;br /&gt;But there’s more to this woman than meets the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today in my own comfy bed&lt;br /&gt;After the sun rose but before it set again&lt;br /&gt;I soaked in my tub and I cooked up a feast&lt;br /&gt;I laughed, danced, and traveled northeast&lt;br /&gt;These things I did gladly with joy and delight&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause there is more to this woman than meets the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll wake up tomorrow, a mission to do&lt;br /&gt;Fight for my country in a foreign land&lt;br /&gt;Keep my soldiers safe, support my command&lt;br /&gt;Be a good mother and a loving wife too&lt;br /&gt;While maintaining a positive point of view&lt;br /&gt;These tasks I do gladly with honor and pride&lt;br /&gt;As there is more to this woman than meets the eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7482403990504456370-8040763116942863020?l=1ltkimalmodovar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1ltkimalmodovar.blogspot.com/feeds/8040763116942863020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7482403990504456370&amp;postID=8040763116942863020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7482403990504456370/posts/default/8040763116942863020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7482403990504456370/posts/default/8040763116942863020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1ltkimalmodovar.blogspot.com/2008/12/more.html' title='More...'/><author><name>Almo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02142492074547223885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sW-BC6q5W4/ST15UIQghqI/AAAAAAAAABI/tOP-dyzWZUE/S220/Eagle+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7482403990504456370.post-5678106376498322639</id><published>2008-12-10T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:51:00.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Icy Surprise Conjures Up Fond Memory</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning thinking 'blah blah blah, just another day', till I walked out of my room at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;EZ&lt;/span&gt; and was greeted by an icy surprise. A thin fresh layer of snow covered everything as far as my eyes could see. For a minute, I was transported back in time to one of my fondest memories. While staying at a resort hotel in Germany, mid winter, I had the privilege of swimming in an indoor/outdoor pool. I saw people swimming in the outdoor section and thought 'they must be insane; it's cold and it's snowing out there'. But the joy on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; faces could not be ignored. I was eventually drawn beneath the threshold that separated the indoor folk from the out door folk and was immediately overcome by the thrill of it all. With snow swirling around my head and melting just as it touched the warm water, I felt like I was in a living, breathing 'snow globe'. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Humph&lt;/span&gt;!!! I think I walked around with a smile on my face for weeks after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7482403990504456370-5678106376498322639?l=1ltkimalmodovar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1ltkimalmodovar.blogspot.com/feeds/5678106376498322639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7482403990504456370&amp;postID=5678106376498322639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7482403990504456370/posts/default/5678106376498322639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7482403990504456370/posts/default/5678106376498322639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1ltkimalmodovar.blogspot.com/2008/12/icy-surprise-conjures-up-fond-memory.html' title='Icy Surprise Conjures Up Fond Memory'/><author><name>Almo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02142492074547223885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sW-BC6q5W4/ST15UIQghqI/AAAAAAAAABI/tOP-dyzWZUE/S220/Eagle+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7482403990504456370.post-6696237173573338866</id><published>2008-12-08T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T07:51:00.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fugitive Captured After Several Years on the Run...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That was the headline. After several years of purposely running away from Combat Life Saver Training, I was apprehended. I know, I know... the skills learned in this course are invaluable. I agree, but it goes against my nature to &lt;em&gt;'volunteer'&lt;/em&gt; to participate in activities where needles and blood are key players. Several weeks ago, sources close to me let me know that my name had come up on a 'List', and that the command was hot on my trail. I simply did not have the time or resources needed to make my escape. I gave up without a fight, completed the course, and now I proudly stand before you - CLS certified. I could not have done it without the support and encouragement of my fellow classmates and instructors. Thank you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;- Fugitive No More&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7482403990504456370-6696237173573338866?l=1ltkimalmodovar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1ltkimalmodovar.blogspot.com/feeds/6696237173573338866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7482403990504456370&amp;postID=6696237173573338866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7482403990504456370/posts/default/6696237173573338866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7482403990504456370/posts/default/6696237173573338866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1ltkimalmodovar.blogspot.com/2008/12/fugitive-captured-after-several-years.html' title='Fugitive Captured After Several Years on the Run...'/><author><name>Almo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02142492074547223885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sW-BC6q5W4/ST15UIQghqI/AAAAAAAAABI/tOP-dyzWZUE/S220/Eagle+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
