<?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-22165168</id><updated>2011-06-30T22:13:45.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The  Adventures of Myrtle The Opossum</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</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>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-6772867545940535652</id><published>2007-05-23T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T13:48:13.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annie Bowers &amp; Sally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RlSobzvrluI/AAAAAAAAADs/s8-4qH9WT24/s1600-h/Carolina+Mornings+West+Branch+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067860676398782178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RlSobzvrluI/AAAAAAAAADs/s8-4qH9WT24/s320/Carolina+Mornings+West+Branch+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RlSoTzvrltI/AAAAAAAAADk/pNSniBgXFdg/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067860538959828690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RlSoTzvrltI/AAAAAAAAADk/pNSniBgXFdg/s320/IMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/22165168-6772867545940535652?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/6772867545940535652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/6772867545940535652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2007/05/annie-bowers-sally.html' title='Annie Bowers &amp; Sally'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</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://bp0.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RlSobzvrluI/AAAAAAAAADs/s8-4qH9WT24/s72-c/Carolina+Mornings+West+Branch+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-2771334425611114226</id><published>2007-05-23T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T13:34:29.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annies Picture Of Sally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RlSk-TvrlsI/AAAAAAAAADc/Xhm9-D2AVXU/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067856871057757890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RlSk-TvrlsI/AAAAAAAAADc/Xhm9-D2AVXU/s320/IMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Sally, Annies Dog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drawn by Annie Bowers on May 23 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-2771334425611114226?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/2771334425611114226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/2771334425611114226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2007/05/annies-picture-of-sally.html' title='Annies Picture Of Sally'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</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://bp2.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RlSk-TvrlsI/AAAAAAAAADc/Xhm9-D2AVXU/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-8142899092400564872</id><published>2007-05-22T13:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T13:48:07.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucky is growing too, a lot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RlNW_zvrlrI/AAAAAAAAADU/6jk8Sy5SWz4/s1600-h/The+Dogs+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067489659943884466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RlNW_zvrlrI/AAAAAAAAADU/6jk8Sy5SWz4/s320/The+Dogs+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/22165168-8142899092400564872?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/8142899092400564872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/8142899092400564872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2007/05/bucky-is-growing-too-lot.html' title='Bucky is growing too, a lot.'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</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://bp3.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RlNW_zvrlrI/AAAAAAAAADU/6jk8Sy5SWz4/s72-c/The+Dogs+072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-1491219083127369022</id><published>2007-05-22T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T13:46:36.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Babies are a Growing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RlNWojvrlqI/AAAAAAAAADM/-hx831Y3nTc/s1600-h/Carolina+Mornings+West+Branch+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067489260511925922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RlNWojvrlqI/AAAAAAAAADM/-hx831Y3nTc/s320/Carolina+Mornings+West+Branch+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RlNWejvrlpI/AAAAAAAAADE/UEpnApa5IRw/s1600-h/Carolina+Mornings+West+Branch+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067489088713234066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RlNWejvrlpI/AAAAAAAAADE/UEpnApa5IRw/s320/Carolina+Mornings+West+Branch+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/22165168-1491219083127369022?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/1491219083127369022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/1491219083127369022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2007/05/babies-are-growing.html' title='The Babies are a Growing'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</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://bp2.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RlNWojvrlqI/AAAAAAAAADM/-hx831Y3nTc/s72-c/Carolina+Mornings+West+Branch+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-5672330731733597720</id><published>2007-05-04T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T14:42:33.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HA HA Ha I've got the Ball and&lt;br /&gt;You Dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RjuonFgtb4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/ABfW04t0rpk/s1600-h/zigster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060823995728621442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RjuonFgtb4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/ABfW04t0rpk/s320/zigster.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/22165168-5672330731733597720?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/5672330731733597720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/5672330731733597720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2007/05/ha-ha-ha-ive-got-ball-and-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</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://bp2.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RjuonFgtb4I/AAAAAAAAAC8/ABfW04t0rpk/s72-c/zigster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-1280227082549985884</id><published>2007-05-04T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T14:41:23.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/Rjunz1gtb3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/wtPe2QiO-EQ/s1600-h/pups.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060823115260325746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" height="232" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/Rjunz1gtb3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/wtPe2QiO-EQ/s320/pups.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;They look so sweet, dont they ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This is Ziggy &amp;amp; Bella, Auntie Gingers babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-1280227082549985884?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/1280227082549985884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/1280227082549985884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2007/05/they-look-so-sweet-dont-they-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</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://bp1.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/Rjunz1gtb3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/wtPe2QiO-EQ/s72-c/pups.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-3602665111567400250</id><published>2007-05-04T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T14:37:48.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RjunKVgtb2I/AAAAAAAAACs/a-IgqB9P4y0/s1600-h/DSC00446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060822402295754594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="228" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RjunKVgtb2I/AAAAAAAAACs/a-IgqB9P4y0/s320/DSC00446.JPG" width="419" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;They say Crabs can just Jump on your Head &amp;amp; you want even realize it.&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/22165168-3602665111567400250?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/3602665111567400250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/3602665111567400250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2007/05/they-say-crabs-can-just-jump-on-your.html' title=''/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</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://bp3.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RjunKVgtb2I/AAAAAAAAACs/a-IgqB9P4y0/s72-c/DSC00446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-3198901407158178670</id><published>2007-05-04T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T14:31:07.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/Rjultlgtb1I/AAAAAAAAACk/wE2NOMBNdI8/s1600-h/bella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060820808862887762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="190" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/Rjultlgtb1I/AAAAAAAAACk/wE2NOMBNdI8/s320/bella.jpg" width="311" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  Ginger.... I think you need to feed Bella some more, She looks sorta Skinny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-3198901407158178670?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/3198901407158178670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/3198901407158178670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2007/05/uh-ginger.html' title=''/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</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://bp0.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/Rjultlgtb1I/AAAAAAAAACk/wE2NOMBNdI8/s72-c/bella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-2927781074397331656</id><published>2007-05-04T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T14:26:27.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prissy Turns 17 in June</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;She looks just like a Teenager dosent She ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/Rjukz1gtb0I/AAAAAAAAACc/wG_DwAjxkcE/s1600-h/The+Dogs+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060819816725442370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/Rjukz1gtb0I/AAAAAAAAACc/wG_DwAjxkcE/s320/The+Dogs+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/22165168-2927781074397331656?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/2927781074397331656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/2927781074397331656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2007/05/prissy-turns-17-in-june.html' title='Prissy Turns 17 in June'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</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://bp1.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/Rjukz1gtb0I/AAAAAAAAACc/wG_DwAjxkcE/s72-c/The+Dogs+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-5276679464632223094</id><published>2007-05-04T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T14:24:26.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RjukQVgtbzI/AAAAAAAAACU/kObHMlOX9Dg/s1600-h/The+Dogs+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060819206840086322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RjukQVgtbzI/AAAAAAAAACU/kObHMlOX9Dg/s320/The+Dogs+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chester has had too many Doggie Treats, Bourbon flavored, cant you tell by His eyes&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/22165168-5276679464632223094?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/5276679464632223094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/5276679464632223094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2007/05/chester-has-had-too-many-doggie-treats.html' title=''/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</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://bp3.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RjukQVgtbzI/AAAAAAAAACU/kObHMlOX9Dg/s72-c/The+Dogs+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-6393155643091168141</id><published>2007-05-04T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T14:22:30.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Auntie Rachel &amp; Uncle Charles Special Doggie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/Rjuj71gtbyI/AAAAAAAAACM/M0WTuyHGSJ8/s1600-h/Picture+174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060818854652768034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/Rjuj71gtbyI/AAAAAAAAACM/M0WTuyHGSJ8/s320/Picture+174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Look at that Sweet Boy !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Myrtle wants to play with Him.&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/22165168-6393155643091168141?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/6393155643091168141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/6393155643091168141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2007/05/auntie-rachel-uncle-charles-special.html' title='Auntie Rachel &amp; Uncle Charles Special Doggie'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</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://bp1.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/Rjuj71gtbyI/AAAAAAAAACM/M0WTuyHGSJ8/s72-c/Picture+174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-3729355538164088602</id><published>2007-05-04T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T14:19:49.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RjujC1gtbxI/AAAAAAAAACE/bejhFlqjJfA/s1600-h/Carrboro+2007+193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060817875400224530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RjujC1gtbxI/AAAAAAAAACE/bejhFlqjJfA/s320/Carrboro+2007+193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  Myrtle, It's not Charles Manson, It's Uncle Rob &amp;amp; Auntie Rachel&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/22165168-3729355538164088602?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/3729355538164088602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/3729355538164088602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2007/05/relax-myrtle-its-not-charles-manson-its.html' title=''/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</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://bp1.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RjujC1gtbxI/AAAAAAAAACE/bejhFlqjJfA/s72-c/Carrboro+2007+193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-7623994889756988756</id><published>2007-05-04T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T14:20:43.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RjuiTlgtbwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zoirk9PCi7s/s1600-h/The+Dogs+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060817063651405570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="274" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RjuiTlgtbwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zoirk9PCi7s/s320/The+Dogs+042.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RjuiBFgtbvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/65zHTK1Est8/s1600-h/The+Dogs+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060816745823825650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="260" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RjuiBFgtbvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/65zHTK1Est8/s320/The+Dogs+045.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/Rjuh3lgtbuI/AAAAAAAAABs/FQJZHthRIwY/s1600-h/Picture+170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060816582615068386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/Rjuh3lgtbuI/AAAAAAAAABs/FQJZHthRIwY/s320/Picture+170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Which dog is the real Betty-Lou ?? Everybody, even Dogs have a Twin.&lt;/span&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/22165168-7623994889756988756?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/7623994889756988756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/7623994889756988756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2007/05/which-dog-is-real-betty-lou-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</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://bp0.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RjuiTlgtbwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zoirk9PCi7s/s72-c/The+Dogs+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-6268580627717669227</id><published>2007-05-01T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T12:52:56.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even more Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RjeaYlgtbrI/AAAAAAAAABU/1Ib6MgqJnrc/s1600-h/Front+Sign+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059682453550886578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RjeaYlgtbrI/AAAAAAAAABU/1Ib6MgqJnrc/s320/Front+Sign+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look How Small I am, Auntie Ginger &amp;amp; Rachel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-6268580627717669227?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/6268580627717669227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/6268580627717669227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2007/05/even-more-babies.html' title='Even more Babies'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</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://bp0.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RjeaYlgtbrI/AAAAAAAAABU/1Ib6MgqJnrc/s72-c/Front+Sign+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-1916344584944377272</id><published>2007-05-01T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T12:51:28.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RjeaN1gtbqI/AAAAAAAAABM/PWy20jIvyws/s1600-h/Front+Sign+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059682268867292834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RjeaN1gtbqI/AAAAAAAAABM/PWy20jIvyws/s320/Front+Sign+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/22165168-1916344584944377272?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/1916344584944377272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/1916344584944377272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2007/05/more-babies.html' title='More Babies'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</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://bp1.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RjeaN1gtbqI/AAAAAAAAABM/PWy20jIvyws/s72-c/Front+Sign+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-5433304893906526348</id><published>2007-05-01T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T12:50:43.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Auntie Rachel &amp; Auntie Ginger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RjeZ5FgtbpI/AAAAAAAAABE/xPzqcUdt6Zs/s1600-h/Front+Sign+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059681912385007250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RjeZ5FgtbpI/AAAAAAAAABE/xPzqcUdt6Zs/s320/Front+Sign+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Baby time again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The season has started and we have babies everywhere already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big babies, Little babies, Black babies &amp; Silver babies. ( Babies "r" Us )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Myrtle's Auntie Rachel, who lives in Carrboro loves babies. One day when She moves to Asheville, Myrtle is going to Help Auntie Rachel Foster some Babies ( Auntie Rachel dosent know it yet ).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Myrtle has another Auntie &amp;amp; Her name is Ginger, She lives in Carrboro too, She is going to come live in Asheville very soon, And Myrtle wants to come &amp; spend the night, so She can meet Auntie Gingers Doggies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few pictures of Auntie Rachel &amp;amp; Auntie Ginger's Future Babies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Myrtle's Father&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-5433304893906526348?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/5433304893906526348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/5433304893906526348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2007/05/auntie-rachel-auntie-ginger.html' title='Auntie Rachel &amp; Auntie Ginger'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</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://bp2.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/RjeZ5FgtbpI/AAAAAAAAABE/xPzqcUdt6Zs/s72-c/Front+Sign+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-2007644593614204009</id><published>2007-02-26T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T12:01:45.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucky climbs His first Tree</title><content type='html'>It's 4:00 in the Morning, do You know where your Opossum is ?&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/ReMFfZ6MNcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YGOGKGf-yu8/s1600-h/IMG_1759.sized"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035874845419386306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/ReMFfZ6MNcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YGOGKGf-yu8/s320/IMG_1759.sized" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Bucky. He is a bad Boy.&lt;br /&gt;Bucky decided to climb His first tree, and he was very succesful. In fact he was so succesful He climbed too high and coulden't come down.&lt;br /&gt;This is a Picture of Bucky at 3:30 a.m., see how red His eyes are ? This was after 12 hours, He was ready to come down and, We were ready to go to Bed, We even played that Hippie song, "What goes up, must come down " but nothing worked, so we decided to go inside for Ice Cream.&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle was scooping up cones of Rocky Road when We heard a lound bang. We rushed out back to the Tree and Bucky had fell to the ground. He had fallen Asleep and lost His balance. We went back in to finish ourIce Cream Myrtle gave Bucky a dirty look &amp;amp; He wondered in later.&lt;br /&gt;Until next time ice&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle's Father&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-2007644593614204009?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/2007644593614204009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=2007644593614204009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/2007644593614204009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/2007644593614204009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post_26.html' title='Bucky climbs His first Tree'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</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://bp2.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/ReMFfZ6MNcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YGOGKGf-yu8/s72-c/IMG_1759.sized' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-8838532228699173402</id><published>2007-02-26T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T11:41:01.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousin Whitey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/ReMFQJ6MNbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NgqtNEmv47Q/s1600-h/opossum-0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035874583426381234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/ReMFQJ6MNbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NgqtNEmv47Q/s320/opossum-0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Myrtle's Cousin Whitey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whitey is a Opossum of a different natue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We call Him Whitey, because He is solid White except for His Ears &amp; Feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now how did Whitey become so white ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well there is a story behind that, and here it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Whitey was but just a little Possum, He used to slip off His Mamas back and sneak up on the front porch of Mrs. Yeastriser,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when His Mama would pass by there every night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She wouldent even notice Him gone, with all His Brothers &amp;amp; Sisters still attatched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whitey would climb the gutter &amp; up to the Kitchen window He would go. Mrs Yeastriser was a Baker &amp;amp; She cooked Biscuits every day of the week, &amp; Whitey knew that the Biscuits would be cooling on top of the Kitchen table, and He would eat a few and then Mosey back down the Gutter, on to the front Porch &amp;amp; wait for His Mama to come back by &amp; he would just hop on and nobody would notice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One Night, Whitey was eating biscuits &amp;amp; Mrs. Yeastriser surprised Him when She came into the Kitchen. Whitey became so frightened that he jump onto the Flour barrel in the corner, and flipped the lid &amp; fell right in. Mrs. Yeastriser ran over &amp;amp; slammed the lid on top of the Barrell, carried it out the back door and rolled it over the Mountain cliff behind the Outhouse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whitey bounced around the inside of the Barrell for a long time . When it finally stopped, the lid popped off &amp; Whitey crawled out, He was solid white from Head to Toe from all the flour. Whitey tried shaking, washing in the creek, rubbing on rocks , and lots of licking, but nothing worked, and so His Mama named Him Whitey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Myrtle's Father&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-8838532228699173402?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/8838532228699173402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=8838532228699173402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/8838532228699173402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/8838532228699173402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='Cousin Whitey'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</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://bp1.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/ReMFQJ6MNbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NgqtNEmv47Q/s72-c/opossum-0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-838008385209107629</id><published>2007-02-25T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T05:46:09.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle's Uncle Weaserton starring with Elly-Mae</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/ReIH156MNaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZczdBD2seTo/s1600-h/ellie_possum_72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035595956012987810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/ReIH156MNaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZczdBD2seTo/s320/ellie_possum_72.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many people dont know that Myrtle had a famous Uncle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His name was Weaserton.  He starred in the hit show  "The Beverly Hillbilly's " thats Him pictured here  with Donna Douglas  who played Elly-Mae on the Show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weaserton was on the show for 6 years,  He became quite the celebrity,  He even had his own Trailer on the lot, where they did the filming, not to mention Hair &amp; Makeup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weaserton was quite a handsome Gent,  all the ladies were always asking him out, after the cast would wrap up filming for the day,  But Weaserton had only one true love &amp; that was Elly-Mae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the show was cancelled, Weaserton asked Elly-Mae to marry him,  but She turned Him down, saying  " Your just to short".  Elly-Mae was a real tall girl &amp; I guess she just couldent handle Weaserton's height.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Elly-Mae &amp;amp; Weaserton parted &amp; went their seperate ways,  Weaserton started hitting the Bottle out of greif for his love for Elly-Mae,  everything went downhill from there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last we ever heard from Him was a scribbled letter He wrote while He was in The Betty Ford Center, You could harldly read it, &amp; it smelled just like Jack Daniels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day a few years later, while reading the local paper, there was an article about Weaserton's Death.  Reports stated that He wobbled drunk into a Hollywood Diner, went into the Kitchen &amp; Jumped into a pot of boiling Sweet Potatoes,  &amp;amp; He became the Lunch Special that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thats the story of Famous Uncle Weaserton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Myrtle's Father&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-838008385209107629?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/838008385209107629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=838008385209107629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/838008385209107629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/838008385209107629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/myrtles-uncle-weaserton-starring-with.html' title='Myrtle&apos;s Uncle Weaserton starring with Elly-Mae'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</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://bp3.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/ReIH156MNaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZczdBD2seTo/s72-c/ellie_possum_72.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-5132011147185974033</id><published>2007-02-25T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T14:42:26.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle's Great Aunt with Junior &amp; Juniorette</title><content type='html'>Since Myrtle is getting a little old,  She is more interested in Her Opossum Heritage.&lt;br /&gt;This is Myrtle's Great Aunt Wilhemina,  She is holding Junior &amp; Juniorette Some distant cousins of Myrtle &amp;amp; Bucky &amp; Speedy.  This photo was taken way back in the 1950's.  Myrtle kinda resembles Aunt Wilhemina &amp; even more to Junior &amp;amp; Juniorette.  Now Myrtle's Aunt Wilhemina was a true Virginia Hillbilly,  She named Her Opossums Junior &amp; Juniorette,  There was another named Junior Junior,  but he got ran over by the milk truck one early frosty winter morning.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/ReIHaZ6MNZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/af_cHIW145s/s1600-h/My_mother_and_the_opossums-_jpeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035595483566585234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/ReIHaZ6MNZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/af_cHIW145s/s320/My_mother_and_the_opossums-_jpeg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at first Aunt Wilhemina would go outside and call Her opossums, She'd Yell  " Junior Junior, Junior, Juniorette, Yall come on up on the porch and get yer slop !!"" They'd mosey on up on the porch and eat up all the left-overs that Uncle Amos diden't eat fer Supper.&lt;br /&gt;                            Now I could always tell who was Juniorette, cause She was a Girl,  But I Could never tell which one was Junior Junior or Junior.  But Auntie Wilhemina could always tell each one apart, just by glancing at them.  I guess she had lots of experience with stuff like that since She had 3 boys of Her own, and their names were Ben, Benjamin &amp; Benjie.  I guess its a Mother thing you know.&lt;br /&gt;Well Myrtles got to take Her fiber Pills &amp; We have to poly-grip Her dentures for the old lady's club tommorow.  so I guess we will be turning in early.&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle's Father&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-5132011147185974033?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/5132011147185974033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=5132011147185974033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/5132011147185974033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/5132011147185974033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/myrtles-great-aunt-with-junior.html' title='Myrtle&apos;s Great Aunt with Junior &amp; Juniorette'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</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://bp1.blogger.com/_7oC3UjWSQ-M/ReIHaZ6MNZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/af_cHIW145s/s72-c/My_mother_and_the_opossums-_jpeg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-7123176543767851009</id><published>2007-02-24T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T11:23:10.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle's update</title><content type='html'>Wow,  I cant belive its been since August since I've written about Myrtle.&lt;br /&gt;Things here at home have been very busy since then.&lt;br /&gt;So where do I start ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I posted last, things with myrtle &amp; sweet-pea &amp;amp; bucky, and bucky &amp; sweet-pea's Father Speedy have changed dramatically.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately Sweet-Pea is no longer with us.   She dislocated Her hip socket &amp; the Vet said She was in terrible Pain &amp;amp; there was nothing we could do,  so to my Horror Sweet-Pea had to be put down.  It was a sad day for all of us,  especially Myrtle, who did not fully understand what was going on.  Bucky on the other hand looked at it in this way ( More food for Him )&lt;br /&gt;Bucky has turned out to be quite a large Opposum,  He was so puney when He was a little lad, but has he fooled us all &amp; grown to be about 13 pounds. ( WOW).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle still cannot stand Him, because he takes attention away from Her,  But She knows She still is my all time favorite Baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle has been such a good Girl,  She Herself isin't getting any younger, She is starting to slow down some,  Her teeth are starting to grind down &amp; She is not as fat as She once was.&lt;br /&gt;Since She is an Older Opossum I am going to have to change the way I tell stories about Her,  I think I will write about Her as if She were a Geriatric Opossum,  Maybe like Granny stories or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway let me think of some stories &amp; I will post some soon.&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will try to start posting more regular, for all you Myrtle Fans, especially Myrtle's Family back home in Florida &amp;amp; Georgia, Granny Jean,  Auntie Lynn &amp; Auntie Susan &amp;amp; of course Old Old Auntie Hilda in Boca Raton.&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle's Father&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-7123176543767851009?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/7123176543767851009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=7123176543767851009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/7123176543767851009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/7123176543767851009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2007/02/myrtles-update.html' title='Myrtle&apos;s update'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-115653783299425129</id><published>2006-08-25T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T13:30:33.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle's Granny &amp; Two Aunts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/1600/lastscan%20(2).2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/400/lastscan%20%282%29.0.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/22165168-115653783299425129?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/115653783299425129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=115653783299425129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/115653783299425129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/115653783299425129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/08/myrtles-granny-two-aunts.html' title='Myrtle&apos;s Granny &amp; Two Aunts'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-115417629944347221</id><published>2006-07-29T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T05:31:39.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle's Father with Bucky &amp; Sweet-Pea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/1600/puppies%20&amp;%20Opossums%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/320/puppies%20%26%20Opossums%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats Bucky riding on Myrtle's Fathers Shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Sweet-Pea is below&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-115417629944347221?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/115417629944347221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=115417629944347221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/115417629944347221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/115417629944347221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/07/myrtles-father-with-bucky-sweet-pea.html' title='Myrtle&apos;s Father with Bucky &amp; Sweet-Pea'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-115417608453149646</id><published>2006-07-29T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T05:28:04.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucky &amp; Sweet-Pea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/1600/puppies%20&amp;%20Opossums%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/320/puppies%20%26%20Opossums%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bucky &amp;amp; Sweet-Pea on a Sunny July Day&lt;br /&gt;( Look how much they have grown )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-115417608453149646?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/115417608453149646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=115417608453149646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/115417608453149646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/115417608453149646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/07/bucky-sweet-pea.html' title='Bucky &amp; Sweet-Pea'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-115417579387974522</id><published>2006-07-29T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T05:23:13.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle &amp; Her Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/1600/puppies%20&amp;%20Opossums%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/320/puppies%20%26%20Opossums%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle,  with Her Father on a Sunny July Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-115417579387974522?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/115417579387974522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=115417579387974522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/115417579387974522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/115417579387974522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/07/myrtle-her-father.html' title='Myrtle &amp; Her Father'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-115186252542931420</id><published>2006-07-02T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T10:48:45.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on The "Kids Release "</title><content type='html'>This is just an update on Speedy's Kids.&lt;br /&gt;When Myrtle &amp; I went to release Speedy's Kids, everything went o.k.&lt;br /&gt;All of the "Kids" went running fast up on Cold Mountain,  Looking foward to their new Life Up on the Hill.&lt;br /&gt;All with the Exception of Sweet-Pea &amp; Bucky.&lt;br /&gt;They sniffed around &amp;amp; looked at everything &amp; then came crawling back to Myrtle &amp;amp; I .&lt;br /&gt;I knew at that point that they could not be released.&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle looked up with tears in Her eyes and Said " Daddy ,  Can't we keep them at home with us"&lt;br /&gt;With tears in my eyes also I said " Of Course "&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle ran over to Sweet-Pea &amp; Bucky and started to wash them &amp;amp; sniff them,  She was so Happy,  not to mention how happy they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Here we are back at home with Myrtle &amp; Sweet-Pea &amp;amp; Bucky,  all one big happy Family.&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle, even though She wanted them to stay, refuses to share Her room with them.&lt;br /&gt;So now I have got to fix up the Guest room for Sweat-Pea &amp; Bucky.&lt;br /&gt;Bucky is starting to get His Manly Attributes so He will need a room by Himself very soon,  or we will have some " Bucky's Kids."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bucky acts as if He is not very fond of Myrtle,  He Hisses &amp; Squawks at her, and Puffs up His fur &amp;amp; such.  I think He has a secret Crush on Her.  Thats all I need is another "Caller "  for Myrtle.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure BBBJH would be seriously Jealous if He found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all for now.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle &amp; Sweet-pea &amp;amp; Bucky's Father&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-115186252542931420?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/115186252542931420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=115186252542931420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/115186252542931420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/115186252542931420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/07/update-on-kids-release.html' title='Update on The &quot;Kids Release &quot;'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-115137481521602101</id><published>2006-06-26T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T19:20:15.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to say Goodbye to Speedy's Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/1600/amv%20views.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/400/amv%20views.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Cold Mountain&lt;br /&gt;This is where Speedy Lives&lt;br /&gt;This is where Myrtle &amp; I are taking Speedy's Kids.&lt;br /&gt;This is where they will live.&lt;br /&gt;They will roam free, like Opossums should.&lt;br /&gt;They will be going Tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle is already crying &amp;amp; so am I.&lt;br /&gt;We will miss you, Speedy's Kids!!&lt;br /&gt;We love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;Come &amp; visit us soon&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle &amp;amp; Her Father&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-115137481521602101?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/115137481521602101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=115137481521602101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/115137481521602101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/115137481521602101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/06/time-to-say-goodbye-to-speedys-kids.html' title='Time to say Goodbye to Speedy&apos;s Kids'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-115106576539868193</id><published>2006-06-23T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T05:29:25.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle's Self Potrait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/1600/myrtle%20self%20potrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/320/myrtle%20self%20potrait.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Baby's Self Potrait&lt;br /&gt;She spelled her name wrong&lt;br /&gt;She did all this with Her tail&lt;br /&gt;She's very talented.&lt;br /&gt;She is very Loved!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle's Father&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-115106576539868193?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/115106576539868193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=115106576539868193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/115106576539868193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/115106576539868193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/06/myrtles-self-potrait.html' title='Myrtle&apos;s Self Potrait'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-115042705754370499</id><published>2006-06-15T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T20:04:17.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle Babysits Speedy's Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/1600/J76-438167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/320/J76-438167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Speedy's kids&lt;br /&gt;There playing on a log, While Auntie Myrtle is babysitting them.&lt;br /&gt;The one on the right is Lullabelle&lt;br /&gt;The one on the left is  Tinkerbell&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle is a good Babysitter, She loves watching Speedy's Kids.&lt;br /&gt;I remember when Myrtle was a Baby like this.&lt;br /&gt;Except She was a lot more cute.&lt;br /&gt;And a lot more Fat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-115042705754370499?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/115042705754370499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=115042705754370499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/115042705754370499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/115042705754370499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/06/myrtle-babysits-speedys-kids.html' title='Myrtle Babysits Speedy&apos;s Kids'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114996833320227380</id><published>2006-06-10T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T12:38:54.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Were Back</title><content type='html'>Sorry that is has been a long time since Myrtle &amp; I have posted any stories.&lt;br /&gt;We have had a very busy Spring &amp;amp; Summer.&lt;br /&gt;As I told you before Myrtle &amp; I have been taking care of Speedy's Kids.&lt;br /&gt;Its a big job, there are 12 of them.&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle loves changing there diapers and helping them finish there Babyfood ( of course )&lt;br /&gt;And Myrtle went to camp for 2 weeks in the latter part of May.&lt;br /&gt;Camp Possumella,&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle sent many letters home telling of her adventures at Camp.&lt;br /&gt;I did get a few letters myself from the Camp counselor, about Myrtles behavoir on there many Fishing trips.&lt;br /&gt;Seems Myrtle was always the first one in the Boat, to go fishing, The reason for this was She loved to bait the hooks for the other Kids.&lt;br /&gt;Come to find out when they werent looking Myrtle was sneaking the worms off the hooks and eating them.  ( no wonder She looked like a fat pig when She came home)&lt;br /&gt;The counselor finally fiqured this out after they were not catching many fish &amp; they were having to keep buying a lot of worms.&lt;br /&gt;So she was suspended from going fishing for the duration of camp.&lt;br /&gt;But She found a new hobby at camp to do.  Helping to harvest oysters in the shallow waters of Posumella Bay.&lt;br /&gt;I can just see Her in Her long rubber Boots &amp; her Oyster cracking knife, just grinning and sampling the Oysters, before She put them  in the baskets.&lt;br /&gt;She's no fool, She knows what activities to volunteer for, especially if they involve food.&lt;br /&gt;I also found out that BBBJH was also at Camp Posumella,  That I must tell you was quite disturbing to me, since I know BBBJH has a serious crush on Myrtle.&lt;br /&gt;One of the other letters from the Counselor, was about catching Myrtle &amp; BBBJH behind the Boat Shed Kissing.&lt;br /&gt;I can just see my little Baby, puckering up her lips &amp;amp; exposing Her famous 1000 teeth grin to BBBJH, and letting Him kiss her.  I hope he did not faint once he smelled her bad breath.&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping this would prevent any boys from Kissing Her, But I was certainly wrong about that.   The Counselor said BBBJH always  kept a clothespin in his front pocket.  Now I know why,  To put on His nose while he was kissing Myrtle.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, everthing is back to normal now at home.  Myrtle is enjoying the rest of her Summer Vacation,  and thank God BBBJH is far away from Her.&lt;br /&gt;As far as Speedys kids go, they are almost ready to be released up on Cold Mountain so they can go about there Possum ways and live the Wild life as God intended.&lt;br /&gt;I will have to say I will be glad, because they &amp; Myrtle are about to eat us out of House &amp;amp; Home.&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle's Father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still working on a story about Myrtle's Family Tree, it will take sometime to finish, because Her  family tree has many, many, many limbs. ( Speedy playboy ways certainly dont help )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-114996833320227380?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114996833320227380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114996833320227380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114996833320227380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114996833320227380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/06/were-back.html' title='Were Back'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114856391746214628</id><published>2006-05-25T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T06:31:57.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies coming out of my ears</title><content type='html'>All you Myrtle Fans,  Please hang in there.&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently taking care of 16 baby opossums.&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle isint much help,  all She's doing is helping them eat their food.&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently working on a long story about Myrtle's Family History&lt;br /&gt;Hope to post it soon&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle's Father&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-114856391746214628?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114856391746214628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114856391746214628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114856391746214628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114856391746214628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/05/babies-coming-out-of-my-ears.html' title='Babies coming out of my ears'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114778478456653609</id><published>2006-05-16T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T06:06:24.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle and Speedy's Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Myrtle with Her Neices and Nephews&lt;br /&gt;They love to ride on Her back. ( She loves playing Mother )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-114778478456653609?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114778478456653609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114778478456653609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114778478456653609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114778478456653609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/05/myrtle-and-speedys-kids.html' title='Myrtle and Speedy&apos;s Kids'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114778421091939321</id><published>2006-05-16T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T05:56:50.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies Eveywhere</title><content type='html'>Sorry I havent writen in a while,  But Myrtle and I have been so Busy with all the new Babies.&lt;br /&gt;Speedy ( Myrtle's Brother ) is in trouble with Mrs Speedy ( Speedy's Wife )&lt;br /&gt;Seems Speedy has failed to pay His Child support in a few months. ( typical for Mr Possums )&lt;br /&gt;So to help out Mrs Speedy,  Myrtle and I decided to let Speedys Kids stay with us for the Summer ( All 10 of them ).&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle just loves all the little Babies,  She lets them climb on Her  back and ride just like their Mother Mrs Speedy.   She enjoys even more, helping them finish all the food .&lt;br /&gt;When its time to clean up the Supper Dishes,  Myrtle always jumps up real quick to help,&lt;br /&gt;Only because She loves to Pre-wash the food bowls.  She is such a Hog.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway,  I will try to take some Photo's of all the Kids real soon, and post them.&lt;br /&gt;Until then&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle's Father&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-114778421091939321?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114778421091939321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114778421091939321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114778421091939321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114778421091939321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/05/babies-eveywhere.html' title='Babies Eveywhere'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114614722972993968</id><published>2006-04-27T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T07:13:49.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Another Baby For Myrtle to play with</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/1600/DSCN0971%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/320/DSCN0971%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Bucky&lt;br /&gt;Another Adoptee for Myrtle and Her Father to watch after.&lt;br /&gt;Bucky is about 8 weeks old.&lt;br /&gt;Thats me ( Myrtle's Father) Holding little Bucky.&lt;br /&gt;More photo's and Stories to come.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle's Father&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-114614722972993968?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114614722972993968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114614722972993968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114614722972993968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114614722972993968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/04/yet-another-baby-for-myrtle-to-play.html' title='Yet Another Baby For Myrtle to play with'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114590650209778676</id><published>2006-04-24T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T12:21:42.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Sweet Little Baby Myrtle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/1600/DSCN0972%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/320/DSCN0972%20%282%29.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/22165168-114590650209778676?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114590650209778676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114590650209778676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114590650209778676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114590650209778676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/04/daddys-sweet-little-baby-myrtle.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Sweet Little Baby Myrtle'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114590639821861854</id><published>2006-04-24T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T12:19:58.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo's of Myrtle After Surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/1600/DSCN0973%20(2).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/320/DSCN0973%20%282%29.0.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/22165168-114590639821861854?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114590639821861854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114590639821861854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114590639821861854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114590639821861854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/04/photos-of-myrtle-after-surgery.html' title='Photo&apos;s of Myrtle After Surgery'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114590601737684760</id><published>2006-04-24T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T12:13:37.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo's of Myrtle after Her Surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/1600/DSCN0974%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/320/DSCN0974%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a few Photos of Myrtle after She's Healing up from the Dog attack.&lt;br /&gt;She looks real good, Dosen't She&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-114590601737684760?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114590601737684760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114590601737684760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114590601737684760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114590601737684760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/04/photos-of-myrtle-after-her-surgery.html' title='Photo&apos;s of Myrtle after Her Surgery'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114550164078221800</id><published>2006-04-19T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T19:54:00.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nurse Holding Sweet-Pea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/1600/newbaby.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/320/newbaby.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Sweet-Pea at about 5 weeks&lt;br /&gt;Aint She Cute ?&lt;br /&gt;Nurse Smitty is holding Sweet-Pea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-114550164078221800?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114550164078221800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114550164078221800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114550164078221800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114550164078221800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/04/nurse-holding-sweet-pea.html' title='The Nurse Holding Sweet-Pea'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114550135921783323</id><published>2006-04-19T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T19:49:19.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet-Pea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/1600/ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/320/ball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/1600/toys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/320/toys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle's little Sister Sweet-Pea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-114550135921783323?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114550135921783323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114550135921783323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114550135921783323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114550135921783323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/04/sweet-pea.html' title='Sweet-Pea'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114550046322951774</id><published>2006-04-19T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T19:34:23.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle's Father Adopts Another Baby</title><content type='html'>What A Lovely Day.&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle and I went to the Nature Center to Adopt Myrtle a little Sister.&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle was so excited, She could hardley contain Herself, ( Actually She diden't,  She peed all in the Carseat)&lt;br /&gt;All the way to the Adoption center She sang and cooed, kept getting in and out of Her carseat,&lt;br /&gt;Hanging from the rearveiw, as usual.  I never saw Her so Happy.&lt;br /&gt;When We arrived,  we went down to the Nursery, where all the little Baby Opossums were,&lt;br /&gt;And we both peeked through the glass at all the little babies.   There were little ones, Fat ones, Hairy ones, Silver ones, Black ones, Twins, Triplets. etc, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle was staring real hard at them,  And I asked Her which one She liked,  Come to find out She wasen't  staring at the Babies,  She was staring at all the full food bowls.&lt;br /&gt;"The one with the Grapes and Apples She replied".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          We looked and looked but just coulden't make up our mind.  So I picked up Myrtle and put Her in the Nursery with all the Babies,  All of a Sudden one baby climbed up onto Myrtle's back and snuggled into Her fur,  We knew right then that She was the one.&lt;br /&gt;                           Myrtle named her little Sister Sweet-Pea,  and a Sweet-Pea She is.&lt;br /&gt;She is very small, about the size of a mouse.   Very soon I will post a few pictures of Her on Our Blog here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Proud Papa&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely :&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle's Father&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-114550046322951774?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114550046322951774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114550046322951774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114550046322951774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114550046322951774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/04/myrtles-father-adopts-another-baby.html' title='Myrtle&apos;s Father Adopts Another Baby'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114549935512947838</id><published>2006-04-19T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T19:15:55.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Christmas Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/1600/2165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/320/2165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle was Excited about Christmas&lt;br /&gt;She's sniffing around the Tree trying to see if She has a Barbie Corvette.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-114549935512947838?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114549935512947838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114549935512947838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114549935512947838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114549935512947838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/04/another-christmas-photo.html' title='Another Christmas Photo'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114446549317003298</id><published>2006-04-07T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T20:04:53.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speedy's New Kids Again!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/1600/Opossums.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/400/Opossums.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a Photo of Speedy's New Kids.&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle's 14th or 15th Neices and Nephews.&lt;br /&gt;(  they are too many to count )&lt;br /&gt;As you can see Speedy is quite a Playboy with the Ladies. ( I hope Mrs Speedy dosen't find out)&lt;br /&gt;Could you imagine the Child Support ??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-114446549317003298?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114446549317003298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114446549317003298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114446549317003298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114446549317003298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/04/speedys-new-kids-again.html' title='Speedy&apos;s New Kids Again!!'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114390129241453313</id><published>2006-04-01T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T06:21:32.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle's Aunt Hilda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/1600/clark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/320/clark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of Myrtle's Auntie Hilda ( circa 1940 )&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Hilda lived at the Courthouse in Mayor Smiths Office.&lt;br /&gt;Hilda was Mayor Smiths typist and Girl Possum Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Mayor Smith really like Hilda because She could type faster than any Human Secretary.  She used both hands and Her tail.&lt;br /&gt;Mayor Smith dictated very fast and only Hilda could keep up on the typewriter with Him.  They often would take a break and relax,  Hilda liked to sit on Mayor Smiths Shoes during breaktime. ( see picture )&lt;br /&gt;Hilda worked at the courthouse for 20 years all during Mayor Smiths tenure.  Finally after Mayor Smith retired,  Hilda retired too and Moved to Boca Raton in Florida to be with Her Granchildren, all 50 of them.&lt;br /&gt;She currently is in an Old Folks Home, enjoying Her Golden Years.  Myrtle and I plan on visiting Auntie Hilda this Spring.  Myrtle loves looking through Her old Family history Pictures,  She has a lot of time to look now since She is Still recovering from Her Dog bite.&lt;br /&gt;This is one of Her Favorites.  She has a lot of Auntie Hilda in Her,  Because She likes to sit on my shoes when we relax in front of the Fireplace.&lt;br /&gt;More Family history Later&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle's Father&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-114390129241453313?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114390129241453313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114390129241453313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114390129241453313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114390129241453313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/04/myrtles-aunt-hilda.html' title='Myrtle&apos;s Aunt Hilda'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114385549764042552</id><published>2006-03-31T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T17:43:42.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle's missing Ear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/1600/995259-160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/320/995259-160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the Myrtle Fans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago My Lovely Little Darling Myrtle was attacked by a Family pet Dog.&lt;br /&gt;Good News She is o.k. She had to go to the Vet and Get quite a few stitches and tubes put in,&lt;br /&gt;And She's missing half of an Ear.&lt;br /&gt;It was a tramatic time for Me ( Myrtle's Father )&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention For Myrtle. But She will be o.k. She is on antibiotics, and Bed rest for a couple of weeks. Her fur has been shaved from Her neck halfway down Her body, She looks like a shaved Rat. It brought tears to my eyes when the Vet brought Her out after Her minor surgery. I was so worried about Her I couldent hardley sleep that night. Thank God She is o.k.&lt;br /&gt;Special Thanks to Dr. Hammond and the Great Staff at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Animal Hospital At Reems Creek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took such good care of Her and was truly concerend about Her. Even calling to check on Her twice. She has to go back this tuesday to have Her stitches removed, and after that its just waiting on Her hair to grow back.&lt;br /&gt;She looks like Vincent Van Opossum with the half ear.&lt;br /&gt;It will give me some ideas on a story for everybody. I dont have any pictures right now to post,&lt;br /&gt;In a way I'm glad, She looks pretty Gruesome right now. But She is very special to me and always will. This is the second time She has Cheated Death, When I first got Her she had been rescued and pulled from the Mouth of a Dog at the age of 6 weeks. The Dog had killed and Ate all Her littler mates but Her and Her Brother Speedy. She was meant to be my little Princess.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank everyone who has called and e-mailed me to give their concern and good wishes. We love you all.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle's Father&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-114385549764042552?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114385549764042552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114385549764042552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114385549764042552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114385549764042552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/03/myrtles-missing-ear.html' title='Myrtle&apos;s missing Ear'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114325155190259802</id><published>2006-03-24T17:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T12:20:02.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Barney and Grandpa Homer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/1600/200115925-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/320/200115925-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken in 1939, up on Cold Mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Myrtles Uncle Barney, And Her Grandpa Homer. The picture was taken by myrtle's Grandma Bertha, After uncle Barney was caught raiding the Henhouse, When Grandpa had told Him to stay away from it. Grandpa had warned Uncle Barney many times no to steal eggs from the Hens.&lt;br /&gt;So on this particular day, Grandpa sneaked up on Uncle Barney, and jerked him up by the neck real quick and gave him a good Shaking. Grandpa had a very long talk with Uncle Barney, and in the end they both had a good laugh. Thats when Grandma Bertha snapped the picture.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the family always said Uncle Barney looked just like&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa. What do you think?? Myrtle sorta looks like Grandpa too, Thats where She gets Her 1000 teeth grin from.&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle's Father&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-114325155190259802?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114325155190259802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114325155190259802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114325155190259802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114325155190259802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/03/uncle-barney-and-grandpa-homer_24.html' title='Uncle Barney and Grandpa Homer'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114308507623211068</id><published>2006-03-22T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T19:37:56.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story about Tiny Tina, Myrtle's Cousin</title><content type='html'>Myrtle has a cousin, Her Name is Tiny Tina.   Tina is a mouse opossum.&lt;br /&gt;She lives in the Rainforest, in South America.  Tina is very small, about the size of a  Mouse.  Myrtle used to carry Tina around in Her pouch, She was so small.  Once Myrtle almost accidentally ate her when She fell on top of Myrtle's peanut Butter Sandwich, and got stuck.&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle thought She was a Garnish.&lt;br /&gt;We used a matchbox as a Carseat when Myrtle drove Her around in the Barbie Corvette.&lt;br /&gt;Tina went to live with her mother in South America,  She stayed with Myrtle and I for a few months.   Several times She got stuck in the Roach motel we keep under the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;Of course Myrtle knew how to free her ( Peanut Butter )  Myrtles favorite thing in the world, besides BBBJH.  Tina used to go swimming in the Kitchen sink, but we had to stop that because She got caught in the whirlpool of the drain once and thought it was a Sunami.&lt;br /&gt;She used to sleep beside myrtle in the box by the Fireplace, But Big Fat Myrtle kept rolling on top of Her in the middle of the night, and Nearly squashed her to death.  Myrtle  was dreaming and thought she was the Princess, in the story the  Princess and the Pea,  (poor Tina  looked like a pancake).&lt;br /&gt;                                       We really miss Tina.  I will never forget the day She left,  We put Her in an envelope, sealed it up, and off She went to live with Her Family in Brazil.&lt;br /&gt;We Love You Tina.&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle and Myrtle's Father&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-114308507623211068?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114308507623211068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114308507623211068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114308507623211068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114308507623211068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/03/story-about-tiny-tina-myrtles-cousin.html' title='A Story about Tiny Tina, Myrtle&apos;s Cousin'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114288128597420714</id><published>2006-03-20T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T20:07:39.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle Joins A High Society  Organization</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/1600/opossum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/320/opossum.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/22165168-114288128597420714?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114288128597420714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114288128597420714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114288128597420714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114288128597420714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/03/myrtle-joins-high-society-organization.html' title='Myrtle Joins A High Society  Organization'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114287980631114232</id><published>2006-03-20T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T20:21:43.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle's Cousin  Tiny Tina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/1600/jsc%20980814%20zoo%20Brazilian%20best%20one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/320/jsc%20980814%20zoo%20Brazilian%20best%20one.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/22165168-114287980631114232?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114287980631114232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114287980631114232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114287980631114232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114287980631114232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/03/myrtles-cousin-tiny-tina.html' title='Myrtle&apos;s Cousin  Tiny Tina'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114287963347961058</id><published>2006-03-20T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T20:17:48.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle plays in the garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/320/4.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/22165168-114287963347961058?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114287963347961058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114287963347961058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114287963347961058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114287963347961058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/03/myrtle-plays-in-garden.html' title='Myrtle plays in the garden'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114287936632518412</id><published>2006-03-20T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T19:59:23.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speedy's  Twins enjoy Sweet Potato Casserole</title><content type='html'>Myrtle is a proud Auntie Again.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of Her two new Neices, Their names are Sally and Sherry.&lt;br /&gt;They are Her Brother Speedy's new Twins.   Here they are enjoying some Sweet Potato Casserole.  Its their favorite.  they had to gobble it up real quick, because Myrtle was about to eat it Herslf.  Thats me ( Myrtle's Father)  holding Speedys twins.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a very Proud Grandpa.  Speedy gets real confused on Fathers Day, because He has so many Kids.  Speedy's wife is a little camera shy, so we do not have a picture of Her.&lt;br /&gt;Speedy is  up on Cold Mountain celebrating again with His Possum Buddies, smoking Cigars and drinking White lightning.  I hope He dosen't try to cross the road after he drinks a few.&lt;br /&gt;Well its late and Myrtle has homework, so I'd better Go&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;br /&gt;Myrtles Father, and proud Grandpa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-114287936632518412?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114287936632518412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114287936632518412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114287936632518412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114287936632518412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/03/speedys-twins-enjoy-sweet-potato.html' title='Speedy&apos;s  Twins enjoy Sweet Potato Casserole'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114287919851704650</id><published>2006-03-20T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T20:15:50.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle plays in the Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/1600/opossum3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/320/opossum3.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/22165168-114287919851704650?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114287919851704650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114287919851704650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114287919851704650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114287919851704650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/03/myrtle-plays-in-snow.html' title='Myrtle plays in the Snow'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114254369536428015</id><published>2006-03-16T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T08:40:10.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle And Speedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/1600/DSCN0318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/200/DSCN0318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of Myrtle and Her little brother Speedy.&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle is on the left, Speedy on the right. This is when they were babies. Speedy dosen't live with Myrtles father, He is A Country Possum. Speedy lives on Cold Mountain. Myrtle is a City Possum&lt;br /&gt;She lives with her Dad, in Town.&lt;br /&gt;Speedy comes for a visit sometimes, when He can cross the Highway. Myrtle goes and visits Speedy whenever Her Father has time to take Her. They usually meet up for a Picnic, on the Mountain.&lt;br /&gt;Speedy loves Picknicking because He gets to enjoy all kinds of different foods.&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle thinks Speedy is Gross, because He eats stuff like, Crickettes, Moles, Bugs, and Worms.&lt;br /&gt;Speedy thinks Myrtle is a Sissy, because She eats stuff like Cat Chow, peanut butter sandwiches, and Ice Cream Cones. When they both get together its like a Possum Buffet.&lt;br /&gt;When Picknicking, Myrtle likes to stop and smell all the flowers, Speedy likes to stop and smell all the animal poop. Myrtle and Speedy are Brother and Sister, but they are two very different Possums. I love them both the same. I worry about Speedy sometime when its cold and Winter. Speedy sleeps in a hollow log, Myrtle sleeps in a box by the fireplace.&lt;br /&gt;I asked Speedy if He would like to come and live with Myrtle and I, but He said no way, He likes it just the way it is. Speedy is a Father Himself, He has over 50 Children, Myrtle is just my little Girl, She dosen't even have a Boyfriend ( Thank God ) unless you count BBBJH.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows He has a secret crush on Her&lt;br /&gt;Speedy is a Playboy Possum, and Myrtle is a Princess Possum.&lt;br /&gt;They both have a wonderful Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle and Speedys Father&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-114254369536428015?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114254369536428015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114254369536428015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114254369536428015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114254369536428015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/03/myrtle-and-speedy.html' title='Myrtle And Speedy'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114246285059365213</id><published>2006-03-15T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T14:47:30.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilly The Mexican Pussycat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/1600/DSCN0266.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/320/DSCN0266.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Dilly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-114246285059365213?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114246285059365213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114246285059365213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114246285059365213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114246285059365213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/03/dilly-mexican-pussycat.html' title='Dilly The Mexican Pussycat'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114219485203502528</id><published>2006-03-12T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T14:55:35.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle Meets A Mexican Pussycat</title><content type='html'>Today Myrtle came home from School with a big Smile upon Her Face.&lt;br /&gt;I asked Her why She was so happy, She said She met a new Friend named Dilly.&lt;br /&gt;Dilly I said, Thats an unusual Name. She grunted back and said, Thats what Dilly said about my name. She carried on about This "Dilly " for hours, saying She was from mexico.&lt;br /&gt;So I thought I would drop by the School tommorow, to see Who " Dilly" was, I was concerened it was another trick being played on Her by BBBJH.&lt;br /&gt;When I got to the School and went in the Classroom, I heard BBBJH say a smart comment " That's Myrna's Mother and Father" ( Thats " Myrtle " you stupid Hillbilly **&amp;&amp;amp;%%$$#*) I thought to myself.&lt;br /&gt;The Teacher, Mrs Giveyouanf, Gave me a sour look and invited me in.&lt;br /&gt;" Class, She said, this Is Myrtle's Father here for a visit ". Sitting in the back row with a large Sombrero on was a Mexican Pussycat, This must be Dilly I said to myself. Myrtle scurried up my leg and in to my lap and gave me a 1000 teeth grin, and grunted Hi Daddy!!&lt;br /&gt;That's Dilly back there. So I walked to the back of the Class And Said Hello Dilly,&lt;br /&gt;Ola Dilly replied. ( Dilly must only speak Spanish ) Myrtle spoke up and said, She Cain't speak english. ( Neither can you I thought). About that time BBBJH threw a boiled egg from his greasy lunch bag and hit me right smack in the face. Eggshells flying all over the place and boiled egg covering my face. The entire class laughed, including Mrs Giveyouanf. I'll get you BBBJH I thought.&lt;br /&gt;After Myrtle cleaned up my face and licked all the egg off my glasses, I abruptly snatched up Myrtle and Said to Mrs giveyouanf , I'm taking Myrtle Home Early Today, and we left. I was so humiliated we went straight to the car and sped off.&lt;br /&gt;After I calmed down a bit, during the drive, I decided to take Myrtle for a treat at Dairy Queen.&lt;br /&gt;As usual it was a disaster. When we got to the Drive In window, Myrtle placed her Order&lt;br /&gt;She got the Usual liver and Butterfinger Blizzrd. She slurped the treat all the way home, hanging from the rear veiw, Blizzard dripping all over the Dashboard.&lt;br /&gt;We settled in for the night, I helped Myrtle with her Spanish Homework, She still has trouble with Como Esta, and all that.&lt;br /&gt;Until tommorow&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle's Father and Spansih Teacher&lt;br /&gt;Buenos Noches&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-114219485203502528?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114219485203502528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114219485203502528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114219485203502528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114219485203502528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/03/myrtle-meets-mexican-pussycat.html' title='Myrtle Meets A Mexican Pussycat'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114205117335060566</id><published>2006-03-10T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T20:26:13.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle Goes Camping in The Fireplace</title><content type='html'>Last Night Myrtle went Camping in the Fireplace.&lt;br /&gt;She refuses to leave.  She is camping out beside the Cat's litterbox. ( thats in the fireplace&lt;br /&gt;Refer back to last entry, Myrtle's Late Christmas Photo) She is standing Her  ground.&lt;br /&gt;Its like a Strike or something. When I call Her She just peeks Her head from outside the Screen, and sticks Her tongue out.  She is upset because She did not win the poetry contest She entered at School.  She say's She's never ever,ever,ever, coming out again, then it's " Stop looking at me "&lt;br /&gt;Just like all small Kids Do.  Actually thats translated from " Grunt, Grunt,Hiss, Howl, Burp, grunt, Hiss, Hiss, fart.    &lt;br /&gt;                                            I , Her Father on the other hand thought her work was rather Wonderful.  Here's a try at Possum Translation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                A Poem by Myrtle     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          A Possum thinks of Food all day&lt;br /&gt;                          Lifts Her tail to crap and spray&lt;br /&gt;                          Playing with Opossum ken Doll in My pouch&lt;br /&gt;                          Daddy slamed the door on My tail,  OOps , Ouch! !&lt;br /&gt;                          After a Peanut Butter Sandwich, A Nap I'll take&lt;br /&gt;                          upon the Couch.&lt;br /&gt;                          But not before I thank and Pray.&lt;br /&gt;                          All this really dosent ryhme,&lt;br /&gt;                          I dont care I say.&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                                                      Myrtle Jones    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, My Baby really has some talent.  I guess nobody else can see it. or am I just Blind??&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle's Father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-114205117335060566?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114205117335060566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114205117335060566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114205117335060566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114205117335060566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/03/myrtle-goes-camping-in-fireplace.html' title='Myrtle Goes Camping in The Fireplace'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114183141079784380</id><published>2006-03-08T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T07:23:30.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle's Late Christmas Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/1600/Matt010%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/320/Matt010%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Myrtles Christmas Photo,  Thats me with Her ( Her Father)&lt;br /&gt;If you look close you can see Her smiling.  She was so excited&lt;br /&gt;Because She new She was getting a Pink Barbie Corvette,  And a new Ken Possum Doll.&lt;br /&gt;She kept me up all night, waiting on Santa Possum.  I kept telling Her that if Santa possum caught Her up awake He would not leave any presents for Her.  She was ultra concerned that Santa could not get down the Chimmney, because the Cat's  litter box was in the Fireplace.  ( We use another Fireplace in the Family room, so the extra one is a perfect spot to hide the litter box.  We just pull the screen almost closed, and the Cats just love the privacy,   Martha Stewart look out)   Finally after two Peanut Butter Sandwiches and a can of Sardines, She fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning She was up at 4.a.m.  swinging from the mantle, knocking down all the Christmas Stockings, peeking in them, waiting for us to get up.&lt;br /&gt;When I showed Her the Barbie Corvette, She ran ( actually wobbled very slowly) towards it, jumped in started it up and ran all over the House, knocking over the Christmas Tree, ornaments flying everywhere breaking, e.t.c. ( as usual )  Shortly  thereafter She peed in the corvette, and hopped off, and started opening all the gifts,  Ours included.   She paid more attention to the empty boxes than the gifts.  Just like a normal kid.&lt;br /&gt;After destroying the House and ruining Christmas Morning She decided to take a Nap ( thank God )&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad it only comes once a year.  She has already put in Her request to Santa Possum for next year.  Her list was so long it looked like a fresh roll of toilet paper.   Since Christmas She has already wrecked the corvette several times, and has broken all the other toys, except the Ken Possum doll, She carries it around in Her pouch and talks to it everyday. Weird Huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle's Father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-114183141079784380?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114183141079784380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114183141079784380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114183141079784380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114183141079784380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/03/myrtles-late-christmas-photo.html' title='Myrtle&apos;s Late Christmas Photo'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114177222556565472</id><published>2006-03-07T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T14:57:05.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle, then and now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/1600/myrtles%20birthday%20party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/320/myrtles%20birthday%20party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/1600/opossums-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/320/opossums-05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The picture on the left is Myrtle Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture on the right is myrtles 3 month birthday party&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-114177222556565472?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114177222556565472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114177222556565472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114177222556565472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114177222556565472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/03/myrtle-then-and-now.html' title='Myrtle, then and now'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114168601283105488</id><published>2006-03-06T14:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T16:53:58.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle Steals A Police Crusier</title><content type='html'>Today Myrtle And I went to the Piggly Wiggly to do some grocery Shopping. Myrtle was acting up real bad in the supermaket. She was climbing all over the Buggy , and knocking things off the shelves, Hissing at the other people shopping by us. I had to scold Her several times during the Shopping Episode.&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the check out counter, She kept playing on the Grocery belt that moves the groceries foward, and Her tail kept getting caught up in it, Everytime it happened The check out Lady had to get maintenece to come and pull her tail out, So grocery Shopping took longer than usual. As we exited the Store, Myrtle was screaming because I diden't buy her the Lucky Charms She wanted. So I told Her if She dident stop I was going to Spank Her, So She calmed right down.&lt;br /&gt;While I was Loading the groceries in the trunk Myrtle sneaked off from me and crawled in the Police Car's window that was parked right next to us.  Suddenly I heard screeching tires and grinding metal,  I looked up and myrtle had sped off in the police car.  She was sitting on a box of Triscuit crackers, which enabled her to reach the steering wheel,  She was working the gas petal and brakes with her tail  ( its very long )  I diden't even know She could drive,  She was flying through the parking lot, Flipping on the Siren and laying tread everywhere,  all you could see thru the winsheild was Her famous 1000 teeth grin, Lips peeled back and adrenaline flowing.&lt;br /&gt;She picked up the P.A. system and Shouted a grunt and hiss, ( probably telling someone to pull over)  People were running and screaming, dropping bags of groceries, flipping over grocery carts, and the whole time Myrtle was laughing as hard as She could.   Then The Swat Team Came and it was all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 It took a couple of hours to fingerprint, and book Myrtle,  She was acting like possums gone bad.  Finally I posted bail and we headed Home.  we had a serious talk about stealing things that diden't belong to Her.  I thought I got thru to her, But I realized I diden't when the revolver fell out of her pouch.  So She is on restriction for a while.&lt;br /&gt;And she has to go to bed early for the next few nights.  I told her She will have to work extra shifts at the diner to pay me back for the Bail money.  She just laughed Herself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;What does a Parent Do???&lt;br /&gt;Gotta Go&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle's Father&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-114168601283105488?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114168601283105488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114168601283105488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114168601283105488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114168601283105488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/03/myrtle-steals-police-crusier_06.html' title='Myrtle Steals A Police Crusier'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114166809459220635</id><published>2006-03-06T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T10:01:34.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtles picture, After Being Arrested</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/1600/opossums-05[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4443/2242/320/opossums-05%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Myrtles photo after She was released from Jail&lt;br /&gt;Will fill you later about the details.&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle's father&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-114166809459220635?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114166809459220635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114166809459220635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114166809459220635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114166809459220635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/03/myrtles-picture-after-being-arrested.html' title='Myrtles picture, After Being Arrested'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114117462083650169</id><published>2006-02-28T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T16:57:00.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinderella  The Possum</title><content type='html'>My little Girl tried out for a part in the play Cinderella today.&lt;br /&gt;She thinks She is Cinderella anyway.  So trying out for the part came naturally for Her (at least She thinks so.)    I was there of course wathching every move She Made.  She insisted on wearing Her costume to School, instead of changing at the rehearsal.  It was a sight to see, Her schelping  down to the Bus Stop with Her full length Gown, dragging on the dirt, getting the hem all muddy and dirty,  smiling all the way ( the famous 1000 teeth grin ).  All the kids on the Bus were laughing at Her and that Holcombe boy threw a rottton Orange at her, It splattered all over the Gown,  but not for long, She licked it clean right away. (  She thought it was a compliment)  But She looked o.k. minus the big Orange stain on the front of her getup.&lt;br /&gt;During tryouts, once it became her turn, She muddled up to the stage, tripping on the stairs, one of her four Glass slippers fell off, and She  reached behind Her with Her tail and slipped the slipper back on without even looking  ( having a workable tail comes in handy sometimes )&lt;br /&gt;Once on the Stage She recited ( or should I say grunted Her lines ) And the Director Kept Yelling " Cut "  Mary you are supposed to twirl your long blonde Hair after that last line.  Once again I thought to Myself    "thats Myrtle you Stupid ^^%$##@#$"&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle Has no long blonde Hair,  We forgot to put on Her wig for the tryouts.&lt;br /&gt;                                                   Then came the part I hated the most,  its when Cinderella has to kiss Prince Charming,   Prince Charming was being tried out By Billy Bob ben Jo Holcmbe.&lt;br /&gt;He's no prince charming,  more like Hillbilly disgusting.    Myrtle tilted Her head back and puffed up Her lips, waiting on BBBJH to kiss Her,  Then silence fell over the auditorium,  BBBJH's face turned a shade of whiter than white, He began to swerve, and lost His stomach right there.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was the bits of orange peel stuck in Myrtles teeth, and of course Her harendous breath probably.  ( no matter how many times a possum brushes her teeth, Her breath could stop a Locamotive in its tracks)   Its because She likes to nibble on Dog poop during recess.  ( I wish people would scoop up behind their Dogs in the playground)&lt;br /&gt;After BBBJH threw up and fainted, the director Said " Next "  and myrtle scurried off stage.&lt;br /&gt;I was so Proud of my little Girl,  not only did She complete her lines, but She made that weirdo BBBJH look like a fool.      Sad to say though Myrtle diden't get the part of Cinderella,  but She did land the Part of one of the Evil Ugly Stepsisiters,  A silent part that is, A part She will do well in.&lt;br /&gt;Wll I'm going to take Myrtle out to celebrate this afternoon,  She wants to go to the Batting Cages,  Its a lot of fun, but I wish Myrtle would learn to let go of the Bat after She hits.&lt;br /&gt;She keeps slinging Herself into the fence.&lt;br /&gt;Until then&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle's Father&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-114117462083650169?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114117462083650169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114117462083650169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114117462083650169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114117462083650169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/02/cinderella-possum.html' title='Cinderella  The Possum'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114108781536518775</id><published>2006-02-27T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T16:50:15.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle gets a Job</title><content type='html'>Today Myrtle got a job.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the restauraunt  Dusti's Country Kitchen, and they hired myrtle as a Pre-Wash dishwasher.   Myrtles loves it.  Her Job duites are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;Pre -Wash all the dirty dishes. ( Thats It)   You should see Her, she is so excited.&lt;br /&gt;I picked her up from the Job at 8:30, thats kind of late for after school, but we have to pay for all the girl Scout Cookies she ate.   Around 9:30, Her boss called ( Mrs Dusti )  And said  I needed to have a talk with Her about Her Job duties.  " Why I asked?"    Myrtle is confused about pre-washing She Said.    She is supposed to pre-wash the dishes in the sink before they go to the dishwasher,  but instead She is licking the plates clean.  ( thats My Girl I thought )&lt;br /&gt;All the Staff in the restauraunt was grossing out .  If Myrtle was licking them I'm sure they were pretty clean.  Mrs Dusti said She tried Myrtle at Pre-bussing the tables, but  all the customers were having a fit, especially when She climbed up on the table and began helping Herself to all the food.  And She kept stuffing yeast rolls in Her pouch.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I will have to talk to her tonight about work ethics.  And maybe send a Peanut Butter sandwich with her, for a snack.  Or some more girl Scout  Cookies,  We still have a few boxes left.&lt;br /&gt;We'll  Myrtles very tired after her first day as a Working girl, theres homework and Chores to do,  tommorow Myrtle is trying out for a part in the School Play,  She wants the part of Cinderella,  As ugly as She is She really should try out for one of the Evil Stepsisters.&lt;br /&gt;So wish Her luck.&lt;br /&gt;Until then&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle's Father&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-114108781536518775?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114108781536518775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114108781536518775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114108781536518775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114108781536518775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/02/myrtle-gets-job.html' title='Myrtle gets a Job'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114098962477898175</id><published>2006-02-26T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T13:33:44.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle Falls in the Washing Machine</title><content type='html'>Today was a really hairy Day.&lt;br /&gt;While I was doing Laundry, I left the Machine lid open, to go and answer the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle has been aggravating me to let Her do some Laundry.   (She loves to sit on the Washer while it Spins )  While I was on the Phone, Myrtle sneaked in the Washroom and poured a whole box of Laundry Detergent in the Machine ( She wanted to make bubbles I assume )  I can just see her laughing and grinning, at the thought of making a room full of bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;During her sneaky routine, She accidentally fell in the Washer, and when the lid came down, it came on.   After my breif phone conversation, I went back down to the washroom, and I heard the most unusual sound coming from the washer.  Then I realized I had not turned the washer on.  Furthermore I looked down and the whole room was about a foot deep in soap bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;" Myrtle I called out"  there was no answer and I could her her making sounds from the washer.&lt;br /&gt;I hurridly lifted the lid, and there was my Baby all suds up and wet,  She looked like an oversized Gerbil.  I snatched Her from the machine, and made sure she was all right.&lt;br /&gt;She was soaking wet.  I scolded Her and told Her how dangerous that could have been.  She just laughed,  She thought it was so funny.  "  Billy Bob Ben Jo Holcombe said he does it all the time"&lt;br /&gt;She replied.  I should have figured it had something to do with that School mate Hoodlum of Hers.    If BBBJH told you to eat a bucket of Horsecrap would you do that I asked?&lt;br /&gt;Never mind I said, ( because I knew the answer to that question.)&lt;br /&gt;So after all that drama, I sent Myrtle upstairs to finish her Girl Scout homework.&lt;br /&gt;She has been working very hard to earn Her new badge.   Cookie salespossum of the month.&lt;br /&gt;Even though the other little Girls do everything they can to sabatoge her efforts, I know She will earn the badge. ( because I bought 50 boxes of cookies from her,  She ate the rest.)&lt;br /&gt;We are in debt up to her eyeballs and teeth trying to pay for all those cookies.&lt;br /&gt;I think its time Myrtle gets a part time Job.  They have an opening at the local restauraunt&lt;br /&gt;for a Pre-wash dishwasher,  tommorow after School I'm going to take her by there to apply.&lt;br /&gt;( Its a non discriminating establishment).&lt;br /&gt;Better go,  got to put myrtle in the dryer to get her all puffed up.   She looks twice her size if you put in a fabric softner sheet.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;Myrtles father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-114098962477898175?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114098962477898175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114098962477898175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114098962477898175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114098962477898175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/02/myrtle-falls-in-washing-machine.html' title='Myrtle Falls in the Washing Machine'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114083281343798780</id><published>2006-02-24T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T18:00:13.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They thought my baby was a Hammock Salesman</title><content type='html'>Today myrtle went to School for the first time, with her new unmentionables.&lt;br /&gt;When She left down the walk towards the Schoolbus stop, She was wobbling and tripping over her Girlie thing ( Bra ).  I could hear all the Kids laughing as she was getting on the Bus.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately as she was climbing the steps, The bus driver closed the door too quick, and She got the strap caught in the door before she actually got on, And the bus drug her all the way down to the next Stop.  Here we go I thought.&lt;br /&gt;Her Teacher called around lunchtime and Said " Children are not allowed to sell things at School"&lt;br /&gt;Baffled I asked Her what She meant.  " She replied, " Merly ( Thats Myrtle you stupid**&amp;%%$$#@@ I thought) was selling Hammocks at School today.  Selling Hammocks I said?&lt;br /&gt;It was a big misunderstanding.  The teacher thought myrtle was hocking Hammocks,  but it was her new training Bra.  I guess all the cups had everyone confused.  It sorta looks like She is twirled up in a few hammocks.  the teacher said She was causing a disturbance as usual.&lt;br /&gt;My poor Baby can't even enter womanhood without getting harrassed.&lt;br /&gt;                                                   Needless to say, she came home with Four skinned knees, from tripping all over it all day.    After I fixed her up with a box of bandaids, and some gauze, &lt;br /&gt; She was o.k.     She really looks like a cow with lots of udders.   Its so expensive with all this Medical treatment everyday.  I may put her out by the road with a sign that says " will work for Medical Insurance"&lt;br /&gt;We  are getting so poor from Her mishaps that people from new Orleans are sending us money.&lt;br /&gt;The Myrtle Mishap Fund&lt;br /&gt;She has a lot of homework tonight,  She is behind from last night, because She accidentally&lt;br /&gt;Sharpend her tail last night instead of Her pencil.  After She did a number 2, from the pain, Her tail looked like a number 2. ( Pencil that is )&lt;br /&gt;Well we have to go now, myrtle has to get her bath and brush her 10000 teeth.&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow  She is supposed to go door to door to sell girl Scout Cookies with the troop.&lt;br /&gt;Last year they ( the troop )  kept telling her the wrong date on purpose.  She sat at the distribution center for three days all alone. &lt;br /&gt;Until then&lt;br /&gt;Myrtles Father, and Girl scout leader.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-114083281343798780?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114083281343798780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114083281343798780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114083281343798780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114083281343798780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/02/they-thought-my-baby-was-hammock.html' title='They thought my baby was a Hammock Salesman'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114063066360454875</id><published>2006-02-22T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T09:51:03.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle's Trip to Victorias Secret</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I took Myrtle to Victorias Secret. ( She needed some Girlie things)&lt;br /&gt;Being a single Father it was rather embarrasing for Me.  We entered the Mall, Myrtle was dressed in Her Cheerleading outfit, She refusues to take it off,  We went into the store and started to look around.  I know my face was red the whole time we were in there.&lt;br /&gt;I asked the clerk to help us out with a selection for Myrtle.  She needs a training Bra and some pajamas. The clerk sorted through all kinds  of unmentionables, and then showed Myrtle a nice frilly Bra with Gold straps.  Myrtle slowly mosey'd into the dressing room, and stayed what seemed to be an eternity.  Finally She emerged from the dressing room, and it was a sight to see.&lt;br /&gt;She was all twirled up in the straps, Her legs were poking through where the arms should be, and her Head was in the Cup,  It looked like she was wearing some kind of weirdo hat. Her tail was curled up and bunched in the other cup.  She smiled and said " Look Daddy, What do you think?"  I just laughed to myself, and asked the clerk for a more appropiate selection, one with 8 cups so it would cover all of her womanhoods.  The clerk sighed and said "  This is a Human Store, all the Bras have just 2 cups sir"  What kind of discrimination is that, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile during the conversation Myrtle was noseying around one of the Mannequins, had climbed up it and was swinging by her tail from the wig.  All of a sudden, the mannequin snapped in half at the waistline, rolled out of the store front and into the common area of the mall,  Before we got to the store Myrtle was having a fit for a Cherry Slushie, from the food court, and during all the Chaos the slushie came out of her pouch ( She has a cup holder in there ) spilling all over the mannequin and it looked like from the other customers in the common area's point of veiw that a massacre had just occured. ( Myrtle was still hanging on to the Torso )  There was Screaming and sheer panic as the Mannequin kept rolling over and over, myrtle was going head over heels.  One lady screamed ' Look a big rat has dismembered a lady, and she is all bloody"&lt;br /&gt;It was pure pandemoneum.  Security, 911, and the Fire Dept, all came ( as usual )&lt;br /&gt;It took a while to explain, but finally we we allowed to leave, but before we left we did purchase a training bra for myrtle, ( 6 of them)  It was rather large, and I had to go home and sew a few of them together to make enough cups for her ( it looks like a straight jacket )  we had a few cups left over,  They made a nice set of Yammicas for Her.  So all in all my Baby is ready for Womanhood.  She will wear them to school tommorow for the first time.  I'm sure something exciting will happen then, I  will let you know.&lt;br /&gt; Until then,,,,&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle's Father, and Seamstress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-114063066360454875?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114063066360454875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114063066360454875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114063066360454875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114063066360454875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/02/myrtles-trip-to-victorias-secret.html' title='Myrtle&apos;s Trip to Victorias Secret'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114040621309048245</id><published>2006-02-19T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T19:30:13.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Is An International Sensation</title><content type='html'>Myrtle is so excited today, because I told her we actually have someone that is reading her Blog.&lt;br /&gt;I told her she was an international sensation.   Our regular Blog reader is a very Nice Lady from Japan.  Her name is Alice, and She has a Very interesting  Blog herself.  She does lovely Oragami artwork,  and takes very delecious pictures of the meals she prepares for her family.  Every time I visit her Blog and see those pictures of the food, I get very Hungry.  I can even hear Myrtles stomach growling as She sits on my Shoulder while I read Alice's Blog.  Myrtle isint much on Oriental food, but She loves to lick the screen when we see the pictures.  I think I may take her out to eat at a Japanese restaurant so She can learn to enjoy different foods.&lt;br /&gt;With her hands and tail I'm sure She could learn to use Chopsticks.  I always use Chopsticks when I eat food from the Orient,  It seems to make the food more enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;  This will be a short blog tonight, Myrtle has kept me Busy all day And I'm having trouble coming up with a storyline.&lt;br /&gt;So for tonight thats all,  Tommorow I will update you on myrtle's trip to Victorias secret.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;Myrtles father&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-114040621309048245?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114040621309048245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114040621309048245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114040621309048245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114040621309048245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-baby-is-international-sensation.html' title='My Baby Is An International Sensation'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114037906443539390</id><published>2006-02-19T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T11:57:44.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle's e-mail adress</title><content type='html'>If you would like to see a picture of Myrtle,  I can e-mail one to you&lt;br /&gt;Our adress is &lt;a href="mailto:mattkevinjones@cs.com"&gt;mattkevinjones@cs.com&lt;/a&gt;       Or my work e-mail    &lt;a href="mailto:matt@vacationinasheville.com"&gt;matt@vacationinasheville.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to teach myrtle how to type with her tail ( Be Patient)&lt;br /&gt;I'm having problems putting her picture on my blog,  but eventually I will get it done.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle's Father&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-114037906443539390?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114037906443539390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114037906443539390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114037906443539390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114037906443539390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/02/myrtles-e-mail-adress.html' title='Myrtle&apos;s e-mail adress'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114032710852761755</id><published>2006-02-18T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T21:31:48.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle'  Swimming lessons</title><content type='html'>Today Myrtle and I went to the public Swimming pool,  for Myrtle's first swimming lesson.&lt;br /&gt;But first we had to go to the Department store, to purchase Her a swimsuit, and Shower cap.&lt;br /&gt;She must have tried on a hundred swimsuits before we could find one that fit.    She finally found One that fit her comfortably,  It was real hard to find because it had to have a hole in the rear for her tail to go through.  Its really cute, a floral print with frilly edges. ( She looks so ridiculous  you can't help but laugh when you see Her in it)&lt;br /&gt;She wanted a little purse to go with it, but all these accesories are really expensive.  I did spring for a pair of water wings  for her, I wouldent want my Baby to drown.&lt;br /&gt;Of course She had to wear it in the car, on the way to the pool.&lt;br /&gt;As we drove down the highway She kept climbing up on the rear veiw mirror so She could see herself,  Each time She saw her reflection She would Hiss at herself. ( she dosent realize its Herself She is seeing, She thinks She is seeing a Opossum) She kept hanging upside down from the Mirror, blocking my veiw, and I was swerving all over the road. ( other drivers probably thought I was A drunk driver or something).  a DWPI  ( Driving while possum impaired)&lt;br /&gt;We finally got to the pool, and I ran up on the curve, Myrtle lost her grip and got slung to the back winshield.  I'ts so important to keep your children in a child safety seat just for this reason.&lt;br /&gt;                                          The first swimming excersize was jumping off the diving board and into the pool.  When it came to Myrtles turn, She slowly mosey'd towards the end of the diving board, and when She got to the edge, She just froze up and stopped.  All the other Kids were taunting her screaming JUMP,  JUMP,   like she was on top of a building trying to commit suicide or something.   I was on the opposite end of the pool, and got her attention, telling her to go ahead and jump, that everything would be o.k.   I could tell she was unsure of her self,  But She finally got enough courage, reached in her pouch and took out a clothespin and clamped her nose and went for it.   As She started her way down, it was like everything was in slow motion,&lt;br /&gt;She went head over heels three or four times, Her crosseyes all bugged with fear, Her thousand teeth grin locked in a lip curling spread, her short fat body stiff paralized in a streched out position.  And finally she hit the water with a crashing bellyflop that seemed to take an eternity.&lt;br /&gt;She sank for a moment, then rose to the surface and begin to float.  ( Thank God I thought)&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden everyone began to laugh hysterically, and then I saw to my Horror, that She had lost the top to her bathing suit on the impact.  Her face turned red, and so did mine.   She swam to the edge of the pool and I ran over and threw a towel over her to save her any more humiliation.   Unfortunately the entire swimming class saw her pre-womanly breast  ( all eight of them )  at that moment I realized that my little girl was headed straight for puberty,  and it was probably time for a training bra  ( where in the world will I find one for her with eight cups) &lt;br /&gt;This is when  being a single Father has its difficulties.  &lt;br /&gt;I decided we would go ahead and go home early and skip the rest of the lessons.   Myrtle climbed in the carseat, upsidedown and I buckled her in, and we went on our way.&lt;br /&gt;During the drive home I decided we would stop by Pets R us,  and get her a bag of crickettes&lt;br /&gt;for her snack later ( they are her favorite ).&lt;br /&gt;Well its late, and Myrtle is getting sleepy,  Tommorow after school I'm going to take her to Victorias Secret to look for some Girl stuff.  Wish us luck&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle's Father ( And Mother too)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-114032710852761755?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114032710852761755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114032710852761755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114032710852761755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114032710852761755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/02/myrtle-swimming-lessons.html' title='Myrtle&apos;  Swimming lessons'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114022284872949015</id><published>2006-02-17T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T16:34:08.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle tries out for Cheerleading</title><content type='html'>I picked Myrtle up from School today and we went to the YWCA for Cheerleading tryouts.&lt;br /&gt;I'ts all she has grunted about for weeks.  My baby wants to be a Cheerleader.  In reality She is too short and too fat, but I'm sure she is more limber and can do all the stunts better than most other young Girls (Or Opossums) can.   I'm a little concerned about the skimpy outfits that they wear.  Myrtle is  starting  to blossum out, if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we showed up on time and there was a hoard of girls there to tryout.  Some of the girls were Myrtles classmates.  When they saw us they started to Whisper to each other, God only knows what kind of mean things they were saying.    The Coach told all the Girls to line up, and he  started to pick Squads for the tryouts.  She called out name after name, and then finally She said " Mittle Jones"  ( they never can get her name right.)  I gently pushed Myrtle foward to the line, She was very Nervous,  Not Myrtle, the Coach.  You could have heard a pin drop as Myrtle scuffled across the floor, slowly but steadily, stopping every now and then to scratch a flea or two,  tripping a couple of times on the hem of her Cheerleading outfit.&lt;br /&gt;Each Girl was to recite a Cheer she had made up for the tryout. &lt;br /&gt;Finally it came to the girl just ahead of Myrtle.  It was Sally Mae Shrineholder, a little Girl from myrtles class, who has been known to pick on her.&lt;br /&gt;Her cheer went something like this,&lt;br /&gt;TWO   FOUR  SIX  EIGHT &lt;br /&gt;WHO DO WE LOVE TO HATE&lt;br /&gt;MYRTLE,  MYRTLE,  SLOW AS A TURTLE,  SO FAT SHE NEEDS A GIRDLE,  SO UGLY SHE MAKES MILK CURDLE.&lt;br /&gt;She jumped and piroletted or what ever you call it, and the crowd laughed and clapped.  Myrtles face turned bright red with embarrasment,  If you could see it through all the hair.&lt;br /&gt;Next it was Myrtle's turn.  I just held my breath with horror.  Would my little Baby be able to pull it off??&lt;br /&gt;She fumbled onto the center stage, and picked up the shakers, one in one hand the other with her tail, and began to jump and twirl.  Poor thing got dizzy and threw up all over her little outfit.&lt;br /&gt;but all in all she did o.k.  I guess.  I wonder if She will make the team??&lt;br /&gt;Her cheer went something Like this&lt;br /&gt;MY DADDY IS GREAT&lt;br /&gt;MY DADDY IS FINE&lt;br /&gt;HE FALLS OVER SOMETIMES&lt;br /&gt;WHEN HE DRINKS TOO MUCH WINE&lt;br /&gt;I Was so embarrased that Myrtle would mention me drinking wine.&lt;br /&gt;As we all waited to hear who made the team,    Sally mae Shrineholder looked over at Myrtle and said "  You will never be a Cheerleader,  rats dont make the team"&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle had a big tear in her eye, and I reassured Her she Would be fine.&lt;br /&gt;It was a long wait, and I noticed Myrtle was fidigiting around Sally Mae's Shoes,  Probably smelling poop, I thought&lt;br /&gt;But actually she took her tail and tied Sally Mae's shoestrings together, without her knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden the Coach called out  " Sally Mae Shrineholder "&lt;br /&gt;As Sally went to leap foward, She tripped and Busted her nose and it bled all over her frilly little uniform  I grinned delightfully, and So did Myrtle.&lt;br /&gt;Sally was the last one to Make the team,  And I was looking over at Myrtle, She had the most disappointed look about her,   Then all of a sudden the Coach Said.  " and Our Mascot position goes to Myrna Jones.  ( thats Myrtle you stupid %%$$#@@**&amp;,   I thought to myself )&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle was so proud, She was just gleaming.    I on the other hand was a little upset considering&lt;br /&gt;The team was called  The Richardale Rodents.&lt;br /&gt;But my little Princess was happy and that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Golden Corral for dinner, to celebrate ,  and after we got seated the place cleared out and we had it all to ourselfs as usual,  Myrtle was smaking, and eating with her mouth open and drewling everywhere, making a complete mess of everything.  And I  felt so calm and serene,  Life was good and all was well,  My little Girl was happy for once.&lt;br /&gt;We'll go to go,  Myrtles needs to be in bed early,  She has swimming lessons after School tommorow.  ...... until then&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;Myrtles Father&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-114022284872949015?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114022284872949015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114022284872949015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114022284872949015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114022284872949015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/02/myrtle-tries-out-for-cheerleading.html' title='Myrtle tries out for Cheerleading'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114014618278408240</id><published>2006-02-16T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T19:16:22.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Billy Bob Ben Jo Holcombe's Messy Ordeal</title><content type='html'>Today was a Wonderful Day for Myrtle and I.&lt;br /&gt;It was the first day She wasen't crying when She got off the bus.&lt;br /&gt;It was also the first day the bus Driver actually dropped Myrtle off in front of the House and Not down the road and across the street  ( She was making her cross the highway, hoping she would get run over)&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle came a skipping up the lane, moving faster than I have ever saw her.  It was  like  a Rainbow was over our house or something.( that night I looked outside to make sure there wasen't two Moons )   As she came up to the House and Climbed over the fence, She had this ridiculous grin on her face, even more ridiculous than usual. &lt;br /&gt;I reached down and grabbed her tail and slung her up on my shoulder and gave her a big kiss and said    "  whats got you in such a good mood "&lt;br /&gt;Of course She diden't answer, She just reached in her pouch and pulled out a note from the Teacher.&lt;br /&gt;It read as follows:&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr Jones:&lt;br /&gt;Upon eating the Brownies you sent to School with Myrna (  Thats Myrtle you stupid &lt;a href="mailto:##@$**## "&gt;##@$**## &lt;/a&gt; I thought )  Billy Bob Ben Jo Holcombe, had a serious Explosive bowel movement all over Class.    We are suspicious of the ingredients in the Brownies, since there was an Ex-Lax wrapper stuck to the bottom of one of them.  We contacted Bill Bob Ben Jo Holcombe's Mother about the incident, And she planning on a full investigation with the School Board.&lt;br /&gt;The Superintendant  ( I think thats how you spell it )  will be contacting you soon.&lt;br /&gt;As I finished reading it  I could  Hear Myrtle Snickering in the Background.&lt;br /&gt;It felt good to have something happen to somebody else's kid besides mine for a change.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why you are so Happy today Young Lady.  I said.&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden I smelled Shit, And I realized it wasent because Billy Bob Ben Jo Holcombe had messed all over the place that myrtle was so Happy,   It was because She had hid some of the Brownies in her pouch,and had ate them, and she  had  Shit all over herself,   And was in anticipation of cleaning it all up for a Midnight Snack.&lt;br /&gt;Even Children that you Love can be  absolutely Gross  sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to get sick on my stomach just thinking about it.  So I'd better Go for now&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle has Cheerleader tryouts tommorow,  It will take a real good nights sleep to deal with that .&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;Myrtles Father&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-114014618278408240?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114014618278408240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114014618278408240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114014618278408240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114014618278408240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/02/billy-bob-ben-jo-holcombes-messy.html' title='Billy Bob Ben Jo Holcombe&apos;s Messy Ordeal'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-114005479638744443</id><published>2006-02-15T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T17:53:16.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The valentine Party</title><content type='html'>Today was Myrtle's Valentine party at school.&lt;br /&gt;I sent her off today with a " Pouch" full of Valentines.  I nearly cried when she waddled up the bus steps, It was the first day the Bus driver diden't swerve at her.  She has been so excited about Valentines Day.  I think She is in love.  She keeps mentioning this little Boy, his name is Billy Bob Ben Jo Holcombe.  ( typical for this area )   She has that glassy look of love in her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;( I think thats what it is, It may be just her cross eyes confusing me ) &lt;br /&gt;She made a very special homeade Valentine for him,  It took her half the evening to make it,  trying her best to write his name ledgible ( She uses her Tail).  I cant belive my little Girl is growing up so fast.&lt;br /&gt;But of course all good things must come to an end,  As usual She got off the school bus crying again,  like a concerned Father I rushed down the path to see what was wrong,  With Her big Cross eyes and Buck teeth She looked up at me and handed me this Valentine with her tail.&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty heart shaped with a set of pots and pans on the front. ( Strange I thought )&lt;br /&gt;When I opened it and read it I realized why she was crying.  The inside caption  read  &lt;br /&gt;" Roses are Red, Violets are Blue,&lt;br /&gt; You would be delicious in a big pot of Stew"&lt;br /&gt; Cant wait for you to come to Dinner,&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt; Billy Bob Ben Jo Holcombe.&lt;br /&gt;How hateful was that little Hillbilly child to my Baby,   &lt;br /&gt;So to calm her down, we went inside and I dished her up a big bowl of rotton sweet potatoes and little Friskies.  She slurped it down with her long tongue, washed up her butt, and fell asleep in my lap.  It was one of those National Geographic Moments,  And I realized that no matter how ugly or delicious looking my Baby was , I would never let any harm come to her.&lt;br /&gt;So after putting her to bed,  I made that Billy Bob Ben Jo Holcombe some brownies with Ex-lax in them, for Her to take to School tommorow.   I hope he shits all over Himself for torturing my Baby.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;Myrtles father&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-114005479638744443?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/114005479638744443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=114005479638744443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114005479638744443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/114005479638744443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentine-party.html' title='The valentine Party'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-113996331622242371</id><published>2006-02-14T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T16:28:36.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtles Halloween Costume Fitting</title><content type='html'>Today I took Myrtle to be fitted for her Halloween costume.&lt;br /&gt;Even though its months away, She aggravated me so bad we went ahead and did it.&lt;br /&gt;I asked her what she wanted to go as and she said "A Possum "  Weird huh,  because she is a Opossum.  When we went to the costume shop for her fitting the lady really thought we were weird,  she had a confused look on her face about the costume.  I tried to explain to her that Myrtle thought she was a princess and did not realize she was a Possum.  I know this sounds confusing,  so think of how I feel....&lt;br /&gt;The fitting was a disaster,  myrtle kept squirming around and getting her tail caught up in the seams of the costume.  The headpeice was a little snug so we had to pull it down on her, and in all the drama she peed all over the seamstress.  the lady nearly got pissed about the whole ordeal,   and  said  " Why dont you just let her go as a possum like she is"  Myrtle overheard her and was very upset.  So it took another twenty minutes for me to explain to her that she was a princess, just an ugly one and not a ratty looking Opossum.   So we finally got her fitted and she refused to take it off, so I let her wear it in the car when we left.   On the way home I had to stop and Get some Snuff, so as usual I took myrtle in the store with me,  The clerks were standoffish, until  Ii explained to them, it was just a costume and this was really my little girl.  They asked how  I i got my daughter stuffed inside such a little costume.  it was too much to go into so we just made our purchase and left.&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening I got a rather nasty call from Child protective services about  abusive treatment, reported by a store clerk.  I did my best to explain but they just werent getting it.  So  Now We have a court date, maybe the judge will understand, if  I can get myrtle to take off the costume.   I dred to see how the bus stop goes in the morning, since She looks even more like a possum with the possum costume on.  All this is giving me a headcahe, as you can imagine.  got to go now,  I need to help myrtle with her valentines for the other School kids. They are  having a party tommorow at School.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;Myrtles Father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-113996331622242371?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/113996331622242371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=113996331622242371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/113996331622242371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/113996331622242371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/02/myrtles-halloween-costume-fitting.html' title='Myrtles Halloween Costume Fitting'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-113980675564294476</id><published>2006-02-12T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T20:59:15.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtles first dentist appointment</title><content type='html'>"Stop Laughing I said "&lt;br /&gt;But they just kept on.  It was Myrtles first Dentist appointment.   Doctor Fixatooth and his Lovely Assistant was huddled up in the corner laughing at Myrtles X-rays.  What could be so Damn funny I thought?   Myrtle has extremely buck teeth, and I took her in to get an estimate for her braces.   We'll it will cost you quite a bit said Fixatooth.  It will take a few railroad ties to fix that grill.   The word grill made me nervous, because it was around lunchtime, and you know how a bunch of Hillbillys like Grilled Opossum.  Myrtle was real fidgity, especially with the lip retractors on.  I reassured her that everything would be alright,  even though I knew it would take a miracle to  fix her snaggly smile.  She's so bucktooth she could eat Blackeyed peas out of a coke bottle.  But everything worked out o.k.,  I gave Fixatooth the title to my old 92 dodge colt&lt;br /&gt;For a down payment, God only knows how I will come up with the rest.&lt;br /&gt;As usual Myrtle was sort of tramatized by the whole event, So I decided we would go to Old Europe for a coffee and Biscotti.  While we were relaxing at old Europe, sipping our coffee, Myrtle got chocked on a peice of Biscotti,  So in a panic I asked the waitress to call 911,  She did And I heard her tell the dispatcher.  'There is a man here giving mouth to mouth to a very Large Rat,  Could you send the Guy's in the Funny farm Wagon, He's upsetting the customers."&lt;br /&gt;Someone in the backgroung yelled " Get a room ".   Before the rescue arrived myrtle upchuked&lt;br /&gt;The Biscotti  and re-ate it and She was o.k.  Of course that set off a chain reaction of throwing up among all the other customers.  So I decided we'd better go before any more commotion happend,  But as slow as She is, it took her a while to finish peeing on the white tablecloth and twirl down the chair with her tail.  I couldent help but think how cute She was  during all of this ( thats  a  Fathers love for you ) &lt;br /&gt;Well We better go,   I need to get myrtle in Bed early tonight, She  has her Halloween Costume fitting tommorow,  Cant really reveal whats she's going as next year, It will be a surprise for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;Myrtles Father&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-113980675564294476?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/113980675564294476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=113980675564294476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/113980675564294476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/113980675564294476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/02/myrtles-first-dentist-appointment.html' title='Myrtles first dentist appointment'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-113970531167732129</id><published>2006-02-11T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T16:48:31.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myrtle's School pictures</title><content type='html'>This was a Hard day.&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle can home with her school pictures.&lt;br /&gt;I hate to say it but, they were so ugly, I sent  Some to my Mother in Florida.  ( In Florida there is a real Roach Problem )  Told her to slide one under the refrigerator to help kill roaches.&lt;br /&gt;And one to my elderly next door neighbor, She carries mace with her everywhere she goes to fend off would-be attackers.  Told her if an attacker happen to approach her, just show them the photo real fast and they would certainly hit the ground.&lt;br /&gt;It pains me to say this about my baby but we must speak the truth. ( Except to her, I always tell her she looks like a Princess )&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle was so excited she wobbled as fast as She could up the path from the Bus stop, When she came in the house, She handed me the Package of Photos, Smiled and began to Groom her Behind.  I put one up on the Refrigerator, but after she went to bed of course I took it down.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately in the package was also the bill from the photographer, not just the charges for the Photos, but a very large bill for the camera lens which cracked, when he snapped the picture.&lt;br /&gt;Having an Ugly Child can run into a lot of money.&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow after School we have an appointment with the Dentist, Its time to get my Baby some braces.  I'm doing everything I can to improve on her looks.&lt;br /&gt;A friend suggested to have her photo printed on a bumpersticker to help prevent people from following too close in traffic  ( not a bad Idea  Huh??)&lt;br /&gt;We'll I gotta go,  Need to help Myrtle with some thank you notes to the Photographer,&lt;br /&gt;Letting him know " Thanks for putting us into Bankrupcy, replacing that camera lens.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now&lt;br /&gt;Myrtles Father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:  If your curious about what myrtle looks like, I hope to have time to put some pictures of her on my blogsite this week.  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( She thinks its still Christmas)   Last time it Snowed, I took her Sleding,  She kept jumping off in front of the Sled, and it kept running over her. ( the Vet Bills were enormous.)&lt;br /&gt;This time I bought her a pair of Ski's, so She can ride behind the sled.  She looks so cute in her Parka, hat and gloves.  The Bandaids on her tail aren't so attractive.&lt;br /&gt;Her tail as ugly as it is, is so wrinkly.  We went to Belks department store, to the cosmetic counter to look for some Anti aging and de wrnikling creme for her tail.&lt;br /&gt;As we came up to the counter I sat her down beside the lipstick display, while I waited on the clerk to assit us.    the Store was pretty busy, so to pass the time we started trying on differen't shades of lipstick.  all of the shades made me look like a slut, but the burnt berry shade really&lt;br /&gt;Compliments Myrtles lips,   it also sort of hides her buck teeth.&lt;br /&gt;The clerk kept pointing at us from the other side of the store, and soon they was a crowd gathering.  I knew from past experience, that we should pack up and go.  So we exited very quickly, but when we passed through the security gate it started beeping.  Suddenly Several store security officers surrounded us telling me over the bullhorn, " Drop the ugly kid and put your hands up"  it was a nasty ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;Come to find out Myrtle had hijacked that pretty shade of lipstick and a bottle of Liz taylor's White Diamonds, ( A forty dollar value)  Needless to say we did not get the free Handbag&lt;br /&gt;Supplies were already out.&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle has a problem of sticking things in her pouch without paying for them.&lt;br /&gt;So it was another day of police, and laughs and stares, Just a normal day in the life of a father with an ugly, Kleptomaniac kid.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;Myrtles Father&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-113961475990281183?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-113951893016231158</id><published>2006-02-09T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T13:02:10.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Principal does not like hairy Kids</title><content type='html'>I was sitting in the principals office really nervous waiting on him to come in.&lt;br /&gt;It was a parent teacher conference.  My little Girl was somehow in trouble ( Not my baby )&lt;br /&gt;It was a long wait, and as I sat there I looked around taking it all in.&lt;br /&gt;His Desk was large and full of clutter.  There were several cookbooks sitting on his desk, One was titled  How to cook Wild creatures with Angel hair pasta.  this really made me nervous.&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden he bursted through the door, introduced himself and plopped down in his oversized Lazyboy. ( He needed one, he was slightly oversized himself )&lt;br /&gt;Well Mr Jones we seem to have a problem with your little girl he said&lt;br /&gt;My Baby, couldent be I replied.  Oh yes, its your hairy little Daughter,  Seems she keeps causing a disturbance in Gym Class.  She climbs the rope with her tail instead of her hands and legs like most normal kids do.  Other Children seem to be scared of her and this has got to stop.&lt;br /&gt;And it seems She eats with her mouth open during  Lunch and its really nasty looking.&lt;br /&gt;He continued to go on and on about all kinds of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;It really pisses me off that my opossum girl cant even go to School without getting Harassed.&lt;br /&gt;He even offered up a Lady Venus razor and Said" If she would get rid of that facial hair things may go a little smooth"&lt;br /&gt;Upset as I was about the hairy issue . I just kept thinking of how silly my Baby would look with a naked face.&lt;br /&gt;So we all came to an agreement on some issues but not the facial hair one.&lt;br /&gt;After that they called in myrtle, I decided to take her home early that day, and we left.&lt;br /&gt;It took us about twenty minutes to get to the car, Myrtle walks so slow, not to mention she had to stop and pee, and smell all the grass, and nibble on a little dog poop.&lt;br /&gt;It was hell getting her in the car seat.  The strap knocked off her glasses, and they rolled under the car, so i put her on the ground so she could Mosey under it and get the glasses, of course she climbed up on the tire and took her sweet time, looking around bumping into everything, crosseyed and blind as she is.  finally we was able to leave.&lt;br /&gt;We were at CiCi's Pizza when all the Women ran away from the buffet screaming, and one little kid threw up.  I guess it was because she  ( myrtle )  was hanging upside down from the Sneeze Sheild nibbling on the hawaii delight pizza.  I reassured everyone that she brushes her teeth every morning and she  is very clean.    Over the loudspeaker came a voice that said " Rat on the pizza bar..... RUN."&lt;br /&gt;See all the Misery we have to go through.  And you think you have problems with your Kid??&lt;br /&gt;All ended well we got our food for free, but had to eat it in the back of a Police car.&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle still has ink all over her from the fingerprint ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;I was sort of upset when they put her in the cell with all the prostitutes.&lt;br /&gt;I was in the Big Boy cell ( it was kind of Exciting) O'h well we wont go there.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we just got bailed out and its late so i've got to go.&lt;br /&gt;More stories tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;Myrtles Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:  Opposums are a vital part of the Eco system. They are scavengers, and clean up the woods and enviroment by eating dead animals, fruit etc. They also help with such things as seed disbursment, helping to reforrest wild fruit trees and such.&lt;br /&gt;Although opossums are very gentle and non aggresive, always beware of them they can inflict a very nasty bite.  If you see a Opossum in the daytime the Animal is probably sick or injured since they are normally nocturnal.  You can help the injured or sick animal by calling your local Animal Control office and asked them to refer you to a Wildlife rehab Specialist in your area.&lt;br /&gt;The specialist will probably come and pick up the animal,seek medical care for it, or determine the best possible route to take.  Many female Opossums who are rescued still have young in their pouch, these small babies can be removed and cared for until they are able to be released back into the wild.  last year alone I rehabed more than 25 young and all were released back into their rightful place, Nature.&lt;br /&gt;Be Kind to opossums without them the world would be a nasty place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-113951893016231158?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/113951893016231158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=113951893016231158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/113951893016231158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/113951893016231158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/02/principal-does-not-like-hairy-kids.html' title='The Principal does not like hairy Kids'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-113945410190526810</id><published>2006-02-08T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T19:01:41.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Principal Gave Us a Capital F</title><content type='html'>Stay tuned, tommorow night I will tell you the story about myrtle and Principal magillicuty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-113945410190526810?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/113945410190526810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=113945410190526810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/113945410190526810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/113945410190526810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/02/principal-gave-us-capital-f.html' title='The Principal Gave Us a Capital F'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-113945307988809889</id><published>2006-02-08T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T18:44:39.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bus Driver tries to run over my baby</title><content type='html'>I have the ugliest child in the world...&lt;br /&gt;Her name is myrtle.&lt;br /&gt;She is a opossum. ( yes a Opossum)&lt;br /&gt;Dont laugh I get enough of that as it is.&lt;br /&gt;When I take her to the drive in window at mcDonalds, the window worker wont even slide open the door. It always   " pull up to the white line"&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how embarrasing that is?  All the kids at School make fun of her they call her Crosseyes.  Every morning the School bus tries to run over her instead of picking her up. &lt;br /&gt;I know they can see the backpack and lunchables sitting beside her.&lt;br /&gt;Even ugly kids deserve an education.  What can I do except put out a sign that says " Hey lady&lt;br /&gt;Stop the Bus".&lt;br /&gt;People on the highway can be so rude when we are driving around town.  They honk and laugh at us on the interstate.  it really hurts her feelings.  She is ultra sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;My mother does mean things too,  She refuses to let myrtle sit at the dinning table during holidays like Christmas and Thanksgiving.  She once tried to have a sleepover at home and none of the other kids showed up.  Her and I had to eat all the Chex mix by ourselfs.&lt;br /&gt;Once at the grocery store she got her tail caught in the buggy.  Absolutely nobody came to our assistance. ( Whats the world coming to?)&lt;br /&gt;We went to Kids Depot once and she had to go down the slide all by herself. I felt terrible for her&lt;br /&gt;So after we left I took her to have her pouch groomed at the Oriental Nail Salon.&lt;br /&gt;The technician kept commenting about how good she would look in a bed of fried rice.&lt;br /&gt;I love her very much.  I keep her in a box by the fireplace.  even my partner of 10 years says her tail looks like a dead snake. &lt;br /&gt;She often comes home from School crying saying all the kids pick on her, and asks her to hang upside down from the ceiling.  We are Jewish and you should see her in her yammica. ( I know only men wear them o.k. ( this is a story keep in mind )   Once a repair man came to the house&lt;br /&gt;He was a real Hillbilly, you know like the kind that stars on Hew-Haw.  He said he would give me 5 bucks for her, Said his wife makes a mean possum stew.  I wouldent take a million dollars for her ( maybe a Million and a half )  She was so distraught that she climbed in the oven and turned the gas on high, only after she sprinkled herself with taragon and sage.&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow I have to go to the School  for a parent teacher conference, they say she is failing Gym class. I think the other kids are jealous because she can climb the rope better than them.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I gotta go, I need to help her with her homework.  Please remeber to be kind to ugly kids, they just want to fit in.  And if you see my little girl sitting beside the road one morning&lt;br /&gt;in her pink dress and barney lunch box SLOW DOWN, she cant see very well and she may step out in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for more Unhappy stories about my ugly little girl.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;Myrtles father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:  Myrtle is a real opposum that  I rehabilitated. I am a wildlife rehab specialist for the State of  North Carolina.  Myrtle was brought to me by a wildlife officer after being pulled out of the mouth of a vicious dog when she was just 8 weeks old. She is nearly blind and about 3 years old&lt;br /&gt;She is a wonderful and loving animal that has become a part of the family.  Most opposums I rehab are released back into the wild, but myrtle was to Human imprinted to let go.  She is a house opposum and has her own room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-113945307988809889?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/113945307988809889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=113945307988809889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/113945307988809889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/113945307988809889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/02/bus-driver-tries-to-run-over-my-baby.html' title='The Bus Driver tries to run over my baby'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22165168.post-113944525020934855</id><published>2006-02-08T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T16:34:10.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How ugly can a kid be???</title><content type='html'>This is a test only&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22165168-113944525020934855?l=myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/feeds/113944525020934855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22165168&amp;postID=113944525020934855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/113944525020934855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22165168/posts/default/113944525020934855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrtleandrosie.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-ugly-can-kid-be.html' title='How ugly can a kid be???'/><author><name>matt kevin jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09985643140555682875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
