<?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/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11314587.post8363429167625675371..comments</id><updated>2009-10-19T18:19:22.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on Redneck Diva: Drive-by</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.theredneckdiva.com/feeds/8363429167625675371/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11314587/8363429167625675371/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theredneckdiva.com/2009/09/drive-by.html'/><author><name>Redneck Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506685036989431733</uri><email>theredneckdiva@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11314587.post-2060759423175556248</id><published>2009-10-19T14:25:23.864-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T14:25:23.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't have any reletives that I was ever close e...</title><content type='html'>I don&amp;#39;t have any reletives that I was ever close enough to that I would ever visit.  But I do have my Pastor that I&amp;#39;ve visited a few times in the 3 years that he&amp;#39;s been gone.&lt;br /&gt;Mike&amp;#39;s wishes are to be cremated, half of his ashes sprinkled off the back of a bike somewhere in mountains, the other half flushed down the toilet.  How Mike is that?  I bet his gf doesn&amp;#39;t know that about him.&lt;br /&gt;My wishes are to not be emballmed.  I want the fall organ harvest, then bury me quickly without emballming me. I don&amp;#39;t want my body drained of my blood.  Is that weird?  Actually, no, it&amp;#39;s not, I read about it in a magazine one time and it&amp;#39;s, get this, called &amp;quot;Green burial&amp;quot;.  How awesome is that? I already knew this was what I wanted, and to find that there&amp;#39;s a name for it and it&amp;#39;s named GREEN burial, that sealed the deal for me.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11314587/8363429167625675371/comments/default/2060759423175556248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11314587/8363429167625675371/comments/default/2060759423175556248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theredneckdiva.com/2009/09/drive-by.html?showComment=1255980323864#c2060759423175556248' title=''/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14433280494103750395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.theredneckdiva.com/2009/09/drive-by.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11314587.post-8363429167625675371' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11314587/posts/default/8363429167625675371' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11314587.post-3460536115426697462</id><published>2009-09-20T19:17:38.490-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:17:38.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can say that I drive by my grandparent's graves ...</title><content type='html'>I can say that I drive by my grandparent&amp;#39;s graves at least 2 or 3 times a week.  It just so happens that they built a Wal-Mart Super Center across the street.  Of course it wasn&amp;#39;t there when they were burried.  Now the humor in this comes because I know that my grandma would just laugh and think it was funny because she now gets to &amp;quot;see&amp;quot; me more often!  Never mind the fact I wouldn&amp;#39;t have chosen for the store to be there but the irony of it is priceless.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with you about your final wishes and mine are pretty much the same.  My kiddo&amp;#39;s (ages 8 &amp;amp; 10 at the time) were able to attend their first funeral this last year and I had the opportunity to have this same discussion with them.  I do believe they understand my feelings about this.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11314587/8363429167625675371/comments/default/3460536115426697462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11314587/8363429167625675371/comments/default/3460536115426697462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theredneckdiva.com/2009/09/drive-by.html?showComment=1253492258490#c3460536115426697462' title=''/><author><name>Mommyfried</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00773339063708798516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00331607150685131995'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.theredneckdiva.com/2009/09/drive-by.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11314587.post-8363429167625675371' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11314587/posts/default/8363429167625675371' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11314587.post-1433372829987649425</id><published>2009-09-20T18:15:09.753-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T18:15:09.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this post...  I totally understand -- My Gr...</title><content type='html'>I love this post...  I totally understand -- My Grannie took care of Grandpa&amp;#39;s grave until she just wasn&amp;#39;t able anymore; she died when I was 21.  I was there for her services but I didn&amp;#39;t go back on my own until one day last fall.  I totally agree, she&amp;#39;s not there -- In my heart and in my mind, she&amp;#39;s in the kitchen cooking some variety of pork that I wouldn&amp;#39;t dare eat, or checking the classifieds for another rent house &amp;#39;cause she loooooved to move.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11314587/8363429167625675371/comments/default/1433372829987649425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11314587/8363429167625675371/comments/default/1433372829987649425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theredneckdiva.com/2009/09/drive-by.html?showComment=1253488509753#c1433372829987649425' title=''/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02340821935542916485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.theredneckdiva.com/2009/09/drive-by.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11314587.post-8363429167625675371' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11314587/posts/default/8363429167625675371' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11314587.post-3207993770620739014</id><published>2009-09-20T15:54:07.485-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T15:54:07.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Personally, I do visit the cemeteries where my lov...</title><content type='html'>Personally, I do visit the cemeteries where my loved ones were buried when I can.  I know that they aren&amp;#39;t &amp;quot;there&amp;quot;, but it is still somehow comforting to sit there at their last resting place and feel close to them while I talk about just everyday things. How big the kids are getting, who lost a tooth, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, my most loved ones, like my GGrandpa and GGrandma and hubby&amp;#39;s Dad are all spread out over Oklahoma, and I don&amp;#39;t get to visit much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go on and grieve for your Nana who is still so fresh on your mind the best way for you.  She understands if you don&amp;#39;t come stand in front of her headstone. In fact, I bet she knew you well enough that she would be surprised if you did.  I also bet that she smiled down at you and waved as you drove by. *Hugs*</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11314587/8363429167625675371/comments/default/3207993770620739014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11314587/8363429167625675371/comments/default/3207993770620739014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theredneckdiva.com/2009/09/drive-by.html?showComment=1253480047485#c3207993770620739014' title=''/><author><name>MamaKBear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15738734156034934492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.theredneckdiva.com/2009/09/drive-by.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11314587.post-8363429167625675371' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11314587/posts/default/8363429167625675371' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>