<?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-513338543158913795</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:43:26.419-08:00</updated><category term='PEACEYALL'/><title type='text'>Maggie-Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm Maggie. I blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-7729661451475569870</id><published>2012-02-04T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T10:34:00.705-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PEACEYALL'/><title type='text'>PEACE, Y'ALL!</title><content type='html'>Hello Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been struggling to find things to write about over the past few months. It seems as if life isn't as adventurous since Randy left. We have so much fun together. I think that since he's been gone I've crawled into a little shell. It is probably my own fault I'm not having as many adventures lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but there's also good 'ole Dave Ramsey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has imparted a good bit of wisdom into me over the past couple of months. And when I do have the urge to be spontaneous he reminds me that I'm planning for our future right now. &lt;br /&gt;And fun can wait until later. &lt;br /&gt;You know how in cartoons there's a character who is having a battle within and on one shoulder there's an angel and on the other is the devil? Well, lately I've felt these two characters on my shoulders, and luckily I've been&amp;nbsp;listening to the one on the left! YEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F9Ob7r5Ub94/Ty1ssMh2cjI/AAAAAAAAJaw/e85ZpivKHT4/s1600/dave+ramsey+and+shopaholic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F9Ob7r5Ub94/Ty1ssMh2cjI/AAAAAAAAJaw/e85ZpivKHT4/s400/dave+ramsey+and+shopaholic.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, I have to say, finding my role as a responsible&amp;nbsp;woman has been kind of fun.&amp;nbsp;I've learned how to&amp;nbsp;STICK to a budget, and say NO, and to be&amp;nbsp;FUTURE minded. I do, afterall, desire to have little chil'ren one day and I know that my actions now will affect them. Also, I can't TELL how rewarding it is each time we pay off another debt! I just want to SCREAM!-in a good way. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been praying a lot lately. I know that&amp;nbsp;should&amp;nbsp;be&amp;nbsp;quite obvious since I'm a Christian, but honestly sometimes I slip away from prayer and reading the Word &amp;amp; that is NO good for your walk with God. Anyway, since the beginning of the year I've made it a point to spend more time with God. Since I've committed to it, He has shown me so many things! I learn something new every day from Him. &lt;br /&gt;I've been praying for direction after this deployment. For a while there Randy and I were both frustrated as heck trying to figure out what could possibly be next. &lt;br /&gt;But, in Phillipians 4:6-7, Paul tells us,&lt;strong&gt;"Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation , by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One part of that scripture that sticks out to me is that part where he says "&lt;strong&gt;with Thanksgiving&lt;/strong&gt;". I think that when we THANK God for everything He has done it REMINDS us of his faithfulness...I know for me it has. As many of you read on a recent Facebook status of mine, I was told recently by someone to every night write down all the things I had to be grateful for that day. I have been doing it for about a month now, and I can't tell you how much it has changed my mindset! When you dwell on what you CAN'T see yet, or what you DON'T have yet... you lose faith and fear creeps in. But, when you look back and see what you DO have and what God HAS done for you....WOW, it builds your faith! And seeing how He has answered your past prayers and seeing all He has done already BRINGS PEACE. It makes sense, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look back on the past two years of mine and Randy's life together. There have been some majorly confusing and difficult times. But, I look where God has brought us. I see how He caught us EVERY time it looked as if we were going to fall. EVERY TIME! That makes me certain that He has something up His sleeve that we can't see yet. He's not going to let us fall. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot WAIT to receive our next adventure assignment from HIM! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is February! WHAT?! Already? I'm not complaining! This deployment has flown by! (Sometimes I don't like to admit that.) I can't believe that in June it will have been a year since Randy left for his pre-deployment training. I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. He's coming home soon! My knight in shining armor is coming to me! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe all that has happened for the good during this deployment. I could go on and on all day about how this deployment was a blessing, although being away from each other stinks. We've both grown so much. I feel like I've become a better wife. &lt;br /&gt;I've grown so much musically as well, and have had so many musical opportunities arise. As you know, I'm working on an EP right now. I am SO excited about it! I'm so glad that I haven't had to compromise my dreams. I have the best husband in the world who supports me in everything I do. And God has a plan! I'm sure of it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;br /&gt;It is sunny out, which has been rare lately, so I think I shall take Kujo-pup on a walk. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Kuj,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught Kujo watching "House Bunny" last night.. &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;everytime Anna Faris came on the screen he was zombie-fied. Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2oA4DoPeFKk/Ty1la7C19YI/AAAAAAAAJao/3J17FH9uOJM/s1600/kuj+house+bunny.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2oA4DoPeFKk/Ty1la7C19YI/AAAAAAAAJao/3J17FH9uOJM/s320/kuj+house+bunny.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Enjoy it while you can Kuj..I'm calling Wiregrass Spay &amp;amp; Neuter this week! ;o) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAU! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Margarite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS....STAY TUNED IN MARCH!!!! I"LL HAVE A HUGE TESTIMONY TO DECLARE! :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-7729661451475569870?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/7729661451475569870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=7729661451475569870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/7729661451475569870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/7729661451475569870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2012/02/growing-growing-growing.html' title='PEACE, Y&apos;ALL!'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F9Ob7r5Ub94/Ty1ssMh2cjI/AAAAAAAAJaw/e85ZpivKHT4/s72-c/dave+ramsey+and+shopaholic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-2091947219077431894</id><published>2011-12-28T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T10:21:19.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Yucky Subject. *CRINGE*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;....FORGIVENESS....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YCYfMedgxfo/Tvtb30PCuoI/AAAAAAAAJZ4/U5L8jaj6k2M/s1600/home-alone.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YCYfMedgxfo/Tvtb30PCuoI/AAAAAAAAJZ4/U5L8jaj6k2M/s320/home-alone.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Webster's Dictionary:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;FORGIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="scnt"&gt;&lt;span class="ssens"&gt; &lt;em class="sn"&gt;a&lt;/em&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; to give up resentment of or claim to requital for &lt;span class="vi"&gt;&amp;lt;&lt;em&gt;forgive&lt;/em&gt; an insult&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="ssens"&gt; &lt;span class="break"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em class="sn"&gt;b&lt;/em&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; to grant relief from payment of &lt;span class="vi"&gt;&amp;lt;&lt;em&gt;forgive&lt;/em&gt; a debt&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="snum"&gt;2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="ssens"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; to cease to feel resentment against (an offender) &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/pardon"&gt;par&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;any people avoid the subject...&lt;br /&gt;But how can you? That very concept is what our whole existence in Christ is based on. &lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness. *&lt;i&gt;CRINGE&lt;/i&gt;* ....For some reason, we don't like to see that word as a black or white/concrete thing. We like to give conditions for the word "forgive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If they don't confess they've done wrong..you don't have to forgive... NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If you're hurt bad enough...you don't have to forgive.... NOPE!&lt;br /&gt;-If the person who hurt you keeps on and keeps on hurting you...you don't have to forgive...NUH UH!&lt;br /&gt;-If you are a Christian and they aren't..you don't have to forgive.. MOST DEFINITELY NOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ssens"&gt;Let's see what the Bible says about forgiveness:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then  Peter came up to Him and said, Lord, how many times may my brother sin  against me and I forgive him and let it go? [As many as] up to seven  times? Jesus answered him, I tell you, not up to seven times, but seventy times  seven!  &lt;a href="http://bible.gospelcom.net/passage/?search=Matthew%2018:%2021-22;&amp;amp;version=45;" target="_blank"&gt;Matthew 18: 21-22&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;For  if you forgive people their trespasses [their reckless and willful  sins, leaving them, letting them go, and giving up resentment], your  heavenly Father will also forgive you.  &lt;a href="http://bible.gospelcom.net/passage/?search=Matthew%206:%2014;&amp;amp;version=45;" target="_blank"&gt;Matthew 6: 14&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He who covers and forgives an offense seeks love, but he who repeats or harps on a matter separates even close friends.  &lt;a href="http://bible.gospelcom.net/passage/?search=Proverbs%2017:%209;&amp;amp;version=45;" target="_blank"&gt;Proverbs 17: 9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So  also My heavenly Father will deal with every one of you if you do not  freely forgive your brother from your heart his offenses.  &lt;a href="http://bible.gospelcom.net/passage/?search=Matthew%2018:%2035;&amp;amp;version=45;" target="_blank"&gt;Matthew 18: 35&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;For I will be merciful and gracious toward their sins and I will remember their deeds of unrighteousness no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bible.gospelcom.net/passage/?search=Hebrews%208:%2012;&amp;amp;version=45;" target="_blank"&gt;Hebrews 8: 12&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And  whenever you stand praying, if you have anything against anyone,  forgive him and let it drop (leave it, let it go), in order that your  Father Who is in heaven may also forgive you your [own] failings and  shortcomings and let them drop. &lt;a href="http://bible.gospelcom.net/passage/?search=Mark%2011:%2025;&amp;amp;version=45;" target="_blank"&gt;Mark 11:25&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Blessed  (happy, fortunate, to be envied) is he who has forgiveness of his  transgression continually exercised upon him, whose sin is covered.  &lt;a href="http://bible.gospelcom.net/passage/?search=Psalm%2032:%201;&amp;amp;version=45;" target="_blank"&gt;Psalm 32: 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ephesians 4:31-32&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Let  all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander be put away  from you, along with all malice. Be kind to one another, tenderhearted,  forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.(attitude: loving  and forgiving just like God forgave you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well...It's pretty clear what the Bible says about forgiveness. It has no exceptions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry folks... it's clear... regardless of your situation or who your enemies are... The Bible says to FORGIVE... TO&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="ssens"&gt;"give up resentment of or claim to requital for &lt;span class="vi"&gt;&amp;lt;&lt;em&gt;forgive&lt;/em&gt; an insult&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="ssens"&gt; &lt;span class="break"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em class="sn"&gt;b&lt;/em&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; to grant relief from payment of &lt;span class="vi"&gt;&amp;lt;&lt;em&gt;forgive&lt;/em&gt; a debt&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; to cease to feel resentment against (an offender)"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ssens"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ssens"&gt;Now I will say this... I believe forgiveness is a CHOICE/STEP in a PROCESS.. Of course you aren't going to instantly feel okay toward that person/people, like magic..but the CHOICE to make the effort is what will get you there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ssens"&gt;With all this being said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ssens"&gt;I have had people I hold very dear to my heart do some very dirty things to my family throughout my life. Lies have been told, attempts to tear my family and my parents apart have been made. Things have been done behind our backs. Other than that, people have used my family. People have manipulated and twisted the truth regarding my family. People have put on Christian masks but have done evil while making themselves look good. All this has made me sick. BUT REGARDLESS OF ALL THIS...I CHOOSE TO FORGIVE, BECAUSE GOD FORGAVE ME. I CHOOSE TO HAVE &lt;b&gt;JOY &lt;/b&gt;BY &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;FORGIVING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. THE ONLY PERSON YOU ARE HURTING BY NOT, IS YOURSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ssens"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ssens"&gt;Now with THAT being said... I don't think that is is right to stand by and not address evil and dissension being done by another Christian brother or sister. We need accountability as the body of Christ.&amp;nbsp; Address that person DIRECTLY (otherwise it is gossip and you are then creating dissension) and in your heart FORGIVE them. And I say this,..PLEASE, when I do something out of line with God's Word, tell me, and I will work on it. (Gal. 6:1/1Cor. 5:12/1 Cor. 12) ...If I see someone doing wrong towards another person...I'LL CALL YOU OUT. Don't underestimate quiet little Maggie. I don't put up with crap.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ssens"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ssens"&gt;In ending,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ssens"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ssens"&gt;I have had to ask God to forgive ME, for doing wrong towards others. And not forgiving. And for slashing and talking behind backs of those who have hurt me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ssens"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ssens"&gt;Let us all forgive one another despite ANYTHING, and&lt;/span&gt; "let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds" -Hebrews 10:24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh of Relief*...Starting to feel better already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margarite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS...I understand that with this post I now have to uphold everything I've said in here.&lt;br /&gt;...CRAP.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ssens"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-2091947219077431894?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/2091947219077431894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=2091947219077431894&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/2091947219077431894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/2091947219077431894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2011/12/yucky-subject-cringe.html' title='The Yucky Subject. *CRINGE*'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YCYfMedgxfo/Tvtb30PCuoI/AAAAAAAAJZ4/U5L8jaj6k2M/s72-c/home-alone.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-7715985956844040997</id><published>2011-11-19T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T16:46:50.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens when you plant a nomad....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Wow, wow, wowzers it's been a million years since I wrote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What happened?&lt;/b&gt; Life got....busy.. and not quite as adventurous as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Although, It's not been bad. God is doing so much in this season of my life. Although I'm a&lt;b&gt; &lt;i&gt;nomadic soul&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, it's sometimes good to settle for a bit. To be planted. When you are &lt;b&gt;planted&lt;/b&gt;...you can &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;grow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eBwa5uAP0w8/TshGCsj29XI/AAAAAAAAJXU/QL4-sUOKJ_4/s1600/images-2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eBwa5uAP0w8/TshGCsj29XI/AAAAAAAAJXU/QL4-sUOKJ_4/s1600/images-2.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Since Randy started his deployment, I've been (or should I say God's been) working on myself quite a bit. I started back to music school. And I got involved in church. I decorated MY (rented) home. I became responsible. Took care of a pup. I'm finding out more and more each day who I am and what I am indeed capable of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I hate Randy being away, but having to be by myself and carry two lives on my shoulders has made me stronger, and wiser. I've found myself doing things that I never in a million years thought I'd be good at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I, MAGGIE DOWNS, manage finances!! (&lt;b&gt;GASP!!!!&lt;/b&gt;) And keep a clean house (most of the time)!! And take care of a dog-child! And work (part-time, but still.)!And still manage to pass all my classes! Don't get me wrong....I don't do this all in my power. It's all through Christ who gives me renewed strength each and every day. He knows I NEED it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It has all been a growing/stretching/molding process, that has not been so easy at times, but I am so proud of the person all this is making me! And I can't wait to see what the remainder of this deployment does to me! I feel that God is molding me to become a better wife, a one-day fantastic mother, more of a contribution to society, and a better a representation of Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;In more specific news,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Randy came home recently for his mid-tour leave. It was a great 2.5 weeks. We got to live regular life together! No vacation, just living everyday life together. Oh how I've missed it. We did go to Ohio to see family and friends, though, and had a fantastic time. For a 1st Year Anniversary gift I bought Randy and I Ohio State tix and invited his brother, Brandon, and his girlfriend, Liliana, to come with!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fg7dBl8KKsA/TshGbQ1nTmI/AAAAAAAAJXc/7gQtXEydVrI/s1600/313262_10150518990809741_763204740_11438174_1931357040_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fg7dBl8KKsA/TshGbQ1nTmI/AAAAAAAAJXc/7gQtXEydVrI/s400/313262_10150518990809741_763204740_11438174_1931357040_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have to say...I was pretty darn proud of this gift. I don't think I'll EVER be able to top it! HA! We had a BLAST! The game was awesome (stress-inducing, but AWESOME) and the company was even better. :o) I can't wait til our next double-date!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Randy left a little over a week ago. He's made it safely to his "home" for the next few months. I miss him terribly, but I am oh so proud of my husband &amp;amp; what he's doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1VbuBVlVZpw/TshG9bXOLuI/AAAAAAAAJXs/Te4FjoFtPFE/s1600/306300_197708243640236_107030232708038_435034_877833974_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1VbuBVlVZpw/TshG9bXOLuI/AAAAAAAAJXs/Te4FjoFtPFE/s320/306300_197708243640236_107030232708038_435034_877833974_n.jpg" width="293" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(Photo taken by Marcie Talley w Lyrical Lifestyle Photography...She's AMAZING!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;SO. PROUD.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;On another note,&amp;nbsp;Kujo was hit by a car this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xlRRhxBnuno/TshLWuCBfFI/AAAAAAAAJX0/e0IfRl9iHHQ/s1600/310794_10150555238469278_640009277_11967296_1401960352_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xlRRhxBnuno/TshLWuCBfFI/AAAAAAAAJX0/e0IfRl9iHHQ/s1600/310794_10150555238469278_640009277_11967296_1401960352_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Yes, he's alive. God knows how much that pup means to me. He's been the best little companion while Randy's been gone. God knew that...and He CARED! He &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;CARED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! About a &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;dog&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! He showed me just how much he really does CARE-about EVERY detail of my life. So glad my Kujo-Bear is okay. He's quite sore, but he's been gaining strength and recovering quickly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;..... &amp;amp; that is all for today, kids. I need not desert my blog like I have. I'll try to do better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Goodbye, my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;-Margarite.&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/513338543158913795-7715985956844040997?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/7715985956844040997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=7715985956844040997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/7715985956844040997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/7715985956844040997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2011/11/what-happens-when-you-plant-nomad.html' title='What happens when you plant a nomad....'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eBwa5uAP0w8/TshGCsj29XI/AAAAAAAAJXU/QL4-sUOKJ_4/s72-c/images-2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-3389182842700250263</id><published>2011-09-01T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T19:17:53.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Huggin' Molly's"...A Scrumptious Step Back in Time.</title><content type='html'>I apologize (once again) for not blogging in so long. School started recently and it's been madness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm writing a food&amp;nbsp;blog. (And yes, I know it looks ridiculously LONG, but it's only because of all the photos that I thought were necessary).&amp;nbsp;I think that there are certain little places of food that need to be recognized. A couple of weekends ago my mom and dad took me and Abbey to Abbeville, AL to &lt;strong&gt;Huggin' Molly's&lt;/strong&gt;. To be honest, I was a little hesitant to go considering it was 45 minutes away from Enterprise. But OOOOOH, was it worth the ride! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6SFQ-bs408U/TmAYdN9yHYI/AAAAAAAAJR4/FS26hezdYac/s1600/Picnik+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6SFQ-bs408U/TmAYdN9yHYI/AAAAAAAAJR4/FS26hezdYac/s400/Picnik+collage.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huggin' Molly's&lt;/strong&gt; is located in the quiet downtown of Abbeville,AL in what used to be an old drugstore/soda fountain and when you walk in the door you can tell! It's like stepping back in time! The entrance takes you into the actual drugstore part where there are candy jars filled with goodies and a homemade cake sittin' on the counter. And of course, the old-fashioned&amp;nbsp;soda fountain!&amp;nbsp;Also, original "artifacts" from the drugstore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BiAMbfGseJE/TmAlD2rY5dI/AAAAAAAAJSU/dkf3mdQrmVQ/s1600/candy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BiAMbfGseJE/TmAlD2rY5dI/AAAAAAAAJSU/dkf3mdQrmVQ/s320/candy.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the back-left is the entrance to the actual restaurant section. You walk in to see old/vintage posters and advertisements on the wall adding to the 50's feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2HMU23NSzx8/TmAaIH1QaQI/AAAAAAAAJR8/e_uYiSqdaoo/s1600/50s.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2HMU23NSzx8/TmAaIH1QaQI/AAAAAAAAJR8/e_uYiSqdaoo/s320/50s.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huggin' Molly's is the place to go in Abbeville. The environment is lively and friendly. I saw all ages, old and young. There&amp;nbsp;I saw&amp;nbsp;big families laughing together, couples having a nice quiet dinner, and some girlfriends just&amp;nbsp;catching up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LYvDgCfFl1Y/TmAbMkfftHI/AAAAAAAAJSA/8Xs2wznCHK0/s1600/dinner+menu.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LYvDgCfFl1Y/TmAbMkfftHI/AAAAAAAAJSA/8Xs2wznCHK0/s320/dinner+menu.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the menu is Huggin' Molly herself,&amp;nbsp;the lendary 7ft tall, round woman who wandered the streets after dark, chasing children to whom she could give a big ole' hug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;As for the food... WOW. oh WOW. There's a WIDE variety of options. Sandwiches, burgers, steaks, porkchops, pasta, chicken... and on, and on...&amp;nbsp; Also, when you're seated, they serve hot, freshly made homemade rolls! Excellent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-odbgb0BC4pE/TmAo02r7wVI/AAAAAAAAJSg/iqExtZrtYqY/s1600/rolls.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-odbgb0BC4pE/TmAo02r7wVI/AAAAAAAAJSg/iqExtZrtYqY/s320/rolls.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abs and I ordered the sirloin... Was the perfect size, not real thick...but FULL of flavor and juuuicy :o)&amp;nbsp;The meal also came with 2 sides of our choice. The garlic mash potatoes were mmm,mmm, good and the mixed veggies were cooked and buttered nicely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gONadn7qCAQ/TmAcoEBT6jI/AAAAAAAAJSE/Ai8gEpeClRY/s1600/steak.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gONadn7qCAQ/TmAcoEBT6jI/AAAAAAAAJSE/Ai8gEpeClRY/s320/steak.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad ordered the hamburger steak. . OH MY...Best hamburger steak I've EVER devoured! It had a smoky taste almost..SO much FLAVOR and the gravy was SCRUMPTIOUS! Being the sweet fatha' he is, he let me mooch off of him. And did I...whatever he let me have disappeared in a matter of seconds! Also, served with homecut fries..didn't try those, but they look pretty dern good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KEgER0mguis/TmAeW37sNTI/AAAAAAAAJSM/ru1dIl6X2qk/s1600/hamburger.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KEgER0mguis/TmAeW37sNTI/AAAAAAAAJSM/ru1dIl6X2qk/s320/hamburger.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Mom, she went with the chicken pot-pie. I'm not a real big pot-pie person...Actually, I'm NOT a pot-pie person AT ALL so I can't tell you first hand how good it was..But Mom seemed to like it....A LOT. She pretty much destroyed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-twxJSP4DaIg/TmAeeH-cGCI/AAAAAAAAJSQ/JrblAIzaFx4/s1600/chicken+pot+pie.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-twxJSP4DaIg/TmAeeH-cGCI/AAAAAAAAJSQ/JrblAIzaFx4/s320/chicken+pot+pie.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was dinner, now for dessert.&lt;strong&gt; Huggin' Molly's&lt;/strong&gt; had one of THE BEST dessert menus I've ever laid my suga'-lovin' eyes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBSqC5DSf7Y/TmAleDm0KpI/AAAAAAAAJSY/SJj4S_REKBM/s1600/menu.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBSqC5DSf7Y/TmAleDm0KpI/AAAAAAAAJSY/SJj4S_REKBM/s640/menu.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was oh so hard to decide, but I do love a nice warm slice of apple pie (with&amp;nbsp;vanilla ice-cream melting over it)&amp;nbsp;and I couldn't resist. Mom ordered the peach pie (the whole reason why she wanted to come here in the first place), and Abs ordered Molly's Half Brother (basically an ooey-gooey brownie topped with ice-cream). Oh Laaaaaawd, it was Heaven on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2k5NkMTTk-0/TmAllxVKp3I/AAAAAAAAJSc/v0s1zJr3oYI/s1600/dessert+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="121" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2k5NkMTTk-0/TmAllxVKp3I/AAAAAAAAJSc/v0s1zJr3oYI/s400/dessert+collage.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was my dining experience at &lt;strong&gt;Huggin' Molly's&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm definately going back...&amp;amp; taking Randy with me when he returns. He'll LOVE it. And so will you! GO!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Maggie Review: (measured in smiles 1-5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atmosphere&lt;/strong&gt;- :):):):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food&lt;/strong&gt;- :):):):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Service&lt;/strong&gt;- :):):):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Price&lt;/strong&gt;- $$&amp;nbsp; (out of $$$$..$ being oober cheap &amp;amp; $$$$ being rediculous&amp;nbsp;expensive. They have&amp;nbsp;pretty decent pricing, especially for the amount of and deliciousness of food!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dessert&lt;/strong&gt; (Yes, it deserves to be rated)- :):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want more information visit their TOTALLY ROCKIN' site! ... &lt;a href="http://www.hugginmollys.com/"&gt;HUGGIN' MOLLY'S.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you can find out more about the history, look at photos, find out their hours and exact location, view the menus, and even buy Huggin' Molly's merchandise! :o) &lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;On another note...&lt;br /&gt;Randy comes home tomorrow for Labor Day weekend before he flies out to&amp;nbsp;Hungary. I'm so excited to see my love! Time to go straighten up and get everything ready for his arrival! Later y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Margarite.&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-3389182842700250263?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/3389182842700250263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=3389182842700250263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/3389182842700250263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/3389182842700250263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2011/09/huggin-mollysa-scrumptious-step-back-in.html' title='&quot;Huggin&apos; Molly&apos;s&quot;...A Scrumptious Step Back in Time.'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6SFQ-bs408U/TmAYdN9yHYI/AAAAAAAAJR4/FS26hezdYac/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-3641089278180353575</id><published>2011-07-08T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T22:53:56.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Outsmart a Pup..&amp; Other Things..</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been almost 2 weeks since Randy left for his pre-deployment training. &lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I got to see him last weekend. He was off for July 4th weekend, so I journeyed to the good ole land of Louisiana. We had planned on going to New Orleans, but found ourselves quite content with just enjoying our time with each other in Baton Rouge..where our hotel was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9JJyL5ZpObQ/ThfrcYLmxYI/AAAAAAAAJPM/n723kJC-5lU/s1600/261640_10150366910659278_640009277_10512011_3139346_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9JJyL5ZpObQ/ThfrcYLmxYI/AAAAAAAAJPM/n723kJC-5lU/s320/261640_10150366910659278_640009277_10512011_3139346_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louisiana...what a state. I don't mean that negatively. It was just different. &lt;br /&gt;Randy and I got lots of weird looks in small towns..it seems as if mixed marriages are looked down upon in "them parts". haha. Like I said on Facebook...just keep walking, and just keep smiling. (It confuses them ;o) &lt;br /&gt;It was a great weekend. It mostly consisted of laying around all day being lazy and relaxing. Most of the time I'm a get up and get out and DO something kind of person. But, it was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I have a cute story. We woke up Friday morning and were set on going out and finding a nice Breakfast joint. I looked on the GPS and found "Another Broken Egg", which I love... so we set out across town. We finally arrive to our destination and its a private driveway to apartments. Apparently, it had closed. No big deal. We were across the street from a nice outside mall..we spotted a security guard in the parking lot and tracked him down. He was this&amp;nbsp;nice old man. We pulled up and rolled down the window and asked&amp;nbsp;if he knew of a&amp;nbsp;good unique breakfast place around.&amp;nbsp;He thought&amp;nbsp;REALLY hard for a minute or two and all of a sudden this glow comes about on his face!&amp;nbsp;..As if he has had an epiphany or something! He then bursts out, "IHOP! There's this GREAT place called IHOP! You need to go try that IHOP. I eat there alot and it's real good...they got pancakes and just lots of good stuff." hahahaha. Bless his little heart. I just loved him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. The days that Randy and I have been a part haven't been too&amp;nbsp;bad. Although, you know I'd always perfer to have him here. I've been trying to keep myself busy busy busy. I've been making friends and hanging out with some great people. Which has been really good for me. :o)&lt;br /&gt;It's great being home. I've missed my family and familiarity..ya know? It's nice to go to Walmart and see a bajillion people I know. I'm not gonna lie..sometimes I go JUST for that reason. teehee. It seems to be the happenin' place in Enterprise. ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living on my own is a very new thing for me. I hope I don't sound dumb when I say this, but I've never really had to pay bills, and upkeep a house, and finances, and all that comes with living on your own. I lived with my parents until I got married. I was quite overwhelmed with the whole thing, up until Randy left and I've started just doing it. You just take one thing at a time. It's not so bad. :o) I love learning and growing. Things may not always be easy, but you learn from every&amp;nbsp;uneasy task/experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kujo pup has been my best friend. I think God created a special rank for dogs in the "animal kingdom"...I don't think they're "man's best friend" by accident. I think God made them that way. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, what joy that little runt brings to my day. :o) He's growing quickly. Gaining 10 pounds every month. He's also getting smarter. He never ceases to amaze me, that little fella! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-taKMoCI2sPQ/Thfq-HErBhI/AAAAAAAAJPI/lbdNtmgzibY/s1600/IMG_0925.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-taKMoCI2sPQ/Thfq-HErBhI/AAAAAAAAJPI/lbdNtmgzibY/s320/IMG_0925.JPG" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kuj loooves watermelon!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;Ha...the other day I was putting stuff in the car. Kujo and I were going to my parents' for the weekend. I opened the house door and Kujo shoots out the door. I put the things in the car and opened the passenger door for him. I called him and he stuck his butt up in the air and started pouncing around like he does when he wants to play. Oh dear. I walked slowly up to him and ALMOST got close enough to reach his collar when he dashed off. He ran around the yard a few times wanting me to chase him. I figured I'd bribe him. I grabbed a "Pupperoni" and dangled it out in front of me. No luck. I threw it in the car..Still no luck. I then bent down and laid it on the ground in front of me. He slowly crawled toward it. He got SO close! I reached for his collar and he dashed off again. AH! I was in a hurry! I had to outsmart that pup somehow! .... :o) ....So...I hopped in the car (leaving the door open) and started backing out of the driveway. "He stopped..his ears and eyebrows went up..and he bolted towards the car and jumped in. hahahaha. He thought Momma was gonna leave him! I love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure there's a lot more I could probably write about. But, I really only wrote this blog to make myself sleepy. And I am. So..Goodnight friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margarite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-3641089278180353575?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/3641089278180353575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=3641089278180353575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/3641089278180353575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/3641089278180353575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2011/07/how-to-outsmart-pup-other-things.html' title='How to Outsmart a Pup..&amp; Other Things..'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9JJyL5ZpObQ/ThfrcYLmxYI/AAAAAAAAJPM/n723kJC-5lU/s72-c/261640_10150366910659278_640009277_10512011_3139346_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-2019323114514130200</id><published>2011-05-26T15:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T15:24:01.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's that on your carpet?</title><content type='html'>Hey friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm attempting to blog via IPhone, so I'm going to go ahead &amp; apologize for any typos...Gotta love autocorrect. I have so many autocorrect stories. My phone loves to do stupid things like type "thongs" instead of "things", which can be really embarrassing if you're talking to someone important and professional. eek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Randy and I have moved to Troy, Al where I'll be completing school while he's deploying. I started piano lessons a couple weeks ago. Two intense hour long lessons per week. Phew. &lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love our little house. It's perfect for us. I've been having a blast FINALLY using all the stuff we got for our wedding. And decorating has been so exciting! &lt;br /&gt;Kujo loves his new home also. It's sooo much bigger than our Ohio apartment...which is good because he's growing fast. He's almost 4 months old! He's quite a mess... He loves to eat everything...especially things out of the trash can. That's a really bad thing since he has such a sensitive stomach. The other day his poor tummy was upset. I was in the office that morning and Kujo was sitting in there with me. I turned around and lo-&amp;-behold there was a tiny piece of yuck (you know what I'm talking about) on the floor. Ugh. He is getting REALLY good at pottytraining. This was totally involuntary, poor guy. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;I went to find something to clean it with and told Randy. He insisted that we use BLEACH. Well, I INSISTED that bleach would turn our tan carpet orange. "No it won't, trust me." he said. ....... :o) &lt;br /&gt;So, I said okay, if you insist, YOU go ahead and bleach the carpet. So he did. &lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later I noticed he was in the office and had shut the door. So, I decided I'd check on him. I walked in to see him sitting in the chair staring at the carpet. I look down and this is what I see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/26/3111.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/05/26/s_3111.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It turned orange," says my darling husband. Oh how I love him. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only is the carpet orange, but the first thing people think of when they see it is not usually a rocketship. Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess we'll be dying or replacing carpet. Any helpful tips????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, we are on our way to Birmingham. I can't wait to spend time with my family up there. They're awesome. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor thumb is getting tired. Must. Stop. Typing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps...please don't tell our landlord about that thing on our carpet. Let us. :o) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love to ya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margarite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-2019323114514130200?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/2019323114514130200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=2019323114514130200&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/2019323114514130200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/2019323114514130200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2011/05/what-that-on-your-carpet.html' title='What&amp;#39;s that on your carpet?'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-5125379529323682433</id><published>2011-04-26T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T11:29:35.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The things you'll do for love...</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my lovely friends and family who enjoy reading my thoughts, I apologize for not blogging in so long.&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I stopped thinking, I was just without a computer for a few weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is another one of packing. Randy and I are becoming professionals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most everyone knows already, I have a new distraction who is making my packing process not so productive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6AfORa11pZA/Tbb9kwwftJI/AAAAAAAAJO0/6Ml6CrYq0YE/s1600/kujo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6AfORa11pZA/Tbb9kwwftJI/AAAAAAAAJO0/6Ml6CrYq0YE/s320/kujo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh, how I love this precious pup. &lt;br /&gt;He's mah best friend when Randy's away. &lt;br /&gt;Even Randy agrees that goodbyes aren't so bad anymore...considering he doesn't have to drown in puddles of tears. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a puppy has given me a teeny tiny taste of what being a mommy is like. (There's a billion times more to being a real mommy). I've had to do the not so pleasantest of things. Like the other day..&lt;br /&gt;"Jo" and I were spending the night at a hotel in Bowling Green on our way back to Ohio Thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;He had to potty so I let him out in the grass. He did his business and I realized there was something hanging from his butt.....it was a turd...and it just would NOT fall. Kujo was going CRAZY because of the hanging turd. I bent down, looked closely, and realized it was hanging from a nice long hair. Kujo loves to attack my hair when I'm sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had to do the unthinkable. &lt;br /&gt;I looked around to make sure no one was looking as I slowly pulled the rest of the loooong Maggie-hair out of my poor pups behind. Oh my. Disgusting. I hope no one saw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks have been busy but extremely productive. Randy was in training for two weeks, so I was in Alabama taking care of things. He have found a CUTE CUTE CUTE house to rent in Troy. I absolutely love it. It's perfect for us. It's close to school, but out in the country so it's quiet. &lt;br /&gt;I think my favorite part of the whole house is the spacey kitchen. AHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;Compare the kitchen I currently cook meals in compared to the one I get to start cooking in&amp;nbsp;in a week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4AnbzanNgNA/TbcCqNSJ01I/AAAAAAAAJO4/w30hMfnvWXo/s1600/Picnik+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4AnbzanNgNA/TbcCqNSJ01I/AAAAAAAAJO4/w30hMfnvWXo/s400/Picnik+collage.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On another note, my musical side has started flourishing again. :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;God has been making some crazy awesome things happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've started singing on the worship team at Highpointe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It feels so good to lead people into worship again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Also, I auditioned for an ensemble last week at Troy University.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I thought I did absolutely horrible at my audition since I haven't really sung in so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BUT, I made it! AND, I was offered a position in the Jazz ensemble I had made a year ago but couldn't participate in because of my conflicting schedule. That was such a fantastic surprise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And these ensembles give scholarship money!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Also, someone offered me to give me a guitar. So now I have a little gee-tar to write on. :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Randy came home Saturday from A.T. and I arrived back from Alabama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The only thing I like about being apart from my husband is that coming back together is so sweet. I just love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday he called me and told me to be ready by 12:30 because he had a surprise for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was thinking a nice romantic&amp;nbsp;lunch? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I asked him what we were doing. He said, "It's something you HAVE to experience before you leave Ohio."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He arrived at home and we left for the "surprise"....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E_ZQA2OAvzY/TbcFXp8okPI/AAAAAAAAJO8/QFkZ2EUIzPM/s1600/ohio+state+picnik.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E_ZQA2OAvzY/TbcFXp8okPI/AAAAAAAAJO8/QFkZ2EUIzPM/s400/ohio+state+picnik.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...the Ohio State spring game. pahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That boy's a mess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But it was neat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait to watch the Royal Wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's going to be..just magical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I saw someone post on Facebook the other day that they didn't understand why the US was so intrigued by the BRITISH royal wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Because it's history!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;WORLD history that will be remembered forever...that will be written in future History books. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Do you think she EVER imagined as a young girl that she would one day be a PRINCESS? Do you think that Kate's parents ever thought their daughter would be making history?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HjkjBNlXMJE/TbcJy7Rg8pI/AAAAAAAAJPA/qoBqTScdQos/s1600/disney-princess-group1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HjkjBNlXMJE/TbcJy7Rg8pI/AAAAAAAAJPA/qoBqTScdQos/s320/disney-princess-group1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's a modern fairy tale. Call me a hopeless and nieve romantic if you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But, I love it. :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These are the thoughts of Maggie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-5125379529323682433?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/5125379529323682433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=5125379529323682433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/5125379529323682433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/5125379529323682433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2011/04/things-youll-do-for-love.html' title='The things you&apos;ll do for love...'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6AfORa11pZA/Tbb9kwwftJI/AAAAAAAAJO0/6Ml6CrYq0YE/s72-c/kujo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-267043900051646195</id><published>2011-03-10T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T09:32:31.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Army Strong Wives</title><content type='html'>Listening to "God Only Knows" by the Beach Boys...I really love this song.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;As you know, Randy's deploying to Afghanistan in June for almost a year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2S7iwVyv7FQ/TXkIQDwjurI/AAAAAAAAJOw/7CPs_4qcKk4/s1600/photo+4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2S7iwVyv7FQ/TXkIQDwjurI/AAAAAAAAJOw/7CPs_4qcKk4/s320/photo+4.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been a lot of mixed emotions...&lt;br /&gt;On faithless days I ask God if He really knows what He's doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did He forget that we were apart from each other our whole engagement? Doesn't He remember how hard that was for me? Doesn't He realize we JUST got married &amp;amp; doesn't he realize that&amp;nbsp;we had plans for our life together after we got married? Honestly, I get angry at Him on those negative days. I tell Him how unfair it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, He reminds me that He has a plan. That my plan is miniscule compared to His. And He shines light in the dark. He shows me all the positives. He shows me just a glimpse of how He's working in this...for good..Not to harm us. And when I fear for my hubby's life, He reminds me of the Bible verse that I've had memorized since I was 13 years old. The one that I say every day: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Angel of the Lord encamps those who fear Him and He rescues them." -Psalm 34:7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and Randy does fear Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has sent women my way to encourage me and to build my faith, and I appreciate it so much. I want to choose to have FAITH in this and only listen to people who build it. Oh, and....I guess I can't really ever get mad at God for allowing my Randy to be deployed. I DID marry a soldier.....&amp;amp; I am so proud of him. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to accept things, &amp;amp; to be the best little military wife I can be.I choose to trust that God is in control. It is, in fact, a&amp;nbsp;choice.&amp;nbsp;I know I'm not the only one dealing with this. There are so many military wives around the country/world dealing with the same issues. But, what a great thing unity is. And what a great thing it is when we stand by one another&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; strengthen each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that one day God will use ME to inspire &amp;amp; encourage&amp;nbsp;the young women who will stand where I am now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encouraging stories aren't the only thing needed, though, to stay positive and build faith.. Over the past&amp;nbsp;four months, I've realized how much of a neccessity prayer is. Since being married, I've REALLY had to depend on God. &lt;br /&gt;We've had many frustrations over the past few weeks/months on top of the whole deployment thing. I hate to see my husband frustrated. He tells me things that we're dealing with that bring worry initially. But then, Oh my...I remember that my God is so much bigger than ANY body or ANY thing. And we pray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And WOW, what peace that brings to your life. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...These are the thoughts of a military wife....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-267043900051646195?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/267043900051646195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=267043900051646195&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/267043900051646195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/267043900051646195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2011/03/army-strong-wives.html' title='Army Strong Wives'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2S7iwVyv7FQ/TXkIQDwjurI/AAAAAAAAJOw/7CPs_4qcKk4/s72-c/photo+4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-5289611185193790116</id><published>2011-03-08T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T13:54:04.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These are a Few of My Favorite Things...</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness... THIS IS AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;I dream of having a floating balloon house..one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.publicradio.org/columns/marketplace/business-news-briefs/2011/03/national_geographic_tests_the.html"&gt;National Geographic tests the logic of Pixar's 'Up' News In Brief Marketplace from American Public Media&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this on the Today Show this morning...&amp;amp; put me in a really happy mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we have been in the South for a week. We spent a few days in Alabama. I've been sleeping like a baby since being home. I like that.&lt;br /&gt;It's been fantastic seeing all of mi familia. I love them so much. I appreciate them all. Here's a recap of my week in Alabama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night we stopped in Birmingham on our way to Enterprise. The next morning we ate breakfast with Aunt LeeAnn, Sydney, &amp;amp; Andrew (cousins).&lt;br /&gt;I love them and have missed them so much! They are really fun people. :o) Then we hit the road and headed to Troy where we took care of school stuff. I was invited to attend piano studio and to meet with a couple of my instructors to discuss school plans while Randy's deployed. My, oh, my... I can't tell you how blessed I am to have supportive/helpful instructors like I have. It was good seeing my friends too. I've missed my good friend Wendy Cho. She's awesome...She put a smile on my face every day last year at school. She even threw me a birthday party in Music History class for my 21st birthday! :o) We also stopped by and saw JanJan at work. I've missed my JanJan visits at work between classes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, then we went home. Mom opened the door with a huge welcoming smile on her face. We ate at Cutt's...ofcourse. You should if you're in Enterprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was Daddio's birthday. He's 50! Wowzers. That makes ME feel old. ...I mean, not that you're old Dad. No, not old at all. Just "seasoned." :o)&lt;br /&gt;That night we went to the trailer park so I could see my babies. Oh how I love them. Mom asked Randy and I to go to a house with her to ask a dad of a couple of my babies for money so the mother could pay the power bill. They had been without electricity for a week or two :o( and had a "string"(extension cord-the little girl called it a "string" lol) going from her house to another family's house. Wow. I can't imagine living that way. I am so blessed. Probably overblessed. And I proooobably have no reason to ever complain. That's not the worst that's going on in their house either. That's a whole 'nother (horribly sad) story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Thursday was Daddy's birthday celebration. All three Averett gals were home along with hubby/fiancee/boyfriend. I love it when we're all home. Good times. :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It was a fun night. Lots of laughs and some really yummy steaks Randy grilled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3lYIvbQNRd0/TXZc796kK_I/AAAAAAAAJOc/vtJsS75VH4M/s1600/IMG_3159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3lYIvbQNRd0/TXZc796kK_I/AAAAAAAAJOc/vtJsS75VH4M/s320/IMG_3159.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have I ever told you that I have the most outstanding daddy in the world? He's extraordinary. I wish everybody could have a dad like him. I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was dinner with Mom's fam. We went to McLin's. Oh my. My favorite. Randy says his steaks are way better than theirs...Don't tell him, but Mclin's&amp;nbsp;ribeye&amp;nbsp;is my favorite...but his are really good too. :o)&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went to&amp;nbsp;my grandparents'&amp;nbsp;house where Nana demonstrated to us how to safely and effectively clean your ears. Very entertaining.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dce86ee71cf2fed3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddce86ee71cf2fed3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331774026%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7957C3DBEBDB9165EDD6FE66F04FFCB3CB87E946.5D34254193DEF3293D0AB78821531BC733C165B7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddce86ee71cf2fed3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dd0tMjZuUwcS3d51u9Y_OdvFBHbg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddce86ee71cf2fed3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331774026%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7957C3DBEBDB9165EDD6FE66F04FFCB3CB87E946.5D34254193DEF3293D0AB78821531BC733C165B7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddce86ee71cf2fed3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dd0tMjZuUwcS3d51u9Y_OdvFBHbg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;AND...This was the result. Warning: If you have a weak stomache, what you are about to see is SLIGHTLY yucky :o) ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fea8d43eee270360" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfea8d43eee270360%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331774026%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5C7B70BD0A9C5C4CA42A1DE2659FE0F04C444FFA.77784D0DE5661EBAC6B0D54773118EADDB387364%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfea8d43eee270360%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dttl5vhvOd9-JFBqyuajGEdLmDvM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfea8d43eee270360%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331774026%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5C7B70BD0A9C5C4CA42A1DE2659FE0F04C444FFA.77784D0DE5661EBAC6B0D54773118EADDB387364%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfea8d43eee270360%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dttl5vhvOd9-JFBqyuajGEdLmDvM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;:o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday night was dinner with DonDon , Uncle Earl, &amp;amp; Granny. Fun times. The waiter was super. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He gave us free mud pie and made an aluminum duck filled with rolls to take home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Finny9F31Kg/TXZ56G7HFkI/AAAAAAAAJOg/dvb6h3Yar9A/s1600/dondon+duck.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Finny9F31Kg/TXZ56G7HFkI/AAAAAAAAJOg/dvb6h3Yar9A/s320/dondon+duck.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday we went to church, visited Lifegroup (where today a year ago,we met!) and headed to Destin where we are til Friday. Ah, it's lovely. &amp;amp; I might get to stay another week!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rft6GR2Za74/TXZ8lXezCbI/AAAAAAAAJOk/jsukaNoEeAg/s1600/beach+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="101" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rft6GR2Za74/TXZ8lXezCbI/AAAAAAAAJOk/jsukaNoEeAg/s400/beach+collage.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love Randy. Isn't he a cutie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...And those are the thoughts of Maggie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-5289611185193790116?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/5289611185193790116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=5289611185193790116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/5289611185193790116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/5289611185193790116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2011/03/flying-houses.html' title='These are a Few of My Favorite Things...'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3lYIvbQNRd0/TXZc796kK_I/AAAAAAAAJOc/vtJsS75VH4M/s72-c/IMG_3159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-1318831735525708979</id><published>2011-02-26T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T10:07:41.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking News!</title><content type='html'>BREAKING NEWS! This just in... WE LIVE IN THE HOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy went to the Barber Shop down the street the day before yesterday. He asked the barber to tell him about the area. His words exactly, "Well....Ya in da hood." Hrm, excellent. He also gave Randy&amp;nbsp;some&amp;nbsp;other useful info about the area. &lt;br /&gt;1. Our apartment building used to be druggie-ridden. Until they kicked most of them out and did renovations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I think we still have "weed-ies" in the room below us..because the smell seeps up through our radiators. UM,Yuck. I have a headache today it's so bad. Yep, I'll be filing a complaint today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't be walking the streets past 8 or ya gonna get robbed. Hrm, I don't think I'll be walking the streets before 8 either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our apartment serves its purpose. Just gives us a place to lay our heads when we are actually home and not traveling. It's REALLY cheap..just $550 per month, all utilities included. We should have known there was a REASON why it's so cheap. ha.&amp;nbsp;They ARE renovating though so it's not bad. I have a reccomendation for the next renovation. Replace these super sensitive fire detectives with something else. Randy and I had an incident the other night. We bought ribeyes and started cooking them on our grill pan. Well, stupid us...We forgot the fact that ribeyes are fatty which means they produce a lot of smoke when cooked. Smoke started billowing from the pan so we opened the windows. Well,.....that didn't work. I fanned the fire detectors and kept them clear of the smoke. Aaaaand...that didn't work either. They go off...BOTH of them..they are within 6 feet of each other. You can imagine how loud it was. Oh, I was so embarrassed! I knew all of our neighbors heard it and was afraid we were creating an apartment-wide panic! After a while we FINALLY got them to stop. Whew. A few minutes later then firemen came and knocked on our door. I opened the door and told him we were just cooking and everything was ok. They left. Then the security guard came up and wrote an incident report. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say though...it was worth all that trouble. Those ribeyes were the bomb! :o)&amp;nbsp; We'll stick to chicken from now on though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the security guard told Randy the other day that we weren't in trouble. He said that in the past week FIVE people have set off the fire detectors because they're so sensitive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was Randy's Grandma's 70th Birthday. The family gathered at her house and ate pizza, wing, ribs (oh my, his grandpa makes the BEST!) and cake..and had a great time. We sang happy birthday and let her blow out the candles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-131f126a42b06836" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D131f126a42b06836%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331774026%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA6646782E526F0E1F29A35F2F64942E6770761F.1E23F512593B8798D6DAB5DC84F6D4B760E7A150%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D131f126a42b06836%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DefJ8v377XNINmN2E9gobcj2b6jo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D131f126a42b06836%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331774026%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA6646782E526F0E1F29A35F2F64942E6770761F.1E23F512593B8798D6DAB5DC84F6D4B760E7A150%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D131f126a42b06836%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DefJ8v377XNINmN2E9gobcj2b6jo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's&amp;nbsp;so cute. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Randy's at drill today. So I'm singing, playing, and writing my day away. Oh..and PACKING for &lt;strong&gt;ALABAMA&lt;/strong&gt; and the &lt;strong&gt;BEACH&lt;/strong&gt;!!! AAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Maggie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! PS! Look at this awesome egg Randy cracked open the other morning. TWINS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-qnFrra0Eoio/TWlAHQ-poeI/AAAAAAAAJNk/mhU2CSt7fRs/s1600/egg.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-qnFrra0Eoio/TWlAHQ-poeI/AAAAAAAAJNk/mhU2CSt7fRs/s320/egg.JPG" width="240" /&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/513338543158913795-1318831735525708979?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/1318831735525708979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=1318831735525708979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/1318831735525708979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/1318831735525708979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2011/02/breaking-news.html' title='Breaking News!'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-qnFrra0Eoio/TWlAHQ-poeI/AAAAAAAAJNk/mhU2CSt7fRs/s72-c/egg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-7323067023786339386</id><published>2011-02-20T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T08:15:44.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break My Heart for What Breaks Yours..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9rv4DlVXra4/TWHyeUkzXMI/AAAAAAAAJNg/XiCW2GP07mI/s1600/rock+city.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9rv4DlVXra4/TWHyeUkzXMI/AAAAAAAAJNg/XiCW2GP07mI/s320/rock+city.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(pssst..This logo was not created by me, it was created by someone else..If I found out who that person is, I will definately give them credit)&lt;/div&gt;Today was an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;outstanding &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;day! Randy &amp;amp; I went&amp;nbsp;to this new church called Rock City in Columbus and we both LOVE it! HOORAH! Then we had lunch with the couple, Meridith and Kyle,&amp;nbsp;who led us to this awesome church!&lt;br /&gt;God is so, just, crazy mind-blowing. Randy and I got to Columbus and instantly started looking for a church. We tried a couple, but, they just weren't for us. I was super frustrated. I've ALWAYS been involved in a church. I've never had to LOOK for a church. So, we went to God about it, ofcourse. We wanted a place where we could receive and grow but also a place where we could serve and help others. &lt;br /&gt;Well... A few weeks ago, I was shopping in Easton for house stuff. I had been looking aroud for a couple hours and Randy was about to get off so I decided it was time to head that way to pick him up. I decided to stop at Target, though, to look at rugs before I left Easton, even though there's one RIGHT across from Randy's work. I went to the rug aisle and was browsing through the rug collection when a girl walked by me. I noticed her SUPER cute hair. She walked to another aisle and I continued my browsing. A second later though she came back and told me how cute my outfit was. I told her how cute her hair was...and VUALA! Conversation. :o) LOL. We chatted for a few minutes and all of a sudden she asked if Randy and I were looking for a church. I said YES! She told me about&amp;nbsp; her church called Rock City in Columbus. She talked about how awesome it was, and gave me their card. So I went onto the&amp;nbsp;church&amp;nbsp;Facebook site and realized that it's an ARC church! (Assembly of Related Churches...which is what we had been looking for it's the association that my church at home is under)&amp;nbsp;I was so ecstatic. I told Randy and he said we'd visit as soon as we got back from DC. (We were leaving the next day for 3 weeks) &lt;br /&gt;We went today, and think we've found "the one". LOL. Thank you, God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others might call the situation coincidence, but I call in divine appointment. Ahhhh, I never get bored serving God. He amazes me more and more every day. :o) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should check the church out, it's really cool. Right now it's in the pre-launch phase...The actual official launch of the church is April 3, 2011 at the AMC Cinemas near Ohio State Campus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rockcitychurch.tv/"&gt;Check out the Rock City Church Website HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed the sermon today. At one point in it the pastor talked about how we as Christians should mourn for those who are lost..our hearts should break for those who are broken and don't know the over- whelmingly amazing love of God. Which reminds me of something that happened later in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy and I had just helped pack up his sister's house and were on our way to their new house when we passed this used car lot. There was a car pulled up to it and a guy was picking up a girl trying to shove her in the car. We thought they were playing around..until I saw the look on the girl's face..then I knew it was bad stuff. So I told Randy we needed to turn around. We went back and pulled up...apparently another couple saw what was going on too because they pulled up the same time we did. Randy and the other guy got out and approached the guy and girl. They asked what was going on. The boy got REALLY defensive and told them to mind their own business.&amp;nbsp;He told them to leave.&amp;nbsp;The girl was apparently his girlfriend &amp;amp; the comments he made made the implication that she was HIS and he had the RIGHT to treat her any way he wanted.&amp;nbsp;But Randy and the other man stood their ground. He got&amp;nbsp;very angry&amp;nbsp;and started cussing the other guy out. Every few second though he'd turn around and pick up the girl and try to push her in the car. He wanted her to get in the car and leave and she didn't want to. (Obviously there's a reason why she didn't want to go.) I was on FIRE at this point. He kept cussing the girl out while shoving her. She stood there crying with a helpless look on her face. She didn't say anything. It pushed me over the edge. I got out of our car. I walked to the car and asked if the girl wanted to come with me. The guy told me to get in the car and mind my business. I told him he didn't know how to treat a woman. He cussed me out. Eh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;He took off his shirt and acted like he wanted to fight. The other lady and myself both called the police. They came and handled the situation from there. Apparently, they've delt with this couple before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does she keep going back? Why does she tolerate such disrespect and verbal (possibly physical) abuse from her "boyfriend"? Maybe she feels insecure? Maybe she feels trapped? Or threatened? &lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I so pray for this girl. That one day she would know how she &lt;strong&gt;DESERVES&lt;/strong&gt; to be treated by a man. I pray that she would come to meet the Man who died for her and rose again so that she could not only be forgiven and get to spend eternity with Him, but so that she could experience a &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; that not even the most amazing guy on Earth could give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ouchy&lt;/strong&gt;, my heart hurts for girls like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the thoughts of Maggie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-7323067023786339386?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/7323067023786339386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=7323067023786339386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/7323067023786339386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/7323067023786339386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2011/02/break-my-heart-for-what-breaks-yours.html' title='Break My Heart for What Breaks Yours..'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9rv4DlVXra4/TWHyeUkzXMI/AAAAAAAAJNg/XiCW2GP07mI/s72-c/rock+city.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-3989862920343822307</id><published>2011-02-15T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T18:42:21.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Valentines', &amp; Why I'll never forget It...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Valentine's Day. &lt;br /&gt;It was mine and Randy's first together. &lt;br /&gt;Randy called me during the day and told me to be dressed, semi-formally, and ready to go by 5:15 that evening. I was so excited! I even went out and bought a new dress and pumps with birthday money. :o)&lt;br /&gt;I hurried home, showered and got all prettied up. Randy came and picked me up. We went to the car where a card, teddybear, and this were waiting for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ine-4IPGZBk/TVsquKLUjjI/AAAAAAAAJMc/UYNnJK6mKuQ/s1600/pearls.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ine-4IPGZBk/TVsquKLUjjI/AAAAAAAAJMc/UYNnJK6mKuQ/s200/pearls.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pearls :o) They were a birthday/Valentine present. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I like this guy a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, we were rinding to our destination when he told me what the evening was to hold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were going to the Officer's Club on Ft. Belvoir for a Valentine's dinner, where there would be a meal, live music, and dancing. Fantastic! Also, it was on the Potomic River and he got us window seats! :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So... We arrived, claimed our reservation, and followed the hostest to the dining room..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And this is what we discovered..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4fd084ef0ab5f7b1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4fd084ef0ab5f7b1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331774026%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4B77D126A4A9937DC0357FA81E94F7F177FE373F.5CE650DF4636740F8E77102D9C2105AA2935E862%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4fd084ef0ab5f7b1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6K6Z5EzdqmBPs_b4q_y6nErnpgc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4fd084ef0ab5f7b1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331774026%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4B77D126A4A9937DC0357FA81E94F7F177FE373F.5CE650DF4636740F8E77102D9C2105AA2935E862%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4fd084ef0ab5f7b1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6K6Z5EzdqmBPs_b4q_y6nErnpgc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;WE WERE THE YOUNGEST COUPLE THERE!! By a LOOOOONG shot! LOL. Oh my. There were old classic tunes being sung/played by the live band and sweet old couples doing the twist! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7-Tr8SxO1s/TVsyWvHd51I/AAAAAAAAJMg/ytOKtq5g7VI/s1600/IMG_3089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7-Tr8SxO1s/TVsyWvHd51I/AAAAAAAAJMg/ytOKtq5g7VI/s320/IMG_3089.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Randy, I could see the disappointment all over his face. It was nothing that he had expected...and you couldn't even see the river because it was nighttime. But, you know what? It's the BEST Valentine's Day I've EVER had! We got the MOST absolutely exquisite chocolate cake I have EVER consumed. And we met the cutest old couple! Frank and Gene were their names.&amp;nbsp;Frank was in the service for 43 years and retired as a W5..Wowzers! I love meeting people with awesome stories. We both agreed that our Valentine's dinner was not what we had expected, but it was definately one that we will never forget. :o) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hc3jMLiQDhs/TVs2J67O5II/AAAAAAAAJNY/hKAzP9Jj0Zw/s1600/IMG_3092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hc3jMLiQDhs/TVs2J67O5II/AAAAAAAAJNY/hKAzP9Jj0Zw/s320/IMG_3092.JPG" width="203" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my husband so much. I couldn't have asked God for anyone better.&amp;nbsp;I'm so glad I got to spend the evening with the love of my life. And I hope to be JUST like those sweet old couples when we're old and gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about today!&lt;br /&gt;I was just ironing away and when I heard motorcycles outside. I looked out the window, and saw that there were a&amp;nbsp;few motorcycles with police lights riding down the road...then I saw a police SUV, then another, and another, and another, and ANOTHER! Then came a black SUV...then more police SUV's!! I&amp;nbsp;then realized&amp;nbsp;what it was&amp;nbsp;so I ran to the window (forgetting i was in panties and&amp;nbsp;bra, oh my)&amp;nbsp;excited&amp;nbsp;out of my mind! I saw the&amp;nbsp;PRESIDENT! Well...his motorcade. Still,..MEGA cool. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note...&lt;br /&gt;By marrying my Randy, I have had the priveledge of getting to know one of the most inspiring women I have ever met. I have never met anyone so motivated, so full of life, and so fearless as this woman. She puts no limits on herself and isn't afraid to step out and try new things. She always has a smile on her face and a pep in her step. :o) And people love and RESPECT her because of her spectacular personality. She inspires me personally&amp;nbsp;to live life to the fullest and put NO limitations of myself. Aunt Lille, YOU are truly an AMAZING woman! Thank you for inspring me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another-nother note...This day is a historic day for Maggie-Thoughts as I have my very own domain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maggiethoughts.com/"&gt;http://www.maggiethoughts.com/&lt;/a&gt; !!!!! :o)&lt;br /&gt;...These are the thoughts of Maggie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-3989862920343822307?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/3989862920343822307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=3989862920343822307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/3989862920343822307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/3989862920343822307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2011/02/our-first-valentines-why-ill-never.html' title='Our First Valentines&apos;, &amp; Why I&apos;ll never forget It...'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ine-4IPGZBk/TVsquKLUjjI/AAAAAAAAJMc/UYNnJK6mKuQ/s72-c/pearls.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-7079439712573295998</id><published>2011-02-11T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T11:21:58.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's business, It's business TIII-IME!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0JwlADuk6jw/TVWMAAM7C9I/AAAAAAAAJL0/rMwk2BpWv9I/s1600/musiccollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0JwlADuk6jw/TVWMAAM7C9I/AAAAAAAAJL0/rMwk2BpWv9I/s400/musiccollage.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I've been missing my piano lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We've been apart for way to long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Next week I get to take it home with me though. :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I've been missing writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I used to write like a MAD WOMAN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Yesterday, I found this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/maggieaverett/music/songs/changing-43944365"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"Changing " by Maggie Averett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I wrote this when I was 19.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Fnding this reminded me what I was made to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I so badly want to get back to that place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Where I eat and drink music, where I breathe notes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Where I hear songs in my sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I'm gonna do it..Yep, I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;You watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;In the&amp;nbsp;words of the Flight of the Concords..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"It's business! It's business TIII-IME!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;-Margarite&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-7079439712573295998?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/7079439712573295998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=7079439712573295998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/7079439712573295998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/7079439712573295998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2011/02/its-business-its-business-tiii-ime.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s business, It&apos;s business TIII-IME!&quot;'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0JwlADuk6jw/TVWMAAM7C9I/AAAAAAAAJL0/rMwk2BpWv9I/s72-c/musiccollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-7000361074100700243</id><published>2011-02-09T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T10:42:29.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair and the Holocaust</title><content type='html'>So I dyed my hair today. &lt;br /&gt;I know you're not surprised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bXBa9ukx3LY/TVQxTKQOxpI/AAAAAAAAJLw/gmIkPkKwXjg/s1600/IMG000002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bXBa9ukx3LY/TVQxTKQOxpI/AAAAAAAAJLw/gmIkPkKwXjg/s200/IMG000002.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You have to give me credit though. The last time I dyed it (&amp;amp;it was only highlights) was 4 weeks before my wedding...which was two months ago. And before that, I hadn't dyed it in months. I really don't care what you think though. It's my hair :o) And&amp;nbsp;YOU won't be the one bald if it all falls out one day. &lt;br /&gt;Randy really likes it when it's brown&amp;nbsp;(this has a reddish tint). And so do I. I'm sure my hair coloring obsession has something to do with my personality...maybe the fact that I get bored VERY fast with everything. I like to change things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy and I went to the Holocaust museum the past weekend. It's my favorite part of history to study. I was pumped. It was interesting. It was very...long, though. I hate the fact that I have an extremely short attention span. After about 45 minutes, I was kind of ready to go. But,...unfortunately it's Randy's favorite era in history also. We went through all 4 floors...and Randy read EVERY sign. We were there for THREE HOURS. But I'm glad Randy enjoyed himself. I could tell he was very interested. I did learn quite a bit though. Going there made it so much more real to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You even get a little booklet with a person's name and picture in it who was in the Holocaust and it tells their story. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TVMUfXaUn9I/AAAAAAAAJLs/eM9wl2-cVQg/s1600/holocaust.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TVMUfXaUn9I/AAAAAAAAJLs/eM9wl2-cVQg/s320/holocaust.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Meet Erzebeth Buchsbaum. She was born in Poland and when she was young her family moved to Hungary. But, in 1941 all foreigners had to leave Hungary, forcing her and her family back to Poland. They were moved to a Jewish ghetto. She noticed many around her were being killed. So, she, along with her family attempted to escape back to Hungary. They were smuggled through the woods, sleeping during the day and walking all night. About a week and a half through their journey the group was caught by a German soldier. Erzabeth hid inside a hollow tree trunk but her family was killed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wowzers. Can you imagine living like that? And witnessing your family's murder?&lt;br /&gt;I'll always hold a place in my heart for Jews. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. &lt;br /&gt;I've been in a happy happy happy mood the past couple days since I decided to stop taking my horridly strong "Stop-the-baby" pills. Who knew they could be such a joy-sucker? I feel like Maggie again! YES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-7000361074100700243?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/7000361074100700243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=7000361074100700243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/7000361074100700243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/7000361074100700243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2011/02/hair-and-holocaust.html' title='Hair and the Holocaust'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bXBa9ukx3LY/TVQxTKQOxpI/AAAAAAAAJLw/gmIkPkKwXjg/s72-c/IMG000002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-5623313450506606944</id><published>2011-02-03T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T11:42:04.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Blessings..</title><content type='html'>Today is Day 4 of being in DC. I've had a lot of time to blog lately. I like it. &lt;br /&gt;My birthday Tuesday was a success. It was much better than I expected it to be. Ofcourse I was stuck in this daggum hotel room all day, but I was showered with all sorts of love throughtout the day..So it was made up for. :o) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every birthday Momma has made French toast for breakfast for&amp;nbsp;me and the sibs . But this year I was stuck with crappy pancakes in the hotel restaurant. The waiter gave us a tab at breakfast (before he realized we got FREE breakfast)...Wanna know how much they think those crappy pancakes are worth?...16 bucks per person! Hilton Hotel, you have LOST YOUR MIND. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I slept in til lunch, Then sulled because it wasn't fair that I was stuck in a hotel all alone on my birthday. That's when mom called and told me to get&amp;nbsp;all pretty and go downstairs to&amp;nbsp;Houlihans. So I did. The staff treated me super sweet. The food there is outstanding. For appetizer, I was served yummy Chicken Tortilla Soup.. Oh my.. SO GOOD. Then came the entree..I ordered the Down Home Pot Roast (It reminded me of home)..Sorry Mom, but I have to admit that it was kind of better than yours. But yours is really good too! &lt;br /&gt;Here, we have a bed of garlic mashed potatoes topped with roast beef, carrots, some other green veggie, and onion straws. It was drowned in a red wine mushroom gravy. YUM! &lt;br /&gt;After that the waiters sang happy birthday and served me a SCRUMTIOUS Snicker's ice cream dome. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TUr1sNUdOLI/AAAAAAAAJLU/MOwjRrCBLYM/s1600/bday+lunch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TUr1sNUdOLI/AAAAAAAAJLU/MOwjRrCBLYM/s400/bday+lunch.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mom paid for my lunch from afar. :o) She's cool. OH! And look what else she did....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TUr42LuNnaI/AAAAAAAAJLY/47Xli1df3mk/s1600/birthday+signs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TUr42LuNnaI/AAAAAAAAJLY/47Xli1df3mk/s320/birthday+signs.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She went around her school and took pictures of teachers and my Katebug (top right corner) with a homemade happy birthday sign.(These aren't all of them)...It totally made my day! SHE'S THE BEST MOM I HAVE! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after lunch I went to the fitness center and worked out.. puts me in such a fantastic mood. &lt;br /&gt;Randy texted and said he was on his way home. I worked out for another 15 minutes or so.. went up to the room, and still waited for him to arrive... It only usually takes him about 10 minutes. Hrm.&lt;br /&gt;I finally hear a knock on the door and lo-and behold..This is what I see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TUr55j4PXRI/AAAAAAAAJLc/LNeonrbePVI/s1600/randy+cake.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TUr55j4PXRI/AAAAAAAAJLc/LNeonrbePVI/s320/randy+cake.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Randy walks in with a cake with a HUGE FIRE BALL on top! LOL! I think he really put 22 candles on it. I was fanning the fire detectors. haha. He's the sweetest hubby ever. That night he made reservations at 6:30 at MARVIN...a restaurant tributed to Marvin Gaye Since he knows how much of a music fanatic I am. Seemed like a nice quiet unique little restaurant with jazz music playing softly in the background. And one of their signature dishes is Fried Chicken with&amp;nbsp;Belgian Waffles.&amp;nbsp;Excellent! We rushed to get ready. Out of the three outfits I had with me at the moment I couldn't decide&amp;nbsp;what to wear so we left the&amp;nbsp;hotel at&amp;nbsp;6:10-ish.&amp;nbsp;Got to the train station and the guy told us it would take 40 minutes to get there. So we drove. Nothing frustrates me WORSE than DC traffic...especially downtown. It took us FOR-EV-ER to find the restaurant..It would help if they'd actually put a sign out. We made it...only an hour and a half late for our reservation. We walked in&amp;nbsp;and it was nothing like what we expected..Apprently Marvin is the place EVERYONE in DC likes to hang at after work. The bar was filled with drunk people and the whole restaurant was crazy loud and super crowded. We had really wanted a quiet little joint where we could spend our evening together. So, we politely left, and found... YOU GUESSED IT.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TUr8QiL86CI/AAAAAAAAJLg/5P3OLFpw-aw/s1600/bday+dinner.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TUr8QiL86CI/AAAAAAAAJLg/5P3OLFpw-aw/s320/bday+dinner.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;PIZZA!!!&lt;br /&gt;The place&amp;nbsp;was called Angelina's and&amp;nbsp;was the most UNIQUE little pizza joint ever. An Italian restaurant run by West Africans with Jamaican music playing in the background. SO CUTE! :o) And you might not think so..but Africans can make some pretty darn good pizza! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back to the hotel and ate the cake Randy got for my birthday and we called it a night. :o)&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful for all my fantastic family and friends and my extraordinary husband who make me fill like a trillion bucks and SO LOVED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Randy to get home today. I'm going to smooch him all over his cute little face. Yep, I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-5623313450506606944?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/5623313450506606944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=5623313450506606944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/5623313450506606944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/5623313450506606944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2011/02/birthday-blessings.html' title='Birthday Blessings..'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TUr1sNUdOLI/AAAAAAAAJLU/MOwjRrCBLYM/s72-c/bday+lunch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-8956300312554320620</id><published>2011-01-30T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T20:32:23.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home, Sweet, Hotel..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Randy and I have made it to DC, where he'll be in another Army school for the next three weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, typing from another hotel room, I am..Getting used to living in hotels.&amp;nbsp;This time it won't be so bad.&amp;nbsp;We are going to pick up my car from the Paycheck's house tomorrow so I won't be stranded! Also, it's a Hilton.. so if I&amp;nbsp;were stranded,&amp;nbsp;I wouldn't mind too much. :o)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm ready to get back to Columbus, believe it or not. God is..wow..undescribable. So many things have been changing for the good. He takes such good care of us. It's amazing what a little faith and trust will&amp;nbsp;do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight we ate&amp;nbsp;pizza at Bertucci's Italian Restaurant. Twas fantastico. I recommend, for sure.&amp;nbsp;Fantastic bread/fantastic pizza/fantastic-looking pasta. Two-thumbs up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TUYvrPnwUCI/AAAAAAAAJLI/TzEKF7tNI8E/s1600/bertucci%2527s+pizza.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TUYvrPnwUCI/AAAAAAAAJLI/TzEKF7tNI8E/s320/bertucci%2527s+pizza.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've eaten more pizza than EVER since we've been married. &amp;nbsp;Really. Probably twice a week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other night Lindsey Poling took us to this delicious little Pizza joint on Ohio State's campus called Adriadico's. Probably the best pizza I've ever tasted. The crust has garlic in it. Mmmm..mmm, good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On another note.. With my birthday money &amp;amp; a bajillion BB&amp;amp;B gift cards,&amp;nbsp;I bought a coffee table that matches our couch, as well as a awesome red rug and a cute little lamp. Our little home is finally "Home-y" :o) Oh...and on a random note..Did I tell you that the other&amp;nbsp; morning a maintenance walked into our house..all the way to our bedroom door..where I was laying in bed half-naked. Wow...embarrassing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And no, it wasn't what you're thinking..He was legit. He came to fix&amp;nbsp;the sink in our bathroom.&amp;nbsp;He was just as embarrassed as I was, he left immediately&amp;nbsp;before I "woke up" (I&amp;nbsp;acted like I was still asleep) Even though I've met the maintenace guy before and he's nice.. it's still&amp;nbsp;a little scary that&amp;nbsp;the maintenance&amp;nbsp;MEN&amp;nbsp;have keys to my room when I'm home by myself all day. eek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TUYyEaYPm6I/AAAAAAAAJLM/A5cxCUFjPsw/s1600/randy+couch.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TUYyEaYPm6I/AAAAAAAAJLM/A5cxCUFjPsw/s320/randy+couch.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today my mom sent me a picture of what our child is going to look like one day.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TUYyg8GbTlI/AAAAAAAAJLQ/FsFMZTQwrDk/s1600/little+randy+lookalike.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TUYyg8GbTlI/AAAAAAAAJLQ/FsFMZTQwrDk/s320/little+randy+lookalike.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;PAHA!&amp;nbsp;He looks like a mini-Randy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodnight, friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Margarite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-8956300312554320620?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/8956300312554320620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=8956300312554320620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/8956300312554320620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/8956300312554320620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2011/01/home-sweet-hotel.html' title='Home, Sweet, Hotel..'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TUYvrPnwUCI/AAAAAAAAJLI/TzEKF7tNI8E/s72-c/bertucci%2527s+pizza.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-4054267859126885963</id><published>2011-01-24T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T11:41:12.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Extreme Couch Catastrophe..</title><content type='html'>I was up til 2 last night trying to decide what to buy with all my giftcards. All night I dreamed&amp;nbsp;of area rugs, and wall decor, and lamps.&amp;nbsp;I've always looked forward to decorating my own home. It's starting to actually feel like a home now that we &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; have a couch. :o)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a couch-catastrophe&amp;nbsp;we have had the past week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Couch 1&lt;/strong&gt;-We attempted to get Randy's bachelor-pad couch into our room,...Wouldn't fit in the elevator OR up the stairs. So...we gave it away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Couch 2&lt;/strong&gt;-We bought a futon for a hundred bucks at Target, brought it home, sat down, and could have sworn we were sitting on a rock. We took it back. I wasn't sad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Couch 3&lt;/strong&gt;-We found a couch for a hundred bucks at Big Lots that someone had brought back with a tiny rip in the arm. We were PUMPED! I even bought throw pillows and a super cute lamp that matched it. We were SURE this one would fit. It was shorter than Randy's. So here we go again. Some poor guy volunteered to help Randy move it, not really knowing what he was getting himself into. They pushed it into the elevator, but the door wouldn't shut...Randy broke a light bulb&amp;nbsp;in the process. So next they tried the stairs. I met them on the 2nd floor where they were killing themselves trying to get it around the corner. The helper guy said it was a lost cause. How dare he?! I was desperate. I tried everything. I snatched off the cushions thinking it might help and pulled as hard as I could..it wouldn't budge&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;FAIL. We took the couch back. I cried. I&amp;nbsp;had been&amp;nbsp;so excited about the cute pillows and lamp I bought to match it. :o(&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Couch 4- &lt;/strong&gt;The day before yesterday we searched around for some consignment stores and found a cool German one in Dublin. That's where we found our baby. Randy spotted it as soon as we walked in the door and knew it was "the one", so he says. LOL. Even though it was a little more expensive, we decided it was the one for us...but before buying it we actually had someone MEASURE the elevator (Especially since there was a no return policy). It fit! And my throw pillows give it a cute color pop. :o) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TT3T6oOA41I/AAAAAAAAJLE/gU78f9ktf_o/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TT3T6oOA41I/AAAAAAAAJLE/gU78f9ktf_o/s320/photo.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note,&lt;br /&gt;Today was Randy's first day at work at his unit &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;I've started back on my house-wife duties. What a priveledge I feel it is to get to serve my hubby.&amp;nbsp;He only works a few minutes from our apt, so I cooked for him today.I got to use my brand new grill pan&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;grill some chicken&amp;nbsp;breasts! I also made some fruit salad. A light but filling meal that I knew Randy would like. And he did. I don't require praise. But how rewarding it is when he tells me what a great job I did. I like him. Lots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, I'm thinking and praying, needing direction. If you don't already know, Randy's deploying in June to Hungary/Afghanistan. I'm really sad that I'll be without my hubby for 6-9 months. But we both see how this is a blessing to us. 1st of all, it's not a YEAR.&amp;amp; we'll be debt free when he returns, &amp;amp; he'll be promoted to Captain,&amp;amp; I get a DOG!!!! Also,Randy and I have realized that while he's gone I will have a chance to grow and to set a foundation for my career and pursue my&amp;nbsp;dreams. The question is..Should I go&amp;nbsp;back to Enterprise to be with my family? Where&amp;nbsp;my comfort is? OR...should I&amp;nbsp;get over being home-sick and&amp;nbsp;go see new places and stretch myself?&amp;nbsp;I've always wanted to move to Birmingham. I love that city. It's close to home AND Nashville. I could&amp;nbsp;go home whenever I wanted.&amp;nbsp;Or why not just move to Nashville? ha.&amp;nbsp;We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the thoughts of Maggie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-4054267859126885963?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/4054267859126885963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=4054267859126885963&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/4054267859126885963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/4054267859126885963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2011/01/extreme-couch-catastrophe.html' title='The Extreme Couch Catastrophe..'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TT3T6oOA41I/AAAAAAAAJLE/gU78f9ktf_o/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-8981977346459881543</id><published>2011-01-09T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T11:57:30.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God &amp; Marriage....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TSoTAURlX4I/AAAAAAAAJLA/CwJBEcDLAfA/s1600/wedding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TSoTAURlX4I/AAAAAAAAJLA/CwJBEcDLAfA/s320/wedding.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy's at drill today, and I am stranded all day in our lovely hotel room. So, to keep myself from going insane from having no&amp;nbsp;PEOPLE&amp;nbsp;to talk to...I'll settle for the next best thing-My&amp;nbsp;blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;I'm married now. Marriage is awesome. But honestly, It's been a hard transition from Live-at-Home-with-Parents Maggie to Wifey-Maggie. We've moved up North, something I always thought I wanted to do.. But, you realize all that you took for granted when you don't have it anymore.&amp;nbsp;I miss my family, and my church, and my friends, my Hispanic kiddos, my piano teaching, warm weather/beach, and believe it or not...school?&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for such a fantastic husband who is patient and understanding and who&amp;nbsp;wipes my tears&amp;nbsp;when adjusting seems too hard.. &lt;br /&gt;God definately has blessed me.&amp;nbsp;Randy is more than I could have asked for.&amp;nbsp;I'm so fortunate to have a hubby who loves God and seeks for His direction.We pray together every night (Well, except for last night thanks to NyQuil)..and boy has God come through for us in so many ways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think sometimes God takes us out of our comfort zone so that we soley depend on Him, and so&amp;nbsp;that we&amp;nbsp;can truly see Him work in our lives. And Randy and I soooo have! I love it. :o) And btw, everything He takes away, He gives it all back plus more!! :o) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...I've found a vending machine full of snacks.. And I have a match on Words with Friends. So...blogtime is over. It's been a nice chat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Margarite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-8981977346459881543?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/8981977346459881543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=8981977346459881543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/8981977346459881543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/8981977346459881543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2011/01/god-marriage.html' title='God &amp; Marriage....'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TSoTAURlX4I/AAAAAAAAJLA/CwJBEcDLAfA/s72-c/wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-630372546281679458</id><published>2010-11-28T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T21:26:19.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I lost Jesus, today....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Know this, my beloved brothers: let every person be quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger; for&amp;nbsp;the anger of man does not produce the righteousness of God." James 1:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I lost Jesus today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;For a whole 15 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Let me tell you how it happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Randy drove to the ATL airport this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;He missed the drop-off/pick-up zone right up at the terminal, sooooo.. we stopped for a second, I ran and got in the drivers' seat, he kissed me goodbye, then he got bookbag out of the backseat. A police lady asked if we were dropping off or picking up and we said yes...And she said OK. Randy stood there for a minute while I entered my address in the GPS. Right then, police lady's power-trippin' coworker walks over and starts yelling at me... "OK, ma'am, you can park as long as you want, Give me your license!" I looked at him like, What? Randy tried to explain..but once again he yelled for me to give him my license... That's when the waterfall started...And it was downhill from there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Randy had to catch his flight so he went inside the terminal. I sat there in my Honda as other policemen told me to leave, but, ofcourse I couldn't because Mr. Powertrip had my license and was writing me a ticket. And this made me cry harder, adding to the potential for attitude :o)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Randy came back out. He tried to calm me but I looked at him with teary, hateful eyes...afterall, HE was the one who stopped there, not me. Mr. Powertrip approached my window, cited my fault, and instructed me to sign my name.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This is where I lost Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I don't know if Jesus ever uses the bathroom; but if He does, He probably was on a bathroom break...Because when I went look for Him in my heart...He disappeared...And I did something totally Un-Maggie-like...and even worse...UnJesus-like....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TPM0PJFZMNI/AAAAAAAAJK4/0CSLw6DNmUg/s400/photo-11.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;(All the meanwhile, mumbling how STUPID he is)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TPM0PJFZMNI/AAAAAAAAJK4/0CSLw6DNmUg/s1600/photo-11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I know I probably had a good reason for being angry, BUT...It's not an excuse for acting out of anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I realized that Mr. Powertrip actually has a name...R. Young....That God knows. That God loves. That God wants to show His love to. But, unfortunately God will probably never be able to use ME to show Him His love anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And just as bad...If i go to court to get it appealed or get a cheaper ticket, the judge will see my signature and probably not help me out. (Although, it would be halarious to hear her/him say, "Maggie F.U. Averett, are you present?" teehee.. okay,..no...BAD!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Lesson learned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;P.S. I have to say, I would NEVER say those words... buuuuuuut... i guess there's not really a difference. :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Forgive me Jesus! Help me to look at difficult people as &lt;b&gt;PEOPLE&lt;/b&gt; that you &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt; rather than difficult people. And help me to act of out your love rather than anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Corbel, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Corbel, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Corbel, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: -1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Be angry and do not sin; do not let the sun go down on your anger, and give no opportunity to the devil. Ephesians 4:26-27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ps...Randy, I forgive you :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-630372546281679458?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/630372546281679458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=630372546281679458&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/630372546281679458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/630372546281679458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2010/11/how-i-lost-jesus-today.html' title='How I lost Jesus, today....'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TPM0PJFZMNI/AAAAAAAAJK4/0CSLw6DNmUg/s72-c/photo-11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-8886815109281003467</id><published>2010-10-12T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T21:28:45.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The reasons why I gained five pounds in Arizona...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Last night I arrived back at home from a two week visit to Arizona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's good to be home I guess. I love seeing trees and grass. And it flooded today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyways... Here goes a review of my trip. And for the few people who read my blog. I don't really write so much for you, as I write for me. It's a great outlet. That's why even if no one read my blog, I'd still write.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sierra Vista isn't the most awesomest of places of earth... it's very...dry...and..quite boring.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thank God for Randy. Otherwise I would have gone crazy. I realized while being there just how important human interactions are to me...While Randy was at work all day I was by myself...no one to talk to...nothing. I found ways to entertain myself though. I discovered this amazing little nail salon called "HIGHLIGHT Nails" that does $10 manicures! This became my Friday ritual. And the nail lady became my best friend and she didn't even know it. She hardly spoke English but I talked her head off...ya know... making up for all the talking to people I didn't get to do for the whole week. She did a really good job. And she gave me EXTRA arm massage time! WOO! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I also made a homemade red velvet cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TLUwzBEq14I/AAAAAAAAJKY/9S6Tx6trEtU/s1600/62583_10150097078674278_640009277_7565237_4879070_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TLUwzBEq14I/AAAAAAAAJKY/9S6Tx6trEtU/s200/62583_10150097078674278_640009277_7565237_4879070_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;...thank you Paula Deen. It was...DEVINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And...of course...I shopped. Bought a few new things. My bag weighed 42 pounds when I arrived in AZ and luckily it still weighed under 50 pounds when I left... otherwise I would have had to pay a hundred bucks. YUCKY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Let's see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh, Randy and I did a lot of traveling on weekends. Went to Bisbee, as you know from my previous post, and ate at an outstanding restaurant-Cafe Roka. The next weekend we drove to Tuscan for the afternoon. Stopped at the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kief-Joshua Vineyards. I've always wanted to go to a vineyard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TLUxDT9V8GI/AAAAAAAAJKc/zLWsI12PIU0/s1600/63877_10150099580534278_640009277_7610091_5684299_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TLUxDT9V8GI/AAAAAAAAJKc/zLWsI12PIU0/s200/63877_10150099580534278_640009277_7610091_5684299_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Got to check that one off my list. There are a few vineyards/wineries in that one little area that we visited. All with in less than a mile from each other. These people must really like their wine. We continued on to the gas station before we headed to Tuscon. It was a Shell station..But the actual gas station building was a little log cabin country store. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I realized I still had a hole in my shirt (BTW...If you take a layer out of a shirt and it falls apart, don't try to sew it back up yourself by hand. Take it to someone who knows what they're doing) We went inside the little country store and I asked the lady if she had a safety pen. To my surprise, she handed me a stapler. lol. I gladly accepted and took myself and my shirt into the bathroom and performed surgery. And VUALA! FIXED! The only problem is.. I had staples sticking in my side all night. Oh, and we bought some homemade beef jerky! WOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;K anyway.. Tuscon was nice. Went we to a fancy-smanshy little outdoor mall and ate dinner at Firebird's Wood Fired Grill. EXCELLENT food and the service was EXCEPTIONAL. Oh and Sunday I went to church with Randy. It was fab. I like his church. It's Thunder Mountain Community Church. It has a neat name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;During that next week it was back to boringness. But at the end of my day Randy made up for it by taking me to this amazingly beautiful part of base that made me feel like I had just stepped out of Arizona and into the Alabama countryside. It has become one of my favorite places. We made it a mini-tradition to walk there every afternoon when I picked him up from work. And there was a mountain that we climbed and halfway up was a parking lot that overlooked the whole city of Sierra Vista as well as Fort Huachuca. Breathtaking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TLUxbzohqEI/AAAAAAAAJKg/JT1C0bxKMMU/s1600/61994_10150097627369278_640009277_7575728_2349094_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TLUxbzohqEI/AAAAAAAAJKg/JT1C0bxKMMU/s200/61994_10150097627369278_640009277_7575728_2349094_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We decided to climb to the top of the mountain one evening and discovered and even more breathtaking view. There's something so fulfilling about climbing. Whether it's mountain or trees. I really love it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The last weekend, we journeyed to the massive town of Phoenix. We actually stayed in a nice town called Scottsdale. I felt really poor there. Even though we were riding around in an Acura. This is the most upscale place I think I've EVER been to. It was really fun playing rich for a couple of days though. :o) Saturday, we went into Phoenix and visited some festivals. Cause that's what you do in Fall. You go to festivals. Phoenix has a TACO Festival. How cool. I'm really sad I talked Randy out of going. BOO. We did go to the Phoenix car show though and saw some really cool oldie cars.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TLUxtqaPVyI/AAAAAAAAJKk/oOa3EPdX4Qc/s1600/47021_10150103196964278_640009277_7677720_716099_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TLUxtqaPVyI/AAAAAAAAJKk/oOa3EPdX4Qc/s200/47021_10150103196964278_640009277_7677720_716099_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We went back to Sierra Vista Sunday and stopped at a pumpkin patch where I picked my VERY FIRST pumpkin! It was GIIIIINORMOUS!!!!!! :o)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TLUyTdDxbUI/AAAAAAAAJKo/s7601hOfQQw/s1600/68471_10150103692609278_640009277_7691672_949657_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TLUyTdDxbUI/AAAAAAAAJKo/s7601hOfQQw/s320/68471_10150103692609278_640009277_7691672_949657_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then we went to his house and I cleaned out my very first pumpkin. DISGUSTING. We cleaned off the seeds...wait, I lie... RANDY cleaned off the seeds while I watched.. and we were going to roast them but we forgot. We did bake a cake though! And...it felt apart. But it was amazingly delish nonetheless.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I ate lots of French toast while in Arizona. Pretty much EVERY time we went out for breakfast. Here's my top picks for French Toast in AZ.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. Denny's (Anywhere in USA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. The Breakfast Club (Scottsdale, AZ)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TLUzYnXgu9I/AAAAAAAAJKs/nnZiQfaN5us/s1600/photo+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TLUzYnXgu9I/AAAAAAAAJKs/nnZiQfaN5us/s200/photo+1.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. The Diner (Sierra Vista, AZ)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. Cafee Ole' (Sierra Vista, AZ)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We actually went to a FRENCH restaurant called The Metro for breakfast the other day and their FRENCH toast SUCKED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TLU0NP-b9LI/AAAAAAAAJK0/EzegmN52QGM/s1600/photo+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TLU0NP-b9LI/AAAAAAAAJK0/EzegmN52QGM/s200/photo+2.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;...And Randy found a hair in his eggs. EW.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yea, and after a long day of flying yesterday....I am back in Alabama. Taking care of wedding stuff full force. I am getting my wedding dress fitted/altered Thursday. Good thing I lost five pounds before I went to Arizona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;...and bad thing I gained it back by the time I got back from Arizona.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Darn you French toast. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh, and PS... I'd like to let you know I have the best fiance' in the universe. I'd like to thank him for making it possible for me to do all this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He is the best ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And so darn CUTE! I love his silly face..it's my favorite. I get to marry it in less than two month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TLUz-p8EyaI/AAAAAAAAJKw/LD_g7H7i2VM/s1600/68434_10150103917134278_640009277_7696932_4570549_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TLUz-p8EyaI/AAAAAAAAJKw/LD_g7H7i2VM/s320/68434_10150103917134278_640009277_7696932_4570549_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Margarite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&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/513338543158913795-8886815109281003467?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/8886815109281003467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=8886815109281003467&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/8886815109281003467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/8886815109281003467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2010/10/reasons-why-i-gained-five-pounds-in.html' title='The reasons why I gained five pounds in Arizona...'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TLUwzBEq14I/AAAAAAAAJKY/9S6Tx6trEtU/s72-c/62583_10150097078674278_640009277_7565237_4879070_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-9079951601241963977</id><published>2010-09-26T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T20:25:29.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Classy Elegance with a Retro Flare..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;So,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I am visiting Randyman one last time in Arizona before we get married in December. BOO.&lt;br /&gt;BUT... I am having a blast.&lt;br /&gt;We went to a cute little town in the mountains called Bisbee last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The town in very historic and kind of has a hippy/bohemian feel. It is a very artsy town. A quiet and homey little town with lots of old hotels, bed&amp;amp;breakfasts, old-timey saloons, cute little non-franchised restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TKAIpjoI8lI/AAAAAAAAJKA/k_u4FG-hRRc/s1600/photo+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TKAIpjoI8lI/AAAAAAAAJKA/k_u4FG-hRRc/s320/photo+1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's a well-known (in South-eastern AZ) local coffee shop called Bisbee Coffee Inc. where they roast their own coffee and make their own blends. I'm not a coffee drinker, but I had their Autumn Flowers and Herbs hot tea and it was delish :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;The main reason I'm writing this blog is to tell the world (or just the ten to twenty people who read my blog) about this amazing little upscale restaurant in the heart of old historic Bisbee called Cafe Roka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TKAIzGho0cI/AAAAAAAAJKE/mKia9Lpaspg/s1600/photo+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TKAIzGho0cI/AAAAAAAAJKE/mKia9Lpaspg/s320/photo+1.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy made reservations for us at six. We arrived and we were seated on the 2nd floor. It was a balcony level that overlooked the first floor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TKAI9VlmvuI/AAAAAAAAJKI/58aUxwim3kM/s1600/photo+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TKAI9VlmvuI/AAAAAAAAJKI/58aUxwim3kM/s320/photo+2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant very very classy and elegant with a fun retro flare... There was a giant fake mosquito on the wall. I thought it was neat. You can see it in the pic above.&lt;br /&gt;Our waiter was AWESOME, as well as the rest of the waiting crew.&lt;br /&gt;K, on to the food. This was a 4-course affair.&lt;br /&gt;First was a chic pea and fennell soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TKAJH0kNwqI/AAAAAAAAJKM/0UtMJXN1IT8/s1600/photo+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TKAJH0kNwqI/AAAAAAAAJKM/0UtMJXN1IT8/s320/photo+2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so smooth and tasty and was excellent for dipping the fresh bread in. Next was a salad of dark greens drizzled with a roasted tomato vinagarette...To be honest....I can't really tell you how it was, because I don't eat dressing so after Randy ate his salad he switched plates with me and ate mine... I didn't want to look like a picky food-snob...you know??&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. after that lemon sorbet was served... to cleanse the pallet for the main entree.&lt;br /&gt;Randy and I both ordered the Roasted Half Duck. The duck was laid over a bed of new potatoes and surrounding it was a colorful plate of sauces.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;cranberry, honey, &amp;amp; merlot sauce to be exact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TKAJTkm0K7I/AAAAAAAAJKQ/TfaKAO0TdrQ/s1600/photo+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TKAJTkm0K7I/AAAAAAAAJKQ/TfaKAO0TdrQ/s320/photo+3.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The duck was so tender and just FELL off the bones. The whole plate was bursting with flavor mostly because of all the sauces. SO many different flavors hit my tongue..it was Fantastic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;There were also roasted veggies (some kind of weird asparagus, carrots, baby tomatoes, and zucchini). &amp;nbsp;I was pretty much STUFFED by this point, but the food so far was soooo very delicious we COULDN'T skip dessert! There were some great selections such as Tiramisu, a Key Lime Tart, flourless chocolate cake, and a couple more that I can't remember. We decided to go for the flourless chocolate cake. Partly, because I'm a female which means I'm slightly a choca-holic and mostly because we were curious how you could make a cake with no flour.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I never knew a flourless cake could be so delicious!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TKAJhjyksQI/AAAAAAAAJKU/LWVvzwsm3DM/s1600/photo+5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TKAJhjyksQI/AAAAAAAAJKU/LWVvzwsm3DM/s320/photo+5.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It was rich and had the consistency of a custard/mouse. It was topped with a raspberry sauce, spearmint, &amp;nbsp;and some diced fruit that I can't think of the name.. but it definately balanced out the richness of the cake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;...And by this point, we were BEYOND stuffed. But it was okay, since we didn't eat anything since breakfast yesterday morning. Saving room. :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Can I say again how wonderful the service was? Everything was served promptly and we never went without anything we needed. Also, every time we finished a course it was removed from our table quickly which was nice because our table would have become REALLY crowded. ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The restaurant didn't really become too crowded until we were leaving around 7:15ish.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You could tell this was definately a "happenin" place in Bisbee.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This dining Experience was outstanding. One of the best meals I've had, thanks to Chef Rod Kass.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I would definately recommend Cafe Roka to anyone traveling in the southeastern Arizona area. (It is only 30 minutes from Sierra Vista/Ft.Huachuca) And if you don't necessarily feel like eating at Cafe Roka, atleast visit Bisbee. It has a lot to offer. Cute shops, more good food, annual festivals (such as the Blues Fest that I'm so SAD we missed!!!) AAAAAAAAND...It's only 10 minutes from the BORDER OF MEXICO!!! :o)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;How amazing is THAT?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Maggie-Review:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Atmosphere- :):):):):)(Five Stars)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Food- :):):):):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Service- :):):):):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Location- :):):):):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Price- :) But it was definately worth the price...so I'll give it another smile.. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Overall Experience: :):):):):):):):):):):):):):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;For more info on Cafe Roka, visit &lt;a href="http://www.caferoka.com/"&gt;http://www.caferoka.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Anyways... My fingers hurt. You should go to southeastern Arizona sometime...just so this entry doesn't go to waste.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;K. Bye.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-9079951601241963977?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/9079951601241963977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=9079951601241963977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/9079951601241963977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/9079951601241963977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2010/09/classy-elegance-with-retro-flare.html' title='Classy Elegance with a Retro Flare..'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TKAIpjoI8lI/AAAAAAAAJKA/k_u4FG-hRRc/s72-c/photo+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-6012525656552089640</id><published>2010-09-12T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T21:58:31.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Friend, It's nice to see you again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I had to come and dust off my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Why has it been SO long since I wrote?!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Don't worry, it won't happen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I feel as though I should update you on the past few months of my life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;As it turns out, my "friend" I so often referred to on my blog has become my fiance'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TI2jMGQd-3I/AAAAAAAAJJo/Le_HElkzPkM/s1600/38176_438020809084_593669084_5918477_415508_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TI2jMGQd-3I/AAAAAAAAJJo/Le_HElkzPkM/s200/38176_438020809084_593669084_5918477_415508_n.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Uh..YES?!?!?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;He actually has a name-Randy D. Downs. wow. He's amazing. I love our story. (Will give you the printer-friendly version)...&amp;nbsp;Met at a Lifegroup of a church I don't even go to on March 7, 2010..We went out for smoothies that Thursday night and started hanging out LOTS...I ran a couple of times.. Realized I was stupid and that I loved everything about him.. And tada! We're getting married in December. God has "over-blessed" me. When you trust him, he will bless you with something(or someone) that's MORE than you could ever ask for.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I like him a lot...I probably can go as far as to say I LOVE HIM. Yes, I love my little milk-chocolate boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Let's see. I've traveled a lot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Went to Texas..And Randy &amp;amp; I went to Savannah, GA and Charleston SC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And I've visited him in Sierra Vista, AZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(Please, Lord, don't make us go back there for his Captain's Career Course...Please?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;jk...it's not TOO bad i don't guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;There aren't luscious green yards there like here in Alabama.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TI2rxiHb_qI/AAAAAAAAJJ4/H-ZTP8h5UMQ/s1600/IMG_2093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TI2rxiHb_qI/AAAAAAAAJJ4/H-ZTP8h5UMQ/s200/IMG_2093.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But there are mountains to hike in! :o) WOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I went to Lifegroup for the first time in a while tonight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I learned alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Like,...did you know it's approximately 103 degrees inside a whale.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I didn't. But because I went to bible study...now I do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Thank you, Lord (and Ross), for that revelation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tonight I was asked (for the 23859283467014761013946518th time) if I wear a "BUMP-IT".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;NO...I do not wear a bumpit, nor will I ever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TI2qzZUHV7I/AAAAAAAAJJw/tnmllfcaT_g/s1600/bumpit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TI2qzZUHV7I/AAAAAAAAJJw/tnmllfcaT_g/s200/bumpit.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will not CHEAT my way to a perfect bump.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I have perfected the craft of the "bump" by hand over the past 2 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Just so you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So, that sums up Maggie's life over the past few months.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mmhm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I can truly say I am happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='Hello Friend, It&apos;s nice to see you again.'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/TI2jMGQd-3I/AAAAAAAAJJo/Le_HElkzPkM/s72-c/38176_438020809084_593669084_5918477_415508_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-2057171040477705723</id><published>2010-05-19T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T21:16:04.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maggie's Texas Adventure</title><content type='html'>What an eventful past five days.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh, the lessons I have learned from my travels.&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you guys a review of each day.&lt;br /&gt;Monday:&lt;br /&gt;So Monday I woke up, went for a nice run around Kacy's cute little neighborhood, got ready and headed West toward Austin. I heard there are some beeeeeautiful vineyards over that way. I drove for a good hour and a half or two , and realized that it was a much longer drive than a thought. &lt;br /&gt;Sooo,..I turned around and headed back to Houston. &lt;br /&gt;Decided to go downtown and look for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT AN EXPERIENCE...&lt;br /&gt;-Went down a one-way street THE WRONG WAY.&lt;br /&gt;-Finally found a parking spot,...but later on found a present from the City of Houston. Goodbye $25. I guess I was supposed to pay that big huge machine thing in front of my car. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;-Was asked out by my waiter at Little Napoli...I said no, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;-Walked a marathon trying to find my car. I finally found it. &lt;br /&gt;-Was asked for money by a couple of bums. &lt;br /&gt;-I did all this in HEELS.&lt;br /&gt;Later, I needed something to do, so..I went and got my hur did. :o) Surprise, surprise. &lt;br /&gt;That night, Kacy took me to the Boardwalk at Keemah and we ate at the Aquarium Restaurant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s499.photobucket.com/albums/rr355/maggieallyse3/?action=view&amp;current=30064_449790369277_640009277_605211.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i499.photobucket.com/albums/rr355/maggieallyse3/30064_449790369277_640009277_605211.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was really cool. I would have felt really bad eating fish, so I got a chicken breast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: &lt;br /&gt;Woke up early and headed to San Antonio!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I think I it possibly my favorite city visited so far. Wow, amazing.&lt;br /&gt;The Riverwalk was just.. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s499.photobucket.com/albums/rr355/maggieallyse3/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_1542.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i499.photobucket.com/albums/rr355/maggieallyse3/IMG_1542.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I could definately live there. For Sure.&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch at Ritas on the River. Was a yummy little Mexican restaurant on the river.&lt;br /&gt;Saw what I wanted to see and headed back to Houston.&lt;br /&gt;Last night for dinner, we went to Jason's Deli; I had never been to one before.&lt;br /&gt;DELISH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;2:45am.. Woke up with extremely horrible VERTIGO! BOO! &lt;br /&gt;Hit the road at 9:45am still vertigo-ish and headed back to bama. Got stuck in traffic on I-10 for about an hour. I was feeling pretty blah and sorry for myself until I got a loving call from Mr.Terry and Mrs.Jeannine Graves.. Yes, I am healed and healthy in Jesus' name! :o) Love them! I actually feel a bajillion times better this evening! Thank you Jesus! I made it to my hotel in Mobile at about 6:30pm and headed downtown for dinner. Found a cute little pizza joint called Buck's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s499.photobucket.com/albums/rr355/maggieallyse3/?action=view&amp;current=30064_449788409277_640009277_605209.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i499.photobucket.com/albums/rr355/maggieallyse3/30064_449788409277_640009277_605209.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;AMAAAAAAAZING PIZZAAA!!! And they have fried pickles too!..although I didn't get any. sad day. I also saw a little piano bar downtown that I was sooo wanting to go in..but...I didn't. Then, ...naturally..i went to the mall. Found my Forever 21, bought a couple things. The mall closed at 9. I had entered through the Belk outside entrance but when they closed Belk was all closed up, and i couldn't figure out how to leave the mall. Thought i was going to have to spend the night in the mall(which I wouldn't have minded) until I nice gentleman showed me the way out. Anyways...now I am back at my pathetic little hotelroom. The pillows have marks on them, the tub is dirty, and two of the lights don't work. GRR. JUST ONE NIGHT, JUST OOOOONE NIGHT. Good thing I brought my own pillow and blanket.&lt;br /&gt;All I've seen here are grandpas. Feeling a little out of place. Need rest..Going HOMEEE tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, Gotta go sit in my car for a while and let my phone charge. I left my charger in Friendswood. Goodness gracious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, thank you for this little roadtrip. For giving me time to think and hear from you. And for all the little life lessons you've taught me. I love you. I really really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for all the people who truly care about me. I feel so loved. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Margarite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-2057171040477705723?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/2057171040477705723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=2057171040477705723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/2057171040477705723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/2057171040477705723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2010/05/maggie-texas-adventure.html' title='Maggie&apos;s Texas Adventure'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-1910641877801706140</id><published>2010-05-15T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T23:13:42.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good,Bad, &amp; the Ugly of Road-trips..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s20.photobucket.com/albums/b206/maggieallyse2/?action=view&amp;current=texas.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b206/maggieallyse2/texas.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,...I'm in Texas. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;It has been quite a day. &lt;br /&gt;Not at all was it was SUPPOSED to be in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Let's review all the suckiness of my day:&lt;br /&gt;-It flooded 90% of my drive here.&lt;br /&gt;-I got caught in two hours of barely-moving traffic&lt;br /&gt;a. I drank too much LifeWater (it's just so good) and had to use the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;b. My gas light came on.&lt;br /&gt;c. This put me two hours behind, so I got to my hotel at 9:30pm, therefore I didn't get to explore. :o(&lt;br /&gt;- Went to find food, my gps got me lost, the only thing i could find was Wendy's. bleh. I got back to the hotel and something stung my foot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BUT, WAIT!!! Don't leave yet!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a look at the &lt;b&gt;GOOD&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-I'M HERE!!! WOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;-I have an awesome suite all to myself.&lt;br /&gt;-I get to see friends tomorrow!! &lt;br /&gt;-I'm sipping hot green tea with tons of vanilla and splenda, from Starbucks. Can we say Yum?&lt;br /&gt;-I saw a weight loss center right beside a Marble Slab Creamery tonight... FAIL!  It made me chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;-I saw a double rainbow today after the horrid traffic jam and the sun came out right as i was driving over the bayous; Twas BEAUTIFUL. It's like God was saying, "Maggie, I'm still here. It's all good. Love you bunches. Love, God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE GOOD DEFINATELY OUTWEIGHS THE BAD. :o)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a good trip. Fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for your grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!!! Did I tell you about the guy who PEED by the interstate today?!!?!?! Right in front of everyone! I mean I know we were in a traffic jam for two hours and when you gotta go, you gotta go...but couldn't he have atleast found a TREEE!!?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dhcYhp5PCVs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dhcYhp5PCVs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I guess it's just a guy thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sleepy. Going to go cuddle up in my king size bed. :o) Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-1910641877801706140?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/1910641877801706140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=1910641877801706140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/1910641877801706140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/1910641877801706140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2010/05/goodbad-ugly-of-road-trips.html' title='Good,Bad, &amp; the Ugly of Road-trips..'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-6743773421065657346</id><published>2010-05-05T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T21:35:28.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knee-Driving , Stair- Falling , &amp; More</title><content type='html'>Today I discovered the awesome fun in driving with your knees. I put cruise control on and knee-drove almost all the way home from Troy today. Amazing. &lt;br /&gt;Next, I'll take on knee-driving with eyes closed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Kidding kidding. &lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Day is coming up.&lt;br /&gt;I've been missing my "other mother" a lot lately. &lt;br /&gt;She knows me better than a lot of people. &lt;br /&gt;She holds me accountable to the Word and keeps my head on straight.&lt;br /&gt;She's fun to talk to.. and she just OVERALL fun.&lt;br /&gt;Also, she's sooooo full of wisdom and experiences.&lt;br /&gt;I love her lots and haven't seen her in a few months. &lt;br /&gt;So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you Nora. &lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Found out something both shocking and upsetting tonight that made me want to punch someone in the face. ...with love, ofcourse. And afterwards I would tell them Jesus loves them. ...because that is the Christian thing to do... ofcourse. &lt;br /&gt;Just a warning: If you hurt someone I love dearly, I will hurt you. Got it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, the end :o) &lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..&lt;br /&gt;Working with the kiddos tonight was really fun. It always is, but tonight I had a helper. All the kids looooooooved him. lol. Poor guy, he had 7 year olds hanging all over him. &lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I managed to make all A's and B's this semester (so far..two grades aren't posted yet but I'm pretty confident that they are good.) &lt;br /&gt;It's a miracle. I don't know how I pulled it off this semester. Thank you Jesus. All things are possible with you. WOOP.&lt;br /&gt;SO GLAD THIS SEMESTER IS OVER, BTW.&lt;br /&gt;...&amp; so glad I can make it to kickboxing class @ the gym again! YEEESSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I have a new Maggie-Proverb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If thou art in a hurry because thou-est  woke up late and art late for Sunday morning practice, do not run down thy stairs with HEELS on. Heel will get caught on stair and thou shalt tumble down stairs...Causing bruising and soreness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s20.photobucket.com/albums/b206/maggieallyse2/?action=view&amp;current=woman-falling-down_vl0013b067.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b206/maggieallyse2/woman-falling-down_vl0013b067.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably stop getting hurt before people start thinking I'm abused. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just STOP being in a hurry all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, &lt;br /&gt;I'm tired tired tired. I'm going to sleep sleep sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAH,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margarite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-6743773421065657346?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/6743773421065657346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=6743773421065657346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/6743773421065657346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/6743773421065657346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2010/05/knee-driving-stair-falling-more.html' title='Knee-Driving , Stair- Falling , &amp; More'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-2965452337980943676</id><published>2010-04-27T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T21:12:44.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the day that never ends, yes it goes on &amp; on my friends....</title><content type='html'>What a week so far.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was really nice. &lt;br /&gt;After my 8am class i headed back to Enterprise and found my wooden swing overlooking the water at park. &lt;br /&gt;Was really enjoying some peace and quiet until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2crXPZKDU2Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2crXPZKDU2Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;So much for peace and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and took a fantastic nap, went to music practice for church, then to my friend's church softball game. Saw people from GTH there. Was so good to see Marcie. I have missed my "big sis" lots. Was good to see my crazy frand Kristi too. haha. Anyways..my friend Treybo gave me these awesome souveniers from England including a cool chalk-like rock from this really neat looking mountain, and some British coins which I almost put in the vending machine at school today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was perhaps the longest day I've had in a long time. It's the day that never ends (reminds of that old Lambchops song :o). And what do you know..It STILL hasn't ended.ha. Had so much to do. Thinking my GPA isn't going to look too good this semester. But atleast I made an A in Voice. woop. &lt;br /&gt;The day ended on a good note though. I came hom from Troy and ate Mellow Mushroom with my sister ..It was delish. Afterwards, we went and watched my 7-year old cousin, Bryant play baseball. I love my little cousins. They make me laugh. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E859upSK1mA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E859upSK1mA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Notice the lady on the bottom row with the red shirt. She's the one I kept accidently hitting with peanut hulls. Sorry nice lady who gave me dirty look. &lt;br /&gt;..Oh and to top off the night, my mom made some chesscake. oh my, it is delish. &lt;br /&gt;K, BED. GOOOOODNIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;-Margarite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps...Did I tell you that I owe the Troy University Library $52.50 in late fees? Couldn't they have a little mercy? Whaaaaat? I forget things. Haven't they ever forgotten something? k, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-2965452337980943676?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/2965452337980943676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=2965452337980943676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/2965452337980943676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/2965452337980943676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2010/04/this-is-day-that-never-ends-yes-it-goes.html' title='This is the day that never ends, yes it goes on &amp; on my friends....'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-3975035380160397895</id><published>2010-04-25T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T20:37:19.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maggie-Proverbs</title><content type='html'>So, I have obtained much wisdom from mistakes I have made.&lt;br /&gt;Just recently I learned a very good lesson. &lt;br /&gt;As many of you read on Facebook, &lt;br /&gt;I decided to steam a wrinkle out of my shirt with it still on to save time since I was in a rush. But in the end I &lt;b&gt;wasted&lt;/b&gt; TWICE as much time as I had planned on &lt;b&gt;saving&lt;/b&gt; because I had to take off my shirt anyways to apply burn cream to my scorched side.  :o)&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture I took of it today. hrm..You can kinda see things in it.. like a heart.. oh, and i see a duck too. &lt;br /&gt;What do you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s499.photobucket.com/albums/rr355/maggieallyse3/?action=view&amp;current=burn-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i499.photobucket.com/albums/rr355/maggieallyse3/burn-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ps..let me say again, that this is a picture of my SIDE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lesson learned:&lt;/b&gt; Just d&lt;i&gt;o the wise thing, even if it's going to take a little more time. It'll spare you alot of pain...literally.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...OUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the beach Friday. What a time. It was fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s499.photobucket.com/albums/rr355/maggieallyse3/?action=view&amp;current=beach-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i499.photobucket.com/albums/rr355/maggieallyse3/beach-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and i got tan. WOOP! Mom will be proud. &lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day/evening was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Drove to Troy early Saturday morning for Piano studio party. It was a lot of fun. I'm so thankful for my piano instructors who have seen potential in me to succeed and have helped me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..&lt;br /&gt;The next two weeks hold lots of expectancy. There's is alot of potential for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Margarite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-3975035380160397895?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/3975035380160397895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=3975035380160397895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/3975035380160397895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/3975035380160397895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2010/04/maggie-proverbs.html' title='Maggie-Proverbs'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-5142974200320589265</id><published>2010-04-14T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T20:45:30.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HATES, HOPES, &amp; HEARTS</title><content type='html'>Well, this week has pretty much been a roller coaster. &lt;br /&gt;So stressful but had some good moments too.&lt;br /&gt;I am DEFINATELY ready for this semester to be OVER.&lt;br /&gt;Then Hello Summer, and (MAYBE) Hello CHANGE and NEW OPPORTUNITY. :o)&lt;br /&gt;Please Jesus let this work out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized it's time to make some big girl decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. &lt;br /&gt;Tonight I got to see my dear chicas and chicos.&lt;br /&gt;They discovered tonight that my phone makes videos. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/unkP9vr5M6E&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/unkP9vr5M6E&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Flora TRIED to make a video. &lt;br /&gt;But she thought she had to REPEATEDLY press the record button....&lt;br /&gt;Attempt 1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6IneLEqv6bQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6IneLEqv6bQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="345" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTEMPT 2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="345" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mm9j-rPqX0w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mm9j-rPqX0w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="345" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCCESS!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KGe6RYC2wNk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KGe6RYC2wNk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="345" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, love her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sleepy. Goodnight friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Margarite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS...I've found a song that makes me happy. "Melody" by Kate Earl. It was on my Ipod and didn't even realize it. It's been on repeat all day. Check it out. It will make you tap your toes and bob your head,...And make you smile. :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-5142974200320589265?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/5142974200320589265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=5142974200320589265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/5142974200320589265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/5142974200320589265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2010/04/well-this-week-has-pretty-much-been.html' title='HATES, HOPES, &amp; HEARTS'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-2413550016465425747</id><published>2010-04-11T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T10:59:25.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fantastically Entertaining Requiem Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.thequoteblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/mozart.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last night I had an awesome extra credit opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Andrew, and Dahveed all desperately needed those fantastic extra credit points, &lt;br /&gt;so we all hopped in the car and took off to Niceville, Florida. &lt;br /&gt;It was an entertaining ride to say the least. &lt;br /&gt;And I documented our little roadtrip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PRE-REQIUEM EXPERIENCE INTERVIEW....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/whEpZkVYDDs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/whEpZkVYDDs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got there, picked up our tickets, and realized that Andrew and Dahveed were on row H ...and I was on Row V. No biggie. After intermission, I went and sat in the empty seat on row H beside my friends. Mozart's Requiem was kinda cool. There was this one part I really liked but I can't remember what it was. Anyway..over all great experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;POST-REQUIEM EXPERIENCE INTERVIEW....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D0j6dCMm8H8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D0j6dCMm8H8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then ate Subway. It was good. And headed home. And I got to see a &lt;b&gt;Airforce Base&lt;/b&gt;! ..it was neat. K. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Margarite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps..Have you ever listened recorded yourself talking? BLEH!! Is it just me, or do I sound like BAAAAABY? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hrm. k, bye. :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-2413550016465425747?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/2413550016465425747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=2413550016465425747&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/2413550016465425747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/2413550016465425747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2010/04/my-requiem-experience.html' title='My Fantastically Entertaining Requiem Experience'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-4690615934507216905</id><published>2010-04-08T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T18:25:55.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EAT MOR CHIKIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Highlight of my Week:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My music theory instructor gave everyone in the class a box of &lt;b&gt;Peeps&lt;/b&gt; on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s499.photobucket.com/albums/rr355/maggieallyse3/?action=view&amp;current=peeps.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i499.photobucket.com/albums/rr355/maggieallyse3/peeps.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeps are so cute that I never want to eat them. &lt;br /&gt;I almost feel bad biting their cute little heads off.&lt;br /&gt;...Almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably going to move away for the summer...which is a month away.&lt;br /&gt;Where to? ...I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;Probably should figure that out pretty soon and start looking for a job.&lt;br /&gt;I want to do something ministry-wise.&lt;br /&gt;Something where I can serve &lt;b&gt;others&lt;/b&gt;, instead of myself. &lt;br /&gt;Any ideas? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else out there ever feel like they can't hear God? Like there's a wall or something in the way? Like you can't FEEL Him? Like you're a million miles away?  &lt;br /&gt;If so, then you know it's absolutely no fun. I guess all you can do is keep seeking, keep searching.&lt;br /&gt;In Matthew 7:7-8, He says:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Keep on&lt;/b&gt; asking, and you will receive what you ask for. &lt;b&gt;Keep on&lt;/b&gt; seeking, and you will find. &lt;b&gt;Keep on&lt;/b&gt; knocking, and the door will be opened to you.  For everyone who asks, receives. Everyone who seeks, finds. And to everyone who knocks, the door will be opened." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to &lt;b&gt;keep on&lt;/b&gt; asking &amp; seeking &amp; banging on His door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even when I can't feel Him, I know He's there.&lt;br /&gt;He hasn't gone anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;He said He'll &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt; leave me nor forsake me. &lt;br /&gt;And this guy can't lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Margarite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. Thanks Hollie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-4690615934507216905?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/4690615934507216905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=4690615934507216905&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/4690615934507216905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/4690615934507216905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2010/04/eat-mor-chikin.html' title='EAT MOR CHIKIN'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-1171022371878174207</id><published>2010-04-04T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:30:56.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coldstone's New Doorman/Security Guard &amp; More</title><content type='html'>What an excellent weekend. &lt;br /&gt;Here it is in pictures &amp; video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was fun. Got to hang with some old friends I haven't hung with in a while.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Dothan and after dinner went to Coldstone for icecream.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like they have a new doorman who is also a security guard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5xHIrf1UdrI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5xHIrf1UdrI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is this kid's parents? He literally lingered at the door for an hour. omg. It was halarious.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he would just walk up to the window and stare...and drool. And at one point he went inside, went up to the cooler with icecream cakes, and stood with his hands on the glass just staring at them. poor kid. lol. He was cute though. Oh, and excuse the IDIOTS narrating in the background in the vid. ..Boys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later came back to Enterprise, went and saw a fraaaand. And then hung with my sisters for a little bit. It was nice to see them as I haven't seen them in like, 3 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday started off to be a pretty average day. But it turned out to be FABULOUS in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Me and frand want to eat dinner somewhere outside. I say beach (kidding, but not really), frand says, lets go..I say...OK! So me &amp; frand hop in the car &amp; off we go to the beach for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;The ride was wonderful..We let the windows down and turned up the radio..ahhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LkjElI_OMaY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LkjElI_OMaY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of getting lost and getting stuck in Spring Break traffic, the trip was totally worth it. We got a table right on the beach at Sharky's and right as the sun was setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/aKkS8JsryY-ibGfW_bw11w?authkey=Gv1sRgCPybju6w0JHgtAE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S7kHBBdYWkI/AAAAAAAAJFk/Pg7gZsHhs4s/s400/photo-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/maggiea7/MaggieThoughts?authkey=Gv1sRgCPybju6w0JHgtAE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Maggie-Thoughts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It was absolutely gorgeous! And there was live music! AAAAND I got green chips to eat with the cheese dip! ...And there were fireworks! It was definately a fun evening. I love being spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today is Easter. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus for loving me and dying for me..&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly for resurrecting.&lt;br /&gt;That sets you apart from every other religious figure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He's aliiiiiiiive!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You rock, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, thank you Easter Bunny for bringing me lots of chocolate and a cool book and stuff. You rock too..but not &lt;b&gt;nearly&lt;/b&gt; as much as Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Margarite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-1171022371878174207?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/1171022371878174207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=1171022371878174207&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/1171022371878174207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/1171022371878174207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2010/04/coldstones-new-doormansecurity-guard.html' title='Coldstone&apos;s New Doorman/Security Guard &amp; More'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S7kHBBdYWkI/AAAAAAAAJFk/Pg7gZsHhs4s/s72-c/photo-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-2115540590358393727</id><published>2010-03-29T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T21:51:32.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Makes Everything Right.</title><content type='html'>So..&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I should move.&lt;br /&gt;There's alot going on right now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on to the psalms that say,&lt;br /&gt;"God makes everything right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember which number they are though.&lt;br /&gt;But, that phrase is repeated multiple times in the book of Psalms..&lt;br /&gt;And I do trust that God will make everything right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a quote I really like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A mode of conduct, a standard of courage, discipline, fortitude and integrity can do a great deal to make a woman beautiful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;-Jacqueline Bisset (English actor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Those are some standards I strive to live by.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I want to be a woman of integrity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;One who people know is grounded in the Truth and knows where she stands.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;One who is honest with herself and holds herself accountable.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;One whom a Godly man would be proud to have as a wife one day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;One who promotes justice and isn't afraid to stand up for her beliefs and convictions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God help me to continue to be that kind of woman.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;An old man came into my lane today and ran me off the road&lt;br /&gt;It was scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed my pup,Fuzzy, alot today. I see everyone walking their dogs at the park and it makes me sad. Thinking about getting a new furry-friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to talk about today.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margarite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I am exicted about recording demos tomorrow that I will be sending off. YES.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-2115540590358393727?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/2115540590358393727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=2115540590358393727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/2115540590358393727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/2115540590358393727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2010/03/god-makes-everything-right.html' title='God Makes Everything Right.'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-3435506595422505681</id><published>2010-03-28T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T20:27:41.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate South-Alabama Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet my good friend Trey Wheeler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trey hails from "The Old North State", North Carolina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;On March 27, 2010 Treybo got to partake in the Ultimate South-Alabama Experience:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RATTLESNAKE RODEO.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate I missed it (HA).. I would have loved to see the greased-pole climb race.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;b&gt;snickers&lt;/b&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, Check out his RR apparel, complete with the RR tee and Dale Earnhardt cap.&lt;br /&gt;(you can actually feel the "scales" on the rattlesnake!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i499.photobucket.com/albums/rr355/maggieallyse3/treybo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i499.photobucket.com/albums/rr355/maggieallyse3/treybo.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...Priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we all went to La Parilla for Will Leib's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;My fiesta salad was muy delicioso and there was live music. Perfect!&lt;br /&gt;Here is the Friendly Taste of Mexico we received after the waiters sang Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i499.photobucket.com/albums/rr355/maggieallyse3/willbday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://i499.photobucket.com/albums/rr355/maggieallyse3/willbday.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has to be the best face I've seen.&lt;br /&gt;Will kept making donkey sounds everytime he showed this to anyone last night....???&lt;br /&gt;Will, you are a funny funny guy.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, notice the Justin Poss magnet holding down this amazing pic.&lt;br /&gt;That's my uncle..he sells houses and is awesome at it..&lt;br /&gt;You should give him a call @ Team Linda Simmons if you need to sell/buy a house.&lt;br /&gt;He's super nice.&lt;br /&gt;K, &amp;nbsp;end of advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;(you're welcome in advance, Jut &lt;b&gt;;o)&lt;/b&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight at Lifegroup, Scott Keen made the most amazing homemade cheesecake I have EVER had in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Holy COW.&lt;br /&gt;I've realized I talk about tasty food in my blog alot.&lt;br /&gt;but..I think good chefs should receive kudos for their deliciously outstanding work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...Tomorrow is Monday. Hello week. I'm ready to take you on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margarite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I discovered today that I can ride all the way to Troy on empty and not run down by the road.&lt;br /&gt;I love you Honda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-3435506595422505681?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/3435506595422505681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=3435506595422505681&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/3435506595422505681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/3435506595422505681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2010/03/ultimate-south-alabama-experience.html' title='The Ultimate South-Alabama Experience'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-1221334954643560544</id><published>2010-03-27T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T13:39:29.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment on the Lips is a Lifetime on the Hips..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;K, so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The sun is shining but, I'm still down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That is weird.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have no idea why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh well, I'll get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;..Whatever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This morning was quite refreshing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I woke up, spent some time with Jesus, went to the coffeeshop to grab some greentea, and headed to the park where i laid myself down on a wooden swing overlooking the lake. I popped in my headphones and just sat. And let the wind blow in my hair. And I didn't even sneeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then I took a little walk.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have I mentioned that I love Spring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Last night I was reminded of my love for kareoke...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;even though I didn't even get to sing (bummer)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think listening to other people kareoke is just as fun as doing it yourself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Saw my freshman speech teacher trying to kareoke it up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;HALARIOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So much I need to do today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. Make a resume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. Practice for choir concert tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. Hem dress for choir concert tomorrow. If it doesn't get done, though, I guess I can just wear my super-tall 3 inch heels and then they won't be able to tell that I didn't get my dress hemmed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. Somehow get over being nervous that I have to accompany a song at the concert tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want to do something.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; my little town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But I've been here for my whole life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Would like to put life on pause for atleast a couple of months and do an internship in Nashville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;or just work a job in cute little Franklin, TN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We'll see if that actually happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;....i think i ate all the Friendship bread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;oh my.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There's a Spongebob episode that has been stuck in my mind for years.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Don't laugh at me)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Squidward becomes addicted to Krabby Patties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Spongebob walks in on him gorging all the Krabby Patties in the KrustyKrab vault and almost has a heart attack. He urgently yells for Squidward to STOP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Squidward replies: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"What's gonna happen? Am I gonna blow up?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SpongeBob replies "No, worse, it'll go right to your THIGHS… and then you'll blow up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/spongebob_01/big%20thieghs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://www.freewebs.com/spongebob_01/big%20thieghs.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;oh no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Good thing I've been walking/bodycombatting/kickboxing/running my butt off lately..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Literally. :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Margarite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-1221334954643560544?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/1221334954643560544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=1221334954643560544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/1221334954643560544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/1221334954643560544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2010/03/moment-on-lips-is-lifetime-on-hips.html' title='A moment on the Lips is a Lifetime on the Hips..'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-5028804238262371523</id><published>2010-03-25T17:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T14:29:51.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Maggie-Rants...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here goes the most random Maggie-Thought entry in the history of all Maggie-Thoughts. Just bear with me. I have alot of my mind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has been a very interesting past few days to say the LEAST. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;very, very...eventful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I came home today and found on the counter what mom says is called "Friendship Bread" ... name fits it well..as I definately want to be friends with whoever made it. O.M.G. so good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did I tell you someone ransacked my car the other night?...oddly they didn't take anything..this time. A month ago my GPS disappeared from my car. hrm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am beyond ready for the beach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S6wDsRzXEBI/AAAAAAAAJCg/XdbZibKIN1s/s1600/photos-of-Taino-Beach-Bahamas-pictures.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452737308066779154" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S6wDsRzXEBI/AAAAAAAAJCg/XdbZibKIN1s/s200/photos-of-Taino-Beach-Bahamas-pictures.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 150px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love warm weather. Well, right now, anyways. In a few months I'll be saying I hate warm weather. I like that God made seasons, cause He knows we are like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We can actually learn alot from seasons, as life has its seasons too. Although you may prefer one season over another, there is something beautiful about every season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like, in winter, although it's terribly cloudy all the time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You get to wear scarves and boots.  And drink hot chocolate while you cuddle by a fire. And the Alabama sky in winter is fantastically beautiful when the sun is setting. In Spring, you get that perfect temperature with a light breeze, that is fabulous to jog in. And you see the flowers bloom and hear the birds sing. And in Summer, you get a tan and get to swim alot and you get to sit in the back of a truck at the Drive-in. And in Fall...You get to see the leaves turn amazing colors and eat lots of candy corn :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes you just have to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; for the beautiful things in each season, in both Earth-seasons &amp;amp; life-seasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway,...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I spent all this morning searching online for jobs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Need.job.desperately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I woke up and went for a walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's good "talk to God" time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've realized that everytime I go to the park I get this overwhelming urge to climb a tree..I guess I am just a monkey at heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH! And today I saw the bad-guy from Jumanji.. Safari-hat, beard, the whole shabang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S6wCZNYA_TI/AAAAAAAAJCY/xo6YJutVaC8/s1600/jumanji_006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452735880949202226" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S6wCZNYA_TI/AAAAAAAAJCY/xo6YJutVaC8/s320/jumanji_006.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...And he was talking to the squirrels. A LITTLE creepy, so I quickly walked to my car...and left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh oh! I have a new friend who showed me this amazing little App called Shazam...It's the one where you put it up to your speakers and it tells you the name of the song playing and who sings it...AMAZING! I have been Shazaming all day. I even tried to sing into it to see if would show my name... It didn't. But wouldn't that be amazing if it did? ..Or maybe more like scary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;K, that it is all. :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Margarite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-5028804238262371523?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/5028804238262371523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=5028804238262371523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/5028804238262371523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/5028804238262371523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2010/03/here-goes-most-random-maggie-thought.html' title='Random Maggie-Rants...'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S6wDsRzXEBI/AAAAAAAAJCg/XdbZibKIN1s/s72-c/photos-of-Taino-Beach-Bahamas-pictures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-8771590855742454643</id><published>2010-03-17T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T14:31:37.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Didn't go to school today as I wasn't feeling well. Felt like I wasted half of my day. :o/ Started to feel better after noon though so got to do my evening activities. woop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S6HH9yiy9GI/AAAAAAAAJBw/7MWd-UeSz1E/s1600-h/me+and+brian.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449856888448676962" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S6HH9yiy9GI/AAAAAAAAJBw/7MWd-UeSz1E/s320/me+and+brian.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 221px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got to see my babies tonight. :o) ..And once again, they stole my phone. Here's some of their picture-art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S6HHyOUgpvI/AAAAAAAAJBo/KEqqdqAsgnw/s1600-h/MTP+Collage.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449856689746519794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S6HHyOUgpvI/AAAAAAAAJBo/KEqqdqAsgnw/s320/MTP+Collage.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 82px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S6HMcbKMryI/AAAAAAAAJCQ/DfFSm03tGKg/s1600-h/Picnik+collage+MTP.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449861812793945890" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S6HMcbKMryI/AAAAAAAAJCQ/DfFSm03tGKg/s320/Picnik+collage+MTP.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 320px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 86px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love them. :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After that I rushed to small group. Tonight was Italian night and someone made chicken parmesan..O....M....G.... It was DE-LISH. I'm really enjoying my small group. Even though I mees my old small group like crazy I LOVE meeting and getting to know new people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boy am I glad I'M not in flight school. Just helped someone study for their test Friday. He has to know Emergency Procedures verbatim. YIKES. But, I mean, I guess it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; pretty important. SO GLAD IT'S NOT MEEEEEEE. I'll stick with music school. ;o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S6HMFCF3TeI/AAAAAAAAJCI/nK4Yhcwpe5M/s1600-h/photo-26.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449861410927889890" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S6HMFCF3TeI/AAAAAAAAJCI/nK4Yhcwpe5M/s200/photo-26.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 158px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:) Nightnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Margarite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ps...i am super pumped that The Swell Season is coming to Bham on May 26!!! AH! Anyone want to buy me a ticket? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-8771590855742454643?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/8771590855742454643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=8771590855742454643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/8771590855742454643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/8771590855742454643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2010/03/blackberry-bribery.html' title='Blah blah blah'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S6HH9yiy9GI/AAAAAAAAJBw/7MWd-UeSz1E/s72-c/me+and+brian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-575813476102784425</id><published>2010-03-15T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T21:51:13.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do You Spell YMCA?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S58MK5i39FI/AAAAAAAAJBQ/-vFp0nLqTvA/s1600-h/spring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S58MK5i39FI/AAAAAAAAJBQ/-vFp0nLqTvA/s320/spring.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449087455526909010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O...M...G...&lt;br /&gt;SPRINGTIME IS COMING!!!&lt;br /&gt;I became overly excited when I saw these trees. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is really crazy right now. &lt;br /&gt;Agh. Very very crazy. &lt;br /&gt;There are def some high emotions goin' on about everything that's going on right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably need some prayer.&lt;br /&gt;...Nope, def need some prayer.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you in advance...mmhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Maggie-story of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;Today one of the teachers at Mom'school had a kid ask how you spell YMCA. &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;He probably isn't the brightest lightbulb in the third grade. poor guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am rediculously TIRED. LONG day tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;And I have to wake up before the Sun wakes up again tomorrow, which I do not like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like i'm being very moody...&lt;br /&gt;So..NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Margarite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-575813476102784425?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/575813476102784425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=575813476102784425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/575813476102784425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/575813476102784425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2010/03/how-do-you-spell-ymca.html' title='How Do You Spell YMCA?'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S58MK5i39FI/AAAAAAAAJBQ/-vFp0nLqTvA/s72-c/spring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-8395252209166135634</id><published>2010-03-13T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T20:56:23.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't compromise the THRONE..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wow&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;What an eventful last couple of days. &lt;br /&gt;Good eventful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoothies have always been my favorite snack.&lt;br /&gt;But this week, it seems my love for them has multiplied times...a bajillion. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad that Spring Break is over.&lt;br /&gt;This past week has been amazingly relaxing and refreshing. &lt;br /&gt;Today was the perfect end to a great week.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to the sun shining. Ate a delish strawberry waffle with whippedcream at Huddle House, got to look at funny clothes at a gentlemen's clothing store for a long time. Then had the best walk in the world. I took a new trail today. Went to Fort Rucker to the trails there and it was BEAUTIFUL. I love being outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home from a fun night with friends. &lt;br /&gt;We had an interesting conversation about foreign toilets. My friend, Brian, said that when he was in Japan, the toilets had tons of buttons for like, "Massage" or "Turn on TV" or "Heated Seat"...etc... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S5xsYuaO2yI/AAAAAAAAJBI/nwgzOGSffdI/s1600-h/pimped-out-john-xbox-360-roto-rooter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S5xsYuaO2yI/AAAAAAAAJBI/nwgzOGSffdI/s320/pimped-out-john-xbox-360-roto-rooter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448348821242174242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt; I think that one of those really lives up to the term "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THRONE&lt;/span&gt;". If I had one, I would &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; leave the bathroom. ....People would probably become concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with America? Why don't we have such toilets? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;..the Japanese are so much further ahead of us. Come on, America. Get on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now...tired. Oh so tired. And just had to set my clock forward an hour. Oh my. Getting up tomorrow will be fun. Excited that some friends will be coming to church with me! Woop woop! :o) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Margarite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-8395252209166135634?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/8395252209166135634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=8395252209166135634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/8395252209166135634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/8395252209166135634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2010/03/dont-compromise-throne.html' title='Don&apos;t compromise the THRONE..'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S5xsYuaO2yI/AAAAAAAAJBI/nwgzOGSffdI/s72-c/pimped-out-john-xbox-360-roto-rooter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-5830046441080022762</id><published>2010-03-11T17:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T20:53:56.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat French-fries at Own Risk</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning to two snuggle-buddies. :o) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S5mav7c1yPI/AAAAAAAAJAw/p7KgruiomIM/s1600-h/24554_406213509277_640009277_5358054_7819386_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S5mav7c1yPI/AAAAAAAAJAw/p7KgruiomIM/s200/24554_406213509277_640009277_5358054_7819386_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447555372484511986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them :o) .&lt;br /&gt;It was so strange taking them to school this morning. They are growing up so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Bryant cracked me up this morning. &lt;br /&gt;He said Abbey's friend went with them to eat at McDonald's last night and  told him that was her boyfriend. He said," Well, he's mean. He was throwing frenchfries at my head. He almost broke my head because they were really sharp frenchfries."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S5mq53SijNI/AAAAAAAAJA4/B-cafsQQleo/s1600-h/101909-frenchfries.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S5mq53SijNI/AAAAAAAAJA4/B-cafsQQleo/s200/101909-frenchfries.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447573135352302802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did Frenchfries become a safety-hazard? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Abs ate Myori today and the waiter just realized we are sisters. I swear he came to the table atleeeeast 5 times to tell us that he never knew we were sisters. lol. Oh, and he noticed that both of us take the mushrooms out of our chicken bowl. We found out that we can actually order our chicken bowls without mushrooms. Thank nice Myori guy. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the park today and had two dog incidents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I saw my friend and he was walking his big lab. He stopped and we talked. He looked down and said," Oh, I think you have sunscreen or lotion or something on your leg."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...It was his dog's SLOBBER...YUCK. I proceeded to wipe it OFF my leg and onto his shirt. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There was this guy with a huge German Shepard...&lt;br /&gt;German Shepard poos. Guy bends down to pick up poo, not paying any attention to what his dog is doing behind his back. Maggie walks by. Dog runs and jumps on Maggie.Dog is as big as Maggie. Almost knocks Maggie down. Guy says nothing, not even I'm sorry on his dog's behalf....oh well. Was nice about it. Afterall, God loves "jumpy-dog-owners-who-let-their-dogs-jump-all-over-people" too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Darden's for the 1st time in forever and sipped some yummy Pomegranite greentea. :) I love it there. It takes me out of Enterprise and to another place. &lt;br /&gt; Then, I got to take a nap. It was fab :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Tomorrow I am recording some demos with Jason. I am PUUUUUMPED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Can't believe Spring Break is almost over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, waiting for a phone call. Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margarite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Smoothies. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-5830046441080022762?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/5830046441080022762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=5830046441080022762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/5830046441080022762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/5830046441080022762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2010/03/i-woke-up-this-morning-to-two-snuggle.html' title='Eat French-fries at Own Risk'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S5mav7c1yPI/AAAAAAAAJAw/p7KgruiomIM/s72-c/24554_406213509277_640009277_5358054_7819386_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-8095394446165419105</id><published>2010-03-10T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:30:13.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Windshield-Wiper Revelations</title><content type='html'>SWELL DAY. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Got to sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;2.Had lunch with my amazing friend Jordan Lohr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S5h9Q6f0kNI/AAAAAAAAJAg/e9HiTBCIPc0/s1600-h/me+jordy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S5h9Q6f0kNI/AAAAAAAAJAg/e9HiTBCIPc0/s320/me+jordy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447241478838718674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a. For lunch we ate Mellow Mushroom and i got to build my yummy salad:&lt;br /&gt;    -Romaine Lettuce-Parmesan-Terriaki Chicken- ...YUM.&lt;br /&gt;Except they put JERK chicken on it instead and it was so daggum spicy that it felt like my tongue had gone to Hell and I couldn't eat my salad. oh well. &lt;br /&gt;b. After lunch we walked to Dakotas and I got to sip delish green tea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Taught piano for 30 minutes to one of my favorite students. &lt;br /&gt;  a. This other girl was in the other room getting her lesson. Her name is Quinn and she's like...8 or something and is a freaking piano prodige.ANNNYWAY... I walked in the other room to sign out of work and she said my hair looked very pretty. :o) It really made my day, since I'm HATING my hair and have been self conscious about it all day. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Got to see my precious hispanic-babies. :o) &lt;br /&gt;We talked about the prodigal son. And they actually sat down and listened.&lt;br /&gt;Except Edwin stole my phone and was taking pictures the whole time. :o) i love him.&lt;br /&gt;Here's some of his photoart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S5h-L1pYvkI/AAAAAAAAJAo/QhMkv8hNqUI/s1600-h/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S5h-L1pYvkI/AAAAAAAAJAo/QhMkv8hNqUI/s320/Picnik+collage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447242491148942914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Went to small group at Hollie &amp; Matt's tonight and ate Thanksgiving dinner!&lt;br /&gt;a. Met some really awesome people.&lt;br /&gt;b. Had the best mash-potatoes i've ever eaten in my LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Had someone really fun contact me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:o) Night my wonderful readers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margarite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I noticed something amazing tonight... When I slow down in my car my windshield wipers slow down and when I speed up they speed up... AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;Makes sense since it rains harder when you're driving fast and lighter when you're stopped at a stoplight. (So it seems).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-8095394446165419105?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/8095394446165419105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=8095394446165419105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/8095394446165419105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/8095394446165419105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2010/03/o.html' title='Windshield-Wiper Revelations'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S5h9Q6f0kNI/AAAAAAAAJAg/e9HiTBCIPc0/s72-c/me+jordy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-7820211758740504895</id><published>2010-03-10T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T07:03:32.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNRecommendation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S5eydPYT9NI/AAAAAAAAJAQ/7bPwrhPt2Yw/s1600-h/419uQk5ohYL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S5eydPYT9NI/AAAAAAAAJAQ/7bPwrhPt2Yw/s320/419uQk5ohYL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447018489742357714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;K so,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In continuing my reading this morning, I realized that this guy is very opinionated and definately has some opinions I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt; agree with. I won't go into it.. it'll just get me riled up. &lt;br /&gt;I know I recommended the book, but can I UNrecommend it? At least pages 92 through 94...&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I think It should be fine...maybe..I haven't made it to the end yet so we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny though how one thing someone says can totally undermine everything else they say? Not even sure if I want to read the rest of this book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-7820211758740504895?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/7820211758740504895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=7820211758740504895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/7820211758740504895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/7820211758740504895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2010/03/unrecommendation.html' title='UNRecommendation'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S5eydPYT9NI/AAAAAAAAJAQ/7bPwrhPt2Yw/s72-c/419uQk5ohYL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-360459102581170210</id><published>2010-03-09T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T19:47:11.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Adventures</title><content type='html'>Going to fix this hair problem..Here goes nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S5cQsEKsgfI/AAAAAAAAJAA/E7AQ-uNCljE/s1600-h/photo-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S5cQsEKsgfI/AAAAAAAAJAA/E7AQ-uNCljE/s200/photo-7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446840623546794482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to cry.&lt;br /&gt;My hair. My (usually) beautiful hair.&lt;br /&gt;As of 5 minutes ago my highlights were pinkish-red. &lt;br /&gt;Going to cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how this turns out in 30 more minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have officially learned my lesson..&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE AT-HOME COLORING. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;...maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I saw my good friend Jordan as I was on my way to kickboxing class. :o) I miss her much. Me and her are alot alike. Wish I saw her more... but, GOOD NEWS!, There is a possiblity we may get lunch tomorrow :o) YIPPEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biggest News of Today:&lt;br /&gt;I read (almost) half a book! (Reading a book is one of my 2010 resolutions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called "WHAT HE MUST BE...If he wants to marry my daughter" &lt;br /&gt;My mom was reading it and she left it on her bed,...so I decided I'd take a peak.&lt;br /&gt;It's for padres, but IIII have gotten so much out of it. &lt;br /&gt;I'm learning what I should be looking for in a hubby in this perversed world full of  JERKS. (paha jk)&lt;br /&gt;It talks about the father's role in his daughter's relationships. Which is kind of neat. Not that there are to be arranged marriages or anything. But it is his duty to protect his daughter from an unGodly relationship. or something along those lines.. You should probably read it too. Whether you're a Daddy, or a daughter, or a son, you will get lots out of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me,&lt;br /&gt;I met this one guy whose gentleman skills totally blew me out of the water. WOAH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;HAIR UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S5cQ_w2W-sI/AAAAAAAAJAI/V50lAAvUkyc/s1600-h/photo-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S5cQ_w2W-sI/AAAAAAAAJAI/V50lAAvUkyc/s200/photo-8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446840961958607554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY. I have pretty highlights :o) That was a CLOSE one!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I know all you cosmetologists out there who have been following my hair-adventures are about to pull your OWN hair out...I promise..I'll stop!..before MINE falls out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate scrambled eggs for breakfast this morning... Sometimes I don't like eggs.  I had to force them down. YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost cried today. It makes me sad when people aren't shown God's love by others just because they are different or they weren't as fortunate to be born into the life (or country) that they were. Especially when Christians do it. It hurts my heart. Really really bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margarite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-360459102581170210?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/360459102581170210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=360459102581170210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/360459102581170210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/360459102581170210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2010/03/going-to-fix-this-hair-problem.html' title='Hair Adventures'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S5cQsEKsgfI/AAAAAAAAJAA/E7AQ-uNCljE/s72-c/photo-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-858572055804569705</id><published>2010-03-08T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T21:51:49.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy March 8th everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the sun shone :o) &lt;br /&gt;You can't imagine how fantastically excited I was.&lt;br /&gt;I wore a TSHIRT and SHORTS! woo!&lt;br /&gt;Went to the park (For the 3rd day in a row) and took a walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S5XQvk8XhdI/AAAAAAAAI_4/YA1nGqjYGmU/s1600-h/mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S5XQvk8XhdI/AAAAAAAAI_4/YA1nGqjYGmU/s200/mail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446488840163788242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...It was beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;Definately swim-weather.&lt;br /&gt;I was tempted to hop in the lake with the ducks.&lt;br /&gt;I decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought it was great that I got to wear shorts today.&lt;br /&gt;But...my mom told me I need to go to the tanningbed (THANKS MOM)&lt;br /&gt;She's right.  This winter's wardrobe has taken a tole on my melanin levels. &lt;br /&gt;So, as unhealthy as I think it is...I will start tanning again...for everyone else' sake. Did you know that in the "old-days", being PALE and WHITE was favorable...it showed you had class. Can I just pull that card? &lt;br /&gt;okay okay, i'll go...&lt;br /&gt;But I'm NOT going to end up like those girls who look like leathery gingerbread cookies. :o)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...i said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a Bible-study with my sister tonight. I really enjoyed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH....and I can't leave this important part of my day out.&lt;br /&gt;k, so... my roots were starting to show and I can't stand that...So,...I made the impulsive decision to try and dye my hair back dark blonde/light brown....&lt;br /&gt;My hair was bleach blonde SO I figured if I used a really dark color it would balance out and I would get that middle color...UM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair pretty much soaked up that "Nice 'n Easy: darkest natural brunette" and my hair is now DARKEST NATURAL BRUNETTE. Great. This isn't the 1st time. Guess I'll just have to live with it for a while.. atleast a few weeks anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Who needs Cosmetology school? I just learn by trial and error...LOTS &amp; LOTS OF ERROR. paha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margarite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-858572055804569705?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/858572055804569705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=858572055804569705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/858572055804569705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/858572055804569705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2010/03/happy-march-8th-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S5XQvk8XhdI/AAAAAAAAI_4/YA1nGqjYGmU/s72-c/mail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-4470429400536157506</id><published>2010-03-07T21:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:33:51.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You wanna Donut?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S5SL2wIfCmI/AAAAAAAAI_w/kUMquXdgNX8/s1600-h/donuts1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S5SL2wIfCmI/AAAAAAAAI_w/kUMquXdgNX8/s320/donuts1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446131622147459682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a walk today. &lt;br /&gt;Alone.&lt;br /&gt;It was fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my sister's boyfriend came to church and to my Granny's for lunch and bless my Granny's heart (and his), She asked him atleast three times if he wanted a donut for dessert. &lt;br /&gt;...And then she asked me if she asked him if he wanted a donut for dessert. :o) &lt;br /&gt;I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I met this guy who reminds me of my brother Terrell.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why I have to give you his name , haha..he's my ONLY brother.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. &lt;br /&gt;This guy looks kinda like Terell and his mannerisms are alot like his. &lt;br /&gt;I thought it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;And he talked about how he wouldn't be where he is today if it weren't for the man who picked him up for church every Wednesday when he was a teenager. And I remembered the first time we ever picked Terrell up for church and where he was then and where he is now. He's come a LONG way. :o) What a mighty man of God my brother is now. &lt;br /&gt;God used my mom.. Because she was willing to be used... And because she has the biggest heart in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ranting.. &lt;br /&gt;But.. think... you never know what impact you could be making on someone else's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timothy Keel makes the best banana pudding in the world. WOW. Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and at Lifegroup i tried poppy-seed chicken. DELISH!&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that I don't have to take a drug test for some odd reason tomorrow. Don't know why I would. But it wouldn't be good since I ate lots of poppyseeds tonight. Isn't that the equivalent of like... marajuana or cocaine or something? &lt;br /&gt;Hrm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Goodnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Margarite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: If you ever feel like commenting, I'm sorry, but this layout is a retard and made my comments box vanish; Sooooo..you'll have to leave one on facebook or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-4470429400536157506?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/4470429400536157506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=4470429400536157506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/4470429400536157506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/4470429400536157506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2010/03/you-wanna-donut.html' title='You wanna Donut?'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S5SL2wIfCmI/AAAAAAAAI_w/kUMquXdgNX8/s72-c/donuts1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-5226375408841116408</id><published>2010-03-06T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T15:52:36.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was the most gorgeous day in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, ran some intervals with frands. &lt;br /&gt;And laid in the grass for a few while doing ab workout...even though i'm allergic to grass..&lt;br /&gt;It was very rejuvinating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wished I had a kite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can God really watch one of His loves just walk away?&lt;br /&gt;I think His love is greater than that. &lt;br /&gt;He'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;And when they come back around, &lt;br /&gt;He'll be like the prodigal's father.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess all I can do is pray. You know?&lt;br /&gt;Prayer is pretty powerful. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Was just thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S5LpvjCTEhI/AAAAAAAAI_o/0PvQS155qsM/s1600-h/photo-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S5LpvjCTEhI/AAAAAAAAI_o/0PvQS155qsM/s320/photo-6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445671902512353810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My certificate of registration finally came in yesterday for a song I wrote a few years ago. I know it's registered the minute you click SUBMIT but it's just cooler to have it on paper. It makes it ...OFFICIAL :o) And more should be coming in the mail soon! yippeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to see Alice in Wonderland tonight. That's my favorite Disney movie and I'm excited but...It looks a little trippy, like it should be called "Alice on Drugs." &lt;br /&gt;But excited nonetheless.. even if I am going to feel like I'm on acid....not that I know what that feels like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:o) THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-5226375408841116408?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/5226375408841116408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=5226375408841116408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/5226375408841116408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/5226375408841116408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2010/03/today-was-most-gorgeous-day-in-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S5LpvjCTEhI/AAAAAAAAI_o/0PvQS155qsM/s72-c/photo-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-518546019511888727</id><published>2010-03-04T18:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T18:30:59.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Nice Goatee, Debussy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S5BstgHwZpI/AAAAAAAAI_g/wt9Cs9PkgWs/s1600-h/debussy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S5BstgHwZpI/AAAAAAAAI_g/wt9Cs9PkgWs/s200/debussy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444971478463309458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...My latest hit single..Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice goatee, Debussy&lt;br /&gt;Writing them gangsta melodies.&lt;br /&gt;Wagnerism out tha do'&lt;br /&gt;You write betta &lt;br /&gt;That's fo sho.&lt;br /&gt;Arabesque, Clare de la Lune&lt;br /&gt;You make really pretty tunes.&lt;br /&gt;Nice goatee, Debussy&lt;br /&gt;Ownin' that 20th century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank, you. Thank you, very much. &lt;br /&gt;K, time to get back to writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Margarite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-518546019511888727?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/518546019511888727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=518546019511888727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/518546019511888727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/518546019511888727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2010/03/nice-goatee-debussy.html' title='&quot;Nice Goatee, Debussy&quot;'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S5BstgHwZpI/AAAAAAAAI_g/wt9Cs9PkgWs/s72-c/debussy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-5882083297666469578</id><published>2010-03-03T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T18:23:55.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So there's this guy named Debussy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S49TMldw2KI/AAAAAAAAI_Y/OlGA6Qmoa68/s1600-h/claude-debussy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S49TMldw2KI/AAAAAAAAI_Y/OlGA6Qmoa68/s320/claude-debussy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444661950194702498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice goatee, Debussy. Hey, that rhymes. I feel a song coming on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I am writing a paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I am horrible at writing papers.&lt;br /&gt;I figure that since I enjoy blogging, if I blog about Debussy it will make writing this paper funner AND easier. Two birds with one stone. &lt;br /&gt;So...I am going to regurgitate what I've read so far..In my own words ofcourse.. then I will finish putting it in paper form. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K so..&lt;br /&gt;Debussy's REAL name was Achilles-Claude Debussy. I'm pretty sure he was named after his padre, Manuel-Achille. Don't know why he didn't go by Achille (Isn't that the name of a part of the body or something?). I guess it's kind of like my parents' names. They both go by their middle names. Did you know that my dad's real name isn't David? It's really James. And mom's not really Rena'...Hello &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BEVVVVVERLY&lt;/span&gt;.:o) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho...After Claude's daddy spent some time in the French marines he settled down &amp; found him a wifey (Victorine Manoury). Together, they moved to a little suburb of Paris, Germain-en-Laye where they ran a little china shop(how cute!). Victorine also worked as a seamstress. They were your typical middle-class couple. While they were in Germain-en-Laye, they brought into the world their first little one: Claude! They probably didn't know that their kid was going to be one of the greatest composers of the 2oth century! (Atleast in my mind he is). I'm sure Debussy's daddy didn't. He had his own dreams for Claude to become a sailor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, so during this time The Frano-Prussian War was going on and the family was forced to move in with Dubussy's aunt, Clementine (I love all these pretty, Frenchy names). &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt; saw potential in Claude to be a great musician and composer. She introduced Claude to Jean Cerutt, a rockin' Italian musician and he became Claude's piano teacher. This is where Claude Debussy started his extraordinary musical career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*PAUSE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ....I'm tired. More to come tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and in case Dr.Phillips is reading this...&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry. This is not what my paper sounds like. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Margarite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-5882083297666469578?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/5882083297666469578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=5882083297666469578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/5882083297666469578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/5882083297666469578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2010/03/so-theres-this-guy-named-debussy.html' title='So there&apos;s this guy named Debussy...'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S49TMldw2KI/AAAAAAAAI_Y/OlGA6Qmoa68/s72-c/claude-debussy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-1020561459548632769</id><published>2010-03-01T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:11:28.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S4ypA7tb1TI/AAAAAAAAI_Q/cDfgb2_4svo/s1600-h/Singing_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S4ypA7tb1TI/AAAAAAAAI_Q/cDfgb2_4svo/s320/Singing_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443911883077440818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining out. &lt;br /&gt;I love the sound of the rain.&lt;br /&gt;It's like nature's music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when you're looking forward to something, but there's something you're NOT looking forward to right before it? AHHHH...that's what's happening this week.&lt;br /&gt;Next week is Spring Break, but THIS week I have SOOOOOO much to get done it's not even funny..Including a research paper I have yet to begin. LORD HELP ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...Tomorrow LIMELIGHT auditions are taking place. We have a pretty good number of auditionees scheduled..and there are sure to be walk-ins. YAY! Evidence that I'm doing my job right! haha. :o) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today one of my friends' Facebook statuses read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sandwiches: giving women something to make since 1959"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really? ...lol...i have to admit..it's kind of funny...but here's one for you guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Foot: Giving men something to stick in their mouth since the beginning of time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there's this pastor dude whom I don't know, but he follows me on Twitter. He posts the cheesiest "GOD-is-like-Sayings" I have ever heard. I mean that in a nice way...heh heh.&lt;br /&gt; Here are the latest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-GOD is like BAYER ASPIRIN ... He works miracles.&lt;br /&gt;-GOD is like ALLSTATE ... You're in good hands with Him.&lt;br /&gt;-GOD is like COKE .... He's the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;-GOD is like DIAL SOAP ..Aren't you glad you have Him.Don't you wish everybody did?&lt;br /&gt;-GOD is like DELTA ... He's ready when you are.&lt;br /&gt;-GOD is like VO-5 HAIR SPRAY ... He holds through all kinds of weather.&lt;br /&gt;-GOD is like SCOTCH TAPE ... You can't see him, but you know He's there.&lt;br /&gt;-GOD is like SEARS ... He has everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if I can come up with one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD is like my HAIR.. He's big and bright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh? eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Margarite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Thank you, God, for rain, even though it makes my hair frizzy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-1020561459548632769?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/1020561459548632769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=1020561459548632769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/1020561459548632769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/1020561459548632769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2010/03/its-raining-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S4ypA7tb1TI/AAAAAAAAI_Q/cDfgb2_4svo/s72-c/Singing_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-2728217866625736205</id><published>2010-02-22T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:18:17.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b35226ee1d0de03" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0b35226ee1d0de03%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331774026%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D21B63C4F06A451209DBD8B579464E9758CD19C23.7AC2793CC39AD78ECEF4C0BC8A1B9EB7BB30B934%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db35226ee1d0de03%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dwsd5BZdbrHBvtGt8kvaffjdDZHI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0b35226ee1d0de03%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331774026%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D21B63C4F06A451209DBD8B579464E9758CD19C23.7AC2793CC39AD78ECEF4C0BC8A1B9EB7BB30B934%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db35226ee1d0de03%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dwsd5BZdbrHBvtGt8kvaffjdDZHI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my silly friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are the bomb. I would probably go crazy without them. That's not a bad thing..I don't think. I mean, God is the one who gives us friends. He INVENTED friends.&lt;br /&gt;Friends keep each other accountable. Friends can strengthen you. Friends can see things in you sometimes that you can't see.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their work; If one falls down, his friend can help him up. But pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up!" Ecclesiastes 4:9-10 NIV &lt;br /&gt;(Now I have that song "Two is Better Than One" by Boys Like Girls stuck in my head.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point made...Friendship is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so loved today, as maaaany of my friends showered me with comments/messages &amp; such telling me how they appreciated me &amp; were glad to be my friend. I have no idea where it all came from, but it totally made my day! :o) I guess God knew that it would. Amazing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking today about what my ten-year high school reunion will be like (Still got a ways to go). I actually got a little panicky and worried..I thought to myself, "WHAT IF I'M NOT DOING SOMETHING AMAZING BY THEN?!" I quickly turned this worry/fear into MOTIVATION and my perspective on things totally changed. Now I'm thinking, "What all can I accomplish by then?" &lt;br /&gt;I think it's good to set some goals for myself. Otherwise, I get nowhere and I become indecisive. An unknown author once said, "If you aim at nothing, you'll hit it every time." Simple, but so true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've rambled enough for tonight. Nightynight, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Margarite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-2728217866625736205?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/2728217866625736205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=2728217866625736205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/2728217866625736205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/2728217866625736205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2010/02/i-love-my-silly-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-1708700604203571634</id><published>2010-02-21T21:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T22:30:41.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Say the Darnest Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S4IhLA-U2tI/AAAAAAAAI_A/v1wUFKibsCY/s1600-h/l_314e35d1520b4e21a8c197c2487d03d0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S4IhLA-U2tI/AAAAAAAAI_A/v1wUFKibsCY/s320/l_314e35d1520b4e21a8c197c2487d03d0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440947772940671698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend Review:&lt;br /&gt;Good. &lt;br /&gt;Simple. &lt;br /&gt;Yet busy.&lt;br /&gt;But Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins Baylee and Bryant turned seven this past week. It makes me feel old. Considering how I remember when they were born. I think about how tiny they were; how you could hold them in your hand. And how I was SO proud of them (&amp; still am). And then came precious Brynna (The cutie in the picture)..THREE amazing little miracles. I LOVE LOVE LOVE them! Eeeeeeven in moments like today: After gettng little sleep last night, going to church at 7:30am, and singing through two services I came home to take a loooong refreshing nap. About 45 minutes into my beloved nap I hear little feet stomping up the stairs. Then I hear little fists banging on my door and little voices saying "I think she's asleep. I don't think she can hear us." pahaha. They make me smile. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Baylee and Bryant had their birthday party at Cupcakes Ya'll. It was so cute. The kids all wore aprons and chef hats and they each got 3 cupcakes to decorate however they wanted. As Baylee was squeezing icing out of her bag onto her cupcake I STUPIDLY whispered in her ear that it looked like "Pink Poopoo". WHAT WAS I THINKING? "Mouth-of-the-south" proceeds to bust out laughing and yells across the room what her funny cousin, Maggie, just said. I could only imagine what was going through the moms' heads then. "Cousin-Maggie is a bad influence on my child. I'm never calling HER to babysit." GREAT. paha. Gotta love Baylee. She is something else. :o)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can't forget about Rice-Krispie girl.. K, so, all the kids got little bags to take their cupcakes home in. Well, I see this one little girl stashing a huge rice-krispie into her baggie. And I thought to myself, "I'm preeeeeeetty sure the kiddos didn't get rice-krispies as party favors." Suuuuure enough, I look over at the counter where all the sweet-treats are for sale and there is a chair pulled up to it. All the treats are lined up nice and neat and I see one huge empty space right smack dab in the middle of the rice-krispies. paha. Needless to say, she didn't get to take her rice-krispie home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids do &amp; say the darnest things. They are awesome :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-1708700604203571634?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/1708700604203571634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=1708700604203571634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/1708700604203571634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/1708700604203571634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2010/02/kids-say-darnest-things.html' title='Kids Say the Darnest Things'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S4IhLA-U2tI/AAAAAAAAI_A/v1wUFKibsCY/s72-c/l_314e35d1520b4e21a8c197c2487d03d0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-3349957088687560826</id><published>2010-02-17T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:58:24.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S3zW0W8xNHI/AAAAAAAAI-4/S_6igEOzMAA/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S3zW0W8xNHI/AAAAAAAAI-4/S_6igEOzMAA/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439458644958721138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to start off saying how awesome my Daddy is. He's #1 in the whole universe.&lt;br /&gt;This is the text message I receive EVERY single morning from my daddy. He probably thinks it's no big deal; that it's just a small thing. But to me, it's a such a huge deal. This teeny-tiny thing makes a huge difference in my day. It can totally turn a bad morning into a good one. It's nice to know that he thinks about me when he awakes in the morning. My Daddy's just like that though...He does the sweetest little things, but little does he know how BIG they are to me. :o) I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was..eh..long.&lt;br /&gt;I am quite &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FRUSTRATED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Don't judge..I am just human...believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;So, give me just one minute to vent: &lt;br /&gt;Marketing=STRESSED Maggie. &lt;br /&gt;This CP class scares me to death. I feel like I did when I was in K-12: like I was the only one who wasn't getting it. Just kind in my own clueless little world. ha. I am trying to do everything right and I want to please everyone so so bad. but my little A.D.D. brain isn't the fastest "picker-upper". So...&lt;br /&gt;I am definately going to need God to be my strength where I'm weak. I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength! woop woop! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,... THE END of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always try to keep myself up as long as possible? I am about to fall over. Should probably give in and let my body sleep. Yup..Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Margarite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-3349957088687560826?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/3349957088687560826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=3349957088687560826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/3349957088687560826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/3349957088687560826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2010/02/just-want-to-start-off-saying-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S3zW0W8xNHI/AAAAAAAAI-4/S_6igEOzMAA/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-7439397308127461415</id><published>2010-02-16T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T18:41:40.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S3tXNXRhrxI/AAAAAAAAI-w/hB2-qhMmH8I/s1600-h/brickman_hi_rez1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S3tXNXRhrxI/AAAAAAAAI-w/hB2-qhMmH8I/s320/brickman_hi_rez1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439036862077447954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, my friends, is Jim Brickman. I was introduced to him by my good friend, Meagan King, @ school today via Youtube. Thank you, Meagan..you have changed my life. PAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Check him out... I mean, check his music out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnyyyyways..&lt;br /&gt;I liked today. I got to have fun conversations with fun people, including my voice teacher. We discussed the fact that maturity levels don't always match age. &lt;br /&gt;Example: Guy is 18, but acts like he's 25 or 30. (Thumbs up)  &lt;br /&gt;And then there's the way too common scenario: 25 year old acts like a 12 year old.(Thumbs DOWN) &lt;br /&gt;I don't really know where I'm going with this...just stating a fact i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My voice teacher has been letting me sing jazz lately, which makes me really happy..Because I was MADE to sing Jazz. haha. She told me I should see if there's a jazz band or something around here I can sing in. I've alway's imagined myself as Mary Jane in Spiderman, singing in Jazz-bars (uh...i mean Jazz-churches?) in NYC. Ahhhh, I would love it. :o) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note:&lt;br /&gt;Concert Production wasn't as bad as I thought it would be today. I was definately put on the hotseat, but luckily didn't come out crying. paha. I know making this concert happen isn't an easy thing though and I'm having to push myself and not let myself give up. I'm not going to do like I've done in the past and give up every time something gets difficult. HOLD ME TO THAT. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, time to get things done. Byebye blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Margarite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-7439397308127461415?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/7439397308127461415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=7439397308127461415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/7439397308127461415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/7439397308127461415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2010/02/this-my-friends-is-jim-brickman.html' title=''/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S3tXNXRhrxI/AAAAAAAAI-w/hB2-qhMmH8I/s72-c/brickman_hi_rez1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-6809812020256206677</id><published>2010-02-12T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T13:48:02.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fffdae3b8ec06b90" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfffdae3b8ec06b90%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331774026%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5880A9F88B962ADD276F34C9B4B0ABF657ED08F.503F8909BFF5EB92484E0709356D0AF17318B145%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfffdae3b8ec06b90%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DS2qf9wKPMCZM1FnFrvogKvGKk6s&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfffdae3b8ec06b90%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331774026%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5880A9F88B962ADD276F34C9B4B0ABF657ED08F.503F8909BFF5EB92484E0709356D0AF17318B145%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfffdae3b8ec06b90%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DS2qf9wKPMCZM1FnFrvogKvGKk6s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, so there was a "Blizzard" in Enterprise today. There's real snow EVERYWHERE!..like 5 inches! I woke up this morning amaaazed to find that the ground in my yard was completely WHITE..It felt like Christmas! I rushed to get out of bed and slipped on some clothes and my handydandy Uggs...They finally served their purpose!! Got hot tea and headed to the park. I was surprised to see that my friends also had the same idea! It was lots of fun. I made my first snow angel and sledded for the first time! :o) It was great. I felt like a little girl! :D&lt;br /&gt;The down side of this day though... No trip to Florida to the "roll-throwin" place. Miss my friends down there. :o( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note,&lt;br /&gt;I've realized something about myself. I am not a very good "team-person", which is something I probably need to work on. I am very independent and like to do things on my own. Just be patient with me, I'm working on that! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong though, I am soooooo thankful for all the people God has put around me. I love all my great friends..and my amazing family too. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-6809812020256206677?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/6809812020256206677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=6809812020256206677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/6809812020256206677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/6809812020256206677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2010/02/k-so-there-was-blizzard-in-enterprise.html' title=''/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-497355549683171574</id><published>2010-02-11T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:11:30.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S3T_Dola5CI/AAAAAAAAI-E/umimrFI9dNw/s1600-h/snowflake1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S3T_Dola5CI/AAAAAAAAI-E/umimrFI9dNw/s320/snowflake1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437251088042091554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been "pondering" lately. I like that word "pondering"; It makes me feel...deep. PSSSSH..riiiight.:o) Here go some random Maggie-Thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.We really are shaped by the people we hang around and let pour into us. They can totally change our mindsets, perceptions, &amp; beliefs. &lt;br /&gt;2. I am not indecisive, people, I just have so much I would like to accomplish in life and I forget I have my whole life to accomplish them. Because I subconsciously think that I only have the next 2 years too accomplish them all( this showing just how small my little mind is), I feel as if I can only commit to one of these passions/dreams/experiences. But,...the truth is... I CAN DO THEM ALL!!! ...just not all right now. :o) &lt;br /&gt;3. I have eaten WAY too much sugar in the past week.. Good thing I'm starting training for a marathon. ha.&lt;br /&gt;4. It's going to snow tomorrow! NO SCHOOL! ...Did Troy REALLY cancel classes? It's a miracle! &lt;br /&gt;5. Tomorrow I am journeying to the land of "Throwed Rolls".. aka Lambert's. It's this awesome restaurant where they throw rolls at you. I've been pumped about this for weeks. Been practicing my roll cathcin' skills by playing some wall-ball with rolls.. or would that be "wall-roll"? hrm.... anyways.. i hope they don't make you eat them off the floor if you happen to NOT catch them. Can't wait to see my BFF's tomorrow! &lt;br /&gt;6. I'm really liking school now. I mean now that I'm making friends. Everyone's really nice there. I appreciate how people have really made me feel apart of the Troy "family".&lt;br /&gt;7. K, so.. I'm thinking I will do my internship at Integrity Records in Mobile.. I keep saying how I'm hesitant to get caught up in the music industry because it lacks alot of integrity and stuff.. but... how can I go wrong with the company whose very name is... Integrity. haha. I looked at their "About Me" section on their page and maintaining integrity is their mission. cool. plus, I really like their artists. &lt;br /&gt;8.I could go on and on and eventually get to #1000 or something, but for your sake, and mine because i'm really tired, i'm going to stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-497355549683171574?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/497355549683171574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=497355549683171574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/497355549683171574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/497355549683171574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2010/02/ive-been-pondering-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S3T_Dola5CI/AAAAAAAAI-E/umimrFI9dNw/s72-c/snowflake1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-1767019894737584777</id><published>2010-01-20T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:00:56.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proverbs 31 Chick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S1gJEn0znWI/AAAAAAAAI8E/D47xju6Uy8o/s1600-h/Boy_and_girl_posed,_standing,_holding_large_cup.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S1gJEn0znWI/AAAAAAAAI8E/D47xju6Uy8o/s320/Boy_and_girl_posed,_standing,_holding_large_cup.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429099325809728866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite chapters of the Bible is Proverbs 31, particularly verses 10-31. Here, the writer speaks of a virtuous woman and wife. I love to read this over and over again because it is what I strive to be..even as a single young woman. One verse that really jumps out to me is 31:12. "She does him (her husband)good, not harm, all the days of her life. I think a lot of people overlook what it really says here. Leslie Ludy, co-author(with her hubby Eric Ludy of "When God Writes Your Love Story") points out that the scripture says "ALL the days of her life" ..ALL..not just when she meets him and marries him...She cares about his good even BEFORE she is joined with him or even knows who he is! When I saw that it totally made me think, "Are some of the things I'm doing now bringing good or harm to my future super-man?..Would these things make my hubs smile or crush his heart?" Now, I sometimes imagine that "he" is watching the actions I take &amp; listening to the words I speak. It makes me want to be careful what kind of relationships I have, what I do to my body, what I fill my mind with, activities I choose to be involved in, etc. I think that that is a really cool way of loving your future spouse before you even meet them, or, if you have met them, just not with them yet. Yah? Anyway, just thought I'd throw that out there for all you ladies in waiting (&amp; misters too). Peace Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-1767019894737584777?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/1767019894737584777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=1767019894737584777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/1767019894737584777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/1767019894737584777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2010/01/proverbs-31-woman.html' title='Proverbs 31 Chick'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/S1gJEn0znWI/AAAAAAAAI8E/D47xju6Uy8o/s72-c/Boy_and_girl_posed,_standing,_holding_large_cup.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-7042048844395951444</id><published>2009-10-20T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T19:42:46.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God, Our Protector</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/St50FtsIaEI/AAAAAAAAI2c/4WLWatwN1GQ/s1600-h/IraqiSoldiers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/St50FtsIaEI/AAAAAAAAI2c/4WLWatwN1GQ/s320/IraqiSoldiers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394877045149296706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"The Angel of the Lord camps around those who fear Him and He rescues them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Psalm 34:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;K so, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I was reading this scripture today (it's one of my favs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and was thinking about the word "camp."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It made me think of soldiers when they go to Iraq or Afghanistan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;or wherever they go and they set up camp in the warzone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Angel of the Lord ("Malakh Adonai") camps &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;around us in the warzone of our lives and protects us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He rescues us from the attacks of the enemy, whether spiritual or physical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I have a peace in knowing that He is camped right beside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;me all the time &amp;amp; the enemy can't touch me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Not that He won't try. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Isaiah 54:17 says, "No weapon formed against you shall prosper."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Weapons are going to form, but they will not succeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Even in places where it seems like there is no God, He is there. He is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Jehovah Shammah" which means exactly what I just said..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; "God Is There."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Isn't it great to know that Jehovah-Sabaoth, the Lord of hosts(Armies) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;has His mighty Army standing up on your behalf?  His Army is bigger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&amp;amp; stronger than all the armies on earth (and Hell) combined!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;To me, that is quite comforting! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: nowrap;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: nowrap;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: nowrap;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/513338543158913795-7042048844395951444?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/7042048844395951444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=7042048844395951444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/7042048844395951444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/7042048844395951444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2009/10/god-our-protector.html' title='God, Our Protector'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/St50FtsIaEI/AAAAAAAAI2c/4WLWatwN1GQ/s72-c/IraqiSoldiers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-444153759230768304</id><published>2009-07-30T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T13:03:05.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Build my Temple....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/SnH8ZKbTeqI/AAAAAAAAIzw/TRGt9a2Rs_w/s1600-h/praying_hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/SnH8ZKbTeqI/AAAAAAAAIzw/TRGt9a2Rs_w/s200/praying_hands.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364346140400777890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;k, so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;I found out a few days ago, that when you ask God to show things to you in His Word...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;He actually will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;I turned to the book of Haggai. Such a tiny little book.. And so I really wasn't expecting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;to get all that I did out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:georgia, -webkit-fantasy;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;In the first chapter of Haggai, God speaks through Haggai to the Jews saying that they were being disobedient because He had commanded them to rebuild His temple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;The Jews were lazy, unfocused, and had their priorities all out of order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;God said, " Is it time for you to live in your paneled houses while my house is in ruins?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Give careful thought to your ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; You have planted much, but have harvested little. You eat, but never have enough. You drink, but never have your fill. You put on clothes, but are not warm. You earn wages, only to put them in a purse with holes in it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;He told me to apply this to my own life. I had become very lazy, distracted, and unfocused when came to the things of God and building my relationship with Him was becoming less of a priority of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;. Just about every area of my life was out or order.-My mind, my finances, my relationship with my family and close friends..So many things were on hold too, that it seemed as life had just stopped. I had no peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;God really started tugging on my heart about a month ago, and I realized how much I missed my intimate relationship with my Savior. I felt like God was telling me that it was URGENT that I get refocused on HIM again NOW and let go of some things i had clasped onto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;I read through the 2nd chapter of Haggai where the Jews obeyed God and rebuilt His temple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;They made Him their priority and when they did God spoke..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;'In a little while I will once more shake the heavens and the earth, the sea and the dry land. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; I will shake all nations, and the desired of all nations will come, and I will fill this house with glory,'says the LORD Almighty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; 'The silver is mine and the gold is mine,' declares the LORD Almighty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; 'The glory of this present house will be greater than the glory of the former house,' says the LORD Almighty. 'And in this place I will grant peace,' declares the LORD Almighty."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;He told ME that if I would make Him a priority again, that he would show me a glory that is greater than what I've ever seen in the past! And that He would grant me peace! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;I asked Him for forgiveness and told him that that day I would begin pursuing Him again and seeking and making HIM my priority again. And that's when He showed me this next verse a few lines down:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;.."From this day on, I will bless you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;..and He has already begun to.. in so many ways!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;I love my God who's full of mercy and compassion.&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/513338543158913795-444153759230768304?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/444153759230768304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=444153759230768304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/444153759230768304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/444153759230768304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2009/07/build-my-temple.html' title='Build my Temple....'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/SnH8ZKbTeqI/AAAAAAAAIzw/TRGt9a2Rs_w/s72-c/praying_hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-4621999288096174312</id><published>2009-07-05T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T15:47:25.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/SlEta3atBXI/AAAAAAAAIok/iFGMEt5Cnso/s1600-h/6576_206296560525_689020525_7551626_1255690_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/SlEta3atBXI/AAAAAAAAIok/iFGMEt5Cnso/s320/6576_206296560525_689020525_7551626_1255690_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355111371496031602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did I really sing "&lt;b&gt;Jose&lt;/b&gt; can you see" today?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh my.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you need to laugh at yourself sometimes. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-4621999288096174312?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/4621999288096174312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=4621999288096174312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/4621999288096174312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/4621999288096174312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2009/07/did-i-really-sing-jose-can-you-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/SlEta3atBXI/AAAAAAAAIok/iFGMEt5Cnso/s72-c/6576_206296560525_689020525_7551626_1255690_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-3599963855742524659</id><published>2009-07-01T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:08:32.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;It's sometimes necessary to be alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Good time to find yourself again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;And God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Or should I say, a good time for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; to find &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;where you are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;pick you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;carry you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;"He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;lift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;ed me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Psalm 40:2&lt;/span&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/513338543158913795-3599963855742524659?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/3599963855742524659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=3599963855742524659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/3599963855742524659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/3599963855742524659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2009/07/i-guess-its-sometimes-necessary-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-6875540292862052594</id><published>2009-06-03T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:13:57.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"He's a Really Good Dog I Promise!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/SiaoskJzNKI/AAAAAAAAIoc/ATEuNDH_FjA/s1600-h/charlie%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/SiaoskJzNKI/AAAAAAAAIoc/ATEuNDH_FjA/s320/charlie%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343143491494163618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;About 7 weeks ago my friend's dog had puppies. They were soooo darn cuuuuute, so I HAD to claim one. I picked one and named him Charlie. :)  The day before yesterday, my friend called me to tell me that Charlie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;was weened off his mommy &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;was now eating real food so I could come get him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, I thought that by now I would be out of my parents' home and into my own place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; But,...I'm still here; soooo, for 24 hours I had to hide Charlie in my bathroom and try to keep him quiet so my mom didn't totally flip out. Do you know how hard it is to keep a puppy totally quiet? I was up allll night!  Anyway, Yesterday I decided that I should probably tell mom because I decided I really needed sleep AND I knew that if she found out on her own I'd be dead meat. I took Charlie to the park and when I got home I walked into my mom's room and introduced her to my pup. She said "NO" right off and I set him down on the bed while I tried to persuade her that it could work. Well, obviously, Charlie didn't care to stay at the Averett household; Right as I was saying "He really is a good dog, I PROMISE" the pup landed one right on mom's bed. And to make it worse, he had diarrhea. It's was priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;..Needless to say,  Charlie is going back to his original owner..TODAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-6875540292862052594?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/6875540292862052594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=6875540292862052594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/6875540292862052594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/6875540292862052594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2009/06/hes-really-good-dog-i-promise.html' title='&quot;He&apos;s a Really Good Dog I Promise!&quot;'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/SiaoskJzNKI/AAAAAAAAIoc/ATEuNDH_FjA/s72-c/charlie%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-6620835095282687008</id><published>2009-02-25T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T05:21:29.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarred for Life....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/SaYfDIwlSkI/AAAAAAAAImE/yc6KdGHbuoQ/s1600-h/27077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/SaYfDIwlSkI/AAAAAAAAImE/yc6KdGHbuoQ/s320/27077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306963349654030914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Okay, so..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;All of my blogs lately have been  serious...&amp;amp; being serious all the time is BORING :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;So, here's a funny story... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;My life has been filled with many embarassing moments-too many to tell-but i recently remembered one that made me laugh REALLY hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;In Kindergarden, we had a few days throughout the year that we could dress up. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;One day, it was Clown Day. So,.... my mom dressed me up in this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;EXTREMELY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; tacky outfit. And when i say tacky, i do mean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;TAAAAACKY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;. She put me in this huuuuuuuge sweater that had all the colors of the rainbow on it and put my hair in the most retarded looking "do" she could come up with. She also attempted to make me look as much like a clown as she could by putting makeup all over my face. She used bright red lipstick to give me the classic "clown lips" &amp;amp; drew huge circles on my cheeks. I definately looked like a clown...I was going to be the best-looking one in the class! My mom dropped me off at school...I walked into class &amp;amp; I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;indeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; the best-looking clown there!...That's because I was the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; clown!!! My mom had dressed me up on the WRONG DAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;... Clown Day wasn't until the NEXT DAY. Horrified, I ran to the bathrooom and tried my best to rub the lipstick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; off, but all I did was smudge it all over my face. I ended up making myself look even more rediculous than I did in the first place..Oh my goodness, it was aweful. :) And to this day I hate clowns.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THE END" (Tribute to Max)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-6620835095282687008?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/6620835095282687008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=6620835095282687008&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/6620835095282687008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-990046622815819552</id><published>2009-02-19T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:16:44.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;tonight i was having tea with a good friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;was just sitting there sipping my Jasmine Green Tea loaded with Splenda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;(yes, i do know that Splenda creates Chlorine in your body)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;And, well, it just kind of hit me like a ton of bricks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I realized how much I really love life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;And I have such a peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I cannot even explain it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;It was like i had had a deep revelation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;but it wasn't deep at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Jesus, you amaze me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Thank you for Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;( and thank you for Dakotas, they always have my 2nd  favorite tea. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&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/513338543158913795-990046622815819552?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/990046622815819552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=990046622815819552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/990046622815819552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/990046622815819552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2009/02/life-is-good.html' title='Life is Good.'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-547168305314250287</id><published>2009-02-18T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:22:30.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Sleep..So Here's a Thought..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/SZ0VkMuquQI/AAAAAAAAIlk/EkLn3NA5opA/s1600-h/Time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/SZ0VkMuquQI/AAAAAAAAIlk/EkLn3NA5opA/s320/Time.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304419647748749570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;K, So....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Did you know that in the New Testament the word "patient" (patience, patiently) is used almost 50 times?? I'm thinking that patience must be pretty important. Over and over in the Bible the importance of "patience" is stressed. What is patience?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I never really looked up the word; i guess I just made it synonymous to the word "wait." Well, tonight my friend Max told me the definition of "patience." According to Wikipedia "patience" is "the state of endurance under difficult circumstances, which can mean persevering in the face of delay or provocation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;without becoming annoyed or upset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;. That "without becoming annoyed or upset" really stuck out to me. I can think of so many times when I have  told someone "I'm being patient" but have said it in such a negative and "annoyed" tone. I wasn't really being "PATIENT"..I think when the Bible says to be "PATIENT" God means for us to do exactly what the word means. We endure with a HOPEFUL and POSITIVE attitude because we trust that God knows best &amp;amp; He has a plan for good (Jeremiah 29:11). It might just help if we take our eyes off of OURSELVES and OUR plans and look to HIM. I'm pretty sure He knows what's He's doing...I mean, come on, He's GOD.. He knows EVERYTHING.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt; Anyway...it's really late and what I just TRIED to say probably makes no sense. But i will edit later, when my mind is sound and im not Zombie-like. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-547168305314250287?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/547168305314250287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=547168305314250287&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/547168305314250287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/547168305314250287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2009/02/cant-sleepso-heres-thought.html' title='Can&apos;t Sleep..So Here&apos;s a Thought..'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/SZ0VkMuquQI/AAAAAAAAIlk/EkLn3NA5opA/s72-c/Time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-1920299893843569947</id><published>2009-02-16T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T15:11:30.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love God, Love People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/SZnwAusMggI/AAAAAAAAIhI/AVDH8UgVF7Y/s1600-h/sweet+piano.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/SZnwAusMggI/AAAAAAAAIhI/AVDH8UgVF7Y/s200/sweet+piano.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303533931529536002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said, “Love the Lord your God with all your passion and prayer and intelligence.” This is the most important, the first on any list. But there is a second to set alongside it: “Love others as well as you love yourself.” These two commands are pegs; everything in God’s law &amp;amp; the Prophets hangs from them.”&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 22: 36-38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one of the best jobs in the world. Three days a week I have the privilege of teaching piano lessons to kiddies in Enterprise. I teach kids as young as 7 and as old as 18. What I love most is not necessarily the teaching part, but the fact that I get to be a friend to these kids… someone that they trust. I thank God for allowing me to pour into&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;them &amp;amp; have an impact on their lives. It touches my heart so much when a parent comes up to me and tells me how much I mean to their child. I get chillbumps just writing about it! There are sometimes kids that are quite “difficult” but, I try to look at the “difficult” students as opportunities. Alot of times, they are the ones that need Jesus’ love shown to them the most. I’ll never forget a girl I once had. She hated piano and hated being at piano lessons and made sure I knew it…every week. Every Monday she would come in and say “Let’s get this over with.” I would finish the lesson discouraged and frustrated at the girl and her bad attitude. I prayed about it one day. “Okay, God. I can’t take this anymore”, I said. “All she does is tear me down. She obviously hates piano…Why is she here?!” Quietly, He said, “She’s here for love.” Wow, you can imagine how selfish and convicted I felt! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;From then on I started looking at her as an opportunity to show God’s love. After a while, her hard “shell” started cracking. She began pouring out her heart to me. I realized that the reason why she had such a bad attitude and was so rude towards me was because of a lot of HURT that was inside of her. I did my best to show Jesus’ love to her. After about a year she quit piano lessons. A few months later, I saw her at a community event. When she saw me, her eyes got huge. She shouted, “Miss Maggie!”, ran over, and gave me a huuuuuuuuuge hug. &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sometimes we don’t realize just what a little love can do!&lt;br /&gt;There may be situations that you are in that you wonder whyyyyyy you are there. Maybe you are not there for you, but for someone else. Look for ways that God can use you. No matter where you are….I guarantee you’ll find an opportunity.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; People need Jesus’ love &amp;amp; we are the only Jesus some people will ever see. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&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/513338543158913795-1920299893843569947?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/1920299893843569947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=1920299893843569947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/1920299893843569947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/1920299893843569947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2009/02/love-god-love-people.html' title='Love God, Love People'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/SZnwAusMggI/AAAAAAAAIhI/AVDH8UgVF7Y/s72-c/sweet+piano.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-2386873513916109623</id><published>2009-02-14T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:32:55.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Singleness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/SZkIeyLLGLI/AAAAAAAAIg4/TPff3hUciOQ/s1600-h/IMG_8631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/SZkIeyLLGLI/AAAAAAAAIg4/TPff3hUciOQ/s320/IMG_8631.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303279361163204786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);  font-size:24px;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day everyone! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;This is my 2nd Valentine's Day as a single..&lt;br /&gt;Many singles despise this day and automatically have a negative attitude toward's it...&lt;br /&gt;Not I. I personally, am having a great day with a 6-year-old cutie pie named Armando.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong though..I USED to think of singleness as pure PUNISHMENT &amp;amp; would have preferred having all my teeth pulled out than to be ...SINGLE. And Valentine's Day was just a cruel tease...reminding me of my dreadful aloneness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;But, you know, I've realized that singleness really isn't a bad thing. For me, this time of being single has been a time of learning, stretching, and growing. It's been a time of seeking God and becoming more intimate with HIM. He's using me in ways I never imagined He would...and I'm loving it. He is showing me how He alone can satisfy. Now, I'm not saying I don't desire a husband &amp;amp; wouldn't like to get married one day.. but, while I'm waiting for that amazing guy I'm going to use this "single season" wisely. And to all you singles out there, instead of looking at your singleness as torment, use it to your advantage! :) Think of it as EXTRA time to get ready for him/her. Anyways...just a little for food thought. Hope your Valentine's Day is as Happy as mine. :) MWAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-2386873513916109623?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/2386873513916109623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=2386873513916109623&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/2386873513916109623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/2386873513916109623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day-everyone-this-is.html' title='Sweet Singleness'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/SZkIeyLLGLI/AAAAAAAAIg4/TPff3hUciOQ/s72-c/IMG_8631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513338543158913795.post-9214370697750088322</id><published>2009-02-12T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:53:12.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a "Blog" ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/SZTpynxzEII/AAAAAAAAIe8/a2ZqnnCw1JY/s1600-h/writing-multiplesources.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302119717202497666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/SZTpynxzEII/AAAAAAAAIe8/a2ZqnnCw1JY/s320/writing-multiplesources.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204); TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Okay, so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;I've realized that I love to write. Not research papers necessarily (YUCK) ..but, I could spend hours writing in my journal and writing "notes" on facebook has become a fun thing for me! I love being creative with words and I love the fact that you can record a memory or a day on paper and in a way "travel back in time" whenever you want. I think it is amazing how words can grip emotions. I love that whenever you put something on paper,...an idea, thought, concern, fear, hope... it becomes tangible, and with the tangibility comes accountability. I love that words can spark a desire for change... which may just lead to change. I think writing is a gift from God. Could it be a way of giving our cares to Him? It seems as though when you put them on paper, burdens are lifted off. Anyway, because I love writing and words so much I have created this thing called a "Blog." :) Funny, yesterday I did not even know what a "Blog" was. However, now that I, Maggie Averett, have a &gt;&gt;"Blog"&lt;&lt;...i  am going to wear it out with all my "Maggie-thoughts." :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;-Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;Chief Editor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/513338543158913795-9214370697750088322?l=www.maggiethoughts.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/feeds/9214370697750088322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=513338543158913795&amp;postID=9214370697750088322&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/9214370697750088322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/513338543158913795/posts/default/9214370697750088322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.maggiethoughts.com/2009/02/i-have-blog.html' title='I have a &quot;Blog&quot; ??'/><author><name>Maggie Averett Downs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17598659616571153623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mEe1nPI410/Ttl41O9pKZI/AAAAAAAAJYI/q0YdbRbn47w/s220/389165_197704180307309_107030232708038_435025_1459550045_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTrZ3xNlUiQ/SZTpynxzEII/AAAAAAAAIe8/a2ZqnnCw1JY/s72-c/writing-multiplesources.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
