<?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-8445891</id><updated>2011-09-30T11:47:33.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Majic Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>228</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-116492096113237911</id><published>2006-11-30T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T16:09:21.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Signing off...for now</title><content type='html'>This will be my last post for a while. I am trading majicfam in for a new blog. &lt;a href="http://www.oursavinggrace.blogspot.com"&gt;I hope you will bookmark us over there and join us on our journey of hope. &lt;/a&gt;Thanks for reading and I look forward to hearing from all of you while we walk this new road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-116492096113237911?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/116492096113237911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=116492096113237911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/116492096113237911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/116492096113237911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/11/signing-offfor-now.html' title='Signing off...for now'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-116480471478487538</id><published>2006-11-29T07:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T07:51:56.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rockin' Good Time</title><content type='html'>I feel as though I haven't posted in forever and this may be one of the last as I am finding this more of a chore than anything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you have been to my hubby's blog you saw we were in NC for the hols and let me tell you...WE had the greatest time. Remember, the familiarity blog a few months ago? It was so refreshing to be back in the saddle again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived early Thursday morning, like 3 am and of course went straight to bed only to be up by 7 b/c just like a little kid I couldn't contain my excitement to be back with some of the best friends we have ever had. We started the day with hugs and kisses all around (the kids lol) and then ate pancakes and sausage and began to prepare for our Thanksgiving feast. For the most part we sat around and relaxed, ate, played numerous games of skip bo, watched tons of junk, ate tons of junk, did a little shopping, ate some more, drank some Starbucks, jumped on the trampoline (which I am still paying for), made pancakes everyday, drank a ton of coffee and most of all...LAUGHED like I hadn't laughed in ages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was, without a doubt, THE most refreshing time we have had in I don't know when. It's rare in life to find people who you can go through stuff with and come out the other side better then when you went in but when you find them, hold on to them, treat them with respect and treasure them always. I pray in your walk through this world you will be blessed enough to find forever friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-116480471478487538?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/116480471478487538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=116480471478487538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/116480471478487538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/116480471478487538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/11/rockin-good-time.html' title='A Rockin&apos; Good Time'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-116412379974470990</id><published>2006-11-21T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T10:43:20.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Proud Moment</title><content type='html'>Sunday was a very big day in the life of our teenager. He was baptized. He gave his life to the Lord when he was 7 but had never taken the "plunge" so to speak. We have been having baptism's at our church since we opened our doors and he has heard our pastor speak on the subject many times. Somehow a week ago when he spoke on it again something clicked in him and he signed up. It was interesting b/c he didn't even say anything to us until the middle of the week. I think the timing is perfect after all he has been through. Not to say he will lead a perfect life from this point on but it's a start. An obedient start. When he went up and climed into the water I was holding it together really well and then our pastor did this little mini speech. He told everyone what a great kid he was and how he is such a leader in his own right, which is true. He leads the set up every Friday night and its his responsibility to make sure it gets done. Anyway, it was just so awesome for him to have that recognition. So, the kid got dunked and we all cried like babies b/c of it. We were so proud of him. I really think he has made some great strides in the last few months and am excited to watch what God is doing in his life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-116412379974470990?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/116412379974470990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=116412379974470990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/116412379974470990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/116412379974470990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/11/proud-moment.html' title='A Proud Moment'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-116319300778402359</id><published>2006-11-10T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T16:10:07.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for fun, hey it's Friday.</title><content type='html'>This was kinda cool. Put in your picture and you get to see all these people who they say you look like. Try it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/acollage/G/8_9/wdyf03_078729d58e4554i7kpav03" width="203" height="232" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" height="1"&gt;&lt;a title="MyHeritage - trace your ancestors" href="http://www.myheritage.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.myheritage.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-116319300778402359?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/116319300778402359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=116319300778402359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/116319300778402359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/116319300778402359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-for-fun-hey-its-friday.html' title='Just for fun, hey it&apos;s Friday.'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-116309757939466651</id><published>2006-11-09T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:39:39.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Lost</title><content type='html'>Here's the deal...I never watched Lost before. My knowledge of the show was basic to say the least. Everyone on a plane is stranded on a deserted island b/c their plane crashed. I am not kidding when I say "I have never watched one episode." However, last night all that changed when I was out to eat and they had it on their big screen. No sound, just visual. Here's what I gathered. They were doing flashbacks of people's lives before the crash. The main focus seemed to be this very pretty brunette and her husband who I think is a cop. It showed their wedding and so on. Then it showed her in some sort of jail. Then it showed her behind some sort of plate glass talking and crying to this cute guy (he was on party of 5 back in the day) and there was a camera watching them. How in the heck are there camera's in the jungle? Next thing I know she's back in her jail and she's looking across to this other guy who's even cuter with semi-long hair. Then she's climbing like a monkey out of her jail and into his. What was the point of the jail thing if she could get out? Then they are making it like jack rabbits and I am wondering...wait, I thought she was married to the cop and what happened to him and didn't I also see her take a pregnancy test that was positive? Listen I know there are LOST fans out there so you better start talking b/c none of this makes sense and I am way curious. Someone must be able to give me the readers digest version. Please I am begging. Hook me up. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-116309757939466651?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/116309757939466651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=116309757939466651' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/116309757939466651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/116309757939466651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-lost.html' title='I&apos;m Lost'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-116281379447900560</id><published>2006-11-06T06:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T06:49:54.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Deepest Ache</title><content type='html'>I remember feeling this right after I watched my mother go home to be with the Lord. They finally convinced me to leave the hospital and Brian and I drove home. I went into my bedroom and layed down. It's almost somthing I cannot even describe. This ache went to the very depth of my being. I actually felt pain. It was as if there was no where for it to go and even settle in my body, it was somehow bottomless. It just went on and on, I couldn't even cry, the ache was so deep. The ache was hopelessness. I feel that ache this morning. Last night my mother was in dreams as real as the day she went home. I was talking to her, I was trying to get to her. I was sobbing uncontrollably and when I woke up this morning I felt pure exhaustion. The ache was back. I haven't felt it in a while and knew I would need to get a hold of it before it got a hold of me. In my quiet time I questioned God again, something I haven't done in about a year. Why, when she loved you so much and served you wholeheartedly, would you let her die? Don't you know I need my mom. I feel like I can't breathe yet somehow this will be therapeutic for me. I may for a moment feel hopelessness but it will not overtake me b/c HE is my Hope. I am not foolish enough to think times like this will cease but I do know He gives me the strength to handle it and to somehow be better for it. I will be be honest though, I need this ache to turn back to hope quickly. So, when you think of me today pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-116281379447900560?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/116281379447900560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=116281379447900560' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/116281379447900560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/116281379447900560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/11/deepest-ache.html' title='The Deepest Ache'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-116252266467628394</id><published>2006-11-02T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T21:57:44.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Eat!!</title><content type='html'>My new favorite past time is going to &lt;a href="http://www.letseatdinner.com"&gt;Let's Eat&lt;/a&gt;, making all my meals for 2 weeks and then  going home and resting easy b/c I don't have to worry about what's for dinner every night. Brian and I just went tonight and made all kinds of yummy meals. All I have to say is this...if you have one of these places close to your house I highly recommend it, especially for you mom's. Brian and I go together and it's so much fun and they clean up right behind you as you work. Whoever came up with this concept is my new hero (well not really but I'm pretty impressed). The nicest thing about this besides the convenience is I wouldn't make any of these recipes normally b/c the ingredient list is way to extensive but this way I get to try all kinds of new meals I could never come up with on my own. It's great for people who love to cook or hate to cook, it doesn't matter. You'll have a great experience no matter what. Anyway, so let me know if you have one where you live and if you ever try it I would love to hear what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-116252266467628394?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/116252266467628394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=116252266467628394' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/116252266467628394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/116252266467628394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/11/lets-eat.html' title='Let&apos;s Eat!!'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-116154896738657094</id><published>2006-10-22T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T15:29:27.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Words Women Use...and the interpertation men need</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the word women use to end an argument when they are&lt;br /&gt;right and you need to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIVE MINUTES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she is getting dressed, this is half an hour. Five minutes&lt;br /&gt;is only five minutes if you have just been given 5 more minutes&lt;br /&gt;to watch the game before helping around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the calm before the storm. This means "something," and&lt;br /&gt;you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with 'Nothing'&lt;br /&gt;usually end in "Fine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GO AHEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a dare, not permission. Don't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOUD SIGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement&lt;br /&gt;often misunderstood by men. A "Loud Sigh" means she thinks you&lt;br /&gt;are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing&lt;br /&gt;here and arguing with you over "Nothing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT'S OKAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the most dangerous statements that a woman can&lt;br /&gt;make to a man. "That's Okay" means that she wants to think long&lt;br /&gt;and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your&lt;br /&gt;mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman is thanking you. Do not question it or faint. Just say&lt;br /&gt;you're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHATEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a woman's way of saying *!#@ YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-116154896738657094?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/116154896738657094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=116154896738657094' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/116154896738657094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/116154896738657094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/10/words-women-useand-interpertation-men.html' title='Words Women Use...and the interpertation men need'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-116128150529569174</id><published>2006-10-19T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T13:17:47.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Making a choice</title><content type='html'>I am not too sure what happened to be perfectly honest. I know I was sick about coming to work Monday but had made a choice and would stick by it regardless of the situation or circumstances. Well, I walk in and before I know it me and the person in question were talking like nothing had ever been wrong. It was the strangest thing. It's been like this all week so far. I don't know if they made a decision also or what. I am thankful for God's repremand in my life or maybe it would have gone the other way. Life at work has been rocking all week and I am determined, no matter what to keep a good attitude and treat people the way I want to be treated. Thank you for checking back and for praying (if you did).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-116128150529569174?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/116128150529569174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=116128150529569174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/116128150529569174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/116128150529569174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/10/making-choice.html' title='Making a choice'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-116100300332358002</id><published>2006-10-16T07:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T07:52:42.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not too proud</title><content type='html'>Our pastor has been doing this series called Winning at Work and yesterday's title was Difficult People in the Workplace and let me tell you, it was a smack in the face. Life at work has been more than a little difficult to say the very least. I am sad to say I am not very proud of my behavior either.  Here's the thing, there is one particular co-worker of mine who doesn't like me. Hard to believe I know but it's true. Anyway, we had somewhat of a run in a couple of weeks ago and that certainly didn't help any. I am not going to lie, I don't like this person either which is really rare for me. I like most people. They don't follow rules, they constantly interrupt, they are rude to everyone including residents (which is a HUGE NO-NO) and worst of all, they lie. Anyway, after our conflict I went and apologized. I didn't want to but I knew it was the right thing so I did and basically it didn't go very well which made things worse.  It's not like I am the only person who has conflict with this person, everyone in the office has had major problems with them.  Well, Friday they almost fired this person and when they didn't I found myself sick knowing I would have to continue working with this person. I couldn't sleep and was in a really bad mood b/c I hate conflict and knowing someone doesn't like me doesn't help. The message yesterday really slapped me upside the head and I realized God does allow people like this in your life to show you things about yourself and to grow you in certain areas. I am so ashamed of myself but I am commited to going in this morning and making a change regardless of how hard nosed and rude this person is to me. The bottom line is I cannot control anything or anyone, I can only control how I behave. I am going to be the change I wish to see in the office. B/C I figure if I don't start there, how can I possibly make a change in the world. Please pray for the courage to be a difference maker and not stoop to their level. I'll let you know how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-116100300332358002?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/116100300332358002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=116100300332358002' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/116100300332358002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/116100300332358002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/10/not-too-proud.html' title='Not too proud'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-116067856751549824</id><published>2006-10-12T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T13:42:47.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!! I LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-116067856751549824?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/116067856751549824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=116067856751549824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/116067856751549824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/116067856751549824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-116027420258491409</id><published>2006-10-07T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T21:23:22.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growth</title><content type='html'>One of the things I love to see as much as I hate to see it, is my kids grow. As all the parents reading this can attest to I am sure. Anyway, about 5 months ago I decided to start measuring my kids against the wall. I know alot of parents start doing this from birth but I am just not with it in certain areas. One of the reasons I even did it in the first place was b/c that oldest child of mine grew 3 inches in 9 months and 2 and a half shoe sizes. So, when I measured him 5 months ago he was 5'6" and on Friday he was 5'7". The middle child 5 months ago was 4'1" and Friday he was 4'3" and the baby was 4'0" and Friday he was 4'1". I know they grow, it's just not as visual until you put a tape measure in the mix except with regard to the oldest. I literally watch the kid get taller right before my eyes. The reason? He insists on wearing jeans everyday regardless of the heat. The outcome? About 2 weeks ago he walks by and I was like "HOLY CRAP Jared!!!" He had on high waters. I couldn't believe it. Needless to say it's incredibly sad for a mom. What parts of your kids getting older bothers you the most?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-116027420258491409?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/116027420258491409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=116027420258491409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/116027420258491409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/116027420258491409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/10/growth.html' title='Growth'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-115992354898760206</id><published>2006-10-03T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T20:27:00.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticks and Stones...</title><content type='html'>I know we all know it and have all said it a million times so for the millionth and one lets all return to kindergarten say STICKS AND STONES MAY BREAK YOUR BONES BUT NAMES WILL NEVER HURT!!! Of course, we also know the latter part of that saying is far from true. Which I was reminded of today. I was called the most hateful thing anyone can ever be called. I can't even write it on this post. It reduced me to tears. Anyway, I am sure you can use your imagination. Why do people have to call other people names? I know I sound like I am in the fourth grade but today was an incredibly rough day before I was slandered for no reason. I literally can't even begin to tell you how sick to my stomach I felt after being called something so horrible. I know how we should always be kind and give people the benefit of the doubt...maybe this guy just broke up with his girlfriend, maybe he just got fired, maybe, maybe, maybe. I could come up with a million reasons why he was so hateful but whatever the reason you cannot convince me for one minute it is ever appropriate to call someone a name like that. Anyway, what do you think about this? Has this ever happened to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-115992354898760206?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/115992354898760206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=115992354898760206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115992354898760206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115992354898760206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/10/sticks-and-stones.html' title='Sticks and Stones...'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-115979605523129628</id><published>2006-10-02T08:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T08:34:15.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The ABC's of why I love him...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ffectionate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ible seeker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;omputer genius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;elicious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;xcellent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;orgeous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;nteresting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;esus freak&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oveable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;asculine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ever gives up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pen minded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;erfect (for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;uick to forgive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;espectful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;exy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hankful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;nselfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ulnerability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;acky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;xx church supporter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;b/c I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;zz's love to sleep with him (literally)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-115979605523129628?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/115979605523129628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=115979605523129628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115979605523129628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115979605523129628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/10/abcs-of-why-i-love-him.html' title='The ABC&apos;s of why I love him...'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-115929737339380490</id><published>2006-09-26T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T14:06:12.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everytime I...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;make turkey meatloaf (don't laugh it's awesome) I think of my mom b/c it was her creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make coffee (not instant) I think of Betsy and how she loved the stuff but swore she couldn't make it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make pancakes or waffles on a Saturday morning I think of the Daigles b/c for 3 years we shared that with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;re-heat my coffee I think of Kerri b/c she would re-heat hers at least 3 times before it was gone and I loved to laugh at her when she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make a cup of english tea I think of Jeanette since we would drink one every afternoon for 3 years in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;buy Life Cereal I think of my dad and it takes me back to my childhood and how that was the only cereal he would eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go for a run I think of my Uncle D and how I must remember to stretch and warm up properly to avoid re-injury.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we hang a picture or shelf I think of Jeff Daigle and make sure to get that leveler out for fear he will one day visit and if they're not straight he will know just by looking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;look at my life I think of my husband and kids and how they make it better everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;think about commitment and what it means in marriage I think of my parents b/c they were the definition of what those vows mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;What kinds of things in your life remind you of people you know and love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-115929737339380490?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/115929737339380490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=115929737339380490' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115929737339380490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115929737339380490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/09/everytime-i.html' title='Everytime I...'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-115866870346027580</id><published>2006-09-19T07:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T09:51:02.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and they lived happily ever after...</title><content type='html'>The weekend was awesome. I survived wearing a strapless dress, walking in 4 inch heels (and dancing) and waiting 6 hours for my plane. The wedding went off without a hitch. The bride was beautiful, the groom could barely get through his vows and the guests partied and enjoyed themselves into the night. I included a couple of pics for you to enjoy but other than that, I am too exhausted to say much of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lauren (Colin's daughter), Beth and Colin (he's a brit you know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 396px; HEIGHT: 557px" height="703" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n178/majicfam/BethandColinswedding103.jpg" width="382" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Their first dance as husband and wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 374px; HEIGHT: 529px" height="693" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n178/majicfam/BethandColinswedding117.jpg" width="368" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me and the bride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 294px" height="478" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n178/majicfam/BethandColinswedding110.jpg" width="512" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I looked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 286px; HEIGHT: 428px" height="670" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n178/majicfam/BethandColinswedding109.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride, groom and the groom's cake (taken at rehearsal dinner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 464px" height="712" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n178/majicfam/BethandColinswedding020.jpg" width="362" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-115866870346027580?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/115866870346027580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=115866870346027580' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115866870346027580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115866870346027580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-they-lived-happily-ever-after.html' title='and they lived happily ever after...'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-115828334176946582</id><published>2006-09-14T19:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T20:22:21.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes the BRIDE....smaid</title><content type='html'>I just have 5 minutes before I have to pack and get everything ready to leave. My week has been so crazy getting ready to go to this wedding. It doesn't matter how much I promise I'll never do it again, I always leave everything to the last minute. For instance: When I went to get my dress they didn't have my size at the store and that just happened to be the last day they could even order it to get it to me in time. Then 2 weeks ago I ordered my shoes and they only arrived yesterday. They fit almost perfectly. The only thing I needed to make them perfect was a heel thingy (sorry, I don't know what it's called). So, when do you think I made time to get those...you guessed it. TONIGHT!!! Plus, I needed some shoes b/c it's going to chilly at night and I don't want to wear flip flops or boots. Then, I was feeling pasty since we haven't been to the pool or beach in a while so last night I did the mystic tan thing. I also, of course, had to give myself a french pedi so, now here I am at 9 pm with nothing packed and my flight leaves at 6 am which means I have to be at the airport by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4AM!!! &lt;/span&gt;Wish me luck, I'll have an update and hopefully some great pics when I get back. Have a great weekend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-115828334176946582?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/115828334176946582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=115828334176946582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115828334176946582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115828334176946582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/09/here-comes-bridesmaid_14.html' title='Here comes the BRIDE....smaid'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-115808262843148880</id><published>2006-09-12T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T12:37:08.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Laws</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Here's our fabulous collection of Strange Laws that can date back very far. Most of these laws remain in the books today, even if rarely enforced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laws shown here have been collected from sources believed to be&lt;br /&gt;reliable, however, there are no guarantees. We recommend that&lt;br /&gt;you conduct further research if you plan on using any of these in a publication!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In Corpus Christie, Texas, it is illegal to raise alligators in your home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Miami, it is forbidden to imitate an animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is against the law to mispronounce the name of the State of Arkansas in that State.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Illinois, the law is that a car must be driven with the steering wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California law prohibits a woman from driving a car while dressed in a housecoat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Tennessee, it is against the law to drive a car while sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In New York, it is against the law for a blind person to drive an automobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In West Virginia, only babies can ride in a baby carriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Georgia, it is against the law to slap a man on the back or front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A barber is not to advertise prices in the State of Georgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Louisiana, a bill was introduced years ago in the State House of Representatives that fixed a ceiling on haircuts for bald men of 25 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Oklahoma, no baseball team can hit the ball over the fence or out of a ballpark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Kentucky, it's the law that a person must take a bath once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Utah, birds have the right of way on any public highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Ohio, one must have a license to keep a bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Tennessee, a law exists which prohibits the sale of bologna (sandwich meat) on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Virginia, the Code of 1930 has a statute which prohibits corrupt practices or bribery by any person other than political candidates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Providence, Rhode Island, it is against the law to jump off a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Florida, it is against the law to put livestock on a school bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In New Jersey, cabbage can't be sold on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In North Carolina, it is against the law for dogs and cats to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Singapore, it is illegal to chew gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Cleveland, Ohio, it is unlawful to leave chewing gum in public places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Virginia, chickens cannot lay eggs before 8:00 a.m., and must be done before 4:00 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Massachusetts, it is against the law to put tomatos in clam chowder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Washington State, you can't carry a concealed weapon that is over 6 feet in length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In San Francisco, there is an ordinance, which bans the picking up and throwing of used confetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Kentucky, it is illegal for a merchant to force a person into his place of business for the purpose of making a sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is against the law in Connecticut for a man to write love letters to a girl whose mother or father has forbidden the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Michigan, married couples must live together or be imprisoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Phoenix, Arizona, you can't walk through a hotel lobby with spurs on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In California, a law created in 1925 makes it illegal to wiggle while dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Utah, daylight must be visible between dancing couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In North Carolina, it is against the law for a rabbit to race down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Georgia, it's against the law to spread a false rumor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Missouri, a man must have a permit to shave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Texas, it is still a "hanging offense" to steal cattle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-115808262843148880?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/115808262843148880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=115808262843148880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115808262843148880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115808262843148880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/09/strange-laws.html' title='Strange Laws'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-115785533587392702</id><published>2006-09-09T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T21:29:43.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when I thought I'd seen it all...</title><content type='html'>I have come across the funniest things lately and thought I would share a couple of them. Since I work at an apartment community one of the main things I do is take work orders for apartments and make sure maintenance is made aware of things that need to be fixed. When they are finished with the work order they give it back to me, I close it out in the computer and call the resident to make sure everything is satisfactory. Well, last week when I was doing this I came across one that made me laugh so hard I was unable to call the resident b/c I didn't want him to be embarrassed. Here is what the work order said, I took it and remembered it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;John Doe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apartment 30000&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Issue - Washing machine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Description - washing machine stopped in the middle of cycle and would not start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I remember when I talked to him he asked me if maintenance could please get out there today so his clothes wouldn't start to smell.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the follow up to the work order: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PULLED OUT KNOB OF WASHER AND FINISHED CYCLE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;Then today we went to this antique store and I had to use the restroom. BIG mistake. I have never seen so many hand written notes. There was one on the back of the door which read :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;IF YOU MAKE A MESS PLEASE USE THE TOILET BRUSH AND&lt;br /&gt;CLEANING SUPPLIES ON THE COUNTER AND CLEAN&lt;br /&gt;UP BECAUSE WE DON'T WANT TO GET ILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(note:they don't want to get ill but instead of paper towels to dry your hands all they provided was a regular hand towel. I guess it's ok for their customers to get ILL.  I was like I don't think so, I let my hands air dry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;Then I looked at the toilet paper dispenser and read a note which said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;PLEASE USE TOILET PAPER VERY SPARINGLY AS THE&lt;br /&gt;THE TOILET MAY CLOG IF YOU USE TOO MUCH AND&lt;br /&gt;EACH FLUSH IS VERY EXPENSIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(ok I don't think this is too bad but it still made me laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;Then the icing on the cake was yet another hand written note taped to an oversized mug and sitting on the back of the toilet which read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;ATTENTION BROWSERS:PLEASE PUT 25CENTS IN&lt;br /&gt;THE POT TO HELP WITH COSTS AS EACH&lt;br /&gt;FLUSH IS VERY EXPENSIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Imagine all this fun in one week. Don't be jealous of all my excitement. I would like to hear of any funny things like this you all have experienced. Do share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-115785533587392702?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/115785533587392702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=115785533587392702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115785533587392702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115785533587392702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-when-i-thought-id-seen-it-all.html' title='Just when I thought I&apos;d seen it all...'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-115762745475181532</id><published>2006-09-07T06:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T06:11:55.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Term Memory Loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wish I could take credit for this but can't. However, I really wanted to share it with you. I think it's a great reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This was written by Leslie Snyder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God spoke all these words:  “I am the LORD your God, who brought you out of Egypt, out of the land of slavery.—Exodus 20: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love a mountaintop experience; I mean a real hike up the mountain that involves planning, challenge, hard work, sweat, a few stumbles, a full backpack and my favorite hiking companion. My husband, Jim, and I have covered many trail miles over the years and just can’t get enough of that mountaintop experience.  Of course, we’re not talking Mt. Everest (yet), but we’ve seen some beautiful sights from mountain peaks across the country and both agree that some of our most amazing “God experiences” happen on the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses might agree.  After leading the Israelites out of Egypt, Moses and the people came to the desert in Sinai.  There the people camped in front of the mountain while Moses went to meet with God and, in essence, acted as a go-between between God and the people.  After one of these encounters, Moses brought the people some instructions from God, what we call “the Ten Commandments.”  However, before beginning, God reminded them of two important things:  Who He is and what He did for them.  “I am the LORD your God, who brought you out of Egypt, out of the land of slavery.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve always been surprised at how easily the people of Israel forgot the LORD and the things He did for them.  The Old Testament is riddled with the phrases “and the people did evil in the sight of the Lord,” and “the Israelites again forsook the Lord.”  I don’t get it!  How could the very people who witnessed the devastating plagues in Egypt, who walked on dry ground between two walls of water, and who followed a pillar of fire by night and a cloud by day into the promised land forget and forsake the very One who made it happen?  The answer is humbling.  In the same way, we forget the healing we received and return to our complaints, we forget the peace instead of pain, the restored relationship, and the endless answered prayers.  God is I AM.  He is our deliverer.  He is the same “yesterday and today and forever” (Hebrews 13:8).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the journey from bondage to freedom causes short-term memory loss.  Somewhere between the excitement of the journey and the reality of the road before us, we forget where we’ve come from and forsake the One Who delivered us.  Today, take some time to re-chart your course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-115762745475181532?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/115762745475181532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=115762745475181532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115762745475181532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115762745475181532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/09/short-term-memory-loss.html' title='Short Term Memory Loss'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-115751059225796820</id><published>2006-09-05T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T06:15:59.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All I can muster</title><content type='html'>It's really been a couple of those weeks and so I don't have a whole lot to offer. Here are a couple random thoughts just so you guys won't give up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teenagers really are moody, highly hormonal and impossible to understand even if you are a "cool" parent.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eating 6 chocolate chip cookies in a 4 hour time frame makes you feel really bloated.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am truly sad at the death of Steve Irwin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I may be over the need to adopt another baby.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I almost drowned at the beach on Saturday and let me tell you, it wasn't a good feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't care how often you go bike riding, that seat never gets any more comfortable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It would be really nice just to sleep all the way through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life is so great and I have nothing to complain about.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am going to be a bridesmaid for the first time, wear a strapless dress for the first time and attempt to walk down the ailse in 4 inch heels and not break my neck. Any tips?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most young people these days have no real work ethic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love my little house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am blessed beyond measure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss my friends who live far away.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I really hope you guys have a great day and keep checking back. One of these days I am sure I will have something truly interesting to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-115751059225796820?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/115751059225796820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=115751059225796820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115751059225796820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115751059225796820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/09/all-i-can-muster.html' title='All I can muster'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-115673865380873648</id><published>2006-08-27T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T23:17:33.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Timing</title><content type='html'>You know the old saying timing is everything? Well, that is so true. Today, was a very rough day. In case some of you aren't aware, there was a plane crash today and there was only 1 survivor. Our really good friends mom was on that plane. We felt very thankful we were able to be there for her and help her figure out what to do next. Thankfully, her father's friend was able to fly her home on a private jet so she could go and be with her family. It was an incredibly emotionally charged day and toward the end of it we both felt very depressed and numb. Anyway, we were sitting here minding our own business when this new name on aol popped up inviting us to chat and when I clicked accept I heard sweet music to my ears. It was Betsy laughing and a bunch of other voices that made me smile. Of course no sooner did I hear that but then I saw what appeared to be someone wounded dancing. HAHA, just kidding Tonya. You are such a great dancer and wow what a gun show. Anyway, the only point to this post is how timing is everything. It was so great for Brian and I to see those familiar faces and hear those familiar voices. It was such a great comfort. So, here's to you Metromom, dad and cute kid, Lunar world, South Afrikan baldy (who looks good that way), and the ever beautiful Wes and Tonya:you lifted our spirits, made us laugh and helped our day end in a much better way then when it started. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU!!! WE LOVE AND MISS YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-115673865380873648?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/115673865380873648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=115673865380873648' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115673865380873648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115673865380873648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/08/perfect-timing.html' title='Perfect Timing'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-115624817746088867</id><published>2006-08-22T06:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T07:02:57.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Father's Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know if any of you have seen this before but this was just sent to me and it is worth the read and then watch the video. Just make sure you have kleenex. This is  such an amazing story of love and perseverence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Father does it all just for the purpose of seeing the smile on his&lt;br /&gt;son's face. If you want to see the most profound reflection of the&lt;br /&gt;Father's love for us that you've ever seen....watch.  Time taken to&lt;br /&gt;watch this is the best time you've ever spent on email..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STRONGEST DAD IN THE WORLD [From Sports Illustrated, By Rick Reilly]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to be a good father. Give my kids mulligans.  Work nights to pay&lt;br /&gt;for their text messaging. Take them to swimsuit shoots. But compared&lt;br /&gt;with Dick Hoyt, I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eighty-five times he's pushed his disabled son, Rick, 26.2 miles in&lt;br /&gt;Marathons. Eight times he's not only pushed him 26.2 miles in a&lt;br /&gt;wheelchair but also towed him 2.4 miles in a dinghy while swimming and&lt;br /&gt;pedaled him 112 miles in a seat on the handlebars--all in the same day.&lt;br /&gt;Dick's also pulled him cross-country skiing, taken him on his back&lt;br /&gt;mountain climbing and once hauled him across the U.S. on a bike. Makes&lt;br /&gt;taking your son bowling look a little lame, right?&lt;br /&gt;And what has Rick done for his father? Not much--except save his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love story began in Winchester, Mass., 43 years ago, when Rick was&lt;br /&gt;strangled by the umbilical cord during birth, leaving him brain-damaged&lt;br /&gt;and unable to control his limbs. ``He'll be a vegetable the rest of his&lt;br /&gt;life;'' Dick says doctors told him and his wife, Judy, when Rick was&lt;br /&gt;nine months old. Put him in an institution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Hoyts weren't buying it. They noticed the way Rick's eyes&lt;br /&gt;followed them around the room. When Rick was 11 they took him to the&lt;br /&gt;engineering department at Tufts University and asked if there was&lt;br /&gt;anything to help the boy communicate. NO Way, Dick says he was told.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing going on in his brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell him a joke,'' Dick countered. They did. Rick laughed. Turns out a&lt;br /&gt;lot was going on in his brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rigged up with a computer that allowed him to control the cursor by&lt;br /&gt;touching a switch with the side of his head, Rick was finally able to&lt;br /&gt;communicate. First words? Go Bruins! And after a high school&lt;br /&gt;classmate was paralyzed in an accident and the school  organized a&lt;br /&gt;charity run for him, Rick pecked out, Dad, I want to do that.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, right. How was Dick, a self-described poker who never ran&lt;br /&gt;more than a mile at a time, going to push his son five miles? Still, he&lt;br /&gt;tried. Then it was me who was handicapped,Dick says. I was sore&lt;br /&gt;for two weeks.''&lt;br /&gt;That day changed Rick's life. Dad,'' he typed, when we were running,&lt;br /&gt;it felt like I wasn't disabled anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that sentence changed Dick's life. He became obsessed with giving&lt;br /&gt;Rick that feeling as often as he could. He got into such hard-belly&lt;br /&gt;shape that he and Rick were ready to try the 1979 Boston Marathon.&lt;br /&gt;No way,Dick was told by a race official. The Hoyts weren't quite a&lt;br /&gt;single runner, and they weren't quite a wheelchair competitor. For a few&lt;br /&gt;years Dick and Rick just joined the massive field and ran anyway, then&lt;br /&gt;they found a way to get into the race officially:  In 1983 they ran&lt;br /&gt;another marathon so fast they made the qualifying time for Boston the&lt;br /&gt;following year. Then somebody said, Hey, Dick, why not a triathlon?&lt;br /&gt;How's a guy who never learned to swim and hadn't ridden a bike since he&lt;br /&gt;was six going to haul his 110-pound kid through a triathlon? Still, Dick&lt;br /&gt;tried. Now they've done 212 triathlons, including four grueling 15-hour&lt;br /&gt;Ironmans in Hawaii. It must be a buzz kill to be a 25-year-old stud&lt;br /&gt;getting passed by an old guy towing a grown man in a dinghy, don't you&lt;br /&gt;think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Dick, why not see how you'd do on your own? No way, he says.&lt;br /&gt;Dick does it purely for the awesome feeling he gets seeing Rick with&lt;br /&gt;a cantaloupe smile as they run, swim and ride together.&lt;br /&gt;This year, at ages 65 and 43, Dick and Rick finished their 24th Boston&lt;br /&gt;Marathon, in 5,083rd place out of more than 20,000 starters. Their best&lt;br /&gt;time'? Two hours, 40 minutes in 1992--only 35 minutes off the world&lt;br /&gt;record, which, in case you don't keep track of  these things, happens to&lt;br /&gt;be held by a guy who was not pushing another man in a wheelchair at the&lt;br /&gt;time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No question about it,Rick types. My dad is the Father of the&lt;br /&gt;Century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dick got something else out of all this too. Two years ago he had a&lt;br /&gt;mild heart attack during a race.  Doctors found that one of his arteries&lt;br /&gt;was 95% clogged. If you hadn't been in such great shape, one doctor&lt;br /&gt;Told him, you probably would've died 15 years ago. So, in a way, Dick and Rick saved each other's life. Rick, who has his own apartment (he gets home care) and works in Boston and Dick, retired from the military and living in Holland, Mass., always&lt;br /&gt;find ways to be together. They give speeches around the country and&lt;br /&gt;compete in some backbreaking race every weekend, including this&lt;br /&gt;Father's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, Rick will buy his dad dinner, but the thing he really wants&lt;br /&gt;to give him is a gift he can never buy.&lt;br /&gt;The thing I'd most like, Rick types, is that my dad would sit in&lt;br /&gt;the chair and I would push him once.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WjPrL3n63yg&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;CAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-115624817746088867?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/115624817746088867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=115624817746088867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115624817746088867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115624817746088867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/08/fathers-love.html' title='A Father&apos;s Love'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-115583943267384722</id><published>2006-08-17T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T13:30:32.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffe Creations</title><content type='html'>All I can is this: if I could have done &lt;a href="http://video.yahoo.com/video/play?vid=5cc41a33df474cf5092dc7ccca14a6fc.694089&amp;amp;fr=yvmtf"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;at Starbucks I would have become famous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-115583943267384722?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/115583943267384722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=115583943267384722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115583943267384722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115583943267384722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/08/coffe-creations.html' title='Coffe Creations'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-115556165557266713</id><published>2006-08-14T07:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T08:20:55.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to YOU!!!!</title><content type='html'>Dear 13 year old,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day 13 years ago the Lord physically brought you into my life. In actual fact you entered my life 6 months earlier when I found out I was carrying you. Although the circumstances were far from perfect you became the only thing that mattered in my life. I loved you from that moment and waited with great anticipation for your birth. When the day finally arrived I was beyond excited and although terrified of delivery I was surrounded by the very best support system to get me through. After 6 and a half hours at 1:15am the midwife (you were born in England) placed you on my tummy for our first introduction. I will never forget it. Both your little eyes had bruises from the forceps they had to use and your face was a little squished but you were perfect. Since I was exhausted I told the midwife to hand you to your Grammy who had held my hand and gotten me through. She was ready and willing to hold her new grandson, she was so proud and told me later that it was the most precious moment she would treasure all her days. Once they finished weighing you and cleaning you up they placed you in a little bassinet by my bed. You layed there wide awake and as I looked at you I was overwhelmed by the love I felt. I wondered how it was possible to love someone so much. I was overcome and began to cry feeling so blessed but also wondering how could I be the best mother possible given the circumstances. I shouldn't have even worried. God never took His eyes off of us and less than 2 years later we met the man of our dreams. He loved you as if he had been there from the beginning and you adored him and called him "daddy" that first month. That bond has never been broken and as you are now being shaped and molded by us but more importantly by God my only prayer for you is you become the man your father is. I love you so much, there are not even the words to describe. As you enter these teenage years and life has it's many ups and downs please hold tight of the ONE who has always held you tight.&lt;br /&gt;I know I won't always be cool, or with it and I know I will embarrass you b/c that's what mom's do but I will ALWAYS love you unconditionally. No matter where you go or what you do I will be here with open arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my son and I am so proud of the man you becoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am sure you guessed our oldest has hit his teens. I thought I would share with you this letter I wrote him.  The pics below are just some fun ones I took recently. The bottom is of him and his girlfriend. Yes, already. Believe me it still freaks me out. She is a really good girl who attends church with him and our families our really close. I feel as though now he has hit 13 time will just start flying by and it scares me a little. I remember years ago after he was first born and thinking about what I was like as a teenager I told God the rapture had to happen soon b/c I was not about to have teenagers. I would even have conversations with people and tell them it would be coming soon b/c surely God would not let me go through teenage years. What a joke, here we are and I have little doubt the rapture is coming anytime soon at this point. Anyway, enjoy the pics and leave him a comment I can pass along I know he will appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Brian%27s%20bday%20and%20Busch%20Gardens%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Brian%27s%20bday%20and%20Busch%20Gardens%20034.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Brian%27s%20bday%20and%20Busch%20Gardens%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Brian%27s%20bday%20and%20Busch%20Gardens%20039.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Brian%27s%20bday%20and%20Busch%20Gardens%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Brian%27s%20bday%20and%20Busch%20Gardens%20042.jpg" alt="" 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/8445891-115556165557266713?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/115556165557266713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=115556165557266713' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115556165557266713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115556165557266713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-to-you.html' title='Happy Birthday to YOU!!!!'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-115508948703532348</id><published>2006-08-08T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T21:47:09.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The first day of school and a missing tooth</title><content type='html'>The beginning of the new school year went off without a hitch and considering both younger boys have been asking when school would start since summer began it really didn't happen soon enough. After making sure all school supplies were ready to go before our vacation all that was left was to make sure they were well groomed and reminded to "do everything as unto the Lord" (it might sound cheesy but this has been our mantra since our oldest was in 2nd grade). Anyway, they all had a great first day and by day 2 the youngest guys didn't even need us to walk them to class. That was a little sad, I have to admit. The main thing freaking me out is having an 8th grader! Isn't it bad enough he's 5 inches taller than me and wears a bigger shoe size than his dad but 8th grade??? Is this a joke? I mean come on, I am not even close to being old enough to have a kid this old...am I? Tell me I look good for my age...PLEEEEASE. Seriously, I am hanging on to this year with everything I have in me b/c one thing I know is this once highschool hits, that's it!!! Before you know it they are out on their own. He is talking about where he wants to go to school (college) and what he wants to be and yadda, yadda, yadda. Let me tell you, we are blessed. He is an amazing kid. OK, so back on track...the second day of school Jayden lost another tooth and was not shy in letting me know how he was disapointed in the tooth fairy and her inability to leave more than a dollar. I sternly let him know I would be sure and tell her so she wouldn't waste her time with an ungrateful child. He quickly changed his tune and said he was sorry. To which I responded...I only got a quarter, get over it. Anyway, suffice it to say it's been a pretty good start and I am excited for the things to come. The pics below are the kids and some of their friends on the first day. Oh, and the youngest and his missing tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/135_3589_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/135_3589_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Erik%2C%20Jared%2C%20Nikki%20and%20Brandy%20on%20the%20first%20day%20of%20school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Erik%2C%20Jared%2C%20Nikki%20and%20Brandy%20on%20the%20first%20day%20of%20school.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/135_3587_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/135_3587_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Jayden%20and%20his%20missing%20front%20tooth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Jayden%20and%20his%20missing%20front%20tooth.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;P.S. If you wanna check out some vaca pics go and see my &lt;a href="http://www.abefroeman.blogspot.com"&gt;better half&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-115508948703532348?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/115508948703532348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=115508948703532348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115508948703532348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115508948703532348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/08/first-day-of-school-and-missing-tooth.html' title='The first day of school and a missing tooth'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-115457073155516019</id><published>2006-08-02T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T21:05:31.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Opporunities</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Romans 8:28 And we know that in all things God works everything for the good of those who love Him and are called according to His purpose.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This verse is one I have used and stood on more times than I can count this last year. Here is something that perplexes me. Have you ever heard that satan puts opportunities in your path just like God does? I have and I believe it. Lately, (as in, the last year) I have had so many opportunities I was convinced had to be a "God thing" but then as I get in deeper it seems the "God" part disappears and all I am left with is...a "thing". Before I know it I am questioning all the decisions I just made and wondering if I heard from God at all b/c if I had would there be so much adversity. I will not know if all those opportunities were from Him until eternity but this one thing I do know...even if none of them were He sees and knows how much I love Him and am learning to trust with a whole heart so I can be at peace and know IT'S ALL GOOD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-115457073155516019?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/115457073155516019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=115457073155516019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115457073155516019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115457073155516019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/08/opporunities.html' title='Opporunities'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-115384775621562775</id><published>2006-07-25T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T12:15:56.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus...again</title><content type='html'>I will be on hiatus for at least a week as my family and I take some much needed time to re-fuel. Just wanted to let you know so all those hundreds of you who visit my blog each week "wink, wink" will not be disapointed. HA HA HA! I hope to return energized and ready to try this blog thing on a more regular basis not to mention more interesting as I have been severely lacking in this area.  Anyway, y'all have a great week and I'll give lots of details when I get back. See ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-115384775621562775?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/115384775621562775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=115384775621562775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115384775621562775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115384775621562775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/07/hiatusagain.html' title='Hiatus...again'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-115345746993966824</id><published>2006-07-20T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T23:51:10.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Making an Impact</title><content type='html'>B and I were talking the other day about some of the things that mattered to us as kids. The things which had the greatest impact or something we remember to this day as clear as the day it happened. He talked about how one of his fondest memories was when his dad would take him for 25 cent icecream at McDonald's. How it was the biggest deal b/c to B that was so much money but as he looks back on it he and his dad created a memory for 50 cents. It got me thinking about all the things I do remember from my childhood. Here's what I came up with. We had all kinds of plaques and artwork on the walls around the house but the ones I will never forget are the 2 which read: The family who prays together stays together and...The will of God will never lead you where the grace of God cannot keep you. Even though my whole childhood my dad wasn't a Christ follower my mother was such a prayer and I know this is what pulled us through in life. In every situation the second saying rings in my ears as a constant reminder of God and His grace in my life. Ok, so those are somewhat spiritual memories, here are some "normal" ones. Every year on my birthday we would go to Baskin Robbins for our free b-day icecream cone and I remember being fascinated there were 31 flavors and only ever ordered chocolate. Going to Dunkin' Donuts on a Saturday afternoon or evening for donut holes and again eating only the chocolate ones. Bar-be-ques in the back yard in the summer and cleaning up after dinner every night as fast as we could so we could all sit down as a family and watch back to back episodes of Mash. I think the point I am getting at is this: I don't ever remember some major purchase involving enormous sums of money being the highlight of my childhood. It was just being together as a family and soaking up the true meaning of togetherness. I am already realizing it is just the little things that mean so much to my kids. After taking them to the park or to get icecream or Starbucks I will hear it recited on at least 10 different occasions about what they got and how cool it was to go there. What they picked and why they picked it. I know they have talked about other things they have gotten but honestly there is nothing that makes me smile more than when I hear them say "Mommy, thank you for taking us to get icecream." Just the fact they are so appreciative simply of icecream or a trip to the park makes me want to give them the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-115345746993966824?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/115345746993966824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=115345746993966824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115345746993966824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115345746993966824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/07/making-impact.html' title='Making an Impact'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-115288530845857784</id><published>2006-07-14T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T08:55:08.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perks of the job and moving day</title><content type='html'>It's here and I can't do anything to stop it. Moving day, don't you just love to hate it. I mean it's kind of like child birth, if you wanna see the beautiful miracle you carried for 9 months you have to push right. Well, I will have to push myself all day just to get through work knowing so much is waiting for me when I get home. Of course I am not saying moving is a miracle. More of a want but whatever, I am rambling. So, every job has perks right? But I have to say I have never had perks like this. I mean at Starbucks I got all the free coffee I could stand  and at ILS all the concerts for free but here I get new carpet in my new townhouse, freshly painted walls with MY choice of color, (all the other residents just get egg white) not that I have picked those colors yet...anyway, you get the drift and let me tell you it was so nice walking in last night and feeling that brand new carpet between my toes. I've never lived anywhere with brand new carpet. So, wish us luck with the move and let me know what job perks you all get. Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-115288530845857784?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/115288530845857784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=115288530845857784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115288530845857784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115288530845857784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/07/perks-of-job-and-moving-day.html' title='Perks of the job and moving day'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-115248936516640190</id><published>2006-07-09T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T18:56:05.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Didn't we just do this???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Misc%203%20rachel%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Misc%203%20rachel%20039.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is is just me or didn't we just do this? Yup, we sure did. Just over a year ago we were knee deep in boxes, packing tape and newspaper. Well, here we are again. Just last week my new boss (I work at the leasing office where I live) told me she finally had a townhouse come available and we could move in this Friday. How crazy is that. No more third floor apartment. So, here we are again ~ boxes, packing tape and newspaper. And the craziest part our new place is only 100 yards from where we are now. Pray for a quick, stress free, no damage move. Thanks, I'll let you know how is goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-115248936516640190?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/115248936516640190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=115248936516640190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115248936516640190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115248936516640190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/07/didnt-we-just-do-this.html' title='Didn&apos;t we just do this???'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-115162952294869695</id><published>2006-06-29T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T20:05:23.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE YEAR</title><content type='html'>One year ago today we pulled into Florida to begin our new life. I remember it like it was yesterday. It was about 5:45 pm and big thick black clouds loomed over us. As we pulled into our community and found our apartment the rain started to fall.  Brian's brothers were waiting to help us and were none to happy to find out we were on the third floor. Especially considering it was raining. But this was Florida and afternoon showers were normal, surely this would soon pass. Boy, was I wrong. Before we knew it the sky was as black as night and there was a torrential down pour. As we all struggled to unload the moving truck I began feeling more and more over whelmed. It didn't help that not only did the rain not let up it was literally like a hurricane and everyone and everything was soaked. Then as we opened a few boxes several were soaked through b/c there had been a hole in the truck. I was just thinking, not a good start. Finally I told Brian just get the beds in and leave the rest til tomorrow. We set up our bed and as I looked around our little house it was all too much. I went in my room and sat down in the furthest corner of the room and had a meltdown. I called Jeanette, Bawling..."I think we've made a BIG mistake." Of course she would hear none of it. It was as if I was talking to my mother. :) Anyway, somehow I, or rather we, made it through that first night and when we woke up the weather was so beautiful and where we lived was so picturesque I just felt hope this could all be OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you've all been there. Here we are one year later and all I can say is WOW!!!! The goodness of God. I won't lie and several of you know the truth, it hasn't been easy but one thing I can say is God has been faithful and we have learned so much I wouldn't trade this experience for anything in the world. Thank you so much to all of you who have prayed with us and for us and who gave us hope to keep on keeping on. You are awesome and we love you and appreciate all your support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-115162952294869695?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/115162952294869695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=115162952294869695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115162952294869695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115162952294869695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-year.html' title='ONE YEAR'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-115150186156167602</id><published>2006-06-28T08:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T08:37:41.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Left Unsaid</title><content type='html'>Having just celebrated the third anniversary of my mom's home going I really wanted to share with you these lyrics to a song called &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/disciplerocks"&gt;"Things Left Unsaid"&lt;/a&gt;  (don't be discouraged b/c it's a myspace page, just click on the song name and you can hear it) by &lt;a href="http://www.disciplerocks.com/"&gt;Disciple.&lt;/a&gt; When I first heard this song it made me cry because I felt everything in it was just my story. Here are the words. I encourage you to hit the link and listen to the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's just a matter time a few days ago, I saw you, you were fine&lt;br /&gt;Remembering what you said about the book you read the one I got you&lt;br /&gt;The Beginning of the End&lt;br /&gt;Oh how we'd talk for hours upon end,&lt;br /&gt;What I would give just to do that again&lt;br /&gt;But you're lying here in this hospital bed, won't you open your eyes and let's talk once again&lt;br /&gt;If you fly away tonight I want to tell you that I LOVE YOU, I hope that you can hear me, I hope that you can feel me&lt;br /&gt;If you fly away tonight, I want to tell you that I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;That I never told you when we were face to face&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been here all night and I'm watching you&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in and breathe out, is it really you or just a machine that's giving you life and it's making it seem&lt;br /&gt;That there could be hope I could say to your face, if it weren't for you there would be no grace, that covered my life&lt;br /&gt;You took the time to speak into my mind and my heart words of life.&lt;br /&gt;If you fly away...........&lt;br /&gt;So, goodbye for now and I'll see you again some way somehow&lt;br /&gt;When it's my time to go to the other side I'll hold you again and melt at your smile&lt;br /&gt;Now all I have are the ones that I'm with and you taught me not to take for granted&lt;br /&gt;The timethat we have to show that we care, speak into their minds and their hearts while they're here and say I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;If you fly away...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These words are so precious to me. One of the things my mother's death has taught me is to really hold on to people and to treasure my time with my family and those close to me b/c you never know when your time will be over. Say I love you whenever you can. Don't sweat the small stuff, let people know you care and stop being so busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8445891-115150186156167602?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/115150186156167602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=115150186156167602' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115150186156167602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115150186156167602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/06/things-left-unsaid_28.html' title='Things Left Unsaid'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-115134966638232715</id><published>2006-06-26T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T14:21:06.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Loving Memory...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Rachel%27s%20Pictures%20742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Rachel%27s%20Pictures%20742.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Rachel%27s%20Pictures%20731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Rachel%27s%20Pictures%20731.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take this moment to remember my mother. She departed this world much to soon on Thursday June, 26th 2003 at 10:45 am surrounded by everyone who deeply loved her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was my mother. She was so much more than that, she was my mentor, confidante and bestfriend. She was the most godly woman I have ever known. I strive to be like her and can only pray to have a faith like hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walk through this day my biggest fear is forgetting. In an effort not to I have been journaling. The first thing I chose to journal was the beginning of the end which is her last 5 days on this earth. It's very long and wasn't ready to post today but I am hoping sometime this week it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my mother. I miss her laugh, hearing her talk (she was very loud, like me) her amazing smile, her infectious personality, her playfully scold my dad and most of all I miss listening to her talk about the Lord. She loved God so much and always knew despite her disease and what it was doing to her she was victorious b/c if she lived it would be a testimoney and if she died she was still in HIS arms. The most amazing thing about mom was that you never knew she was sick. Even in the worst times she was so upbeat and positive, never complaining or whining about anything. She was a ROCK. I wish I had her strength. If you are reading this and you knew her and have any kind of memory of her or just something you would like to share please do b/c as I get further from her home going the more I feel a need not necessarily to hang on but to just have lots of things to help keep her memory alive for me. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-115134966638232715?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/115134966638232715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=115134966638232715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115134966638232715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/115134966638232715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-loving-memory.html' title='In Loving Memory...'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-114986190974911840</id><published>2006-06-09T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T09:05:09.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting, thrilling, new, and answers to prayer...</title><content type='html'>Those are just a few of things that come to mind when thinking about the past couple of weeks. I am not even sure where to start. Ok, well first off the kids are on summer break and finished the year strong. I can't believe in August I will have a second, third and eighth grader. Mind blowing how fast the time goes. Our oldest kid just found out he was nominated to try out for the All Star Team. At the end of May our adorable middle child turned 9 and we celebrated with some of his friends at Celebration Station. It was an awesome day filled with lots of competetion on the go karts. I never knew I had it in me. ;) A week later the man and I celebrated 11 years of marriage. WOW!!! Someone told us we must not be celebrities since we made it past 10. I thought that was interesting since most of them don't make it past 5 but whatever. We celebrated in style...spent the day just the 2 of us acting like kids again at Busch Gardens. We even rode their newest rollercoaster Sheikra and let me tell you, even with my eyes closed that was THE scariest ride I have ever been on but at least I did it once. I encourage you to watch the little video link. Anyway, it was some much needed one on one time for us since his job has allowed us very little of that lately. Which brings me to THE most exciting news...Brian has a new job!!! Praise the Lord and thank you to all who have been praying for us and with us. He starts in a week and it's no longer with a restaurant. His hours will be M-F and weekends off. This is a huge change for us since he has always worked weekends our whole married life. I am thrilled for him and this oppourtunity. We will keep you posted how things go.  In a few days I will do a post just for pics since today blogger is acting up. Hope you all have a fantastic weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-114986190974911840?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/114986190974911840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=114986190974911840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/114986190974911840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/114986190974911840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/06/exciting-thrilling-new-and-answers-to.html' title='Exciting, thrilling, new, and answers to prayer...'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-114825396898331033</id><published>2006-05-21T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T11:47:02.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just bragging...</title><content type='html'>I have to take this time to brag about my oldest. This year he decided he wanted to play baseball so of course we went and signed him and he tried out and all that stuff. I have to admit, I was really nervous for him. I mean it's not like he's in first grade and just starting out. He's playing for the first time ever and was going to be teamed up primarily with other kids who had been playing since Kindergarten. Anyway, he did fine in tryouts and we got all the info a couple of weeks later about his team and when practices would start, etc,etc. So, the season starts and basically the team is not the best but he is so motivated and determined to do his best. Well, let me tell you he did. He absolutely floored some of those coaches out there. They all could not believe it was his first season playing. Even older boys were coming up to him asking him about his secrets. Here is all he accomplished in his first year: He played center field and caught  everything that came his way, he pitched in the last game of the season and struck 3 kids out in a row and his proudest (and ours) moments were the 2 out of the park homeruns and 1 in the park homerun. He got the game ball 3 times and a trophy to sybolize his first homerun. He also placed 3rd in the entire little league for homeruns this season. So, I know I am biased but I was pretty impressed. He definately got noticed b/c they gave him a scholarship to go to summer camp. We were thrilled. Next year he moves to juniors which means a bigger field so he's a little apprehensive about that but he is determined to do even better. Here are a few pics I thought I would share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/striking%20out%20number%20one.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/striking%20out%20number%20one.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/setting%20up%20again.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/setting%20up%20again.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Jared%20gets%20set%20to%20pitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Jared%20gets%20set%20to%20pitch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/home%20run%20victory.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/home%20run%20victory.1.jpg" alt="" 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/8445891-114825396898331033?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/114825396898331033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=114825396898331033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/114825396898331033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/114825396898331033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-bragging.html' title='just bragging...'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-114644609058128926</id><published>2006-04-30T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T20:14:50.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It happened again...</title><content type='html'>I am another year older. It's kind of a weird age too. 33, isn't that an ugly number. I can't really decide why. It's just not a nice, pretty or attainable number. Does that make sense? Anyway, today was the day and it's been really great. My husband, kids and our friends Blake and Shelly took me out to eat at my fav restuarant, PF Changs last night and I got lots of really nice treats. I am really spoiled. After which I also got to go shopping which they all handled well and there was no whining. Then today at church everyone sang Happy Birthday to me before rehearsal and several people showed up with gifts. Then tonight Brian's brother's came over and we all feasted on cake and icecream. And to make me feel really extra special Shelly made me a friut pizza cake which was out of this world good. I am not kidding. Tomorrow I will have pics of it. She is such a sweetheart. I felt truly blessed. Here are some fun pics below, I am also including one of Jared with the newest addition to his mouth...lots of metal. Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Brian%2C%20me%20and%20tiffany%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Brian%2C%20me%20and%20tiffany%27s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/the%20four%20of%20us%20birthday%20dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/the%20four%20of%20us%20birthday%20dinner.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Jared%20and%20his%20metal%20mouth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Jared%20and%20his%20metal%20mouth.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/my%20three%20sons%20on%20my%20birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/my%20three%20sons%20on%20my%20birthday.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Tiffany%27s%20baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Tiffany%27s%20baby.jpg" alt="" 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/8445891-114644609058128926?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/114644609058128926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=114644609058128926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/114644609058128926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/114644609058128926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/04/it-happened-again.html' title='It happened again...'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-114531626013356107</id><published>2006-04-17T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T08:32:44.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovin' Life</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to share some pics with you from Easter Sunday. Of course I'm biased but I am pretty sure my boys get cuter and cuter. As you can see Jackson has on glasses. He was just diagonosed as near sighted and he loves them. He also looks totally adorable. The couple with us are Shelly and Blake and they just moved here from Oklahoma about a month ago. Shelly and I met over the counter at Starbucks and I invited her to church. Back in Ok they attended Life Church.TV and they seem to like really like Church at the Bay. That is Brian's younger brother, Ryan in the first pic. Hope you enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Easter%20Sunday%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Easter%20Sunday%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Easter%20Sunday%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Easter%20Sunday%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Easter%20Sunday%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Easter%20Sunday%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Easter%20Sunday%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Easter%20Sunday%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Easter%20Sunday%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Easter%20Sunday%20008.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/8445891-114531626013356107?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/114531626013356107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=114531626013356107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/114531626013356107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/114531626013356107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/04/lovin-life.html' title='Lovin&apos; Life'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-114469115884541978</id><published>2006-04-10T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T12:45:59.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Latest...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;And we know that in all things God works everything for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. Romans 8:28&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all of you who prayed for us during this rough time. God really does work in mysterious ways and I think I am just going to embrace that idea everyday. The insurance company totalled the car which is really a blessing in disguise b/c now we will only have one car payment. Of course we will only have one car but that will also be resolved quickly b/c we will buy one outright and I know God already has the car picked out and waiting for us when the time is right. I am thankful I persevered and did not lose my hope. (OK maybe I lost it for 5 minutes but that doesn't count right??) Seriously though we could not walk any of this out without the knowledge there are so many people out there praying and believing with us, for us and in us. Thank you all so much for all your encouraging words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pics of the car that was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Brian"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Brian%27s%20wreck%20of%20a%20car%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Brian"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Brian%27s%20wreck%20of%20a%20car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Brian"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Brian%27s%20wreck%20of%20a%20car%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Brian"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Brian%27s%20wreck%20of%20a%20car%203.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/8445891-114469115884541978?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/114469115884541978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=114469115884541978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/114469115884541978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/114469115884541978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/04/latest.html' title='The Latest...'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-114420093555670228</id><published>2006-04-04T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T21:17:57.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains, it pours...and God will send a boat</title><content type='html'>Life has been really stressful lately. Brian's job hasn't really turned out as we had originally anticipated. Corporate focuses so much on the negative and never on the positive and there is really only so much of that a person can take. Not to mention both times Brian has asked for time off he has been denied and the decision is based on nothing b/c he has already proved he can run the restaurant better than anyone before him. The profit margin is way up from last year and it's due to Brian's initiative and his own marketing of the rest. not anything coporate is doing to bring in the sales. Does anyone sit up and take notice...? NO, they only focus on what is wrong. Very discouraging. Thankfully, Brian knows who he is in Christ but as humans we can still only take so much. We have been trying to spend as much time together as possible but with his hours its a challenge. The hours have been getting worse and he is so burnt out. He has been looking for something, anything to make a change but looking for a job is almost a full time job in itself. Life has been slightly overwhelming lately and then today, this afternoon he had a car accident involving 3 cars. It was his fault which makes it even worse for him. He was changing lanes and didn't realize that lane had also come to a stop and at 40 miles an hour slammed into someone and then bounced off and bumped the car in the right lane. I am sure it didn't help that he put a 16 hour day yesterday only to be back there this morning at 8am. He is exhausted. The third car had very little damage but Brian's car and the one he hit are trashed. The left side of his car was crunched all the way up to the windsheild. When I saw it I was really freaked out. So, was he. I am so thankful he is ok. He is definately sore and has seatbelt marks on his hips and shoulder but I think with some rest he will recover fine. The other lady involved wasn't injured and refused the ambulance but said she was going to the Dr. Please pray for this whole situation. Pray for favor b/c it just "feels" like it's constantly raining and I am just waiting for God's boat. It will be along shortly, that is the hope I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-114420093555670228?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/114420093555670228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=114420093555670228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/114420093555670228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/114420093555670228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/04/when-it-rains-it-poursand-god-will.html' title='When it rains, it pours...and God will send a boat'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-114281077828185007</id><published>2006-03-19T18:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T18:30:39.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-bye Cruel World...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been so frustrated you wanted to throw your computer out the window? Ok, that is today!!!! I feel like screaming. I have tried 5 times to publish this post and everytime I do it deletes half of it. So, I have to start all over again. Well, not this time buddy. Here's the jist of what I have been trying to write all day. I have not been here lately b/c I have been at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/godlymom24"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/godlymom24&lt;/a&gt; b/c all the kids in my highschool small group convinced me this was the way to go. From what I have gathered this is the somewhat latest and newest way all these kids keep in touch and I have to say I like it to. It keeps me in touch with the kids and allows me to have a positive impact on them everyday. No one posts blogs for the most part, it's just a way to leave daily comments if you want. It's pretty cool. Although, it can also be pretty raunchy and you have to be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another hiatus, going to see the Daigles. Will post pics when I get back. Leave comments. Have a great week. Did you all get that? Now let's see if it will publish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-114281077828185007?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/114281077828185007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=114281077828185007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/114281077828185007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/114281077828185007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/03/good-bye-cruel-world_114281077828185007.html' title='Good-bye Cruel World...'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-114131817594838788</id><published>2006-03-02T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T11:53:39.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...some more pics...still more</title><content type='html'>You will need to scroll down and read the post before this one. I was feeling pressure from Metromom ;) to get this done so this one is just really a continuation of the one below. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Holly and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Trip%20to%20Florida%20Feb%2006%20064_edited.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Trip%20to%20Florida%20Feb%2006%20064_edited.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my good friend Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Trip%20to%20Florida%20Feb%2006%20016.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Trip%20to%20Florida%20Feb%2006%20016.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;Me and Jonah Wonah, as we affectionatly call him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Trip%20to%20Florida%20Feb%2006%20022_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Trip%20to%20Florida%20Feb%2006%20022_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, the sis and 2 kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Trip%20to%20Florida%20Feb%2006%20008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Trip%20to%20Florida%20Feb%2006%20008.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;Me and Eban (Evan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Trip%20to%20Florida%20Feb%2006%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Trip%20to%20Florida%20Feb%2006%20021.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/8445891-114131817594838788?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/114131817594838788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=114131817594838788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/114131817594838788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/114131817594838788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/03/some-more-picsstill-more.html' title='...some more pics...still more'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-114124519909503276</id><published>2006-03-01T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T22:08:33.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise....of the decade....Majicmom style.</title><content type='html'>This is a very exciting year in the life of my father. He turns 60!! Way to go DAD! Anyway, the plan was to visit during spring break and have a surprise party for him and also hang with all of our friends and once again bask in feeling at "home". As most of you know Abefroeman is in restaurants and so a spring break trip is basically out of the question for us. Ok, so I was trying not to panic at the thought of not seeing anyone from "home" for who knew how much longer. But of course as usual my super hero saves the day and Christmas money came in handy also. Brian rearranged his whole schedule just so I could fly and surprise my dad and best friend. It was so unbelievable. They had no clue. Ronnie said he could hear Jeanette screaming at the bottom of the drive way and my dad did a double take (those are always fun to see). The whole 6 days from beginning to end was truly a blessing. Saturday evening I surprised my dad again with a dinner to honor him turning 60 albeit a month early. The picture on the cake was taken when he was about 17, priceless. The pics below are from the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Trip%20to%20Florida%20Feb%2006%20043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Trip%20to%20Florida%20Feb%2006%20043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Trip%20to%20Florida%20Feb%2006%20063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Trip%20to%20Florida%20Feb%2006%20063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Trip%20to%20Florida%20Feb%2006%20053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Trip%20to%20Florida%20Feb%2006%20053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Trip%20to%20Florida%20Feb%2006%20047_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Trip%20to%20Florida%20Feb%2006%20047_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Trip%20to%20Florida%20Feb%2006%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Trip%20to%20Florida%20Feb%2006%20034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;Being "home" made me realize more than ever its not about where you live, it's about the relationships you share. I miss it so terribly but since I know this is where God has us for now I should be excited at what He has for us.               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang on, there's still more to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-114124519909503276?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/114124519909503276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=114124519909503276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/114124519909503276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/114124519909503276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/03/surpriseof-decademajicmom-style.html' title='Surprise....of the decade....Majicmom style.'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-114109344237251061</id><published>2006-02-27T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T21:30:19.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to begin...</title><content type='html'>I have been gone for a very long time, well actually only like 2 weeks but since I wasn't really contributing before that, like a month. Sooooo, much has happened and gone on and yadda yadda yadda I don't even know where to start. The whole month of February has been awesome. Here is the readers digest version. On the 9th some really good &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/jkdaigle"&gt;friends&lt;/a&gt; of ours decided to pay us a visit for 5 days and since we haven't seen them in like a year and a half it was a very welcome thing. The boys were so excited to be back together and it was just like old times, kids playing like they'd never been apart, free flowing conversation, pancakes, starbucks and most of all...&lt;a href="http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/01/familiarity.html"&gt;familiarity&lt;/a&gt;. It was such a blessing to have this opportunity and we made the most of every minute. Can't wait to see them again. Enjoy the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Daigles%20visit%20and%20Jaydens%207th%20birthday%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Daigles%20visit%20and%20Jaydens%207th%20birthday%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Daigles%20visit%20and%20Jaydens%207th%20birthday%20032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Daigles%20visit%20and%20Jaydens%207th%20birthday%20032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Daigles%20visit%20and%20Jaydens%207th%20birthday%20086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Daigles%20visit%20and%20Jaydens%207th%20birthday%20086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Daigles%20visit%20and%20Jaydens%207th%20birthday%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Daigles%20visit%20and%20Jaydens%207th%20birthday%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Daigles%20visit%20and%20Jaydens%207th%20birthday%20092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Daigles%20visit%20and%20Jaydens%207th%20birthday%20092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI~ Their boys are still the cutest kids and the newest one is the happiest baby I have ever met.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. To be continued tomorrow. Sooooo much more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-114109344237251061?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/114109344237251061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=114109344237251061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/114109344237251061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/114109344237251061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/02/where-to-begin.html' title='Where to begin...'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-113986547704404547</id><published>2006-02-13T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T16:19:53.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is 7!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Daigles%20visit%20and%20Jaydens%207th%20birthday%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Daigles%20visit%20and%20Jaydens%207th%20birthday%20042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am still in disbelief. My baby boy turned 7 today. It really still seems like yesterday I was holding him in my arms as a newborn. Where does the time go? He had his party on Saturday and we all went rollerblading with a few of his friends from school. Life is good when you are 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Daigles%20visit%20and%20Jaydens%207th%20birthday%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Daigles%20visit%20and%20Jaydens%207th%20birthday%20043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Daigles%20visit%20and%20Jaydens%207th%20birthday%20043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Daigles%20visit%20and%20Jaydens%207th%20birthday%20068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Daigles%20visit%20and%20Jaydens%207th%20birthday%20068.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/8445891-113986547704404547?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/113986547704404547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=113986547704404547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/113986547704404547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/113986547704404547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-baby-is-7.html' title='My baby is 7!!'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-113951132869704700</id><published>2006-02-09T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T18:42:54.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A cute break...</title><content type='html'>We interrupt this blogging break to bring you a picture my sister sent me of my niece, Chyanne. She is 3 months old and pretty adorable. I promise I will be back in full swing this week. Stay tuned. We now return you to your regularly scheduled blogging break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Cyanne%20smiling.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Cyanne%20smiling.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/chyanne%20smiling%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/chyanne%20smiling%202.0.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/8445891-113951132869704700?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/113951132869704700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=113951132869704700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/113951132869704700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/113951132869704700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/02/cute-break.html' title='A cute break...'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-113872239489088943</id><published>2006-01-31T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T10:46:34.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brief Hiatus</title><content type='html'>There is sooo much going on these days I am going to take a brief hiatus from this whole blogging thing. There are lots of exciting things taking place over here and I am looking forward to sharing all this with you. So, give me about 3 weeks and I'll be back with lots of fun news. Later.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Jared has his own blog and it's a typical pre-teen blog but show him some love and go over and visit. BTW, it hasn't been modified yet but check back b/c it will be soon. Here's the &lt;a href="http://skateboy93.blogspot.com"&gt;link.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-113872239489088943?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/113872239489088943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=113872239489088943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/113872239489088943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/113872239489088943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/01/brief-hiatus.html' title='A Brief Hiatus'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-113788211689882139</id><published>2006-01-21T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T17:26:06.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Familiarity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Familiarity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Considerable acquaintance with.&lt;br /&gt;Established friendship; intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;An excessively familiar or informal act; an impropriety.&lt;br /&gt;The quality or condition of being familiar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;familiarity&lt;br /&gt;n 1: personal knowledge or information about someone or something [syn: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=acquaintance"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;acquaintance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=conversance"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;conversance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=conversancy"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;conversancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;] 2: usualness by virtue of being familiar or well known [ant: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=unfamiliarity"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;unfamiliarity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;] 3: close or warm friendship; "the absence of fences created a mysterious intimacy in which no one knew privacy" [syn: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=intimacy"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;intimacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=closeness"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;closeness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;] 4: a casual manner [syn: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=casualness"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;casualness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;] 5: an act of undue intimacy [syn: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=impropriety"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;impropriety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=indecorum"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;indecorum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=liberty"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;liberty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just about everyday I take my kids to the park. No, I am not trying to win mother of the year or anything I just feel it helps them burn off steam and behave better plus it's great exercise. Anyway, I am a people watcher and as I look around I see ALL kinds of people. For the most part it's women since that seems to be in our job description -MOM- cook, clean, take the kids to the park. Almost every time I go there are always groups of them just standing around talking, they know each others kids and you can tell they know each other well and are comfortable. I am almost always there alone since well you know, just moved and all so I don't really know anyone yet. It's fine *sniff sniff* it really doesn't bother me. Well, today it bothered me. The park was really quiet and there was only one other family for the longest time. Then this one group of people got there and another group and they were all greeting each other with hugs and how are yous and I started to feel really sad. I miss my little group of friends back home. I miss standing around and gabbing while our kids played, I miss lunches at each others homes, I miss their kids knowing and trusting me, I miss our kids being able to play together, I miss being able to watch them grow up and I miss tea every afternoon with Jeanette, I miss knowing everyone every where I go but the thing is lunches and gabbing at the park can be replaced. What I am so desperately lonely for is the familiarity. My heart is literally hurting right now to have that back. I need friendships that are lifelong, friendships with refrigerator rights (probably just a handful of you will get that) friendships that are give and take. And the truth of the matter is...I don't want to start again. It's so much work and anyone who knows me knows I poured every ounce of love and strength I had in making those ones back home what they were I don't think I want to do it again. There are very few Jeanette's, Lisa's or Barb's just to name a few in this world and I can't think anyone would ever even come remotely close. Please don't misunderstand, I am happy. God has done such amazing things for us and we have come so much further since moving here, it's really incredible but there are lots of times I would be so happy to pack it all up and move back b/c to me there is nothing more important than amazing people in your life who are there for you and visa versa, who you see yourself still hanging out with 20 years down the road. Who's kid's graduation and wedding you will attend and yes I know I can still do that but there is nothing like knowing that kid the whole time instead of showing up and your friend having to say "Don't you remember them? You used to play with their boys." You know this is probably just a rough day and we all have them but please pray for that peace. God hasn't done all this to not also provide amazing Godly people as friends. He knows our needs and I am confident that as my mother always said " This too shall pass." Thanks for reading and any encouragement would be greatly appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-113788211689882139?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/113788211689882139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=113788211689882139' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/113788211689882139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/113788211689882139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/01/familiarity.html' title='Familiarity'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-113758791571925878</id><published>2006-01-18T07:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T07:38:35.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 100th day of school</title><content type='html'>To me, this isn't something I would ever have celebrated in school which also proves why only Jayden's class is doing something fun. Last week his teacher sent home a letter asking us to design a shirt with 100 things on it in honor of the 100th day. Well, leave it to me to leave it to the last minute. So, there I was last night thinking what the heck am I gonna do, where am I gonna get 100 things to put on a shirt and when am I gonna find the time. All my fault for not being a little more on the ball. And then...it hit me...an idea...a good idea...I have pictures with people in them...some with multiple people in them...could it work...could it look good....could I get it done in time...well what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Jayden"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Jayden%27s%20100th%20day%20shirt%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Jayden"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Jayden%27s%20100th%20day%20shirt%20002.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/8445891-113758791571925878?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/113758791571925878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=113758791571925878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/113758791571925878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/113758791571925878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/01/100th-day-of-school.html' title='The 100th day of school'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-113709688989764334</id><published>2006-01-12T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T15:14:49.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FAT!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt this way? Maybe it's your time of the month (men are not discluded from this either by the way) and nothing fits right or feels right or you look in the mirror and you can actually see how uncomfortable you feel. Maybe you ate too much junk food and it's starting to catch up with you. Whatever your reason today is one of those days for me. I am so frustrated. I "feel" so FAT. I know I am not but the "feeling" is so overwhelming. Nothing feels right, I have changed clothes already 4 times today b/c of this feeling. I don't even want to leave the house. I want to burn everything I own and start all over. I feel like I am going to explode. Is it obvious to others how uncomfortable I am? I may have to change again just to go to the park with my kids b/c I feel so miserable in my skin. Am I alone in this? Somebody tell me they go through this and I am not crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-113709688989764334?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/113709688989764334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=113709688989764334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/113709688989764334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/113709688989764334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/01/fat.html' title='FAT!'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-113651184650168614</id><published>2006-01-05T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T20:47:39.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day at the beach and my favorite pics</title><content type='html'>You need to scroll down to read The Rest of The Story first and then come back here.&lt;br /&gt;I had to take the time to share with you my most favorite pics from our holiday. Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Christmas%202005%20and%20Dad"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Christmas%202005%20and%20Dad%27s%20visit%20098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Christmas%202005%20and%20Dad"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Christmas%202005%20and%20Dad%27s%20visit%20099.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Christmas%202005%20and%20Dad"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Christmas%202005%20and%20Dad%27s%20visit%20080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Christmas%202005%20and%20Dad"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Christmas%202005%20and%20Dad%27s%20visit%20097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Christmas%202005%20and%20Dad"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Christmas%202005%20and%20Dad%27s%20visit%20104.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/8445891-113651184650168614?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/113651184650168614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=113651184650168614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/113651184650168614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/113651184650168614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-day-at-beach-and-my-favorite.html' title='Another day at the beach and my favorite pics'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-113650934768500354</id><published>2006-01-05T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T20:46:33.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rest of the Story...</title><content type='html'>As promised...the rest of the story. Well, I am sorry to disapoint you but the box was basically empty. It came from Brian's brother, Darin and he had suspended one lone X Box game and at the bottom was a box he was returning to Brian which he had been storing for us since we moved and have none. Anyway, Darin thought it would be hilarious and it really was as the picture shows. So...on with my visit with my dad. The best thing by far was going to the beach 2 days after Christmas. My dad just thought there was nothing better and even fought me when I made him put on sunscreen. He was adamant he was going home red so people would know he'd been to Florida. Well, he got his wish. So, here are the rest of the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the happiest Santa I've ever seen but oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Christmas%202005%20and%20Dad"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Christmas%202005%20and%20Dad%27s%20visit%20047.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;Dad, Jayden, Jared, Jackson and my grandfather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Christmas%202005%20and%20Dad"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Christmas%202005%20and%20Dad%27s%20visit%20073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;...and the whole Motely Crew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Christmas%202005%20and%20Dad"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Christmas%202005%20and%20Dad%27s%20visit%20058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was beautiful but the water was freezing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Christmas%202005%20and%20Dad"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Christmas%202005%20and%20Dad%27s%20visit%20091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Christmas%202005%20and%20Dad"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Christmas%202005%20and%20Dad%27s%20visit%20089.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/8445891-113650934768500354?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/113650934768500354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=113650934768500354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/113650934768500354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/113650934768500354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/01/rest-of-story.html' title='The Rest of the Story...'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-113623964852449121</id><published>2006-01-02T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T20:25:43.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas with my DAD!!!</title><content type='html'>Since moving 6 months ago the person I have missed the most, without a doubt, is my dad. I confess...I am a daddy's girl and it has been incredibly difficult being away from him. Anyway, he was here for Christmas and we had the best time. Then of course we had to say good-bye and life now goes on like normal. I wanted to share with you all what a great time we all had.&lt;br /&gt;Dad and I outside Joe's Crab Shack, that was the first place he wanted to go after he landed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Christmas%202005%20and%20Dad"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Christmas%202005%20and%20Dad%27s%20visit%20006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;Dad with the kids, they were so excited to see their Grandad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Christmas%202005%20and%20Dad"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Christmas%202005%20and%20Dad%27s%20visit%20008.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;The madness is about to begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Christmas%202005%20and%20Dad"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Christmas%202005%20and%20Dad%27s%20visit%20017.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robes and slippers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Christmas%202005%20and%20Dad"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Christmas%202005%20and%20Dad%27s%20visit%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;Finally got his X Box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Christmas%202005%20and%20Dad"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Christmas%202005%20and%20Dad%27s%20visit%20029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;What is it...? Can't quite reach it...almost, almost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Christmas%202005%20and%20Dad"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Christmas%202005%20and%20Dad%27s%20visit%20039.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much more to share but alas my trusty computer is giving me fits so until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-113623964852449121?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/113623964852449121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=113623964852449121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/113623964852449121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/113623964852449121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2006/01/christmas-with-my-dad.html' title='Christmas with my DAD!!!'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-113495187385478228</id><published>2005-12-18T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T19:24:33.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Before Christmas post</title><content type='html'>There has been so much going on lately, I really haven't had time to post but since I am currently in bed sicker then a dog I figured I would take this chance to give you a brief update and share some pics.&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of Jackson's recent Christmas play at school. He had so much fun and worked really hard at home to memorize all his words and actions. He had a couple of lines and a small solo during the song "We wish you a Merry Christmas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Cracker%20Country%20with%20Jackson"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Cracker%20Country%20with%20Jackson%27s%20Class%20064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Cracker%20Country%20with%20Jackson"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Cracker%20Country%20with%20Jackson%27s%20Class%20061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Cracker%20Country%20with%20Jackson"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Cracker%20Country%20with%20Jackson%27s%20Class%20072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;Here are Jackson and his little friend at lunch the other day during pajama day at school. Jackson wore his Dash (The Incredibles) pj's and was so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Cracker%20Country%20with%20Jackson"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Cracker%20Country%20with%20Jackson%27s%20Class%20059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;Here is a picture of the newest addition to our family. My sister Sarah had a baby girl last week. Her name is Chyanne Nita (after my mom). She weighed in at 7lbs 9 oz and was 19 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Chyanne%20Nita%20Davis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Chyanne%20Nita%20Davis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Well, beyond that I really don't have much else to share except I pray you all have a very MERRY CHRISTMAS and I hope you will all be blessed as much as we have been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-113495187385478228?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/113495187385478228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=113495187385478228' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/113495187385478228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/113495187385478228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/12/before-christmas-post.html' title='Before Christmas post'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-113453091150762246</id><published>2005-12-13T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T22:28:31.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas is my 2 front teeth...or an MP3 player</title><content type='html'>What happened to this simple little request from cute little 1st and 2nd graders? I was eating lunch with my 6 year old today and the little girl in the next chair was telling me she asked Santa for an MP3 player and a Karaoke machine. My 6 year old doesn't even know what an MP3 player is and when I was that age I didn't have a clue about anything except a new doll. What are we doing to our children? They are becoming more and more materialistic at a younger and younger age and it's our fault. We whine about having the latest and greatest thing and keeping up with the Joneses and if they have it then we have to have it and so on and so on. It's pathetic. Now before you all freak out on me let me clarify, I am not saying it's wrong to have "things" but it's the way in which we go about acquring all these things. When we are constantly getting bigger and better we are showing our kids we are never content. And the thing is we will never be able to stay ahead so we might as well find our contentment in what we have and begin teaching it to our kids as soon as we can. Here are a few ways we have found to help curb our kids greed. Everyear right before birthdays and Christmas (and other random times) we go through all their toys and games and we get rid of everything that hasn't been played with. We talk about how some other kid will be so blessed to have this toy and how God will honor their being selfless. We also find an angel tree and I let the kids pick a couple and then we all go together to shop for it. We talk alot about how blessed we are. I also tell them we have to focus on what we do have and not what we don't. The bottom line is this ~ ultimately we love God b/c He loved us first not b/c He gave us an IPOD and that's how it also began with our kids. We loved them from the moment of conception when we gave them life and they now love us in return. Lets keep it that way.  Have a blessed Christmas!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-113453091150762246?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/113453091150762246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=113453091150762246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/113453091150762246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/113453091150762246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-my-2-front.html' title='All I want for Christmas is my 2 front teeth...or an MP3 player'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-113365435086509098</id><published>2005-12-03T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T18:59:10.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And you are...?</title><content type='html'>Working at Starbucks I come into contact with literally hundreds of people on a weekly basis. Having been there 3 months I know all of our regulars (the ones who come in on my shifts) by name and sometimes what they drink. For instance: Paul - venti coffee, Mary - grande Mocha, Gina - Decaf iced tall 2 sweet and low 2% extra foam latte, John - venti coffee, Dan - grande no foam latte. These are just a few examples of the hundreds of drinks I personally make every week and all the names I know. It's actually pretty cool to "know" all these people by name. It makes them feel special to be acknowledged and remembered. It makes me feel like I am somehow brightening their day just by greeting them by name everytime they come in. Well, it works both ways. There have been several times where people want to know my name and now when they come in make a special effort to greet me first. John is my favorite. He comes in every morning and no matter where I am working greets me and asks me how my day is going. It's so awesome. Well, I said all that to say this...there is nothing that tickles me more than seeing any of these people outside of Starbucks, say the mall or grocery store. They look at me with this look like..." and you are or do I know you..." It's hilarious. Usually, as soon as I say Starbucks they are like "oh yeah I remember now". I mean here I see these people day in and day out but without the green apron and black hat they don't know me from Adam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-113365435086509098?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/113365435086509098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=113365435086509098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/113365435086509098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/113365435086509098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/12/and-you-are.html' title='And you are...?'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-113268511694589044</id><published>2005-11-22T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T13:45:17.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Deep</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am guilty, I have SHANNONED! There I said it. I just have nothing to offer right now. So, I am stealing from Matt and here are the last few days or so in bullet points. Not in any particular order I might add. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our vocal team performed Seasons of Love from the musical &lt;a href="http://www.siteforrent.com/intro.html"&gt;"Rent"&lt;/a&gt; on Sunday. It was a blast. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I started work on my Christmas cards and am so proud to be making them myself this year. So, if you want one you better make sure I have your address. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I worked at Starbucks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did laudry, the pile never seems to get any smaller. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went and saw my friend Alexis and Blaine's new house. They live in the boonies (sp?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I un-grounded Jared from his phone, then re-grounded him the same day b/c he was being a punk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I vacuumed several times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to Jayden's little Thanksgiving play he had and then had brunch with his class after. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I helped the boys with their homework.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I took them to &lt;a href="http://www.starbucks.com/default.asp?cookie%5Ftest=1"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/a&gt; for a special "treat."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I made Bread and Butter pudding for Jared's school project and for Brian's Thanksgiving gathering at Joes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cleaned the bathrooms twice. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went the Olive Garden with Blaine and Alexis after church on Sunday and stuffed myself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to Jackson's Thanksgiving feast at school today and helped his class make Pilgrim wreaths.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I checked everyone's blog at least twice a day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I talked to my dad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I talked Metromom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I talked to Betsy and had a meltdown.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I realized I don't call these people enough, well, except for my dad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am getting gifts together for Jeanette b/c I am gonna see her on Friday. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I made out with my husband...several times ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went running.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I attended church.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The way in which I looked at 2 people I know has been forever changed after they revealed to me things they have been doing for a while. At first I judged them, then I felt desperatly sorry for them and know they need Jesus. I want them to see Jesus in me and let them know they don't have to live the way they are living. There is a better way. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I sat with Jayden for an hour while we tried to calm a monstrous nose bleed last night and in the same night got the blood out of the carpet and his white shirt. Man, I am good. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still, I feel there is more I am forgetting. See, what I mean? This list took me forever to compile. I just feel fried. But in a great way. Life is so amazing right now. I am gonna drink in every moment. I pray you all have an amazing Thanksgiving and be truly thankful for even the littlest of things in your life you may take for granted. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-113268511694589044?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/113268511694589044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=113268511694589044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/113268511694589044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/113268511694589044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/11/nothing-deep_22.html' title='Nothing Deep'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-113193891760765834</id><published>2005-11-14T07:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T07:07:02.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it snow, let it snow...IN FLORIDA???? What the...?</title><content type='html'>That's right...it was snowing in Florida on Thursday exculsively at Starbucks. We had our holiday kick off promo day and just for the event they generated real snow. Then also had snow machines blowing to make it look like it was snowing. It was so awesome. Almost all of the kids who came by with their parents had never seen snow before and to see and hear their reaction was priceless. I recall several little kids crying b/c they didn't know it was going to be so cold. I was also very surprised how many of our regulars also had never seen snow. WOW, that is just incomprehensible for me. But, I have to say best of all believe it or not were Jackson and Jayden. They really couldn't figure it out. We had told them on more than one occasion before we moved here it never snowed in Florida and yet here they were standing in it and watching it fall from the sky. All in all it was a really fun day and after seeing all the cool holiday merchandise, I don't care if you like coffee or not everyone's getting Starbucks for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Snow%20in%20Florida%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Snow%20in%20Florida%20001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-113193891760765834?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/113193891760765834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=113193891760765834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/113193891760765834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/113193891760765834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/11/let-it-snow-let-it-snowin-florida-what.html' title='Let it snow, let it snow...IN FLORIDA???? What the...?'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-113133063973352314</id><published>2005-11-06T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T21:31:29.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being random...</title><content type='html'>I love my life, plain and simple. I love how beautiful it is here. I love being able to go to the beach or the pool in November. I love how green everything still is. I love how even I, the unphotogenic one of the family, look good in pictures at the beach. I love my job. I love how well my kids have adjusted. I am so thankful how much we are all growing and maturing in the things of God. I am thankful to be so in love with my husband after 10 years of marriage. I have been stretched more in the past 4 and a half months than in my whole life and I am so thankful for it. Life is meant to be enjoyed and I am confident that no matter what happens God is still and will always be GOD!!! I encourage you today...seek God in all you do, remember he cares about the little things, find someone and encourage them, speak kindly in all situations, when you hear negative respond with the positive, if someone comes to mind say a prayer for them, you never know what they might be dealing with right at that moment. Be solution oriented, if you feel like complaining stop and think of something to be thankful for instead. Tell those you love how you feel about them. Say your sorry even if it's not your fault. Don't take anything for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE A GREAT WEEK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Family%20Beach%20Pics%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Family%20Beach%20Pics%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Family%20Beach%20Pics%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Family%20Beach%20Pics%20034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Family%20Beach%20Pics%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Family%20Beach%20Pics%20029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Family%20Beach%20Pics%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Family%20Beach%20Pics%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Family%20Beach%20Pics%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Family%20Beach%20Pics%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-113133063973352314?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/113133063973352314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=113133063973352314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/113133063973352314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/113133063973352314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/11/being-random.html' title='Being random...'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-113081084854181404</id><published>2005-10-31T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T21:16:08.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat ~ for the first time ever!</title><content type='html'>I decided this year I would take the boys trick or treating for the first time in their lives. They had a blast. In the past we have always attended whatever church functions are taking place but this year we didn't really know of any since we are so new to the area. I have to be honest, I have never been into Halloween and especially not the whole trick or treating thing but it was so fun to see their reactions as the bag got fuller and fuller. Jackson was the most animated about the whole thing and kept telling me how he doesn't mind throwing it all away. See, for those of you who don't know, I do not give my kids sugar at all so I guess this was just a cruel joke. Not really since they totally understood they just cannot possibly eat all that candy and still have any teeth left or not be scraped from the ceiling. I let them each have one piece and the rest of it has been set aside for only very special treat times, rarely I might add. And as for those of you who do know our boys you know they are better off without the sugar. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready to leave. Jackson is Batman and Jayden is Darth Vadar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Kids%20in%20Costume%20001.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Kids%20in%20Costume%20001.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Happy%20Halloween%20004.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Happy%20Halloween%20004.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dog was so cute, dressed like a frog&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;Here they are with the good witch&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Happy%20Halloween%20003.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Happy%20Halloween%20003.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Happy%20Halloween%20001.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Happy%20Halloween%20001.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Going door to door&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-113081084854181404?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/113081084854181404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=113081084854181404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/113081084854181404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/113081084854181404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/10/trick-or-treat-for-first-time-ever.html' title='Trick or Treat ~ for the first time ever!'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-113061027031689927</id><published>2005-10-29T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T13:25:45.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO DAT???</title><content type='html'>DAT BE...FLAVA FLAV!!! Or Brian dressed like him as he headed off to work today. I guess it was Halloween dress up at Joe's and this was the quickest thing we could come up with. Doesn't he look great??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Flava%20Flav.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="361" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Flava%20Flav.jpg" width="309" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is...good luck gettin' it all off. HEE HEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-113061027031689927?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/113061027031689927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=113061027031689927' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/113061027031689927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/113061027031689927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/10/who-dat.html' title='WHO DAT???'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-113041664678479520</id><published>2005-10-27T07:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T14:38:32.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Word...</title><content type='html'>Busting, overjoyed, happy, blessed, PROUD!!!! My children are so amazing. This past Friday Jackson and Jayden's school had an awards ceremony and Jackson received an award for Academic Excellence and Jayden received one for Exemplary Behavior. It gets better. Jared came home yesterday with his first report card of the year. He had 3 A's and 3 B's. That isn't all. One of those A's was in Math. Jared hasn't had above a C in Math since 4th grade. Still, theres more. He also made the Highest Honor Roll. This is truly b/c he made the right choices with regard to his school work. He has been rewarded handsomely too. We got him his own cell phone. He is thrilled and has been on it constantly. God is so good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Misc.%202%203751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Misc.%202%203751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Misc.%202%203741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Misc.%202%203741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Misc.%202%20375.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Misc.%202%20374.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Misc.%202%20375.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Misc.%202%20374.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Misc.%202%20375.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Misc.%202%20374.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Misc.%202%20375.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Misc.%202%20374.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Misc.%202%20375.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Misc.%202%20374.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Misc.%202%20375.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Misc.%202%20374.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-113041664678479520?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/113041664678479520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=113041664678479520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/113041664678479520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/113041664678479520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-word.html' title='In a Word...'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-112983967997095575</id><published>2005-10-20T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T20:43:14.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shannoning with Shannon</title><content type='html'>I have kind of let blogging go for a while since life has become very crazy. However, yesterday I made time to go and hang with my good friend &lt;a href="http://rustystarranch.blogspot.com"&gt;Shannon&lt;/a&gt; in Orlando. Her husband, Adam was on business there. It had been almost a year since we saw each other and it was so great. I am pretty sure we laughed all day long. We started the day in downtown Disney where we ate at Planet Hollywood, visited Lego Land and shopped. By 4 o'clock we spontaneously decided to go hang at Magic Kingdom and ride some rides. We had a blast. We rode Space Mountain, Pirates of the Carribean, The Haunted Mansion and Thunder Mountain. We even rode Buzz Lightyear and the Tea Cups where Shannon and I came up with a strategy to spin as fast as possible. We really got that thing going which the pictures below attest to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am so thrilled we had this chance to hang and look forward to doing it again soon. Hope you enjoy the pics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are at the beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Shannoning%20with%20Shannon%20at%20Disney%200042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/200/Shannoning%20with%20Shannon%20at%20Disney%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering Lego Land, see the sea monster made of legos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Shannoning%20with%20Shannon%20at%20Disney%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/200/Shannoning%20with%20Shannon%20at%20Disney%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot the Shannon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Shannoning%20with%20Shannon%20at%20Disney%200091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/200/Shannoning%20with%20Shannon%20at%20Disney%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon stealing Lego steering wheels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Shannoning%20with%20Shannon%20at%20Disney%200102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/200/Shannoning%20with%20Shannon%20at%20Disney%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh...Shannon that's a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Shannoning%20with%20Shannon%20at%20Disney%200132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/200/Shannoning%20with%20Shannon%20at%20Disney%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we freaks??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Shannoning%20with%20Shannon%20at%20Disney%200161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/200/Shannoning%20with%20Shannon%20at%20Disney%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is soooo GOOFY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Shannoning%20with%20Shannon%20at%20Disney%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/200/Shannoning%20with%20Shannon%20at%20Disney%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jelly Belly teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Shannoning%20with%20Shannon%20at%20Disney%200241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/200/Shannoning%20with%20Shannon%20at%20Disney%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gettin' ready to spin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Shannoning%20with%20Shannon%20at%20Disney%200301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/200/Shannoning%20with%20Shannon%20at%20Disney%20030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Shannon, she is one crazy chicka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Shannoning%20with%20Shannon%20at%20Disney%200311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/200/Shannoning%20with%20Shannon%20at%20Disney%20031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see my tonsils??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Shannoning%20with%20Shannon%20at%20Disney%200322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/200/Shannoning%20with%20Shannon%20at%20Disney%200321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed all day and it was awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Shannoning%20with%20Shannon%20at%20Disney%200332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/200/Shannoning%20with%20Shannon%20at%20Disney%200331.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/8445891-112983967997095575?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/112983967997095575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=112983967997095575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112983967997095575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112983967997095575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/10/shannoning-with-shannon.html' title='Shannoning with Shannon'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-112911509032331443</id><published>2005-10-12T05:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T06:04:50.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking about MOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Rachel"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Rachel%27s%20Pictures%20765.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My beautiful mother who lost her courageous battle with lymphoma celebrates her birthday today with the Lord. She would have been 55. I like to sit and think a minute what we might have done. Nothing over the top, dinner at her favorite restaurant, dessert at her house with presents. Just being with her family was enough for her. We were her everything. She was my everything. Somehow though as I look at the way things turned out and how her life was taken from us too soon I still have peace. Peace to know God DOES work all things together for the GOOD of those who love HIM and are called according to his purpose. I learned how to trust Him fully even in the face of turmoil and complete devastation. I still miss my mother everyday but as I draw closer to my heavenly Father I still feel the closeness with her I once had on this earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-112911509032331443?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/112911509032331443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=112911509032331443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112911509032331443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112911509032331443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/10/thinking-about-mom.html' title='Thinking about MOM'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-112859934870851649</id><published>2005-10-06T06:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T06:51:35.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Purple Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Misc.%202%203641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Misc.%202%203641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last Friday was my mother-in-law, Virginia's (Ginny) birthday. Since Darin, Brian's brother, was out of town we decided we would celebrate last night. Purple is Ginny's favorite color of all time. So, I had to go all out. We had purple napkins, forks, plates, glasses, balloons, and a purple cake. Even the salad bowl was purple. As a present from the kids we got her a sun catcher with purple rhinestones around it and a heart in the middle with the word Grandma on it. From us she got a frame with of course our picture in it. It was first time in over a month we were all together, we had a really nice time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY GINNY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&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/8445891-112859934870851649?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/112859934870851649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=112859934870851649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112859934870851649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112859934870851649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/10/purple-celebration.html' title='A Purple Celebration'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-112828552944175266</id><published>2005-10-02T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T15:38:49.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Brian%20with%20his%20boys1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Brian%20with%20his%20boys1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been more than a week since I have even attempted to blog. I just really have nothing to say. Life is going on and we are really in a nice groove. Brian has the greatest schedule he has ever had. He is surrounded by the most amazing staff who have embraced him wholeheartedly and are not only accepting the changes he is making (for their benefit) but complimenting those changes. He is the most relaxed he has been in 5 years. I think it's because he no longer bears the weight of the world on his shoulders for a company who could care less about him, only what he can do for their bottom line. He is able to take the kids to school and pick them up almost everyday, go eat lunch with them at school, help with homework, play football, eat dinner at home at least 4 nights a week and also meets me for my breaks at Starbucks regularly while indulging in his favorite drink of the week. This has been the best career move I think he has ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are growing like weeds. I seriously can't keep up. They are really shining in school. We are so proud. Jared has brought his D in Math to a B and works hard to maintain all his grades. He is highly involved at church and is constantly inviting his friends and encouraging them to also get involved. He hangs out alot with our student pastors, Brad and Aaron. I am thrilled he has some great mentors, truly godly men who want Jared to experience as they are all God has for him. Jackson and Jayden also love church and look forward to it every week. What they learn really sticks with them and they remind us during the week what that was. They are also becoming great encouragers. I will sometimes find them helping each other with their spelling words and then really cheering for each other when they get it right. It's so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now a certified Barista. I took my test Friday and so I can officially make coffee. I am loving my job. The majority of our customers are regulars and it's great to call them by name and know what they want when they walk in the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran Race for the Cure yesterday with my friend Kara which was such a huge accomplishment since after blowing out both my ankles a year apart the Dr.'s told me I should find something else to do to stay in shape b/c my injuries were too severe to ever fully heal. Well, sorry but that just doesn't cut it for me. My GOD is way bigger than that. I ran the whole race and my time was 31 minutes which I was very pleased with. The pic below was taken when we got home since Brian left the camera in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/1600/Race%20for%20the%20Cure%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1070/527/320/Race%20for%20the%20Cure%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new church is also incredible. They are still running like 300 a week which just seems insane considering we're only 3 months old but people are really being reached. It's such an exciting thing to be apart of. We had our first student outreach last Sunday and over 30 kids showed up to eat pizza and play ultimate frisbee. It was very encouraging. Our goal is to start weekly services and small groups in January. Aside from volunteering with the students I recently joined the vocal team and am having alot of fun fulfilling my passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing to add. There has been alot of self discovery taking place and it has been an amazing thing. The kids aren't the only ones who are growing like weeds. It's not always an easy process and to be honest there have been some painful revelations but I really want to embrace my new attitude. I am so thankful to be surrounded by godly friends who are there no matter what. I am not just talking about ones within a five mile radius either. There have been several conversations take place recently with people I know truly love me and don't run the other direction b/c I say something off the wall. You know who you are and I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I know there are sesons for everyTHING but friends aren't THINGS, they are people with feelings and emotions and you should never cast that aside and I know it sounds simple but always remember you reap what you sow and you have to treat others the way you want to be treated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I did have something to say after all. This wasn't supposed to be a life update but somehow that's what it turned into. I hope you enjoyed it and weren't too bored. Be blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-112828552944175266?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/112828552944175266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=112828552944175266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112828552944175266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112828552944175266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/10/nothing-to-say.html' title='Nothing to say...'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-112750384390226074</id><published>2005-09-23T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T14:33:16.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO ME!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is the one year anniversary of my blog. As is customary I am sharing with you my very first entry. This has been, I think one of the most eventful years of my whole life. Thanks for sharing this journey with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thursday, September 23, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Majic Team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 252px; HEIGHT: 368px" height="797" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/129-2983_IMG.jpg" width="83" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did you ever know that you're my hero??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 235px; HEIGHT: 295px" height="834" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/BetsyandMartin.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This post is dedicated to my very good friend Betsy. She worked tirelessly and selflessly to help me get my blog up and running b/c I am computer illiterate. Thank you so much Betsy. You are my HERO!! You ROCK!! I had to post this great photo I took at their wedding b/c I think they are the cutest couple and I love and miss them dearly. Thanks again Bets!! &lt;/strong&gt;&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/8445891-112750384390226074?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/112750384390226074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=112750384390226074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112750384390226074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112750384390226074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-anniversary-to-me.html' title='HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO ME!!'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-112744369202377291</id><published>2005-09-22T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T21:48:12.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Miracle of technology</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Isn't this incredible? This is my niece Cheyanne Nita. She is due to enter the world sometime in December. I probably won't see her until she is about 4 months old since my sister lives in Oklahoma. This picture amazes me. When I was pregnant with Jared 12 and a half years ago the only reason I got an ultrasound picture was b/c they thought something was wrong and I had to travel 2 and a half hours for a "special scan." Now, you can see in 3-D. All I can say is WOW!! Does this amaze anyone else or am I the only one?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/Cheyanne.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-112744369202377291?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/112744369202377291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=112744369202377291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112744369202377291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112744369202377291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/09/miracle-of-technology.html' title='The Miracle of technology'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-112722005330680178</id><published>2005-09-20T07:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T07:40:53.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you hate Monday's?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="221" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/IhateMondays.gif" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed people do not blog on Monday's, well except &lt;a href="http://www.mbbarrett.blogspot.com/"&gt;Matt&lt;/a&gt;. So, I have a theory...ok just kidding no I don't. What are Monday's like for you? Do you hate them, love them, happy when they are over, suffer through them...here is your chance to tell the world how you feel about Monday's. Personally, I dont' really have a thing with Monday's. It's the beginning of another week and I get myself into the groove once again of homework, lunchboxes, gym clothes, uniforms and spelling words. Since it's Tuesday I figure you are all over your little Monday thing and would be happy to comment. So, let's hear it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-112722005330680178?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/112722005330680178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=112722005330680178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112722005330680178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112722005330680178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/09/do-you-hate-mondays.html' title='Do you hate Monday&apos;s?'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-112688173204923588</id><published>2005-09-16T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T13:58:49.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boyfriends Back and Your Gonna be in Trouble...</title><content type='html'>Well, we survived! Last Saturday the 10th Brian returned safely home to us after being gone 10 weeks with a 10 day break in the middle. I won't lie, it was stressful but God is SO GOOD. Once we worked through some of the kinks we found this break actually stregthened us. He actually starts his first day at his new restaurant today so we have been having a blast just hanging out enjoying each other and the kids. As soon as we picked him up from the airport at 4:30 we headed straight to Universal in Orlando for the ROCK THE UNIVERSE concert featuring SKILLET, THIRD DAY, MICHAEL W. SMITH, CHRIS TOMLIN to name a few. However, we were there to hang with our friend and lead singer of the group PILLAR, Rob Beckley. When we got there, it was totally insane. There were thousands of people and the wait times for rides were anywhere from 45-100 minutes. But, once we hooked up with Rob that wasn't an issue. He had his own escort to go through the back to the rides and get to the front of the line. It was so great. Although we only rode 2, they were the busiest 2. Anyway, we had the greatest time. Here are a couple of pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my boys back together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 450px" height="1447" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/PillarconcertinOrlando009.jpg" width="548" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boys are back in town L-R Jared, Brian, Rob, Jackson, Noah, Jayden, Mike, Bo and Lester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 460px; HEIGHT: 357px" height="1041" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/PillarconcertinOrlando018.jpg" width="953" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since being home Brian and I have spent time at the beach, the pool, running and walking together and going to starbucks. I have a new appreciation for women who are constantly separated from their men and I thank God this came to an end. Just a reminder to all of you...COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-112688173204923588?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/112688173204923588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=112688173204923588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112688173204923588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112688173204923588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-boyfriends-back-and-your-gonna-be.html' title='My Boyfriends Back and Your Gonna be in Trouble...'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-112648672226956629</id><published>2005-09-11T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T19:58:42.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dyeing to be blonde</title><content type='html'>I knew it wouldn't be long before he wanted to bleach his hair again and sure enough this was the weekend. So, Saturday before we picked up Brian at the airport we attempted to make Jared blonde. For the most part it turned out ok but we need to do it one more time. At least it's not orange like the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotta love that processing time...NOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 269px; HEIGHT: 213px" height="1086" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/PillarconcertinOrlando004.jpg" width="949" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, do you think he likes it...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 290px; HEIGHT: 240px" height="1027" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/PillarconcertinOrlando006.jpg" width="996" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-112648672226956629?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/112648672226956629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=112648672226956629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112648672226956629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112648672226956629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/09/dyeing-to-be-blonde.html' title='Dyeing to be blonde'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-112626726825064879</id><published>2005-09-09T06:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T07:01:08.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Save me from my recipe hell...</title><content type='html'>I think the title speaks for itself. I need some serious help. If I don't get some new recipes soon I fear my family might trade me in for a newer model who won't make the same things every week. I happen to know for a fact there are several of you who read this blog who not only cook but do it well. Even if you don't, you have something to give also. Scan what you have and email them to me at &lt;a href="mailto:fiveismajic@hotmail.com"&gt;fiveismajic@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;. I am begging...please save me from a fate worse than death, ok well not really but you get the picture. Oh, and not to be picky but the quicker the meals the better I like it. Thanks in advance for all the recipes you are going to share. Have a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-112626726825064879?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/112626726825064879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=112626726825064879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112626726825064879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112626726825064879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/09/save-me-from-my-recipe-hell.html' title='Save me from my recipe hell...'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-112596398817298214</id><published>2005-09-05T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T18:46:28.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Laziness</title><content type='html'>We had the greatest labor day weekend. We did...NOTHING!! We laid around the pool, threw the football, watched movies, ate ice cream and took a nap. Well, I took the nap but still they were happy to get the break from me. ;) So, what did you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 411px" height="1457" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/JacksononJaredsshoulders.jpg" width="583" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 405px" height="1455" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/JaydenonJaredsshoulders.jpg" width="598" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-112596398817298214?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/112596398817298214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=112596398817298214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112596398817298214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112596398817298214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/09/labor-day-laziness.html' title='Labor Day Laziness'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-112584286313230119</id><published>2005-09-04T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T13:43:44.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Lil Jean</title><content type='html'>Today, my best friend Jeanette is celebrating another birthday. Sadly, I cannot be there to celebrate with her. Every year without fail we do each other's birthday's up BIG. It doesn't matter to us what the number says either. We are of the mindset birthday's are big deals and we always make it at least a 2 day celebration. Last year's surpise was the most fun I have ever had surprising someone. If you know Jeanette, then you know she is hard to buy for b/c it's like what do you buy the chick who has everything. However, one thing I know is she loves to eat. So, I took her to a brand new restaurant and then to a concert and backstage meeting with Aaron Neville. It was the greatest night and she couldn't have been more surprised. This year she will have to settle for lots of emails, phone calls and a box which is soon to be on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEANETTE, I LOVE AND MISS YOU!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 265px; HEIGHT: 447px" height="1150" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/LilJean.jpg" width="309" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-112584286313230119?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/112584286313230119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=112584286313230119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112584286313230119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112584286313230119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-birthday-lil-jean.html' title='Happy Birthday Lil Jean'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-112557406254049287</id><published>2005-09-01T06:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T06:27:42.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tiniest Starbucks Fan</title><content type='html'>This is Zoe, she is 4 months old and the daughter&amp;nbsp;of my good friends back home, Geoff and Lisa. Geoff is a dedicated and loyal starbucks drinker and as you can see he is starting his kids young. Asia, 6 and Elijah 3, start their day with Vanilla Bean Frappuccino and their teachers wonder why they can't get them off the ceilings. ;) I miss you guys. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/Zoeandherstarbucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-112557406254049287?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/112557406254049287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=112557406254049287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112557406254049287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112557406254049287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/09/tiniest-starbucks-fan.html' title='The Tiniest Starbucks Fan'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-112549097792197397</id><published>2005-08-31T07:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T07:22:57.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Right?</title><content type='html'>As everyone knows there has been  the biggest national disaster in a long time take place in New Orleans and Miss. It's tragic. As I watched footage of a city covered in water, the looting and listened to information regarding the rising death toll and widespread devastation I wondered if I was wrong to feel like I did with my current situation and the depression I feel. I mean someone somewhere is always having problems right? Granted I haven't just lost everything but does that mean my problems don't matter? That what I am feeling or going through isn't as bad from my perspective? I realize this is just what it is - PERSPECTIVE. But it's mine and if you knew the story from the beginning I think you would agree the situation "feels" pretty hopeless. After what I read on Matt's site "givin' it back to 'em" in a revenge like manner seems like a pretty good answer and after what we have been through it might make me feel good...for about 10 seconds. Then of course I would realize I never had control of the situation to begin with and you can't control what other people do only what you do in response. And I will just have to know God will take "care" of those people who hurt us so deeply and caused this pain which is more than just emotional. You who are reading this may be thinking this makes no sense at all. I am reaching out and begging you all to please join with me and pray for peace, reassurance and most of all wisdom. Dont' say you will just to say it either, we need it like we have never needed it before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-112549097792197397?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/112549097792197397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=112549097792197397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112549097792197397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112549097792197397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/08/whats-right.html' title='What&apos;s Right?'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-112542287036843697</id><published>2005-08-30T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T12:27:50.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling blonde?</title><content type='html'>Football FINALLY makes sense..........&lt;br /&gt;A guy took his blonde girlfriend to her first football game. They had great seats right behind their team's bench. After the game, he asked her how she liked the experience. "Oh, I really liked it," she replied, "especially the tight pants and all the big muscles, but I just couldn't understand why they were killing each other over 25 cents." Dumbfounded, her date asked, "What do you mean?" "Well, they flipped a coin, one team got it and then for the rest of the game, all they kept screaming was: "Get the quarterback!  Get the quarterback!"   I'm like...Helloooooo?  It's only 25 cents!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-112542287036843697?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/112542287036843697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=112542287036843697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112542287036843697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112542287036843697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/08/feeling-blonde.html' title='Feeling blonde?'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-112531836743453016</id><published>2005-08-29T07:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T07:26:07.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains, it pours</title><content type='html'>I am not talking about the recent hurricane either. I am referring to just one more thing to happen to us since we moved here. There are things you all know about and then there are things only some of you know about. So, if you are reading this and thinking what's the big deal - just know there is so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started about three weeks ago when I began having this back pain. I didn't really think much of it since I have frequently dealt with this b/c of 2 car accidents I've had. Well, this one was different. It was localized in my right lower back area and it was getting worse. It got to the point I was in pain 24/7. I didn't really say much about it except for passing comments like "wow, my back hurts or I wonder what the deal is" but other than that nothing. Which if you know me is a big deal b/c I am such a drama queen and have no pain tolerance at all. Then last week I began feeling the pain in the same area but in my abdomen. Ok, so now I am getting nervous. I am also finding that no matter what I do the pain is bad, even lying down. Well, Thursday night it must have peaked b/c I couldn't even stay on my feet. I had to keep dropping to my knees it was so bad. I managed to make dinner but as I was carrying my plate to the table I once again had to drop to my knees b/c this pain was searing through me. That was all I could take. I began to cry and I do mean cry. I told Jared to get the neighbor b/c I needed to go to the walk in clinic right that second. I have the best neighbor's in the world. Michelle came over and my mother in law took me to the Dr. The story doesn't get any better. The pain had slightly subsided and I explained everything, told them my history, yada, yada, yada. Peed in a cup, you know the drill. The Dr. came in pressed my stomach, whacked my back, told me I had a bladder infection (even though none of my symptoms were consistent with that of a bladder infection) wrote me a script and sent me home. I was shocked. So was my mother in law. She was like, is that all you're gonna do? He was like well her urinalysis doesn't scream bladder infection but I just want to rule it out. Yeah right, you mean you wanted to get me out of there fast b/c it was closing time. So, I pick up my script go home go to bed and pray for the pain to stop. The next morning I knew something wasn't right. I was like, I am no Dr. but.....Well, the receptionist from the Dr. office called to see how I was and I had more questions than she could answer so she had the nurse call me back. Yeah, I knew I wasn't stupid. This sweet nurse who called me said her and the other Dr. both conquered I DID NOT HAVE A BLADDER INFECTION!!!! She apologized profusely for what had happened and said I did need follow up b/c there was blood in my urine. BLOOD!!! What the....? He never said anything about that. So, long story short they think I have a stone, fun huh? I need to make an appointment with a REAL Dr. and have some diagnostic imaging now I have insurance. Can anything else go wrong? I know the answer is YES but can I just take a moment and say "I want to go home."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-112531836743453016?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/112531836743453016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=112531836743453016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112531836743453016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112531836743453016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/08/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When it rains, it pours'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-112489609017611683</id><published>2005-08-24T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T10:17:36.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happiest Place on Earth</title><content type='html'>When my Aunt Holly was visiting last week she wanted to bless all the boys for their birthdays so she took us all to Disney World - The Magic Kingdom. Jared just turned 12 (can you believe we have a 12 year old?). So, we took the kids out of school for the day and along with Darin and Brian headed off to see Mickey and Goofy. It was hotter than heck but we had a blast anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 314px; HEIGHT: 247px" height="1021" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/TriptoDisneyWorldwithHolly001.jpg" width="977" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-R Darin, Jayden, Brian, Jared, Jackson and Holly &lt;img style="WIDTH: 357px; HEIGHT: 291px" height="1001" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/Hollyandthegang.jpg" width="964" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's 12 and ready to drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 309px; HEIGHT: 238px" height="1055" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/TriptoDisneyWorldwithHolly056.jpg" width="968" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared in shackles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 339px; HEIGHT: 270px" height="1023" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/Jaredinshackles.jpg" width="978" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson, Goofy and Jayden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 251px" height="1059" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/JandJwithGoofy.jpg" width="960" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden, Mickey, Jackson and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 240px" height="1064" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/JJmeandMickey.jpg" width="965" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 348px; HEIGHT: 305px" height="1056" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/Alltheboys.jpg" width="990" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darin and Brian (can you tell their brothers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 328px; HEIGHT: 242px" height="1076" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/BrianandDarin.jpg" width="956" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Holly going 3-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 271px; HEIGHT: 239px" height="1010" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/3DHollyandMe.jpg" width="968" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Brian (he's delirious from the heat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 229px" height="1049" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/Briantheprincess.jpg" width="993" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-112489609017611683?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/112489609017611683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=112489609017611683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112489609017611683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112489609017611683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/08/happiest-place-on-earth.html' title='The Happiest Place on Earth'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-112471293021721200</id><published>2005-08-22T07:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T07:17:12.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophie's Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;My best friend, who is now no longer blogging just got a dog. Her name is Sophie. Isn't she cute. This is the weirdest thing to happen in a long time. Jeanette was so not into getting a dog at all. Mainly b/c they are such a huge responsibility but also b/c she also has this pyhsco mean cat named Mr. Graham who barely likes his owners let alone another animal in the house. Well, this could be just the push that cat needs to make him appreciate how good he has it and start being nice to people. Here's hoping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/FujisdogSophie2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-112471293021721200?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/112471293021721200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=112471293021721200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112471293021721200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112471293021721200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/08/sophies-choice.html' title='Sophie&apos;s Choice'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-112438862167580275</id><published>2005-08-18T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T15:25:46.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/Starbuckssign.gif" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got a job!!! I am a BARISTA at Starbucks. Wanna know the best parts? No, it isn't the free coffee since I don't even drink it...I can walk to work, I will make some tips and my managers both have kids so they understand the importance of family. Wish me luck, I start Monday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-112438862167580275?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/112438862167580275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=112438862167580275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112438862167580275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112438862167580275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/08/coffee-anyone.html' title='Coffee Anyone?'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-112414196582395307</id><published>2005-08-15T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T16:41:38.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Loving Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Jaclyn Rene Maciaszek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;February 19th 1978 ~ August 9th 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/JaclynReneMaciaszek.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Today our family said "See you later" to my sister-in-law Jaclyn as she was laid to rest. Please keep my brother-in-law Darin and the rest of Jaclyn's family in your prayers as we now grieve a life taken too soon. We know God is the ultimate giver of peace and we look to Him during this sorrowful time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-112414196582395307?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/112414196582395307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=112414196582395307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112414196582395307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112414196582395307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/08/in-loving-memory.html' title='In Loving Memory'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-112354666059310363</id><published>2005-08-08T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T19:17:40.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The toothless wonder</title><content type='html'>You guessed it. Jayden lost another tooth. It was another exciting moment as it kind of fell into his hand at lunch the other day and of course his immediate reaction was "I'm getting a dollar!" Let me tell you about the world Jayden lives in. He has gotten in big with the tooth fairy. I am not talking about Brian and I either. We have some really precious friends back home, Barb and Craig and they happen to adore our kids and if you know Jayden then you know he will have you eating out of his hand pretty quick. Well of course he was like "I have to call Mrs. Olson and tell her I lost my tooth." and I told him fine but you better not ask for any &lt;A href="http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/06/pay-up-tooth-fairyor-else.html"&gt;money&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;and he was like ooooook. So we call and of course she is like oh my gosh, you lost your tooth, that is so cool and what does Jayden tell her..."yeah, my mom said not to ask for you to give me any money." I was mortified and then on the other end heard Barb say "well you tell your mom I can do whatever I want b/c I am the toothfairy." So of course I get on the phone laughing and she is laughing and I explain I didn't want him to think he was getting five bucks every time he lost a tooth. She just loved it, she just loves 'em all. So, Sunday we finally check the mail and what's in there but a card from the TOOTH FAIRY! And let me tell you, she hooked all of those kids up. A trip to Walmart is coming up pretty soon b/c you know that money is burning a hole in their pockets. Well, here's a&amp;nbsp;funny thing. Today at school, Jared lost what is almost the last of his baby teeth so I guess the tooth fairy was right on time. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 269px; HEIGHT: 339px" height=1403 src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/SECONDLOSTTOOTH3.jpg" width=494&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-112354666059310363?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/112354666059310363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=112354666059310363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112354666059310363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112354666059310363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/08/toothless-wonder.html' title='The toothless wonder'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-112325765887867044</id><published>2005-08-05T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T11:07:17.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just wanted to take a minute to share with you my handsome boys as they started their first day of school yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jared~7th grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 262px; HEIGHT: 423px" height="1458" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/Jaredsfirstdayofschool.jpg" width="555" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jackson~2nd grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 373px" height="1517" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/Jacksonsfirstdayofschool.jpg" width="84" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jayden~1st grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 258px; HEIGHT: 369px" height="1432" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/Jaydensfirstdayofschool.jpg" width="560" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...The Three Musketeers.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 440px" height="1503" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/Firstdayofschool8-4-05002.jpg" width="422" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all had a great first day and I am still coming to terms with how fast this is all going. If your a parent soak it all in b/c you blink and they are in 7th grade!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-112325765887867044?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/112325765887867044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=112325765887867044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112325765887867044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112325765887867044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/08/first-day-of-school-2005.html' title='First Day of School 2005'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-112312024876420817</id><published>2005-08-03T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T20:50:48.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Food, friends and fun!</title><content type='html'>Tonight we had dinner with some of the new people we met in our community. Stacie, (the one playing with Jayden)lives right below us and Kara lives in one of the town homes opposite our courtyard (although she is moving out in 2 weeks 'sniff'sniff'). We made chicken and beef tacos with all the trimmings, even avocados which was a new thing for me. I mean, I like them but never thought to put them with tacos. Man, they were so good. It was funny when we put the chicken on the table the kids asked what it was and Stacie tried to convince them it was deer meat. She was pretty good but no, Jared is just too old to fall for that anymore. Nice try Stac! Anyway, we all had a great time and it was really fun to hang with some "girls" for a change (not that I don't love and adore my boys but...)and the best part...we are gonna start a BUNCO group! I am really in hog heaven now. I'll let you know how all that turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden convinced Stacie to play OPERATION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 352px; HEIGHT: 265px" height="998" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/DinnerwithKaraandStacie001.jpg" width="975" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kara cooking the "deer meat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 352px; HEIGHT: 301px" height="1071" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/Karacooking.jpg" width="966" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing to feast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 377px; HEIGHT: 330px" height="1111" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/Newfriends.jpg" width="974" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hands make light work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 375px; HEIGHT: 271px" height="1050" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/KaraandStacie.jpg" width="971" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to more nights just like this one. Maybe even a kid free one. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-112312024876420817?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/112312024876420817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=112312024876420817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112312024876420817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112312024876420817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/08/food-friends-and-fun.html' title='Food, friends and fun!'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-112307658450776395</id><published>2005-08-03T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T08:45:10.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Original Day Brightener</title><content type='html'>The other day my &lt;a href="http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/07/greeting-cards-and-snail-mail.html"&gt;walk from the mail box &lt;/a&gt;was a little more exciting because in between all the junk and bills was this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 199px" height="1005" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/Misc.jpg" width="960" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a brightly colored envelope from my good friend &lt;a href="http://www.martinbetsy.blogspot.com"&gt;Betsy&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.southafrika.blogspot.com/"&gt;Marken&lt;/a&gt; in Arizona. We have known each other for 5 years now and became very good friends when we began working out together (in preparation for her wedding) and serving at youth. Then in 2002 when Betsy became, I think, the most beautiful bride I have ever seen Jayden (our youngest) was her flower dude and Brian was one of their groomsmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 206px; HEIGHT: 286px" height="780" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/BetsyandMartin.jpg" width="63" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Betsy sent me the most original card I have ever receieved. It was a puzzle. Now, before you say "Oh yeah I've sent one of those before..." I seriously doubt you have. You see, she made it herself. Here's a picture of it. Thank you so much Betsy, you totally made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 220px" height="1002" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/Betsyscard.jpg" width="954" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Side note: After I  put it together I taped it and it hangs on my fridge as a constant reminder someone else far away loves us. Be blessed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-112307658450776395?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/112307658450776395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=112307658450776395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112307658450776395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112307658450776395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/08/most-original-day-brightener.html' title='The Most Original Day Brightener'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-112293560352450928</id><published>2005-08-01T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T09:20:00.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carl's Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My friend Kishan sent me this story, and true or not it's precious to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl was a quiet man. He didn't talk much. He would always greet you with a big smile and a firm handshake. Even after living in our neighborhood for over 50 years, no one could really say they knew him very well. Before his retirement, he took the bus to work each morning. The lone sight of him walking down the street often worried us. He had a slight limp from a bullet wound received in W.W.II. Watching him, we worried that although he had survived W.W.II,he may not make it through our changing uptown neighborhood with its ever-increasing random violence, gangs, and drug activity. When he saw the flyer at our local church asking for volunteers for caring for the gardens behind the minister's residence, he responded in his characteristically unassuming manner. Without fanfare, he just signed up. He was well into his 87th year when the very thing we had always feared finally happened. He was just finishing his watering for the day when three gang members approached him. Ignoring their attempt to intimidate him, he simply asked, "Would you like a drink from the hose?" The tallest and toughest-looking of the three said, "Yeah, sure," with a malevolent little smile. As Carl offered the hose to him, the other two grabbed Carl's arm, throwing him down. As the hose snaked crazily over the ground, dousing everything in its way, Carl's assailants stole his retirement watch and his wallet, and then fled. Carl tried to get himself up, but he had been thrown down on his bad leg. He lay there trying to gather himself as the minister came running to help him. Although the minister had witnessed the attack from his window, he couldn't get there fast enough to stop it. "Carl, are you okay? Are you hurt?" the minister kept asking as he helped Carl to his feet. Carl just passed a hand over his brow and sighed, shaking his head. "Just some punk kids. I hope they'll wise-up someday." His wet clothes clung to his slight frame as he bent to pick up the hose. He adjusted the nozzle again and started to water. Confused and a little concerned, the minister asked "Carl, what are you doing?" "I've got to finish my watering. It's been very dry lately," came the calm reply.Satisfying himself that Carl really was all right, the minister could only marvel. Carl was a man from a different time and place. A few weeks later the three returned. Just as before their threat was unchallenged. Carl again offered them a drink from his hose. This time they didn't rob him. They wrenched the hose from his hand and drenched him head to foot in the icy water. When they had finished their humiliation of him, they sauntered off down the street, throwing catcalls and curses, falling over one another laughing at the hilarity of what they had just done Carl just watched them. Then he turned toward the warmth giving sun, picked up his hose, and went on with his watering. The summer was quickly fading into fall. Carl was doing some tilling when he was startled by the sudden approach of someone behind him. He stumbled and fell into some evergreen branches. As he struggled to regain his footing, he turned to see the tall leader of his summer tormentors reaching down for him. He braced himself for the expected attack. "Don't worry old man, I'm not gonna hurt you this time." The young man spoke softly, still offering the tattooed and scarred hand to Carl. As he helped Carl get up, the man pulled a crumpled bag from his pocket and handed it to Carl. "What's this?" Carl asked. "It's your stuff," the man explained. "It's your stuff back. Even the money in your wallet." "I don't understand," Carl said. "Why would you help me now?" He man shifted his feet, seeming embarrassed and ill at ease. "I learned something from you," he said. "I ran with that gang and hurt people like you. We picked you because you were old and we knew we could do it. But every time we came and did something to you, instead of yelling and fighting back, you tried to give us a drink. You didn't hate us for hating you. You kept showing love against our hate." He stopped for a moment. "I couldn't sleep after we stole your stuff, so here it is back." He paused for another awkward moment, not knowing what more there was to say. "That bag's my way of saying thanks for straightening me out, I guess." And with that, he walked off down the street. Carl looked down at the sack in his hands and gingerly opened it. He took out his retirement watch and put it back on his wrist. Opening his wallet, he checked for his wedding photo. He gazed for a moment at the young bride that still smiled back at him from all those years ago. He died one cold day after Christmas that winter. Many people attended his funeral in spite of the weather. In particular the minister noticed a tall young man that he didn't know sitting quietly in a distant corner of the church. The minister spoke of Carl's garden as a lesson in life. In a voice made thick with unshed tears, he said, "Do your best and make your garden as beautiful as you can. We will never forget Carl and his garden" The following spring another flyer went up. It read: "Person needed to care for Carl's garden." The flyer went unnoticed by the busy parishioners until one day when a knock was heard at the minister's office door. Opening the door, the minister saw a pair of scarred and tattooed hands holding the flyer. "I believe this is my job, if you'll have me," the young man said. The minister recognized him as the same young man who had returned the stolen watch and wallet to Carl. He knew that Carl's kindness had turned this man's life around. As the minister handed him the keys to the garden shed, he said, "Yes, go take care of Carl's garden and honor him." The man went to work and, over the next several years, he tended the flowers and vegetables just as Carl had done. In that time, he went to college, got married, and became a prominent member of the community. But he never forgot his promise to Carl's memory and kept the garden as beautiful as he thought Carl would have kept it. One day he approached the new minister and told him that he couldn't care for the garden any longer. He explained with a shy and happy smile, "My wife just had a baby boy last night, and she's bringing him home on Saturday. "Well, congratulations!" said the minister, as he was handed the garden shed keys. "That's wonderful! What's the baby's name?" "Carl," he replied. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-112293560352450928?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/112293560352450928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=112293560352450928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112293560352450928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112293560352450928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/08/carls-garden.html' title='Carl&apos;s Garden'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-112247076493671018</id><published>2005-07-27T08:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T08:26:04.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would like to introduce you to my little &lt;A href="http://imlearningeveryday.blogspot.com/"&gt;sister Sarah&lt;/A&gt;, she has decided to join the wonderful world of blogging. Hopefully, she'll do better than some who seem to have issues with updates. &lt;A href="http://www.thefujis.blogspot.com/"&gt;YOU&lt;/A&gt; know who you are. Anyway, just wanted to give her a little plug so stop by and see her when you have a minute. I know she would appreciate the encouragement.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 308px; HEIGHT: 503px" height=859 src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/Sarahspic.jpg" width=150&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-112247076493671018?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/112247076493671018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=112247076493671018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112247076493671018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112247076493671018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-would-like-to-introduce-you-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-112239946081739948</id><published>2005-07-26T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T16:10:44.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Changes...</title><content type='html'>Remeber the movie &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0110950/"&gt;Reality Bites&lt;/a&gt;? I loved that movie, mainly b/c of the characters but also because it's so true. Here were these group of people who had no idea what was next for them. This too is how I feel. This past week has been a week of rude awakenings. Already feeling disconnected to the world I was once so much apart and learning my husband is ridiculed and called the most hateful names in the book b/c he won't participate in nightly jaunts to strip clubs and gambling halls I suddenly found myself derailing. The next thing I know I am curled up in the fetal position unable to breathe and crying out to God. This isn't what I signed up for. Living in Florida was supposed to mean sun and fun wasn't it? This was not fun. No friends, no church home, no social life, I was drowning in a sea of self pity. When I finished crying and got up off the floor I was thinking we had made a mistake. After all how am I supposed to start all over again, how will this affect the kids, how can I be expected to live among the ungodly? Aren't I better than that, haven't I served my time. Then it hit me!!! How dare I! I had been living in a bubble, in a private little comfortable world with no room for anyone else. Well you could join if you were a christian and "knew" the Lord. That is pathetic. I am no better than anyone, I just happen to know the void in my life can only be filled by truly seeking the One who created me. There is a lost, lonely, isolated world out there and I know God has called me to show them they can fill the void permanently. I am finally learning to think outside the walls of church. It's not enough share God's love with your "christian" friends. They already know it if they attend church. You have to reach outside of those walls and find a way to get connected with the rest of the world who are literally dying to meet a Saviour. I have never done this before and I won't lie, I am scared to death. And that is the way the enemy wants me to stay. He will do whatever he can to stop it and I am determined not to be scared anymore. Besides my husband, my inspiration has come from this amazing book I am reading called &lt;a href="http://www.getinthegutter.com/"&gt;The Gutter by Craig Gross&lt;/a&gt;. I challenge you to pick up a copy as soon as you can. This book will change your thinking entirely, it did mine. Relationship is what leads people to repentance not condemnation. I know most of what I am saying you already know or have heard a million times but sometimes its that one more time and then CLICK, the lights go on. I am challenging you to get out of your bubble and seek the lost or ask God what you can do to plant a seed in someone's life. It's going to be uncomfortable at first but if all you have in your life right now is comfort then something is wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-112239946081739948?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/112239946081739948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=112239946081739948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112239946081739948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112239946081739948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/07/life-changes.html' title='Life Changes...'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-112200600757215013</id><published>2005-07-21T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T23:20:07.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Greeting cards and snail mail</title><content type='html'>Anyone who knows me knows I don't give or send just any kind of greeting card. I like to make my own so I can personalize each one based on who the receipient is and you just can't get that with any old card from Hallmark. And I don't know about those reading this but I love to get mail. I don't mean e-mail either although I like getting that too. I am talking about snail mail, you know the kind of mail in an envelope with writing on the front and a stamp in the right hand corner? Well, here is the point to this post. Since I have moved I am sending out Hallmarks like there going out of style. It's strangely comforting b/c it isn't like anyone is sending them to me (hint hint) but I feel closer to all the people I am so far away from. Plus, it makes me feel so good b/c I know how much I love to get stuff like that in the mail. Let's face it, our primary walk to the mail box ends in opening a bunch of bills and throwing away junk so it's always nice to see a brightly colored envelope knowing inside is someone telling you they have been thinking about you. So, here is what I want to do since there are so many people out there who's day I would like to brighten and also b/c I have way too much time on my hands. If you would like to receive a brightly colored envelope in your mail box send me an email with your address to &lt;a href="mailto:fiveismajic@hotmail.com"&gt;fiveismajic@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; b/c I would love to make your trip back from the mail box a little more exciting and you never know this kick I'm on might not end so c'mon give it a try. I promise, nothing mushy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-112200600757215013?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/112200600757215013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=112200600757215013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112200600757215013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112200600757215013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/07/greeting-cards-and-snail-mail.html' title='Greeting cards and snail mail'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-112179770372401254</id><published>2005-07-20T01:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T01:38:02.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Memories</title><content type='html'>One of the things I love about living far away from the all the people I love (well so far) is when they come and visit everything else is on hold, well besides the cleaning ;). The time is so precious and you know there isn't much before you will be separated again so you make the most of it and do things you wouldn't normally do and make lasting memories to comfort you when you are apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently I shared how Jeanette and her family surprised us by just showing up. It was awesome. We had such a great time. We were once again able to share afternoon tea, eggs on toast, getting some sun and most importantly shopping. Then after just 4 short days it was time to say good bye. I didn't cry right when she left, but man on the way home it wasn't good. I think I supress my feelings for as long as I can and then when I can't take it anymore...waterworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was particularly difficult because I dropped my kids off at VBS and had nothing to do for 2 and a half hours. It just accentuated the fact I knew no one and because I didn't want to risk getting lost I stayed close by the church. Despite this feeling of loneliness it's all good. I came home, bawled my eyes out and then opened up the word and you know what? GOD IS SO GOOD! I have my health, my kids, a place to call "home" and food on the table. What more do I need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed today and always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 224px" height="1014" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/FunwiththeFujis001.jpg" width="964" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 482px" height="1436" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/FunwiththeFujis010.jpg" width="536" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 352px; HEIGHT: 305px" height="1022" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/FunwiththeFujis021.jpg" width="967" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEE THE GOODNESS OF GOD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night my dad called to say he was coming to spend Christmas with us. That was the best news I could have received all day. My first Christmas here and my precious Father will be here to make it even more perfect. See, God is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 341px; HEIGHT: 313px" height="1075" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/GoingAwayPartyandMomsMemorialDinner.jpg" width="979" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-112179770372401254?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/112179770372401254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=112179770372401254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112179770372401254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112179770372401254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/07/making-memories.html' title='Making Memories'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-112169752956451579</id><published>2005-07-18T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T10:09:44.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Make ya laugh MONDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 258px; HEIGHT: 287px" height="339" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/ICU.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="215" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/Gettingaticket.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="254" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/PacifierPatch.jpg" width="204" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Smoking kills. If you're killed, you've lost a very important part of your life," &lt;br /&gt; --Brooke Shields, during an interview to become Spokesperson for federal anti-smoking campaign&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"I've never had major knee surgery on any other part of my body," &lt;br /&gt;-- Winston Bennett, University of Kentucky basketball forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Question: If you could live forever, would you and why? Answer: "I would not live forever, because we should not live forever, because if we were supposed to live forever, then we would live forever, but we cannot live forever, which is why I would not live forever," --Miss Alabama in the 1994 Miss USA contest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Have a blessed day and a really blessed week!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-112169752956451579?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/112169752956451579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=112169752956451579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112169752956451579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112169752956451579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/07/make-ya-laugh-monday.html' title='Make ya laugh MONDAY!'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-112130832449603536</id><published>2005-07-13T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T21:32:04.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE OF A LIFETIME.</title><content type='html'>As you all know we moved 2 weeks ago and left everything we know and love for a place I am not familiar with and people I don't know. I won't lie, I have been lonely and it's only been two weeks, how pathetic am I? God has really been there and I have felt a peace like never before. Well, yesterday out of the blue who should arrive on my doorstep but my best friend, Jeanette, Jonah and Evan and Jeanette's mom Mary. You don't even want to know the screaming that took place. I'm surprised we didn't get an eviction notice. Later that evening we took a little walk and then Mary took us out for ice cream to celebrate. Mary flew home this morning and we went to the beach. Awww, life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 218px" height="1007" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/Surprise004.jpg" width="963" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 215px; HEIGHT: 219px" height="1067" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/Surprise025.jpg" width="973" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 264px; HEIGHT: 292px" height="1036" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/Surprise003.jpg" width="955" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scream, you scream, we all scream...you know the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 352px; HEIGHT: 319px" height="1068" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/Surprise008.jpg" width="941" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-112130832449603536?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/112130832449603536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=112130832449603536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112130832449603536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112130832449603536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/07/surprise-of-lifetime.html' title='SURPRISE OF A LIFETIME.'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-112089662980335432</id><published>2005-07-09T03:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T09:30:59.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts at 3:30am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I should be sleeping. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why did we move here during hurricane season.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I shoudn't be this awake.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The kids will be up in less than 4 hours and want waffles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss my friends and family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't believe it's going to rain all weekend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dennis is a weird name for a hurricane.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who's job is it to name those things anyway?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't believe we are under a tornado watch, is this Oklahoma?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;I bet shopping would help me feel better...man, this post sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~G'night~&lt;/strong&gt;&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/8445891-112089662980335432?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/112089662980335432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=112089662980335432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112089662980335432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112089662980335432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/07/thoughts-at-330am.html' title='Thoughts at 3:30am'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-112076995965723481</id><published>2005-07-07T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T15:59:19.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in July!</title><content type='html'>Today was Christmas for my boys. When we returned home from the beach there was this big box waiting on the doorstep. You should have seen their faces. It was so awesome. Their best friends Jonah and Evan sent them each 2 gifts and Jared a gift card to bless them. And man, they are so thankful. They are typical kids who adjust to change very quickly but they miss their friends and I know they look forward to starting school so they can make new friends. However, we will never forget or lose touch with our best little friends Jonah and Evan who have the most giving hearts I have ever seen. We love and miss you boys, please come and see us soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening the box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 277px; HEIGHT: 247px" height="1073" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/AnotherDayattheBeachandChristmasinJ.jpg" width="1003" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOO, what is it, what is it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 234px" height="1135" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/number2.jpg" width="1033" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings GALORE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 362px; HEIGHT: 321px" height="1075" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/PRESENTS.jpg" width="941" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-112076995965723481?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/112076995965723481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=112076995965723481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112076995965723481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112076995965723481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/07/christmas-in-july.html' title='Christmas in July!'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-112045108178033335</id><published>2005-07-03T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T23:24:41.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Miracle Working God.</title><content type='html'>I haven't fallen off the face of the earth. Although, I am coming to you from a completely different part of the country. It all started...just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;As you know we went on vacation back in March to Florida and had the most incredible time. Ok wait. I need to back up a little. When Brian moved to Oklahoma 13 years ago his intention was to attend flight school and then move back to Florida. Well, God had alternative plans and he met me and of courseI wasn't about to pick up and move to Florida. Not that he ever asked me. Anyway, about 5 and a half years ago we decided we wanted to move to Florida, well Brian decided and I just kinda went along with it. He applied for a few jobs but was never really too aggressive and then we found out my mom was sick so we left it alone, bought a house and settled in. However, Brian never let the dream die that he would one day move back and prayed fervently God would change my heart. Then Fuddruckers came along and I figured we were lifers. As time began to go on and things got harder and harder with the company we began to realize there had to be more than this. We had sacrificed and lost almost everything, including each other. We didn't know what was next but we knew change was coming and we knew it was major. We began to pray. At about the same time we became members of Family Church and started to really plug in. I got involved with the praise and drama team and we joined a cell group. So, back to our vacation. I remember we were sitting on my mother-in-law's balcony and I was thinking how beautiful everything was.I felt this overwhelming peace. I looked at Brian and I was like I want to live here. That was music to his ears. He couldn't believe it. Something inside just clicked. I knew we were supposed to be there. In fact when we pulled back into town I cried because I wanted to go back to Florida. Now, we had already had our house on the market since January and not one person had even made an offer. And talk about obstacles, we had a second mortgage on it so if we couldn't convince the second mortgage company to let us out with just an unsecured loan we couldn't sell our house. My grandmother who is in the biz didn't even think it was possible. We prayed and believed for favor. Brian never had a doubt in his mind. He called the mortgage company and was on the phone for 6 hours, going from supervisor to manager to general manager and on up, higher and higher until he could go no further. They all said NO!! He called me and gave me the news. I told him I wasn't discouraged. I knew we were supposed to move so I would call Grammy, take the house off the market and we would rent it out. We hung up. Not even 5 minutes later he called to tell me the company had a found a way to make it work. It was a miracle. The following week we started our cell group and that first Wednesday night we asked them to pray we would get the right buyer for our house. The next day we got an offer. During the next 6 weeks we asked them to pray for interviews, job offers, relocation package, favor with Brian's business partner, the perfect location. Every single thing they prayed and agreed for with us came to pass. I sit back and am truly amazed at how God has turned our lives upside down in the shortest time possible and given us peace that passes all understanding along the way. A miracle working God. This is the God I serve. Above everything else, He has taught me more than I thought I could learn through this process. I am learning to rest in Him. Now, I am not stupid, I know there will always be tough times sooner or later. In fact the night we moved into our apartment I had a meltdown. Here's the key-HE is my security, not the church we find or the friends we make. I loved living in Oklahoma and I built the most amazing relationships that will last a life time and beyond. And now we are here and for whatever purpose that may be I intend to find out. Thanks for being on this journey with us even though you knew nothing for a long time. I know you were praying too and I appreciate that. I hope you will stay for this new journey that is far from over. Be blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-112045108178033335?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/112045108178033335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=112045108178033335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112045108178033335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/112045108178033335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/07/miracle-working-god.html' title='A Miracle Working God.'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-111954944272285517</id><published>2005-06-23T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T13:12:19.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Rockers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;I couldn't resist taking a picture of this...my 3 boys rockin' out while they watched the video &lt;a href="http://www.pillarmusic.com"&gt;Bring me Down by Pillar&lt;/a&gt;. This could be the start of things to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 374px; HEIGHT: 277px" height="1041" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/IMG_1722.jpg" width="982" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sorry, I haven't had much to share lately. Monday we move and then things should return to normal shortly. Pray for a quick stress free move. Blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-111954944272285517?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/111954944272285517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=111954944272285517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/111954944272285517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/111954944272285517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/06/little-rockers.html' title='Little Rockers'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-111930776716783710</id><published>2005-06-20T17:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T17:49:27.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay up tooth fairy...or else</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday Jayden discovered his first loose tooth. At cell group that evening our friend Barb, (who thinks my boys are the cutest ever born and has a 13 year old daughter&amp;nbsp;Jayden wants to marry) told Jayden when it falls out he should find her b/c she is the greatest tooth fairy. Well, Thursday he pulled it out and by Saturday evening at Barb's house the kid had cleaned up. I'll tell you the tooth fairy never paid up like that when I was a kid. Way to go Jayden&amp;nbsp;1 down and like 20 to go. My sweet litttle Jayden has officially graduated from toddlerhood.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 265px; HEIGHT: 339px" height=1384 src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v468/Rachel73/Jaydensmissingtooth.jpg" width=506&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-111930776716783710?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/111930776716783710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=111930776716783710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/111930776716783710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/111930776716783710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/06/pay-up-tooth-fairyor-else.html' title='Pay up tooth fairy...or else'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-111905890813220189</id><published>2005-06-17T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T20:41:48.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY AMAZING HUSBAND.</title><content type='html'>Brian,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You are amazing to me. You get better and better every year, I am so in awe of how much you inspire me. Thank you for your hard work and dedication to our family and our marriage. I appreciate all you do to make US great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy Birthday Babe. You are truly awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rachel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-111905890813220189?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/111905890813220189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=111905890813220189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/111905890813220189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/111905890813220189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-birthday-to-my-amazing-husband.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY AMAZING HUSBAND.'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8445891.post-111863829827744466</id><published>2005-06-12T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T23:51:38.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A journal entry</title><content type='html'>I know I said I was on hiatus but I really need to document some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting here at 11:30pm on Sunday night and trying to process this life altering change that is about to take place. For those of you who may not know we are moving out of state in 2 weeks. Besides my mother dying this is the biggest thing ever to happen to me. I am what you might call a daddy's girl, momma's girl (when she was here). I have never lived more than a mile away from my parents my whole life. And now we are leaving and moving 1500 miles away. I have lived here almost 12 years. This is really all I have felt like I really know. I am established. We have the greatest church and the greatest friends, not to mention my family all around us. It's comfortable and secure. It feels safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my best friend Jeanette and I spent the whole day together shopping, eating and going to see a movie and the whole day I felt a little sick to my stomach. As I sit here tonight I know the sickness was b/c I am holding inside the pain of knowing I am leaving. Now, maybe you who are reading this are thinking...get over it, people move all the time, suck it up, be a big girl...yadda, yadda, yadda- well, that isn't me. Don't get me wrong, I am very excited about moving. We have a great new place in a great community. The kids schools are, from what I have heard, the best in the area and we will be close to Brian's family. I guess it's like everything in life, there is good and bad in all of it and you have to find the balance in order to finish the race. And the bottom line is this...God is my security, not where I live or who my friends are and that is what will keep me strong through this change. I would still appreciate your prayers and any words of encouragement, we move the same time as my mom's anniversary. Thanks so much and I will keep you posted, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8445891-111863829827744466?l=majicfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/feeds/111863829827744466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8445891&amp;postID=111863829827744466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/111863829827744466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8445891/posts/default/111863829827744466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://majicfam.blogspot.com/2005/06/journal-entry.html' title='A journal entry'/><author><name>The Mac Fam</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tOn5wwdn1tA/TGgPizYb5rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/K7lDeiwzrj0/S220/DSC07572.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
