<?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-7704350676236099558</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:54:43.979-07:00</updated><category term='garbage'/><category term='sweet memories'/><category term='old family times'/><category term='old stuff'/><category term='watching old movies'/><category term='shannon newbern malone'/><category term='sentimental'/><title type='text'>Stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialclubstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704350676236099558/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialclubstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06932019515368030960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oQHk6ZtgXEk/SmI6OfuDNlI/AAAAAAAAACU/NTyuR-KvU14/S220/shannon.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704350676236099558.post-1976759343409482965</id><published>2010-06-29T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T10:17:40.893-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watching old movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shannon newbern malone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old family times'/><title type='text'>"OLD FAMILY TIMES"</title><content type='html'>Wow---I was at Mother's the other day &amp; she was in the mood to watch old VCR movies, that daddy had made, many--- many--- years ago. Lots of laughes, but also sad at the same time. Most everyone, in the older generation, has now left us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked at myself, with that long brown hair, down to my butt--which was 35-40 years ago. I looked at things--- what if I had done this, instead of that---why didn't I go, on that trip. Where was this person, or that person! Who is that person &amp; who do they belong to. Trying to guess, which baby was who. Laughing at the glasses people wore &amp; the cars they drove. How we all went from skinny, to alittle heavier, back to skinny, then back alittle heavier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days are gone forever, but will forever--- be in our memories---and how "sweet"-- those memories are!&lt;br /&gt;Shannon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7704350676236099558-1976759343409482965?l=socialclubstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialclubstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1976759343409482965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://socialclubstories.blogspot.com/2010/06/old-family-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704350676236099558/posts/default/1976759343409482965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704350676236099558/posts/default/1976759343409482965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialclubstories.blogspot.com/2010/06/old-family-times.html' title='&quot;OLD FAMILY TIMES&quot;'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06932019515368030960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oQHk6ZtgXEk/SmI6OfuDNlI/AAAAAAAAACU/NTyuR-KvU14/S220/shannon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704350676236099558.post-626031969919041944</id><published>2010-03-10T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T17:39:05.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"MEMORIES"</title><content type='html'>When I sit &amp; think back many, many--- years ago, when I was a little girl---maybe 10--I can remember my Dad working 2-3 jobs, just so my Mom could stay home with us kids.  He worked shift work, sometimes sleeping during the day--we always had to be quiet, really hard in a small, very small house, but we all did it.  I can remember what I use to put in Daddy's lunch, one thing, soda crackers w/peanut butter.  Things were simple back then---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids this day &amp; time have "no idea" of a simple life---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7704350676236099558-626031969919041944?l=socialclubstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialclubstories.blogspot.com/feeds/626031969919041944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://socialclubstories.blogspot.com/2010/03/memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704350676236099558/posts/default/626031969919041944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704350676236099558/posts/default/626031969919041944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialclubstories.blogspot.com/2010/03/memories.html' title='&quot;MEMORIES&quot;'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06932019515368030960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oQHk6ZtgXEk/SmI6OfuDNlI/AAAAAAAAACU/NTyuR-KvU14/S220/shannon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704350676236099558.post-8124745637419651791</id><published>2010-02-01T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T14:55:10.564-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shannon newbern malone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage'/><title type='text'>"OLD STUFF" is it garbage???</title><content type='html'>I was over cleaning up my house, here awhile back---getting old stuff cleaned out, I haven't touched, since I left my big house in Polk City! Wow, that has been years ago.  It stirred up good &amp; bad emotions; who, what, when &amp; where--you know, all that shit, that goes through your mind, when you see all the old photos, of everything in your past, AND you say to yourself, "What the hell-- Am I To Do With All This Shit?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just box up this, for this kid, box up that, for that kid, then what they don't want, just throw, the hell away!!! &lt;br /&gt;Is this the way?? I am too sentimental--I know to just let it go, but I can't--everywhere I turn, its something, I just can't let go of, so for now, I've just boxed it up, deal with it another day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about that!!!&lt;br /&gt;Shannon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7704350676236099558-8124745637419651791?l=socialclubstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialclubstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8124745637419651791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://socialclubstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/old-stuff-is-it-garbage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704350676236099558/posts/default/8124745637419651791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704350676236099558/posts/default/8124745637419651791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialclubstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/old-stuff-is-it-garbage.html' title='&quot;OLD STUFF&quot; is it garbage???'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06932019515368030960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oQHk6ZtgXEk/SmI6OfuDNlI/AAAAAAAAACU/NTyuR-KvU14/S220/shannon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704350676236099558.post-7461694468867564720</id><published>2009-09-06T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T16:48:02.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"LABOR DAY"----Back When</title><content type='html'>As a little girl---Labor Day meant, it was our last beach trip! The very last thing we did as a family before, Thanksgiving &amp; Christmas. Our last vacation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most fun I've ever had, was a Labor Day, long ago---we stayed at the Coral Reef, at St. Pete Beach. I thought it was a Ritz-Carlton, because it had a pool! I never had a pool growing up &amp; this was a humongous deal. All of us went---Mother, Daddy, my brother/family, my sister/family &amp; at that time Nashan was about 3 yrs old &amp; Lance was about a year old, being his birthday is Sept 1st. I just recently saw pictures, as I was cleaning out the garage of that Holiday--I can remember, everyone made fun of me, due to my big boobs--nursing at the time, &amp; they were right, from the look of the pictures. LOL---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of Daddy with all the grandkids, on the beach, making Sand Castles---Daddy with his white, long sleeve shirt on &amp; his big straw hat---skin problems all the time, but that never kept him from the beach, with all of us. Mother always sat pretty, with her hair done &amp; god forbid, if any of us, got it wet!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the walks &amp; just sitting, till way past dark, when all the little ones, would be sleeping. That was such a great time, to listen, to Mother &amp; Daddy tell, one story, then another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful, to have such sweet &amp; precious memories, of such, great family times!&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days---&lt;br /&gt;Shannon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7704350676236099558-7461694468867564720?l=socialclubstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialclubstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7461694468867564720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://socialclubstories.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-back-when.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704350676236099558/posts/default/7461694468867564720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704350676236099558/posts/default/7461694468867564720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialclubstories.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-back-when.html' title='&quot;LABOR DAY&quot;----Back When'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06932019515368030960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oQHk6ZtgXEk/SmI6OfuDNlI/AAAAAAAAACU/NTyuR-KvU14/S220/shannon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704350676236099558.post-8780672220146950609</id><published>2009-08-19T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T13:29:33.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>**A Beach Trip--With--Daddy**</title><content type='html'>Being at the "Beach", is my most favorite place!!  It is peaceful--surreal--beautiful--&amp; amazing!!  This is where I have the best memories of my Dad, the beach.  When I was little, we always went to Clearwater Beach, mostly for the day. There was this huge pool, with a diving board.  I always wanted to be a professional diver.  So the closes I got, was this huge pool in Clearwater.  Daddy's favorite dive was the Jack Knife. We would dive &amp; swim for hours, it seems like it was yesterday.  Staying in the water for hours, seem to never bother me.  My brother &amp; sister would go, Dennis would always dive with us, Roxanne did not like it much.  And of course Mother, would be sitting under the umbrella, out of the sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I sit &amp; think about my Dad &amp; some of the days we had, its almost like, he is with me &amp; it was just, awhile ago, we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Much Love for &lt;br /&gt;My Dad---&lt;br /&gt;Shannon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7704350676236099558-8780672220146950609?l=socialclubstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialclubstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8780672220146950609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://socialclubstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/beach-trip-with-daddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704350676236099558/posts/default/8780672220146950609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704350676236099558/posts/default/8780672220146950609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialclubstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/beach-trip-with-daddy.html' title='**A Beach Trip--With--Daddy**'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06932019515368030960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oQHk6ZtgXEk/SmI6OfuDNlI/AAAAAAAAACU/NTyuR-KvU14/S220/shannon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704350676236099558.post-7906130947751394030</id><published>2009-07-31T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T09:09:46.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>                      How do you "LET GO" of a LIFETIME---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In the News)   A couple passes away within 3 days of each other----&lt;br /&gt;Married 59 years---would have been 60 yrs in Nov.---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this mean????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents were married 62 years, when my Dad passed away---&lt;br /&gt;How do you live alone, after all those years???&lt;br /&gt;     No more---kissing them goodnight&lt;br /&gt;     No more---sitting down to breakfast, saying Good Morning&lt;br /&gt;     No more---reading the paper together&lt;br /&gt;     No more---Just being...anything--it's gone FOREVER &amp; forever is a long time, not to ever see someone again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom is a true survivor---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loneliness you have to endure, is Heartache---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad was a strong, good hearted man---that always loved his family!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7704350676236099558-7906130947751394030?l=socialclubstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialclubstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7906130947751394030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://socialclubstories.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-do-you-let-go-of-lifetime-in-news.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704350676236099558/posts/default/7906130947751394030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704350676236099558/posts/default/7906130947751394030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialclubstories.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-do-you-let-go-of-lifetime-in-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06932019515368030960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oQHk6ZtgXEk/SmI6OfuDNlI/AAAAAAAAACU/NTyuR-KvU14/S220/shannon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704350676236099558.post-5186201611373403639</id><published>2009-07-25T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T09:41:05.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Perfect World"</title><content type='html'>I have a sweet, strong, &amp;amp; passion filled friend, that lives in Chicago.  Her husband is a great father &amp;amp; a wonderful man.  They have 2 boys together, ages 16 &amp;amp; 12.  Then he has two grown children, a daughter &amp;amp; son, ages 22 &amp;amp; 26. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     She has the life we all dream of.  The "big" wonderful, beautiful, &amp;amp; perfect home.  Decorated to the tee, in every way!  Her passion is cooking &amp;amp; gardening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Homemaker, does that job full-time; 20 hours a day!!  Car Pools, baseball, basketball, &amp;amp; soccer games...the boys, do it all.  The basement is always filled with any kind of noise you can think of, from all boys.  Laughter, yelling, &amp;amp; yes, ruff housing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Her garden is impeckable &amp;amp; the most beautiful, I have ever seen.  Along with the wrought iron Grapevine Trellis, (that I love, my favorite).  Bird feeders, wind chimes, bird baths, &amp;amp; chipmunks, everything for a perfect world! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     THEN, THE "Perfect World" WAS SHAKEN.....&lt;br /&gt;The wonderful father &amp;amp; husband has just found out, he has terminal cancer.  Stage IV. &lt;br /&gt;The future seems very dismal, with heartache &amp;amp; pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Please, to all of you....BE THANKFUL.....&lt;br /&gt;For your health &amp;amp; your wonderful life!!  Please add, (Shannon's best friend) to your prayer list.&lt;br /&gt;     They are always In My Heart...&amp;amp; prayers...&lt;br /&gt;Shannon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7704350676236099558-5186201611373403639?l=socialclubstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialclubstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5186201611373403639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://socialclubstories.blogspot.com/2009/07/perfect-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704350676236099558/posts/default/5186201611373403639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704350676236099558/posts/default/5186201611373403639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialclubstories.blogspot.com/2009/07/perfect-world.html' title='The &quot;Perfect World&quot;'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06932019515368030960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oQHk6ZtgXEk/SmI6OfuDNlI/AAAAAAAAACU/NTyuR-KvU14/S220/shannon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704350676236099558.post-4549721510823957001</id><published>2009-07-17T10:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T10:46:38.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day the blog was born</title><content type='html'>It was a warm summer day in Florida when my blog was born. The sun was shining hot, thirsty for some fresh tourist skin. Gators were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sleeping&lt;/span&gt; in the muddy, almost dried up ponds, just waiting for a little rain. And little birds were trying to find some shade in the lush green trees.&lt;br /&gt;It was on this day that I found the inspiration to start my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7704350676236099558-4549721510823957001?l=socialclubstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://socialclubstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4549721510823957001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://socialclubstories.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-blog-was-born.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704350676236099558/posts/default/4549721510823957001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704350676236099558/posts/default/4549721510823957001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://socialclubstories.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-blog-was-born.html' title='The day the blog was born'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06932019515368030960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oQHk6ZtgXEk/SmI6OfuDNlI/AAAAAAAAACU/NTyuR-KvU14/S220/shannon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
