<?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-3129989619016471842</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:59:04.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Barbaree's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>321</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-3239841252960463442</id><published>2012-01-11T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T16:36:32.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makaul's 11th bday!</title><content type='html'>this year since makaul is getting older, we asked her what she wanted to do.  if she wanted to have a party again, or maybe pick a couple friends and go stay in a hotel that had a heated pool.  She choose to do the hotel thing.   i was worried she wouldn't like it as much but she loved it.   I picked up her and her friend taylor and we headed to the hotel! nanna, daddy, brent, and his friend noah, all came later.  also my aunt surprised her by showing up for a few minutes, and jason's sister, and charizma came for a little bit to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kira, makauls other friend came, and they swam, and swam, and swam.   i pulled them out of the pool at 10 when it closed, and headed upstairs were we had feet massages waiting for them. 3 girls in a queen bed is hard, in fact makaul feel out of the bed, we put her with nanna and me. that was even harder lol!  we didn't get much sleep but they sure did have fun and will remember it for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mJay5IvQkgs/Tw4qpOmkdsI/AAAAAAAABaU/h3e2HNhhga0/s1600/IMG_0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mJay5IvQkgs/Tw4qpOmkdsI/AAAAAAAABaU/h3e2HNhhga0/s200/IMG_0202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696537466453128898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CFEttuDqah4/Tw4qpTFkUVI/AAAAAAAABag/Pow6Niiv6hw/s1600/IMG_0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CFEttuDqah4/Tw4qpTFkUVI/AAAAAAAABag/Pow6Niiv6hw/s200/IMG_0228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696537467656884562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-Zjict_XbA/Tw4qqMQ3NoI/AAAAAAAABas/ngxgCBNw3sY/s1600/IMG_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-Zjict_XbA/Tw4qqMQ3NoI/AAAAAAAABas/ngxgCBNw3sY/s200/IMG_0254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696537483005081218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-3239841252960463442?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/3239841252960463442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=3239841252960463442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/3239841252960463442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/3239841252960463442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2012/01/makauls-11th-bday.html' title='Makaul&apos;s 11th bday!'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mJay5IvQkgs/Tw4qpOmkdsI/AAAAAAAABaU/h3e2HNhhga0/s72-c/IMG_0202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-7834560665893344872</id><published>2012-01-02T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T18:44:36.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year!</title><content type='html'>Its 2012!!! I thought I would try to update this more. since i didn't write on here much i decided to give some highlights of 2011!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason: Jason has been working very hard, ( as always) i have seen jason grow as a father, and a husband threw 2011! he has been a very supportive husband this year as i had some up and downs that i had to deal with! i have seen his relationship with god grow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me- 2011 was a lot of schock's ( getting pregnant) , a lot of sadness ( loosing baby, then finding out it was a etopic ) i lost myself for a little while ( what did god want for me, i survived a etopic rupture) i also  had some peace( i figured out i can only be me, not what others want me to be) and fear and excitement all at once ( getting pregnant again, and having to fully rely on god to take my fear away) .  it's been a long year but i have grown a lot.  more than most see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makaul- 2011 brought makaul to a new level with God. she had to learn that sometimes friendships don't turn out like you want, she also found some new friends. threw all of that she learned to talk to god more, to cry to him, and to trust him. she went to camp in the summer, and she had a blast. she is a very independent kid.  She had her first true crush, and also had her first guy crush on her. lol! she told him she is to young to date! she said maybe when they are older.  she has become quite  a little dancer! i love to see the young women she is becoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brent-  Brent made it threw his 1st year at a different school. he has grown so much within 2011! very seldom do i see sensory in him. he is also learning to try food's that aren't really in his comfort zone, we don't get a lot of new likes but at least he is trying. He also went to his first camp, which is a huge deal for him, to be away from mommy for more than a night. he did great and only had one melt down. i love his growing vocabulary , and how he tries to use it out of school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the barbaree family is growing and we can't wait to meet baby Jaydon! 2012 should be a big exciting year!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-7834560665893344872?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/7834560665893344872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=7834560665893344872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/7834560665893344872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/7834560665893344872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year!'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-8514650620448940617</id><published>2011-11-10T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T17:58:50.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new stuff!</title><content type='html'>well here we are almost thanksgiving and i just have been so busy and haven't been able to write. so i guess the question is, what's new with the barbaree's.   A lot!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makaul is loving 5th grade and doing great!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She is dancing still and is loving it also. she is having a great start to this school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brent is doing good in school also, he is much more comfortable and shape academy this year, and is reading really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason, Makaul, Brent, and I have a big anouncement: there will be a new barbaree in march!  actually Makaul and Brent will be having a baby brother!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more on the baby another time, its  an amazing story.  i am gonna try my best to keep this updated a little better. we will see how that works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-8514650620448940617?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/8514650620448940617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=8514650620448940617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/8514650620448940617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/8514650620448940617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-stuff.html' title='new stuff!'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-1146759594804983584</id><published>2011-07-24T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T13:02:48.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboy Stadium!</title><content type='html'>In January for Makaul's birthday Nanna and Papa gave her a tour of the cowboy stadium. we waited until June to go because she wanted her cousin to go with her.  so after a very long wait , we went. it was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her face threw the whole thing was pretty much this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kJhU8qrJo8g/Tiw3ipBfITI/AAAAAAAABZg/osfj1Lfjrhk/s1600/IMG_7391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kJhU8qrJo8g/Tiw3ipBfITI/AAAAAAAABZg/osfj1Lfjrhk/s200/IMG_7391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632938302200815922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makaul absolutely loved being on the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OANSrt_yc3Y/Tixz8JkC7HI/AAAAAAAABZo/zoURgH0PA-k/s1600/IMG_7394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OANSrt_yc3Y/Tixz8JkC7HI/AAAAAAAABZo/zoURgH0PA-k/s200/IMG_7394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633004711130098802" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1IEXd5Xxhyo/Tix1vD1DrpI/AAAAAAAABZw/ucDHlRQcf8M/s1600/IMG_7415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1IEXd5Xxhyo/Tix1vD1DrpI/AAAAAAAABZw/ucDHlRQcf8M/s200/IMG_7415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633006685275795090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think one of her highlights was the locker room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xC21zSe5ZKk/Tix36hJwDGI/AAAAAAAABZ4/oIcIxYwNhfE/s1600/IMG_7426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xC21zSe5ZKk/Tix36hJwDGI/AAAAAAAABZ4/oIcIxYwNhfE/s200/IMG_7426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633009081149033570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xC21zSe5ZKk/Tix36hJwDGI/AAAAAAAABZ4/oIcIxYwNhfE/s1600/IMG_7426.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think her favorite thing was when daddy bought her a football and they played football on the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lXU6DlhxpOU/Tix567kBNqI/AAAAAAAABaA/qVVe6weSto8/s1600/IMG_7455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lXU6DlhxpOU/Tix567kBNqI/AAAAAAAABaA/qVVe6weSto8/s200/IMG_7455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633011287261787810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she had a great time and said it was way worth the wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-1146759594804983584?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/1146759594804983584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=1146759594804983584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/1146759594804983584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/1146759594804983584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2011/07/cowboy-stadium.html' title='Cowboy Stadium!'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kJhU8qrJo8g/Tiw3ipBfITI/AAAAAAAABZg/osfj1Lfjrhk/s72-c/IMG_7391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-7646627735379240513</id><published>2011-07-21T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T13:49:51.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, its been a little while since i have set down and wrote.  i think i needed sometime to just deal with everything that has happend.  Since september our world just kept getting turned upside down, so much that i think we now are pro's at living when our world is upside down.  our family goal is no hospital visits for at least two months! we have learned that what doesn't kill you , really does make you stronger. actually its god pulling you threw those things that make you stronger. that i am thankful for. one day i just woke up and it seemed i was having more better days and sad days. there are days it still gets to me, but for the most part we have healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have gone threw a lot of phases. i couldn't hold a baby for a while, i couldn't be around pregnant women, or i would start having a panic attack, and quickly find a reason to leave and go cry it out in my car. i felt horrible for feeling this, but if your reading this and your one of those pregnant ladies i hope you had no clue what was going on with me, i am very happy for each one of you! it was just to soon to fresh! i am getting better, and better with handling it. the fact is no one really knew any of it because i was embarrassed of how i was dealing with it. Then there is the whole blame game! blaming myself was and is hard to go threw. this one still stings a bit, but in the end i know it wasn't anyone's fault, its the way it was suppose to be. see i have been even more messed up than my normal messed up self :) .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my mom's episode of passing out, falling and a careflight to the hospital, her doctor looked at us and said, you guys need to go on a peacefull vacation... it just so happend that we had one coming up the next week.  it deserves a whole post on its own. i am going to try to keep this updated a little bit more, and for a while, it might seem like a lot but we have had done so much this summer that isn't posted yet!  so watch out The Barbaree's are back in town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-7646627735379240513?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-7245083259659727614</id><published>2011-06-05T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T12:11:05.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a song by fm static</title><content type='html'>I'm feelin' trapped inside this house,&lt;br /&gt;The words I want, they won't come out,&lt;br /&gt;Feel like a ghost inside these walls,&lt;br /&gt;It's like no one sees me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say, what I want to say,&lt;br /&gt;And hope no fear gets in the way,&lt;br /&gt;But whether I succeed or not,&lt;br /&gt;Help me heal this broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything seems crazy,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know If I can take it,&lt;br /&gt;I know, I need a little more help than I've ever had,&lt;br /&gt;And a little more love than I've had yet&lt;br /&gt;I feel shaken,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know if I can make it,&lt;br /&gt;I know, I need a little more faith than if I believe,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every step I take, you're breaking me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get so lost inside my head,&lt;br /&gt;I'm saying things I've never said,&lt;br /&gt;The prayers I want, they won't come out,&lt;br /&gt;A war between confidence and doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say what I want to say,&lt;br /&gt;And hope no fear gets in the way,&lt;br /&gt;But whether I succeed or not,&lt;br /&gt;Help me heal this broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything seems crazy,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know If I can take it,&lt;br /&gt;I know, I need a little more help than I've ever had,&lt;br /&gt;And a little more love than I've had yet&lt;br /&gt;I feel shaken,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know if I can make it,&lt;br /&gt;I know, I need a little more faith than if I believe,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every step I take, you're breaking me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything seems crazy,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know If I can take it,&lt;br /&gt;I know, I need a little more help than I've ever had,&lt;br /&gt;And a little more love than I've had yet&lt;br /&gt;When everything feels shaken,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know if I can make it,&lt;br /&gt;I know, I need a little more faith than if I believe,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every step I take, you're breaking me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything seems crazy,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know If I can take it,&lt;br /&gt;I know, I need a little more help than I've ever had,&lt;br /&gt;And a little more love than I've had yet&lt;br /&gt;I feel shaken,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know if I can make it,&lt;br /&gt;I know, I need a little more faith than if I believe,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every step I take, you're breaking me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every step I take, you're breaking me again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-386323076423192554</id><published>2011-05-09T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T17:51:34.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd chances!</title><content type='html'>i really don't know were to begin really, the last few months have been a blessing and a nightmare all at the same time.  If you don't know we lost the baby.  i am sure that one day i will be ready to share all the details, but not here, not now.  i do fill god telling me to write the whole thing out, and i am, don't know if its for me or for someone else but i am doing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is titled 2nd chances, and mainly because i apparently was close to dieing.  When i would take a shower this last week and a half, i would just sit( my mom has a seat built in to the shower) and just ask god, you kept me here, and i am grateful, now what do you want me to do?  its a big question, and i have no answer. none! not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to say i almost died still fills really weird, i mean up till now the only hospital stay i have ever had was when i had my kids, so it all seems so unreal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do fill very blessed to still be with my family, and i have seen so much love and support from everyone, more than i could ever dream of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a little lost right now, but i know god is just shaping up something and i hope its huge! huge in a good way please! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am home for the first time since the surgery, and i am a little scared, my mom, dad, and jason have taken great care of me.  i love them very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray for my kids, brent for sure- this has really scared him.  to the point of he sleeps were i am .  tonight will be the first time for him to sleep in his bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-386323076423192554?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/386323076423192554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=386323076423192554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/386323076423192554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/386323076423192554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2011/05/2nd-chances.html' title='2nd chances!'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-4572329830788521759</id><published>2011-03-19T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T13:50:59.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Kid In Town!</title><content type='html'>In November there will be a new Barbaree!  Thats Right, I am going to have a baby! SURPRISE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets get the big questions out of the way, no we were not trying to have another one, and yes we are very excited about this.  Makaul and Brent are very excited, and Brent would like a brother, Makaul would like a sister! We pretty much have a boy named picked out, and there is a tie between the girl name, i will save those for another post.  alot of big changes are in store for the barbaree's like, were to put this baby??? we are talking about adding a room, but we will see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man baby things have changed a lot in 8 years.  we are having fun looking at baby items, hey did you know they now make a Jacuzzi baby bath tub? by the way if i can't have one , the baby isn't getting one either. lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are making makaul and brent be a big part of the process, like if it is a girl, makaul will help us pick out the bedding, and brent will pick out the outfit that the baby comes home in, and vise versa if it is a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAVINGS!!!!!!!!  pickles, cheese, yogurt and banana's.&lt;br /&gt;SYMPTOMS- tiredness is the biggest thing right now, a few sick to the tummy moments but not to bad yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you were as shocked as we were.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-4572329830788521759?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/4572329830788521759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=4572329830788521759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/4572329830788521759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/4572329830788521759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-kid-in-town.html' title='New Kid In Town!'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-6203976292167155989</id><published>2011-02-13T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T07:20:09.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spelling Bee Princess.</title><content type='html'>In December Makaul took a spelling bee test, to qualify for the spelling bee.  she made it, and we practiced like crazy.  Last year she made it, and the packet of words were useless, not one word was used during the bee.  this year they sent the same packet but put more practical words on there with it.  although we practiced we felt like they wouldn't use the words either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now if you know makaul or me at all, you know we are crazy different.  she actually is good at spelling, i mean most of the time its me saying"how do you spell this makaul"  .  so its very funny when we are practicing these words, in which i can't pronounce.  but we however get threw it, most of the time laughing at ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have ever watched makaul in a competion at all you also might know she doesn't take loosing very well at all.  she did volley ball one year, every time she would loose, she would cry.  so i began to remind her that remember you get a medal no matter if you win or loose. prepping her for the lose that could happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practice round went great, 1st round she made it, 2nd round she made it,( thinking wow she made it to top 10) 3rd around she made it with a look of shock on her face. ( wow top 3) 4th round she goes out, second girl goes out, third girl gets her word.  she has to spell the next word to win, she gets it! 1st place winner sits back down.  here is the crazy part( its the barbaree's there is always a crazy part)  the principal says we need to tie break for second, calls makaul and the other girl back up. thinking this is going to be done quick and also wow she might get second we set in for a tie breaker.  she is battling a 5th grader by the way.  so it starts, and it keeps going, cause they are doing crazy hard words.  then it gets interesting, one would get a word, go for the winning word and loose, then they went back to easier words.  this ordeal goes on for over 45 min.  the 1st place winner just wants that trophy in her hand,  poor thing.  all i could do was look down and pray " god let her go as far as you want her to"  i also look down because makaul looks at my face to see if she spell's it wrong or right, but without the words infront of me, i have no clue, my stomach is in knots. my mom has her face burried in my back.  by this point i believe the crowed was cracking up at makaul, she would spell the word, wait for the buzzer, and with a look of shock on her face when she got it right go sit back down.  she always tried her hardest.  didn't ever half do it. i don't remember the winning word, she doesn't either, but i remember looking up when she got the word , looking at the speaker, who throws her hands up in the air , saying we have a second place winner.  before i could tell makaul to tell the other girl good job, she had already done it.  she was amazing really, i wish i had my video camera with me for this one, but i didn't. just had my phone camera, so go to facebook, for the pics. &lt;br /&gt;so makaul is the runner up! she is super excited about this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-6203976292167155989?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/6203976292167155989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=6203976292167155989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/6203976292167155989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/6203976292167155989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2011/02/spelling-bee-princess.html' title='Spelling Bee Princess.'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-8555453747435125613</id><published>2011-02-09T09:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T09:49:09.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>orange belts!</title><content type='html'>all four of the barbaree's are now orange belts in kenpo! we finished our test last night!  next week will be a ceremony, can't wait.  i am very thankful for kenpo, for many reasons, but for most of all its something we do as a family, we don't go to the next belt without all of us, we do it as a family, no man left behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-8555453747435125613?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/8555453747435125613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=8555453747435125613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/8555453747435125613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/8555453747435125613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2011/02/orange-belts.html' title='orange belts!'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-2392660746279224244</id><published>2011-01-11T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T20:15:40.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>signs all around!</title><content type='html'>i have always been the mom that loved the age my kids were at the time they were them.  does that make since? everyone always told me, oh your going to miss her at this age, or wish them to be that age again... but that just never happend.  when my kids were babies, i loved that stage ( minus the uncontrollable crying from brent, poor kid) when they were one, i loved it, when makaul hit kindergarten, yep i loved it.  i never wished for them to be older than they were, i just loved the stage they were in.  so lately there are signs from my kids , that they are indeed getting into a new stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brent is working on washing his own hair, being big and brave about dogs, loving and caring for his dog, asking alot of what does that mean, with words he doesn't know. we haven't quiet concord the baby talk( driving me crazy by the way, please remind him to talk appropriate for his age if you here him) he shows a entrance in playing football, and i love the stage he is in. it is very much a fact that girls have coodies at this age, however often refers to when i have a wife, and i kid........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makaul is defiantly becoming a young lady.  you now find bath and body work bath wash in her bathroom, she has a fragrance ( sweet pea).  door to her room is closed alot, but always welcomes visitors.  homework is now being done with ipod in ears. boys are cute, but not quiet there just yet. we did have a crush last year.   big girl slumber parties, with not so much need for mom to do anything for it. ( this makes me happy) HER LOVE FOR MUSIC GROWS EVERYDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i truly love the stages they are in, i have fond memories of previous stages, but i love were they are now. i hope all of my friends don't miss out on were there kids are now, due to missing were they were or the opposite, and can't wait for them to be that age.  i say enjoy were they are now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-2392660746279224244?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/2392660746279224244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=2392660746279224244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/2392660746279224244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/2392660746279224244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2011/01/signs-all-around.html' title='signs all around!'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-5320562861967629884</id><published>2011-01-01T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T08:34:10.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone's 10!</title><content type='html'>Holly Smokes! someone is 10 today.  I can't believe that she is 10.  it blows me away.  so i thought i would share some highlights ( good or bad) for makaul this last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 10 started off with a bang, and was great. her chest pains started.&lt;br /&gt;Febuary was hard, her best friend moved, she learned allot threw that, she learned to put trust in god! even when it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;march- someone found out they were going to disney world.&lt;br /&gt;june- it was off to disney world! what a wonderful time she had.&lt;br /&gt;july- those yucky tonsils came out. painful&lt;br /&gt;August- she went to spend sometime with Hollie, and came back with a surprise that hollie was moving back.&lt;br /&gt;she also got to see and meet the band members fireflight.&lt;br /&gt;September- got to see jonus brothers! baby elizabeth was born, and mema got sick.  i would say she learned allot here to.  sometimes God's plans aren't ours.  hard lesson.  Ironically her chest pains went away and have not been back.&lt;br /&gt;October- was about getting back to normal! mema doing better, baby elizabeth went to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;November- just enjoying 4th grade, loving life, and loving family.&lt;br /&gt;December- loved being around her family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big things: favorite- dallas cowboys and finally choosing a college football team: aggies won&lt;br /&gt;pictures of today to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-5320562861967629884?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/5320562861967629884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=5320562861967629884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/5320562861967629884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/5320562861967629884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2011/01/someones-10.html' title='Someone&apos;s 10!'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-8811010039081297250</id><published>2010-12-25T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T19:54:36.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Christmas!</title><content type='html'>This year has been the most draining year in along time, i don't want anyone to think that this Christmas was not good, or that we sat crying the whole time because we didn't.  i believe that there is a realization setting in and i just need to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i sent out my usual Merry Christmas to friends on my phone, but i sent two seperate ones to family that was having there first christmas without someone.  one lost her mom, one lost her baby.  the text was something like this...   i know its hard, but remember that today is the day that jesus came, so he could die for us, so that your baby/mom could live in eternity.  so if nothing else celebrate jesus today.  as i wrote that , the truth is i was telling myself to celebrate the fact i have had one more year with my mema, but the thought in my head these days is this could be the last of stuff with mema, no the cancer isn't back , but truth be told she just isn't herself.  and really should she be, for crying out loud they took most of her stomach out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas really has been great, and i am thankful for what jesus came to do, so i will always try to celebrate the day jesus was born, its just some years are harder than others, this one was hard.  i am sorry, i don't mean to be a downer.  this is just were i am at right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-8811010039081297250?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/8811010039081297250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=8811010039081297250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/8811010039081297250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/8811010039081297250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-christmas.html' title='This Christmas!'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-5380208510830229874</id><published>2010-12-21T08:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T08:16:54.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the time i fit into jason's shirt</title><content type='html'>i forgot to post a picture for the month! its been a crazy month.  so this will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;the other day, i really really really wanted to wear a band t-shirt. none and i mean none of mine fit, so i decided to just try one of jason's.  To my surprise it fit.  its a size medium!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did wake him up to tell him, he really didn't share my enthusiasm, he was asleep and it was like 6:30 am.  he later was very excited for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my weight loss is going.  its a little hard right now, my body doesn't really want to let go of the last 15 pnds, and i am pretty much done and board with it, i am not quiting just being honest.  i have learned not to put a time limit on it, stresses me out to much.  its been a huge process for me, and a big learning experience on what god intended for us with food. another post, another time.   i hope everyone has an amazing christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as always, thanks for all the encouragments, they usually came when i most needed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TRDSwDwwKLI/AAAAAAAABY4/H7fyWlRi_ao/s1600/IMG_6737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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Makaul hasn't spent her monthly money in months, and just never really finds much she wants.  So when she realized that Mrs. Kerri from Mrs. Vickie's dance school did private hip hop lessons, we started talking.  yes, she choose to use her money for private dance class.  this last Saturday she had her very first hip hop class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she did wonderful and loved every minute of it. In the spring recital she will be able to show all her dance moves, with a high school-er, who is a amazing dancer.  just them two ( at least that is the plan for now) Makaul is so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a bonus for Makaul, she really did learn how to do the moon walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TQAz2Xv9hyI/AAAAAAAABX4/rw-L_ee-pvo/s1600/IMG_6610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 142px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TQAz2Xv9hyI/AAAAAAAABX4/rw-L_ee-pvo/s200/IMG_6610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548491750101583650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TQAz3sBdK0I/AAAAAAAABYQ/vQ85oh4SjoU/s1600/IMG_6616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TQAz3sBdK0I/AAAAAAAABYQ/vQ85oh4SjoU/s200/IMG_6616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548491772723538754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TQAz3Gs30WI/AAAAAAAABYI/pEcfcNVG8S4/s1600/IMG_6614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TQAz3Gs30WI/AAAAAAAABYI/pEcfcNVG8S4/s200/IMG_6614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548491762705092962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TQAz22McpSI/AAAAAAAABYA/FiggfobFkeo/s1600/IMG_6611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 139px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TQAz22McpSI/AAAAAAAABYA/FiggfobFkeo/s200/IMG_6611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548491758274127138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TQAz4Im_f9I/AAAAAAAABYY/1C0_moWml7E/s1600/IMG_6617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 139px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TQAz4Im_f9I/AAAAAAAABYY/1C0_moWml7E/s200/IMG_6617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548491780397170642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-236219874701804668?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/236219874701804668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=236219874701804668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/236219874701804668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/236219874701804668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/12/makaul-goes-hip-hop.html' title='makaul goes hip hop!'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TQAz2Xv9hyI/AAAAAAAABX4/rw-L_ee-pvo/s72-c/IMG_6610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-5975602313733503864</id><published>2010-11-29T08:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T09:03:14.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 years married, 15 years together!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TPPZTzSHtAI/AAAAAAAABXw/M2NG8c-GK80/s1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TPPZTzSHtAI/AAAAAAAABXw/M2NG8c-GK80/s200/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545014500430164994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you were at the wedding, some of you weren't but this is the talked about picture, that many have wanted to see.  the guy in green is our friend Christopher Graybill ( one of Jason's closes friends from high school.)  the next is the amazing Elvis! and of course the groom himself Jason. this year Jason's big present was a big picture of this to hang in his office, just a taste of Jason's true personality!  this year i decided to tell the top 5 funniest things about our wedding. so here we go.&lt;br /&gt;1.  Elvis (duh!)  it started of as a joke, from my dad.  you see in planning a reception, i didn't want a country band, my parents didn't want a band we liked so, my dad said, why don't we just get a Elvis impersonator.  do not thing that Jason and i were like so excited about this.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. at the ceremony my dad's chair broke, and the whole time he was holding the chair up, acting like he was sitting.  Jason and all the guys, were trying hard not to laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. watching my mom and aunts dance the night away with Elvis! funniest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. when getting dressed, there was a strange girl with my aunt, i had never met her before, so i asked another cousin, who it was, she said oh thats willie's( another cousin) new girlfriend.  she later became his wife, so i guess its ok that she watched me change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. the night before the wedding was the first time i had any alcoholic drink( other than a sip here and there of my moms strawberry daqueries(spelling).  my parents bought it seeing how i was 20 at the time. lol( only about half got drank, i don't like the taste of it. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sure most of these are funnier if you were there. i have had a blast being Mrs. Barbaree for the last 12 years, and can't wait to see what happends next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-5975602313733503864?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/5975602313733503864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=5975602313733503864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/5975602313733503864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/5975602313733503864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/11/12-years-married-15-years-together.html' title='12 years married, 15 years together!'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TPPZTzSHtAI/AAAAAAAABXw/M2NG8c-GK80/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-4951622507966033559</id><published>2010-11-28T19:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T19:08:55.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st chapter book</title><content type='html'>this November we tackled something new with Brent, chapter books.  now  for those who     don't know, we have known about his sensory since he was  three , but this year we found out he is dyslexic and has dysfraxia.  talk about double wammie, but just like anything else with him, we look  at it as a challenge but not a hold back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got makauls old  magic tree house books, and with allot of anxiety he started reading.   Today Brent finished the 1st book! he read every page, and i only helped  with hard words.  he is very proud of himself and ran and asked makaul  for the 2nd one.  I want him to love reading, for me reading was and is  my escape from my own disabilities and struggles, and i want him to have  that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also see a love of taking pictures, he is always asking to use my camera.  i like finding new interest with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TPMY6UWcyKI/AAAAAAAABXo/FTMgy4mtfhU/s1600/IMG_6605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TPMY6UWcyKI/AAAAAAAABXo/FTMgy4mtfhU/s200/IMG_6605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544802956397562018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-4951622507966033559?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/4951622507966033559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=4951622507966033559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/4951622507966033559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/4951622507966033559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/11/1st-chapter-book.html' title='1st chapter book'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TPMY6UWcyKI/AAAAAAAABXo/FTMgy4mtfhU/s72-c/IMG_6605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-3745124419607011288</id><published>2010-11-14T11:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T12:14:39.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weight loss picture, november</title><content type='html'>man it seems like just a few weeks ago i started the program and now i have done it for 4 months .  well it seems the last 20 pnds are going to be tough! its just not falling off anymore.  i have gone down 2 pant sizes again :) i never dreamed i would be able to say i can wear a size 11 12 pants, or the fact that i sometimes need a belt to keep pants up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well here is my pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TOA9-Xg0dsI/AAAAAAAABW4/wQxecKhg5Jw/s1600/IMG_5742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TOA9-Xg0dsI/AAAAAAAABW4/wQxecKhg5Jw/s200/IMG_5742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539495683338565314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TOA_0jbSQBI/AAAAAAAABXA/p9rboYUimiE/s1600/IMG_5863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TOA_0jbSQBI/AAAAAAAABXA/p9rboYUimiE/s200/IMG_5863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539497713761140754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TOBA6Nxk4yI/AAAAAAAABXI/csFzxfjEDUA/s1600/IMG_6118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TOBA6Nxk4yI/AAAAAAAABXI/csFzxfjEDUA/s200/IMG_6118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539498910539899682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TOBBlK6vmEI/AAAAAAAABXQ/sfO_S5eDuxg/s1600/IMG_6272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TOBBlK6vmEI/AAAAAAAABXQ/sfO_S5eDuxg/s200/IMG_6272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539499648507418690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the new picture, 4 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TOBCnH3AO_I/AAAAAAAABXY/cCEFNZKMTxc/s1600/IMG_6457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TOBCnH3AO_I/AAAAAAAABXY/cCEFNZKMTxc/s200/IMG_6457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539500781557791730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my total i would say is about 45 pnds.  i have around 18 pnds to go.&lt;br /&gt;thank you guys for encouraging me threw this awesome time in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-3745124419607011288?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/3745124419607011288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=3745124419607011288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/3745124419607011288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/3745124419607011288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/11/weight-loss-picture-november.html' title='weight loss picture, november'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TOA9-Xg0dsI/AAAAAAAABW4/wQxecKhg5Jw/s72-c/IMG_5742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-1738282464667527445</id><published>2010-11-07T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T18:32:26.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOVEMBER!</title><content type='html'>i love, love, love, November and December.They are my favorite months of the year! however i dislike the cold( i know its not really cold yet).  really it makes me just want to stay curled up in bed.  For us November is a fun, special month.  yes its thanksgiving, yes we get to start decorating for christmas,( though that comes after thanksgiving. ) start listning to christmas music( again after thanksgiving) but thats not the best thing about november, the month of november is our anniversary month. no we don't celebrate the whole month, but our song plays more this month than any other month, and there is just a overwhelming thankfulness for jason and the christian, husband, father , and friend that he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway getting a little ahead of myself.  today to start off our November we watched a charlie brown thanksgiving and made cookies.  one thing i loved about holidays growing up was making cookies, i loved doing it, and still do.  now i just try not to eat them.  ( i'll let you know how that goes) well i hope everyone is having a great november!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TNdgpl9iBhI/AAAAAAAABWg/cTJpt2d8PvM/s1600/IMG_6422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TNdgpl9iBhI/AAAAAAAABWg/cTJpt2d8PvM/s200/IMG_6422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537000534556411410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TNdgp4_cS5I/AAAAAAAABWo/vgqpSuSA71A/s1600/IMG_6423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TNdgp4_cS5I/AAAAAAAABWo/vgqpSuSA71A/s200/IMG_6423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537000539664698258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TNdgqIdeL6I/AAAAAAAABWw/upC4hCk211A/s1600/IMG_6428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TNdgqIdeL6I/AAAAAAAABWw/upC4hCk211A/s200/IMG_6428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537000543817183138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-1738282464667527445?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/1738282464667527445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=1738282464667527445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/1738282464667527445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/1738282464667527445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/11/november.html' title='NOVEMBER!'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TNdgpl9iBhI/AAAAAAAABWg/cTJpt2d8PvM/s72-c/IMG_6422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-1588161258637145597</id><published>2010-10-24T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T17:28:07.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>song of the week.</title><content type='html'>about a year ago makaul started liking rap! wanting makaul and brent for that matter to experience all kinds of music for her birthday we got her a cd by lecrae.  Yesterday lecrae played in ft.worth and we decided to take both kids.  Brent also has been showing some intrest in rap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the first time jason and i ever experienced a rap concert, it was really neat, and to see the difference in crowds, and just the show all together was really cool.  it was neat to see once again how people can and do worship to all kinds of christian music, it was crazy about how the show although was always pointed to christ, during this song, it became about singing to God, not about God.  Way to go God, once again, you reminded me to take you out of the box.&lt;br /&gt;on to the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lecrae&lt;br /&gt;background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could play the background&lt;br /&gt;I could play the background&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know sometimes I get in the way&lt;br /&gt;So won’t You take the lead, lead, lead?&lt;br /&gt;So won’t You take the lead, lead, lead?&lt;br /&gt;And I could play the background, background&lt;br /&gt;And you could take the lead &lt;p&gt;Verse 1&lt;br /&gt;It’s evident you run the show, so let me back down&lt;br /&gt;You take the leading role, and I’ll play the background&lt;br /&gt;I know I miss my cues, know I forget my lines&lt;br /&gt;I’m sticking to your script, and I’m reading all your signs&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need my name in lights, I don’t need a starring role&lt;br /&gt;Why gain the whole wide world, If I’m just going lose my soul&lt;br /&gt;And my ways ain’t purified, don’t live according to Your Word&lt;br /&gt;I can’t endure this life without Your wisdom being heard&lt;br /&gt;So word to every dance, a foe, a pop star&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause we all play the background, but mine’s a rockstar&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so if you need me I’ll be stage right&lt;br /&gt;Praying the whole world will start embracing stage fright&lt;br /&gt;So let me fall back, stop giving my suggestions&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause when I follow my obsessions, I end up confessing&lt;br /&gt;That I’m not that impressive, matter of fact&lt;br /&gt;I’m who I are, a trail of stardust leading to the superstar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I could play the background&lt;br /&gt;I could play the background&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know sometimes I get in the way&lt;br /&gt;So won’t You take the lead, lead, lead?&lt;br /&gt;So won’t You take the lead, lead, lead?&lt;br /&gt;And I could play the background, background&lt;br /&gt;And you could take the lead&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Verse 2&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream that I was captain of my soul&lt;br /&gt;I was master of my fate, lost control. and then I sank&lt;br /&gt;So I don’t want to take the lead, ’cause I’m prone to make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;All the folks who follow me, going end up in the wrong place&lt;br /&gt;So let me just shadow you, let me trace your lines&lt;br /&gt;Matter of fact, just take my pen, here, you create my rhymes&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause if I do this by myself, I’m scared that I’ll succeed&lt;br /&gt;And no longer trust in you, ’cause I only trust in me&lt;br /&gt;And see, that’s how you end up headed to destruction&lt;br /&gt;Paving a road to nowhere, pour your life out for nothing&lt;br /&gt;You pulled my card, I’m bluffing, You know what’s in my hand&lt;br /&gt;Me, I’m just going to trust you, You cause the dice to land&lt;br /&gt;I’m in control of nothing, follow you at any cost&lt;br /&gt;Some call it sovereign will, all I know is you the boss&lt;br /&gt;Man, I’m so at ease, I’m so content&lt;br /&gt;I’ll play the background, like it’s an instrument&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I could play the background&lt;br /&gt;I could play the background&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know sometimes I get in the way&lt;br /&gt;So won’t You take the lead, lead, lead?&lt;br /&gt;So won’t You take the lead, lead, lead?&lt;br /&gt;And I could play the background, background&lt;br /&gt;And you could take the lead&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m safest when I’m in Your will, and trust Your Word&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m dangerous when I trust myself, my vision blurred&lt;br /&gt;And I ain’t got no time to play life’s foolish games&lt;br /&gt;Got plenty aims, but do they really Glorify Your name&lt;br /&gt;And it’s a shame, the way I want to do these things for You&lt;br /&gt;Don’t even cling to you, take time to sit and gleam from You&lt;br /&gt;Seems You were patient in my ignorance&lt;br /&gt;If ignorance is bliss, it’s ’cause she never heard of this&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I could play the background&lt;br /&gt;I could play the background&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know sometimes I get in the way&lt;br /&gt;So won’t You take the lead, lead, lead?&lt;br /&gt;So won’t You take the lead, lead, lead?&lt;br /&gt;And I could play the background, background&lt;br /&gt;And you could take the lead&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I could play the background&lt;br /&gt;I could play the background&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know sometimes I get in the way&lt;br /&gt;So won’t You take the lead, lead, lead?&lt;br /&gt;So won’t You take the lead, lead, lead?&lt;br /&gt;And I could play the background, background&lt;br /&gt;And you could take the lead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-1588161258637145597?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/1588161258637145597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=1588161258637145597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/1588161258637145597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/1588161258637145597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/10/song-of-week_24.html' title='song of the week.'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-2462959210911381258</id><published>2010-10-20T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T15:25:11.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Flags: Fright Fest.</title><content type='html'>We love, love, love six flags. when i was little, one of the things we would always do was go to six flags.  we go in the summer at least twice, we go at Halloween, and Christmas. Sometimes Jason and i will go for our anniversary, cause its the week they open for Christmas, and they have all the lights up. i love, love, love Christmas lights by the way.  sometimes we even squeeze on more time in for Makauls birthday. its one of the few places open on new years day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we did our yearly Halloween trip this year! it was fun.  the kids are starting to ride the bigger rides and both of them love roller coasters.  They had a good time.  Makaul ended up getting sick while we were there this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea! for six flags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TL9rwoSPiJI/AAAAAAAABWY/EtX67Uxs8gA/s1600/IMG_6286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TL9rwoSPiJI/AAAAAAAABWY/EtX67Uxs8gA/s200/IMG_6286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530257350626085010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-2462959210911381258?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/2462959210911381258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-535459375006497473</id><published>2010-10-17T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T20:27:57.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>song of the week.</title><content type='html'>so one of the most favorite things i do when life just seems to be to much is i get in my car and i drive, and turn up the music as loud as i can, and open the sunroof.  so today i did this, and this song came on and i finally broke down.  i feel so much better and just got right with god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song- All i neet to be.&lt;br /&gt;by- fireflight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping with each new day&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving forward, I push the fear away&lt;br /&gt;And I let go&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm so through with barely hanging on&lt;br /&gt;Leaving what's in the past behind&lt;br /&gt;I come closer to crossing over the line&lt;br /&gt;And I won't stop&lt;br /&gt;Until I get what I've been fighting for&lt;br /&gt;You've said it all before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me again that I am strong&lt;br /&gt;Tell me again that I won't fall&lt;br /&gt;I need You here to fix me where I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;Take me beyond what I can see&lt;br /&gt;Break me, make me believe&lt;br /&gt;You have made me all I need to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing all that I can do is be open when You start to move&lt;br /&gt;In my heart&lt;br /&gt;And now my God, I finally hear Your voice&lt;br /&gt;You've said it all before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who I am is all I've got&lt;br /&gt;And I can't be who I am not anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am strong, make me believe)&lt;br /&gt;You have made me all I need to be&lt;br /&gt;(I am strong, make me believe, make me believe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-535459375006497473?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-6680722687853800987</id><published>2010-10-15T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T09:40:49.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd measurements !!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>so today i had my second measurements done at slim4life.&lt;br /&gt;some stayed the same as last time, some went down, even one went up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first day:&lt;br /&gt;c-40.5&lt;br /&gt;w-48&lt;br /&gt;h-47&lt;br /&gt;t-22&lt;br /&gt;right arm- 12.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st time to measure on diet:&lt;br /&gt;c-38.5&lt;br /&gt;w-43&lt;br /&gt;h-42.5&lt;br /&gt;t-19&lt;br /&gt;ra-10.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today:&lt;br /&gt;c-37.5( i didn't know i had anymore chest to loose:) )&lt;br /&gt;w-37&lt;br /&gt;h-42.25&lt;br /&gt;t-17.5&lt;br /&gt;ra-11( i blame the push ups sifu makes me do for this gain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for weight i have lost 38 pnds. not bad for the last month we have had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-6680722687853800987?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/6680722687853800987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=6680722687853800987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/6680722687853800987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/6680722687853800987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/10/2nd-measurements.html' title='2nd measurements !!!!!!!'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-4322090266872462880</id><published>2010-10-12T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T06:44:10.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>monthly picture( october)</title><content type='html'>so, another month has happend.  not allot of progress in the weight area this month but, over all i have done good.  my guess is that i total somewhere around 35 pnds.  i didn't go last week due to everything else going on, but i have gotten back on track and ready to loose the next 25 pnds.&lt;br /&gt;here are the pics. ( looking at it, i realize i am out of alignment. i see a vist to the chiropractor soon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st starting pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TLRi8lBDBEI/AAAAAAAABV4/cEhuD3eyk_4/s1600/IMG_5742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TLRi8lBDBEI/AAAAAAAABV4/cEhuD3eyk_4/s200/IMG_5742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527151435558618178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TLRj1I70yPI/AAAAAAAABWA/20fJ10MgGKI/s1600/IMG_5863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TLRj1I70yPI/AAAAAAAABWA/20fJ10MgGKI/s200/IMG_5863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527152407273064690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TLRksb6Cz4I/AAAAAAAABWI/HjD_lzwFdcQ/s1600/IMG_6118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TLRksb6Cz4I/AAAAAAAABWI/HjD_lzwFdcQ/s200/IMG_6118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527153357258674050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TLRlp9dOWmI/AAAAAAAABWQ/RltKcsSP0RU/s1600/IMG_6272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TLRlp9dOWmI/AAAAAAAABWQ/RltKcsSP0RU/s200/IMG_6272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527154414236621410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-4322090266872462880?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/4322090266872462880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=4322090266872462880' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/4322090266872462880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/4322090266872462880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/10/monthly-picture-october.html' title='monthly picture( october)'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TLRi8lBDBEI/AAAAAAAABV4/cEhuD3eyk_4/s72-c/IMG_5742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-7718325937441903668</id><published>2010-10-10T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T18:51:48.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>decorating cookies and michael jackson go hand in hand.</title><content type='html'>so today, we did two normal things that usually happen around here close to halloween time.  we watched the cowboys and we decorated cookies .  the last month has been rough, and i felt the need for normalcy.  so even though i have felt a tad bit guilty for this ( i mean my cousin will never get to do this with elizabeth, that hurts my heart all over again) for my sake and my kids i decided to try to do some normal stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so one of makauls favorite singers right now is michael jackson, so i turned it on and we made and decorated cookies, and by made them, i mean take them out of the package and cook them. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was nice to see my kids laugh, smile and dance and just seem like there was no care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;enjoy some of the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TLJs8MHGaII/AAAAAAAABVg/tch21MXbhXI/s1600/IMG_6259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TLJs8MHGaII/AAAAAAAABVg/tch21MXbhXI/s200/IMG_6259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526599474035976322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TLJs8mKKZZI/AAAAAAAABVo/zS8IfZIhqK8/s1600/IMG_6262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TLJs8mKKZZI/AAAAAAAABVo/zS8IfZIhqK8/s200/IMG_6262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526599481028142482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; taking a time out for some dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TLJs9IEwhVI/AAAAAAAABVw/uSc63nKAElI/s1600/IMG_6269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TLJs9IEwhVI/AAAAAAAABVw/uSc63nKAElI/s200/IMG_6269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526599490132280658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-7718325937441903668?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/7718325937441903668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=7718325937441903668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/7718325937441903668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/7718325937441903668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/10/decorating-cookies-and-michael-jackson.html' title='decorating cookies and michael jackson go hand in hand.'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TLJs8MHGaII/AAAAAAAABVg/tch21MXbhXI/s72-c/IMG_6259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-4624277995858349713</id><published>2010-10-09T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T13:40:51.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all i want for christmas is my two front teeth.</title><content type='html'>i know a little early for that song, but after about 4 years, brents front top teeth are finally coming in. &lt;br /&gt;When brent was about 3 1/2 , we were having a baptism service, and him and another kid were running around on the concrete, i had just told him to stop  running , when not 5 min. later My mom was bringing him to me and his mouth was bleeding. he knocked out 1/2 of a tooth. &lt;br /&gt;the dentist said that the other tooth was absessed and would have to be pulled , so i made the choice to pull out both teeth.  ( he promised it wouldn't mess up his teeth.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since then we have paitently been waiting for the teeth to come in.  it has become a joke with the dentist.  i will ask " are you sure there in there" he laughs and says "yes, just taking a good ol time to come in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday while doing school work i saw some white, " can it be" yep it is his tooth.&lt;br /&gt;someone is going to have a tooth soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-4624277995858349713?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/4624277995858349713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=4624277995858349713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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feel god threw music again!&lt;br /&gt;i believe that god makes music for every kind of mood you can have. here is a good one for frustration and anger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disciple&lt;br /&gt;Game on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;When the lights go up and the game is on &lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for me? ‘Cause I’m ready for you &lt;br /&gt;When the bell rings out and the fight is on &lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for me? ‘Cause I’m ready for you  &lt;br /&gt;It’s time for us to start throwing down &lt;br /&gt;Take a look and see who’s standing now  &lt;br /&gt;Didn’t even know that you and I were cross &lt;br /&gt;Until a sneak attack from the weak side &lt;br /&gt;Unaware that we were in a fight &lt;br /&gt;I guess that’s part of the problem,&lt;br /&gt;but guess what  &lt;br /&gt;Say what you want to say about me &lt;br /&gt;Throw up what you want to throw up at me&lt;br /&gt;But when you mess with those that are around me &lt;br /&gt;That’s when you and I will have a problem  &lt;br /&gt;I’m not afraid of loving my enemies &lt;br /&gt;Turning the other cheek &lt;br /&gt;Blessing those that would curse me &lt;br /&gt;I honestly want peace with you &lt;br /&gt;But when you come against my country &lt;br /&gt;When you come against my family &lt;br /&gt;You try to destroy my people &lt;br /&gt;I can’t just stand by &lt;br /&gt;There’s no way that I can stand by&lt;br /&gt;This time, I will not stand by &lt;br /&gt;I am coming, and if I come,&lt;br /&gt;then pain is coming with me &lt;br /&gt;I’m coming, and pain will be with me &lt;img src="http://www.christianrocklyrics.com/disciple/gameon.php" width="1" border="0" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-5545176534667375019?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-4681082678590828794</id><published>2010-10-07T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T11:30:10.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>our little trompler angel.</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth Anne Trompler went to be with Jesus on Monday night. &lt;br /&gt;I have to say i have never seen such love and beauty come from one special girl and it was all God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start from the beginning so you get the full story.&lt;br /&gt;27 days ago my cousins wife had a emergency c-section she was 3 weeks early.  she had stopped moving and Natasha's blood pressure was going to high.  soon they found out that Elizabeth had something called trisomy 13, it is a rare genetic disease. there are also trisomy 18 and i believe it is trisomy 24( also known as down syndrom).  there is no cure for 13 and that she would not live long from it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart stopped when i read the words and i couldn't believe it.  i went straight to my phone and started asking people to pray.  to all of you that have been praying, thank you so much, your prayers were a blessing to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started asking god for a miracle, and what i started to realize is that baby elizabeth was already a miracle. she had already beat the odd's just by making it to birth. praise god for this.  my cousin and his wife got to meet her, and even take her home. every week she beat the odd, also threw her moms carringbridge page, i got to see that this precious little girl, she was a fighter. i also learned that my cousin and his wife are very, very, strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started to see that people that didn't know them, started signing there caring bridge page, and started lifting my family up in prayer all the time.  i started to see god show up in a really big way!  she touched so many people and changed so many life's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me( and i bet the rest of my family) i learned never to take my family for granted again.  i learned  a new meaning of the word faith, and something that god has tried to teach me for a very long time, to just worry about today, not yesterday and not tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish you all could have met her, i wish i could have, but i got the part that god wanted me to see, and thats what matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on youtube there is a video called 99 balloons.  a family let 99 balloons go at there son's funneral. he lived 99 days with trisomy18.  i believe in that video that they say it was to help them to look up at heaven and not down at the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today at around 11:30 my cousin and his wife let 24 balloons go, she lived 24 days.  she is a true blessing to the trompler family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tash and jody,&lt;br /&gt;if and when you read this, remember to look up, not down. remember your family loves you and we are here for you.  most of all remember that God loves you , and he never lets go of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god thank you for our 24 days with her, thank you for allowing my cousin, his wife and there parents to meet this precious little girl. Most of all god, thank you for showing your love threw her and teaching us new things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-4681082678590828794?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/4681082678590828794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=4681082678590828794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/4681082678590828794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/4681082678590828794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/10/our-little-trompler-angel.html' title='our little trompler angel.'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-2099528154928730436</id><published>2010-09-29T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T13:40:56.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mema!</title><content type='html'>the idea of my mema ever getting cancer, never happened.  i have had fears of my parents, my kids, my friends getting it but not my mema.  so when i heard it, i just couldn't believe it, that and i couldn't breath.  still to say it, seems just weird. &lt;br /&gt;as i write this my mema is in the hospital, in icu, being ready to go to pcu.  she has already had surgery, and test are already coming back. it amazes me how fast doctors can work. &lt;br /&gt;although, i am shocked, numb and just don't know what to think anymore, and probably not handling it all that good, i wanted to share some fun stuff about my mema, stuff i have thought about all week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was growing up and we went to go see my mema, we would all stay up late and watch wrestling, mema new all about it.  we would wake up to the smell of a yummy breakfast, and quiet conversation going on, ( the living room and kitchen were connected) man i really miss those times.&lt;br /&gt;she had two sayings back then she would say:  " i may be short but i sure am sweet" , and " i can only please one person a day, today is not your day, and tomorrow isn't looking good either."&lt;br /&gt;my mema has a son in the phillipins, and i have two cousins there. she up untill two years ago kept in contact with them threw letters, when she moved, she sent letters and they all came back to her.  my mema is a pistol! she can just about out shop my mom and me. my mema is the funniest, toughest , old lady i have ever met. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a song and a small part i have been saying over and over in my head:&lt;br /&gt;The pressure makes us stronger&lt;br /&gt;The struggle makes us hunger&lt;br /&gt;The hard lessons make the difference&lt;br /&gt;The pressure makes us stronger&lt;br /&gt;The struggle makes us hunger&lt;br /&gt;The hard lessons make the difference&lt;br /&gt;And the difference makes it worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a hard week, but i have seen so much love threw this week. &lt;br /&gt;thank you for all the support, the text to check on us, even when i haven't text you, it has been appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-2099528154928730436?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-3100468292806522424</id><published>2010-09-19T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T18:11:30.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>song of the week!</title><content type='html'>yep, its been along long time, but for some reason this song popped into my head and i just had to post it, since this week has been a very painful week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty from pain.&lt;br /&gt;by superchick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights go out all around me&lt;br /&gt;One last candle to keep out the night&lt;br /&gt;And then the darkness surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm alive but i feel like i've died&lt;br /&gt;And all that's left is to accept that it's over&lt;br /&gt;My dreams ran like sand through the fists that i made&lt;br /&gt;I try to keep warm but i just grow colder&lt;br /&gt;I feel like i'm slipping away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this has passed, i still will remain&lt;br /&gt;After i've cried my last, there'll be beauty from pain&lt;br /&gt;Though it won't be today,&lt;br /&gt;Someday i'll hope again&lt;br /&gt;And there'll be beauty from pain&lt;br /&gt;You will bring beauty from my pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole world is the pain inside me&lt;br /&gt;The best i can do is just get through the day&lt;br /&gt;When life before is only a memory&lt;br /&gt;I'll wonder why God lets me walk through this place&lt;br /&gt;And though i can't understand why this happened&lt;br /&gt;I know that i will when i look back someday&lt;br /&gt;And see how you've brought beauty from ashes&lt;br /&gt;And made me as gold purified through these flames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this has passed, i still will remain&lt;br /&gt;After i've cried my last, there'll be beauty from pain&lt;br /&gt;Though it won't be today,&lt;br /&gt;Someday i'll hope again&lt;br /&gt;And there'll be beauty from pain&lt;br /&gt;You will bring beauty from my pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i am, at the end of me&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to hold to what i can't see&lt;br /&gt;I forgot how to hope&lt;br /&gt;This night's been so long&lt;br /&gt;I cling to Your promise&lt;br /&gt;There will be a dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this has passed, i still will remain&lt;br /&gt;After i've cried my last, there'll be beauty from pain&lt;br /&gt;Though it won't be today,&lt;br /&gt;Someday i'll hope again&lt;br /&gt;And there'll be beauty from pain&lt;br /&gt;You will bring beauty from my pain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-3100468292806522424?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/3100468292806522424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=3100468292806522424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/3100468292806522424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/3100468292806522424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/09/song-of-week.html' title='song of the week!'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-5532518575983476361</id><published>2010-09-17T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T12:02:27.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Elizabeth!</title><content type='html'>My cousin had a emergency c-section last friday, she was 3 weeks early.  they have been running tuns of test, cause something just wasn't right.  all the test were comming back normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Morning i started my day just like every morning.  eating breakfast and checking facebook.  not real sure what happend to my breakfast.  i went to my cousins facebook page and saw that they made a caring bridge page for her, she was 3 weeks early so i didn't think anything about it.  what i got was a huge shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out they got a test back showing that she has Trisomy 13.  there is no cure and she will not make it.  i went into shock!  i text my mom and she text the family.  as in all 50 of us.  all we could do was cry.  i was in such shock, i didn't even know how or what to pray, i had to text a few people and ask my husband how to pray.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family is strong!  my cousin and i were talking on facebook and i told her, the one most important thing i love about our family is we will stick up for each other, and that is just what we are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my aunts and mom are doing what they do best, my cousins and i are gathering research, and even the little ones like makaul and brent are praying there little hearts out to jesus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right before this happend i was talking to a friend about every day giving it up to god. my worries.  so i emailed her as she had been with me most of the day during all the events and i said, i have to give it to god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right after that i sent the link to a few people who have been praying for this special sweet baby and a lady called me, said i have the most cool god story for you.  Turns out she met a lady this summer who's child had trisomy 18 ( allot like 13) and had started a organization for families.  within minutes, i was now a facebook friend with this lady and got contact info.  i know that my cousin and his wife now are friends with her to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know the outcome of this baby girl, how long she will be here with us, but i know she was born in one of the most amazing loving families ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please keep praying for them, for us, for all 50 something of us.  this will be a first for all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-5532518575983476361?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/5532518575983476361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=5532518575983476361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/5532518575983476361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/5532518575983476361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/09/baby-elizabeth.html' title='Baby Elizabeth!'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-1981869265327531</id><published>2010-09-17T11:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T11:45:20.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>half way mark!</title><content type='html'>so today its official, i have lost 30 pnds.  i am half way to my goal! &lt;br /&gt;just wanted to share!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-1981869265327531?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/1981869265327531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=1981869265327531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/1981869265327531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/1981869265327531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/09/half-way-mark.html' title='half way mark!'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-1998909612866879828</id><published>2010-09-15T05:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T06:21:02.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update picture</title><content type='html'>I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S BEEN 2 MONTHS!&lt;br /&gt;2 months on my diet.  well lets see what the pictures show.&lt;br /&gt;here is my before picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TJDDQ-hKTvI/AAAAAAAABU4/8GYbJb8-0rc/s1600/IMG_5742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TJDDQ-hKTvI/AAAAAAAABU4/8GYbJb8-0rc/s200/IMG_5742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517124239956266738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now here is after the first month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TJDEW_Sgo4I/AAAAAAAABVA/oEUKQ-GwnZM/s1600/IMG_5863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TJDEW_Sgo4I/AAAAAAAABVA/oEUKQ-GwnZM/s200/IMG_5863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517125442754093954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not the end.... after the second month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TJDHAHcqZUI/AAAAAAAABVI/0u1p3WpycR4/s1600/IMG_6118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TJDHAHcqZUI/AAAAAAAABVI/0u1p3WpycR4/s200/IMG_6118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517128348342052162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-1998909612866879828?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/1998909612866879828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=1998909612866879828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/1998909612866879828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/1998909612866879828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/09/update-picture.html' title='update picture'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TJDDQ-hKTvI/AAAAAAAABU4/8GYbJb8-0rc/s72-c/IMG_5742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-6263344018730413333</id><published>2010-09-13T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T10:27:22.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jonus brothers,demi lovato, and camp rock concert.</title><content type='html'>Today Makaul is playing hookie! why?  because last night we went to see the Jonas brothers, Demi Lovato, and some of the cast of camp rock in concert.  One thing i love seeing is Makaul's love for music, and it is so much more fun to see that at a concert.  i love showing her different kinds of music- minus country!!!! i want her to like things kids her age like music wise, as much as stuff that i listen to. So when i saw this concert was coming, we got tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day started with church, because God comes first, that's why! then we had lunch at cotton patch.  then to beat the traffic went ahead and drove up there.  we got there with 2 hours before the door open, but the tickets we got , there was no assigned seats, so it was a good thing.  Yes we waited two hours in a line.  its part of the experience , or as my kids put it, this is the no fun part. It was hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TI5cLlaKIyI/AAAAAAAABUQ/y-qlf7BgQzw/s1600/IMG_6057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TI5cLlaKIyI/AAAAAAAABUQ/y-qlf7BgQzw/s200/IMG_6057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516447947665580834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally they let us in and we got a great spot to put our blanket out. when Brent realized we would be waiting more, he wasn't very happy, i explained this waiting is different, cause you get snacks, and souvenirs why you wait.  with hot dogs, waters, nacho's lemon and strawberry chills, t-shirts for the girls, and lantern necklace pass for Brent, we were set. ( yes i cheated, i had to.  i got sick after eating to.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TI5cLUS57hI/AAAAAAAABUI/PeYt0-vC2RU/s1600/IMG_6060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TI5cLUS57hI/AAAAAAAABUI/PeYt0-vC2RU/s200/IMG_6060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516447943071755794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the show was great, and very longggggggg.  it started at 7pm and we didn't get back to the car till 10:30pm.  half way threw the Jonas brothers, Nanna ended up in the car with Brent. he did good almost made it the whole show.   he would sit on our blanket till he heard a song he liked and then would jump up and watch.  the girls didn't sit down hardly at all till the end.  they were glued to the stage, and dancing and singing there little hearts out. i was very impressed with the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TI5cMGVkDPI/AAAAAAAABUY/r_ouzmjCsxs/s1600/IMG_6065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TI5cMGVkDPI/AAAAAAAABUY/r_ouzmjCsxs/s200/IMG_6065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516447956504677618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TI5cMv8fMXI/AAAAAAAABUg/Bo2KhNGrVFY/s1600/IMG_6096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 147px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TI5cMv8fMXI/AAAAAAAABUg/Bo2KhNGrVFY/s200/IMG_6096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516447967673790834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TI5cNIl0OjI/AAAAAAAABUo/FLWIJ3PINKY/s1600/IMG_6100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TI5cNIl0OjI/AAAAAAAABUo/FLWIJ3PINKY/s200/IMG_6100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516447974289586738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! we ran into Makaul's best friend to. i knew she was going to be there but they were running late, and actually had seats, so i didn't think we would see them, but when we were leaving , we ran right into them.  so we got to get a picture of the girls together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TI5duyeyVCI/AAAAAAAABUw/vdSKsYfi1QM/s1600/IMG_6116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TI5duyeyVCI/AAAAAAAABUw/vdSKsYfi1QM/s200/IMG_6116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516449651981702178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story: when Demi came out, she had blond hair. Makaul got upset because she is afraid that demi, is going to start being bad and singing bad songs, and have a bad image like Miley Cyrus does now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-6263344018730413333?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/6263344018730413333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=6263344018730413333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/6263344018730413333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/6263344018730413333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/09/jonus-brothersdemi-lovato-and-camp-rock.html' title='jonus brothers,demi lovato, and camp rock concert.'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TI5cLlaKIyI/AAAAAAAABUQ/y-qlf7BgQzw/s72-c/IMG_6057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-7534562637030321037</id><published>2010-09-10T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T10:18:29.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st measurements!</title><content type='html'>so today i had my first measurements since i started my program. i am very pleased with the results.  here are my results:&lt;br /&gt;                           1st day&lt;br /&gt;chest:         40.5&lt;br /&gt;waist:          48&lt;br /&gt;hips:            47                                                           &lt;br /&gt;Thigh:22&lt;br /&gt;Right Arm: 12.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;chest: 38.5&lt;br /&gt;Waist: 43&lt;br /&gt;Hips:42.5&lt;br /&gt;Thigh:19&lt;br /&gt;Right Arm: 10.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys for all the encouragement threw this process.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-7534562637030321037?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/7534562637030321037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=7534562637030321037' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/7534562637030321037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/7534562637030321037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/09/1st-measurements.html' title='1st measurements!'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-2951004385087207584</id><published>2010-09-04T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T22:36:48.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buster Barbaree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TIMrVvFpSKI/AAAAAAAABT4/3fniqxUnOj0/s1600/IMG_6034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TIMrVvFpSKI/AAAAAAAABT4/3fniqxUnOj0/s200/IMG_6034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513298021249009826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well for some time, we have been trying to decide on rather or not to get a dog. Brents allergy drops are working great, in fact we went into a restaurant tonight that had peanuts on the ground, and didn't have to call 911 or give benadryl. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have always said that we will raise Brent to experience what most kids do on a daily basis, as long as it don't harm him. well we took the plunge and today while we were in Austin celebrating the nieces birthday, Jason was getting a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like a 11:30 pm surprise when we walked in for the kids.  they were so excited.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted the name Ewok, but the kids loved the name Buster, sooooo Buster it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those asking about Brents allergies, yes we can return him if Brent has a allergy attack, and no so far no attack.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TIMrV8gRARI/AAAAAAAABUA/AUbpatmSVqk/s1600/IMG_6039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TIMrV8gRARI/AAAAAAAABUA/AUbpatmSVqk/s200/IMG_6039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513298024850325778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-2951004385087207584?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/2951004385087207584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=2951004385087207584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/2951004385087207584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/2951004385087207584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/09/buster-barbaree.html' title='Buster Barbaree'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TIMrVvFpSKI/AAAAAAAABT4/3fniqxUnOj0/s72-c/IMG_6034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-8781117266796321717</id><published>2010-08-29T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T19:50:01.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its bigger than i ever expected!</title><content type='html'>growing up from about sophomore year on, music was a huge part of my life.  it always amazed me how a song could describe how i felt.  i quickly went deep into the punk scene and i loved every minute of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i decided that i needed to take being a christian seriously, i was quickly convicted about the music i was listening to, and at the time there was no christian music out there that i liked. so sadly i quite listening to music, unless veggie tales counts( hey it was the only thing Brent would not cry to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving up music was crazy hard.  somewhere the christian music scene changed and new artist were coming out.  A friend started talking to me about music and ended up making me a mixed cd of good rock/punk music that was christian.  you better believe i went and bought some cd's.  with that my love for music came back.  i started going to shows,( bands playing) and just fell more in love with God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the want to have a venue has been there since i can remember, i loved growing up going to see bands play, just connecting with them, and realizing people were going threw some of the same stuff i was, just helped.  it was my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my vision of a venue has changed allot over the years, first it was for punks! just a place to hang and listen to music.  then to go to unsaved punks lives, so they could see the Jesus i saw and fall in love with him.  To now being a tool to bring people to Christ.  Bringing the unsaved into a church, to show who Jesus really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago it almost happened, but it never felt right and i never had peace about it. the idea was great but just not the way god wanted it. Then in July , we get a phone call saying that they would like to bring FireFlight to stonewater.  Let me just say i almost cried right there.  I can't begin to explain the last month other than, i felt at peace and that i was doing what god called me to be doing for his kingdom.  FireFlight will be a day i will never be able to fully explain. its one of those times that i was like God you are way bigger than i ever give you credit for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes there was the perks,&lt;br /&gt;meeting them,&lt;br /&gt;eating lunch with them,&lt;br /&gt;my kids getting to meet them,&lt;br /&gt;but really what amazes me is the stories i have heard, the stories i haven't heard yet and the stories i won't ever here about what that night has done for people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i am suppose to do more, or if it was a one time thing, but i thank god for that night and making my dream come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-8781117266796321717?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/8781117266796321717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=8781117266796321717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/8781117266796321717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/8781117266796321717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-bigger-than-i-ever-expected.html' title='Its bigger than i ever expected!'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-7402234221767934357</id><published>2010-08-28T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T20:23:20.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>i have been gone because my computer was broken, and when your husband is on a computer or fixing computers most of the day, his personal one gets neglected most of the time.  But he now has it fixed enough to post pictures and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much to catch up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight- well the 14th came and went and even though i couldn't post pictures i did take one, i think that when i took it i was down about 15 pnds.  so here is that picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/THnOnj8-f9I/AAAAAAAABS4/uVgsqqOt-Ik/s1600/IMG_5863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/THnOnj8-f9I/AAAAAAAABS4/uVgsqqOt-Ik/s200/IMG_5863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510662798125727698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has started for both kids, Makaul is adjusting to 4th grade, and her best friend being back. she is super happy to have her back.  she has had no chest pains since school started, really since Hollie has been back.  School has been an adjustment for her, lots of new things, new teachers( she has 3 now) changing classes, and like her momma, change is hard for her. she is doing much better now and is loving 4th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/THnQV64nj7I/AAAAAAAABTA/l9e4hdCT0FM/s1600/IMG_5893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/THnQV64nj7I/AAAAAAAABTA/l9e4hdCT0FM/s200/IMG_5893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510664694067072946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;              &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/THnQWQ6DR_I/AAAAAAAABTI/FFqg4M-G-ms/s1600/IMG_5899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/THnQWQ6DR_I/AAAAAAAABTI/FFqg4M-G-ms/s200/IMG_5899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510664699978663922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brent started Shape Academy on tuesday, and although we are still having a few melt downs, he did tell me to leave on the first day of school. To read more about Brent and school look at my blog just for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/THnR49A33YI/AAAAAAAABTQ/qAqz6nwed64/s1600/IMG_5916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/THnR49A33YI/AAAAAAAABTQ/qAqz6nwed64/s200/IMG_5916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510666395445616002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/THnR5Tp4jxI/AAAAAAAABTY/KctXi82LXO4/s1600/IMG_5927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/THnR5Tp4jxI/AAAAAAAABTY/KctXi82LXO4/s200/IMG_5927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510666401523207954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-7402234221767934357?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/7402234221767934357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=7402234221767934357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/7402234221767934357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/7402234221767934357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/THnOnj8-f9I/AAAAAAAABS4/uVgsqqOt-Ik/s72-c/IMG_5863.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-3736139401867577966</id><published>2010-08-07T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T11:14:25.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stinky Boy!</title><content type='html'>Why do boys stink faster than girls????&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks back Brent said mom i stink, sure enough he did.  we took a good bath, with extra directions ( again) on washing underarms, and went on about our business.&lt;br /&gt;today Brent was stinky again, he took a bath and again i watched as he washed his underarms. i smelled him and although its not bad, and you have to get really close, he still had that smell, so Jason and i took him to walmart and bought him his first deodorant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was funny as he smelled them one by one, some gagging did happen, some funny faces, but finally he found the one he wanted. He final decision was AXE DRY Essence!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have pictures because Makaul has my camera in Amarillo. ugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-3736139401867577966?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/3736139401867577966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=3736139401867577966' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/3736139401867577966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/3736139401867577966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/08/stinky-boy.html' title='Stinky Boy!'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-2542279758804298138</id><published>2010-07-26T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T17:24:39.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little bit of everything.</title><content type='html'>well the big news around our house is that BRENT IS SWIMMING!  today we went into the pool and he can swim a little. he is so proud of himself. He jumps in the pool, he goes under for a second and is swimming.  hip hip horay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my weight loss progress: i have to say there is only one way that i am doing as good as i am with control and determination, that is god. i have lost about 9 pnds now. my clothes are already feeling better, i am hoping to one day get back to exercising again. i know my body needs it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;molly the dog is still visiting and is doing awesome!!! the kids are in love with her, and so far brents allergies are at bay.  maybe the dog thing is not a bad idea, cause all of the sudden, our toys get put back up, our clothes get put in dirty clothes, out of fear molly will eat them. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60x60-  i am reading the book soul revolution.  awesome book.  in it is a challenge.  every 60 minutes, think and talk to god for 60 days.  i have decided to do this, and let me say, man you don't really realize how much you don't think about god until you realize you have past the hour and didn't even hear the watch go off. however i am trying and when i remember i do talk to him, even if its just a minute.  i have seen so many little things that god has done today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brent went to see a new foot doctor today, i went in with he is going to have to have surgery, and the why us attitude.  i quikly realized how much god is in control, when he just said new orthodics ever year, unless his foot wont mold to the orthodics, but said his foot will still mold to it at this point, maybe even correct it and then he won't even have to have orthodics anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all that is going on in the barbaree world, well not really but that would be a HUGE post. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-2542279758804298138?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/2542279758804298138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=2542279758804298138' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/2542279758804298138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/2542279758804298138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/07/little-bit-of-everything.html' title='a little bit of everything.'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-8593597781814695861</id><published>2010-07-24T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T21:58:13.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Molly the dog, comes for a visit.</title><content type='html'>Brent's doctor gave the ok for us to dog sit for a week or so.  we figured it would be a good trial with the kids, to see if they really do want a dog, that brent won't break out with. he is a little unsure at the moment but sister is on cloud 9. not to mention the niece is down and is loving it.&lt;br /&gt;we will see if a dog around allot breaks brent out but so far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TEvENd4LCmI/AAAAAAAABSg/kI5hI2fleFc/s1600/IMG_5780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TEvENd4LCmI/AAAAAAAABSg/kI5hI2fleFc/s200/IMG_5780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497703505773398626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TEvEONe5J6I/AAAAAAAABSo/wY0YMFI7jsw/s1600/IMG_5782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TEvEONe5J6I/AAAAAAAABSo/wY0YMFI7jsw/s200/IMG_5782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497703518552270754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-8593597781814695861?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/8593597781814695861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=8593597781814695861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/8593597781814695861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/8593597781814695861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/07/molly-dog-comes-for-visit.html' title='Molly the dog, comes for a visit.'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TEvENd4LCmI/AAAAAAAABSg/kI5hI2fleFc/s72-c/IMG_5780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-5000489794749427637</id><published>2010-07-17T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T09:34:18.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7pnds later</title><content type='html'>so the first 3 days of my diet sucked, it was hard but i got threw it.  basically it was like a cleansing faze, to get all the carbs, most of the sugar out of my body.  during this process i have almost lost 7 pnds.  today i am thankful to have more of a variety of food to eat.  the other thing is how much water i have to drink, my goodness i have never had to pee so much in my life. like every 30 min. lol.  i am really liking this diet, and the ladies that have been helping me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-5000489794749427637?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/5000489794749427637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=5000489794749427637' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/5000489794749427637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/5000489794749427637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/07/7pnds-later.html' title='7pnds later'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-6312946634772146289</id><published>2010-07-14T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T09:36:47.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i started a diet program with a nutritionist.  its a huge program, and it comes with snacks, drinks, and vitamins that i have to take( hence the two boxes the kids got)   i have struggled with my weight for about 8 years now. Brent was a huge baby and from then on i struggled.  i lost around 25 doing first place but i got to a point that i couldn't loose anymore, so eventually i just stopped trying.  My dad did this program and has lost 50 pnds, but i think what i like most is that they don't just drop you after you loose the weight they help you learn how to maintain and you stay in the program for about a year.  so i decided to take a monthly picture so i can see the progress, so on the 14Th of every month i will be posting a picture on here.  I am ready to feel better, i am ready to treat food like god intended and not some drug for depression or whatever emotion i am having at the time.  the first 3 days are going to be rough, but will gradually start getting easier. at least that is what they say. i am excited to be working with a nutritionist, and just learn the right way.&lt;br /&gt;so here is picture 1 ( also known as the before picture). ps. Brent took the picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TD3m3-17kiI/AAAAAAAABSY/n4MnsPRUjew/s1600/IMG_5742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TD3m3-17kiI/AAAAAAAABSY/n4MnsPRUjew/s200/IMG_5742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493800969898267170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-6312946634772146289?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/6312946634772146289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=6312946634772146289' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/6312946634772146289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/6312946634772146289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/07/today-i-started-diet-program-with.html' title=''/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TD3m3-17kiI/AAAAAAAABSY/n4MnsPRUjew/s72-c/IMG_5742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-7410499853294047657</id><published>2010-07-12T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T20:26:04.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 boxes!</title><content type='html'>today i had two decent size boxes. the reason why will come in a blog post soon, but today as i was about to get rid of the boxes makaul asked if they could have them.  so of course i said yes.&lt;br /&gt;WHO NEW boxes could be so much fun!!! the kids colored their boxes, they ate supper in their boxes and then played some more.   i love when little fun things happen with my kids. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TDvcSJDpI8I/AAAAAAAABSQ/5WYKCDpy0HU/s1600/IMG_5701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TDvcSJDpI8I/AAAAAAAABSQ/5WYKCDpy0HU/s200/IMG_5701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493226374735406018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TDvcRrGvQ9I/AAAAAAAABSI/TgDr0q5e5Vg/s1600/IMG_5702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TDvcRrGvQ9I/AAAAAAAABSI/TgDr0q5e5Vg/s200/IMG_5702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493226366695326674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-7410499853294047657?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/7410499853294047657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=7410499853294047657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/7410499853294047657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/7410499853294047657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/07/2-boxes.html' title='2 boxes!'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TDvcSJDpI8I/AAAAAAAABSQ/5WYKCDpy0HU/s72-c/IMG_5701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-2049167896641576896</id><published>2010-07-08T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T20:53:17.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brent and Kisses</title><content type='html'>Brent has never, and i mean never liked kisses!  he does allow me to kiss him on the head but that's about it.  Brent hates kisses so much that once in kindergarten a little girl ( a cute one to) kissed him on the cheek, since that day Brent not liked her at all.  he won't sit by her, he doesn't talk to her , he was down right mad that she kissed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, comes the next kiss, that happened just about a month ago.  at Disney Tinker Bell planted one on his cheek.  i seriously was afraid that Brent was going to bust out some kenpo moves on her. he was so embarrassed and once again just mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight, we were playing apples to apples, and he got the word kisses.  he looked at me and with a very serious face said "this word is caring," i said "Brent you know this word, you just don't want to say it. " he gave me the do i have to say it look, and said" kisses".  then the word out for everyone was special, boy he threw a card down so fast, faster than ever before.  he said "thank goodness i got rid of that word". then started to take some deep breaths, i was laughing so hard.  he said "momma i have to calm myself down".   its probably one of those moments that you had to be their, but i just needed to document this for one day when he does like kissing girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-2049167896641576896?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/2049167896641576896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=2049167896641576896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/2049167896641576896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/2049167896641576896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/07/brent-and-kisses.html' title='Brent and Kisses'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-7214007801549775294</id><published>2010-06-29T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T19:48:22.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moments i loved!</title><content type='html'>I will not lie this week has just been awful.  Makaul getting her tonsils out has been hard.  she has had a hard time recovering, however their were little moments that i just loved.  so i thought i would write them down, so i would remember them and one day my kids can read this and remember this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved cuddling up with Makaul and at times even Brent came in to join.  i loved camping out on our couch bed in the living room, even pulled out Brent's mattress so he could camp out.  i loved sleeping with Makaul and just holding her, i loved us getting on the couch bed and playing games because we are all bored out of our minds.  i loved seeing her love for dance come out even though she was in the worst pain she had known.  she would try to dance between sips of medicine.  mainly the robot.  these are the moments that have made me smile this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any pictures of this week, cause i kept forgetting and when i remembered she was in pain and didn't seem right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-7214007801549775294?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/7214007801549775294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=7214007801549775294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/7214007801549775294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/7214007801549775294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/06/moments-i-loved.html' title='moments i loved!'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-4764346018452751479</id><published>2010-06-27T07:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T08:32:06.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>disney :day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCdnQPhNjcI/AAAAAAAABRY/FUIPz9t7KVc/s1600/IMG_5462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCdnQPhNjcI/AAAAAAAABRY/FUIPz9t7KVc/s200/IMG_5462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487468199715638722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;last day at Disney world!  we started it with a Hawaiian style breakfast, and got to meet lilo and stitch.  the kids had allot of fun meeting all the characters at the restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;after breakfast we went back to magic kingdom, and started our day. this day we rode lots of rides.  we rode the two other big mountains, and we went to the haunted mansion.  then we took makaul to see the fairies, and Brent and Jason showed up just in time.  Brent didn't want to meet them until he found out that the boy fairy was their.  he says this backfired cause tinker bell kissed him and well if you know Brent you know this didn't turn out so well.  yep we did by a picture of it.  makaul loved every minute of meeting the fairies, she also got very excited that the boy fairy was their. we got out just in time for the fireworks.  they were amazing, and that doesn't do it justice.  last we did the electrical parade, that was awesome and a great way to finish our vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCdtuiUZgwI/AAAAAAAABRg/orV5MX3T7Vs/s1600/IMG_5491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCdtuiUZgwI/AAAAAAAABRg/orV5MX3T7Vs/s200/IMG_5491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487475317228012290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCdtvESN-cI/AAAAAAAABRo/gTxFcuq4WLU/s1600/IMG_5495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCdtvESN-cI/AAAAAAAABRo/gTxFcuq4WLU/s200/IMG_5495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487475326345673154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCdtvSKxcWI/AAAAAAAABRw/yWj5Xn024aM/s1600/IMG_5521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCdtvSKxcWI/AAAAAAAABRw/yWj5Xn024aM/s200/IMG_5521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487475330072539490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCdtvvex5yI/AAAAAAAABR4/BBACQOYLiyA/s1600/IMG_5525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCdtvvex5yI/AAAAAAAABR4/BBACQOYLiyA/s200/IMG_5525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487475337941083938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCdtwXiezFI/AAAAAAAABSA/oSS2KtlUwJo/s1600/IMG_5536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCdtwXiezFI/AAAAAAAABSA/oSS2KtlUwJo/s200/IMG_5536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487475348694027346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last two days was driving home.  that is the end to our dream vacation, it was amazing! thank you mom and dad for surprising us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-4764346018452751479?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/4764346018452751479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=4764346018452751479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/4764346018452751479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/4764346018452751479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/06/disney-day-6.html' title='disney :day 6'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCdnQPhNjcI/AAAAAAAABRY/FUIPz9t7KVc/s72-c/IMG_5462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-2579919341018592369</id><published>2010-06-26T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T19:39:05.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>disney:day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCa0M8XkSLI/AAAAAAAABQ4/ErtxrXSYjlY/s1600/IMG_5327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCa0M8XkSLI/AAAAAAAABQ4/ErtxrXSYjlY/s200/IMG_5327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487271330453932210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 5 was the first of two days at magic kingdom. it started out at a restraunt that had marry poppins, pooh and friends, and mad hatter and alice in wonderland.  Makaul really wanted to see marry poppins. she was so excited.  this place was amazing, we all loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to magic kingdom, and i must say seeing the castle in person, was amazing. it was so big and beautiful.  Brent rode his first adult roller coaster , space mountain.  He loved it.&lt;br /&gt;another highlight for my mom was to meet the princess, and to ride its a small world.  i enjoyed riding peter pan ride with jason and my kids, it is the only ride i truly remember from when i went as a kid. our first day at magic kingdom was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCa4fkzTwqI/AAAAAAAABRA/YCe_lMbrzt8/s1600/IMG_5334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCa4fkzTwqI/AAAAAAAABRA/YCe_lMbrzt8/s200/IMG_5334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487276048591864482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCa4gBlh-0I/AAAAAAAABRI/hGtZsf3-D04/s1600/IMG_5371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCa4gBlh-0I/AAAAAAAABRI/hGtZsf3-D04/s200/IMG_5371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487276056318704450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCa4gVCXIWI/AAAAAAAABRQ/bcDmH78XYvI/s1600/IMG_5441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCa4gVCXIWI/AAAAAAAABRQ/bcDmH78XYvI/s200/IMG_5441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487276061539901794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-2579919341018592369?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/2579919341018592369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-7046459466563647249</id><published>2010-06-25T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T19:12:30.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>makaul's tonsils.</title><content type='html'>today was makaul's surgery to take her tonsils out.  i want to say that makaul is a very tough girl.  first we got their, and we had to wait, and wait , and wait some more. you know she was nervous but it did not show but maybe once or twice, finally they came and got her, and i thought this might be were she looses it, but she didn't.  when i finally got to go back to see her, well she was out of it, but she soon was up and trying hard to be a big girl. &lt;br /&gt;here are some highlights of the day.&lt;br /&gt;-makaul did not like the i.v., they didn't put it on her till she was asleep so when she saw it she freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;- makaul got to take her hollie bear with her, even into her surgery.&lt;br /&gt;-when time to go home, she was scared and didn't want to go. &lt;br /&gt;- she wore the hat papa gave her all the way home, and even on and off at home.&lt;br /&gt;- she only slept for 45 min when she got home.&lt;br /&gt;-she watched michael jackson, and layed on the couch bed.&lt;br /&gt;-she got flowers, balloons, and little gifts from special friends and a very special life group.&lt;br /&gt;-she drank allot of water, and didn't want choc. milk.&lt;br /&gt;-she ate, Popsicles, a bite of ice cream, cut up banana's, 1/2 a roll, and a big bowl of mac and cheese today.&lt;br /&gt;-she only cries when i bring the med. out to give her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-7046459466563647249?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-2758485997661113158</id><published>2010-06-25T18:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T19:00:35.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>disney:day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCVcCjn0ZhI/AAAAAAAABQY/-ZZx7e65AaM/s1600/IMG_5273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCVcCjn0ZhI/AAAAAAAABQY/-ZZx7e65AaM/s200/IMG_5273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486892920012563986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 4 was disney's animal kingdom.this would be my 2nd most favorite park their.  our day started with meeting brents favorite character, donald duck!  he was so excited.  unfortuantly after that it seemed like brent needed a break.  he stayed untill around lunch time and then headed to the hotel with papa.  Makaul had one goal while at animal kingdom, the yeti roller coaster. it was a great ride! she loved it.  their was another ride that we liked, it was a safari jeep ride, took you around to see animals. Brent really liked that ride. this day we decided that we all needed a break and went back to the hotel, and ate, and played in the arcade area. it was another great day at disney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCVe2O8n47I/AAAAAAAABQg/l1EPzGowaeo/s1600/IMG_5279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCVe2O8n47I/AAAAAAAABQg/l1EPzGowaeo/s200/IMG_5279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486896006839133106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCVe2kVQULI/AAAAAAAABQo/UFDs_C1GeXg/s1600/IMG_5291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCVe2kVQULI/AAAAAAAABQo/UFDs_C1GeXg/s200/IMG_5291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486896012579590322" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCVe3NBIetI/AAAAAAAABQw/cyl8Y2-ft9Q/s1600/IMG_5310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCVe3NBIetI/AAAAAAAABQw/cyl8Y2-ft9Q/s200/IMG_5310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486896023501044434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-2758485997661113158?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/2758485997661113158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=2758485997661113158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/2758485997661113158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/2758485997661113158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/06/disneyday-4.html' title='disney:day 4'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCVcCjn0ZhI/AAAAAAAABQY/-ZZx7e65AaM/s72-c/IMG_5273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-1049785766249336031</id><published>2010-06-23T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T20:57:40.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>disney: day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCLOcBc0t3I/AAAAAAAABPo/izPbduybv5o/s1600/IMG_5158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCLOcBc0t3I/AAAAAAAABPo/izPbduybv5o/s200/IMG_5158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486174276911675250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 3 was our first full day at Disney. we went to Disney Hollywood studios.  it was star wars weekend their and by far was Brent's favorite park.  that morning we had a character breakfast, and we met handy mandy, and jojo the circus clown, and baby Einsteins were there to but the kids weren't really into them.  then the star wars parade was next.  awesome!   our dinner was at a place called Si Fi restaurant.  i am not going to say anything about it, but if you ever go to Disney, you must go their. it is by far the coolest restaurant i have ever seen.  we unfortunately missed the fireworks at the park because of the Si Fi restaurant but it was way worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some highlights for Makaul:  at the high school musical show, she got pulled out on stage. Riding the rockin rollercoaster.  she also liked the Si Fi restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some highlights for Brent:  seeing the star wars characters everywhere, making his lightsabor, meeting the power rangers, and meeting Indiana Jones actors.  this park wore him out! he says the sifi restaurant is his favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCLWBDz5W4I/AAAAAAAABPw/h-g-a-t6Dhc/s1600/IMG_5160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCLWBDz5W4I/AAAAAAAABPw/h-g-a-t6Dhc/s200/IMG_5160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486182609781873538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCLWCfOWNdI/AAAAAAAABP4/UNC6_H2eqIE/s1600/IMG_5190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCLWCfOWNdI/AAAAAAAABP4/UNC6_H2eqIE/s200/IMG_5190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486182634320442834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCLWFLNrHzI/AAAAAAAABQQ/eslM3vCPXXc/s200/IMG_5225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486182680488517426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-1049785766249336031?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/1049785766249336031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=1049785766249336031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/1049785766249336031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/1049785766249336031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/06/disney-day-3.html' title='disney: day 3'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCLOcBc0t3I/AAAAAAAABPo/izPbduybv5o/s72-c/IMG_5158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-7656784760866842921</id><published>2010-06-22T10:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T10:57:16.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>disney :day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCD5ZmfrJkI/AAAAAAAABPg/CGEdiZb_ONA/s1600/IMG_5134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCD5ZmfrJkI/AAAAAAAABPg/CGEdiZb_ONA/s200/IMG_5134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485658564362708546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2 started with us leaving around 7 am for the remainder of our drive to disney.  we stopped for cracker barrel again( if you ask us to go eat at craker barrel right now we might just all throw up on you) .  the drive took longer than we thought, and missed our reservations to our first character meal at epcot.  so we arrived to our hotel, and went straight to epcot, we didn't see much and only got to ride a handful of rides, but the kids had fun, and they bought their first souviners.  brent got a light up sword, and makaul got a light up toy to.  seeing how it was night it was a great gift.  epcot day didn't go as planned and we were all a little bummed and very tired from the drive. the kids still had fun, and thats what counts.  the nemo ride was really cool.  if you ever plan a trip to disney, if you drive, my advice is don't go to a park the same day just chill at the hotel, and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCD37liDi-I/AAAAAAAABPI/9BiCfiBz52o/s1600/IMG_5142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCD37liDi-I/AAAAAAAABPI/9BiCfiBz52o/s200/IMG_5142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485656949196557282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCD38OZOk_I/AAAAAAAABPQ/N-q3SD9MDUw/s1600/IMG_5147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCD38OZOk_I/AAAAAAAABPQ/N-q3SD9MDUw/s200/IMG_5147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485656960165385202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCD38f-RNwI/AAAAAAAABPY/i3SMZa6ljQE/s1600/IMG_5141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCD38f-RNwI/AAAAAAAABPY/i3SMZa6ljQE/s200/IMG_5141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485656964884150018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-7656784760866842921?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/7656784760866842921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=7656784760866842921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/7656784760866842921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/7656784760866842921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/06/disney-day-2.html' title='disney :day 2'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TCD5ZmfrJkI/AAAAAAAABPg/CGEdiZb_ONA/s72-c/IMG_5134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-895105804305576694</id><published>2010-06-21T11:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T11:26:28.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney: day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TB-qAGXhDbI/AAAAAAAABOY/T2NBU6pRpvI/s1600/IMG_5063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TB-qAGXhDbI/AAAAAAAABOY/T2NBU6pRpvI/s200/IMG_5063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485289789846523314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our vacation started off with leaving bright and early at 4 am.  we assumed the kids would have all fallen back to sleep, but no the were still going strong at 6 am.  but they eventually slept.  we got out to eat around 10:30 am, at a cracker barrel.  now funny thing, i was trying to grab Brent's shoes( so i could put them on him. ) and get out of the car at the same time, NOT  a good idea. i ended up falling out backwards, out of the van we rented.  No worries folks it wasn't a bad fall.&lt;br /&gt;we drove 10 hours that day, and stopped in Biloxi miss.  The hotel was perfect for our big family.  it was on the beach, it had two pools that overlooked the ocean. it even had a cassino.  the kids played on the beach, in the pool and we all got a decent amount of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned for day 2 of our big family trip to disney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TB-uJeytuiI/AAAAAAAABOg/U48j6zfIO6M/s1600/IMG_5065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 147px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TB-uJeytuiI/AAAAAAAABOg/U48j6zfIO6M/s200/IMG_5065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485294349068384802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TB-uJ8sMF8I/AAAAAAAABOo/gPOC7kUqEN4/s1600/IMG_5119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 147px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TB-uJ8sMF8I/AAAAAAAABOo/gPOC7kUqEN4/s200/IMG_5119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485294357094078402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TB-uK__vAKI/AAAAAAAABOw/9JNmh6EmGTw/s1600/IMG_5121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TB-uK__vAKI/AAAAAAAABOw/9JNmh6EmGTw/s200/IMG_5121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485294375161233570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-895105804305576694?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/895105804305576694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=895105804305576694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/895105804305576694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/895105804305576694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/06/disney-day-1.html' title='Disney: day 1'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TB-qAGXhDbI/AAAAAAAABOY/T2NBU6pRpvI/s72-c/IMG_5063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-3619496970330428626</id><published>2010-06-19T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T19:04:07.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Duree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TB12ZEVUfBI/AAAAAAAABOQ/FTpgqNmcGdM/s1600/scan0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/TB12ZEVUfBI/AAAAAAAABOQ/FTpgqNmcGdM/s320/scan0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484670094239104018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for those who don't know, my mom use to have a preschool, and i worked for her, and if i would have to say one thing about the preschool, it was a family, not just the teachers, but the parents and all the kids.  the closeness and the love that happend their never really goes away.  so when tragidey happends its hard to grasp.  this year their has been four major unexpected deaths from our preschool.  the first was a teacher, Pat Tigner.  i miss her and love her and its hard to believe she isn't around here anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week when we got back from disney, i was catching up on facebook, i was reading a post about a terrible plan crash, with people from granbury.  as i read i got to the name rodney duree.  the named sounded familar.  then i read the name Delanie Duree, even more familar, but when i got to the name Lake Duree, the tears started comming.  Lake Duree was in my class when he was one. and i have to say that once you are in my class, well once my baby always my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jason was asking me something and all i could do was get up and go to my room, and i just lost it.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't and didn't want to come to grips with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did come to grips with it, it still hurts, but i know the whole family is loving life with jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lake duree was a sweet, blond headed boy with the most beautiful eyes i have ever seen.   his mom and dad were the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to say this, a couple of days before i left for vacation, i saw delanie in walmart and i didn't stop to say hi, i was in to big of a rush.  this is something that i have had to let go off this week, because i feel guilty for not taking the time to talk with her.  i hate this because i feel like god was giving me one last chance to see her, to maybe get a hug. i have had a hard time with it, but i have let it go.  i know one thing, if i see someone i am going to stop and at least say hi, because it could be my last chance to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lake duree,&lt;br /&gt;Miss. crystal loves you , and my heart hurts but i know you are smiling and loving being with jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-3619496970330428626?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/3619496970330428626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=3619496970330428626' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/3619496970330428626'/><link rel='self' 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in my life, that i truly thank god is screaming HELLO at me.  that people and things are getting in the way.  i think right now is one of those times.  i am not ready to call this depression, cause i am not sure that it is, but i feel empty.  i have been feeling like this for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;i have realized that if i am not spending time with god, then my week goes bad, my eating goes bad, and i am not a patient mommy or wife in those times. &lt;br /&gt;so what does god do in those times...  i think that he is peeling back some issues i have and is helping me get rid of them.  i think he teaches me to rely more on him than my friends.  i think he helps show me what is getting in the way.  i think he has something big, and he is getting me on the right path.   i think he is just asking for me to search him. even when i don't have answers, just to search him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-452610005398073439?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/452610005398073439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=452610005398073439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/452610005398073439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/452610005398073439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-of-those-moments.html' title='one of those moments'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-986569886645927486</id><published>2010-05-17T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T15:44:48.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding</title><content type='html'>the wedding is a band, it is officially one of my favorites.  exspecially when they are live.  i have seen them many times but they just keep getting better and better.    this last school year i have seen them 3 times. this makes for a very happy crystal.   the first time this year was in a very small club in plano and their was barely anyone their and when they werent playing they were out in the crowd watching other bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night i could have talked to them, could have got a picture of them, could have but like a dork i froze!  in my definse that night it was my two favorite bands, and i wasn't use to them just standing around in the crowd. so no go that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second time i saw them was in a club in downtown dallas, much bigger bands were playing to and it was crowded. however when i bought my shirt i did manage to talk to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this last time, i went in with one goal, get a picture with one. i did! i did! i did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S_HGdavYjoI/AAAAAAAABOA/uZ5LQoyK6aE/s1600/IMG_4856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S_HGdavYjoI/AAAAAAAABOA/uZ5LQoyK6aE/s200/IMG_4856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472373230928432770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-986569886645927486?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/986569886645927486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=986569886645927486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/986569886645927486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/986569886645927486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/05/wedding.html' title='The Wedding'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S_HGdavYjoI/AAAAAAAABOA/uZ5LQoyK6aE/s72-c/IMG_4856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-6181997907810925858</id><published>2010-05-05T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T15:03:35.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love  May!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S-HpyTCXOYI/AAAAAAAABNg/mi6IQx3pSEs/s1600/IMG_4781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S-HpyTCXOYI/AAAAAAAABNg/mi6IQx3pSEs/s200/IMG_4781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467908472917408130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Their are many reasons i love may, i just don't know where to start.  Its lighter outside later at night, its warm, the kids get out of school, and my birthday, these are some of the many things i love about May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday's are our do nothing day, no extra stuff like dance, keyboard, kenpo etc...   So as soon as we got home, the first thing the kids could think of was putting their swim suits on and jump on the trampoline with the sprinkler on.   They had a blast, and yes they are already tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope everyone has a great May!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S-HpzXmuh5I/AAAAAAAABNw/cLL5d65AhYI/s1600/IMG_4783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S-HpzXmuh5I/AAAAAAAABNw/cLL5d65AhYI/s200/IMG_4783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467908491323541394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S-Hpy7XC9QI/AAAAAAAABNo/OJxW302n6E4/s1600/IMG_4782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S-Hpy7XC9QI/AAAAAAAABNo/OJxW302n6E4/s200/IMG_4782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467908483741578498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-6181997907810925858?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/6181997907810925858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=6181997907810925858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/6181997907810925858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/6181997907810925858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-may.html' title='Love  May!!!'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S-HpyTCXOYI/AAAAAAAABNg/mi6IQx3pSEs/s72-c/IMG_4781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-7797247108709626350</id><published>2010-04-17T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T15:35:40.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy makaul</title><content type='html'>Makaul had her apointment with a cardioligist.   Makaul had a ekg done before just threw her normal doctor, but they also did a eco test done yesterday.   As far as this doctor can tell, their is nothing wrong with her heart. she however told me 4 other things that could be going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. pluresy came back up. my question to this is can she have it from January till now, if so does she need med. for it.&lt;br /&gt;2. inflamation from pulled muscle. she doesn't think it is this.&lt;br /&gt;3. reflux.  my question to this is that when they did her eco they went up into her neck and did her tummy, wouldn't that have shown something?&lt;br /&gt;4.  asthma!! and again this word comes up. hmmm.  she really thinks its asthma since the inhaler calmes it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am kinda back to the what now??? stage.  i think for now i am going to document alot and pray and just leave it to that. i am going to wait for god to lead me in what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can now mark off her heart. really didn't think it was that anyway but good to know for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-7797247108709626350?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/7797247108709626350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=7797247108709626350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/7797247108709626350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/7797247108709626350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/04/crazy-makaul.html' title='crazy makaul'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-7188895851131804188</id><published>2010-04-12T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T16:36:28.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Makaul's world</title><content type='html'>Makaul has decided to start blogging. so i wanted to share her blog with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;makaulsworld.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-7188895851131804188?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/7188895851131804188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=7188895851131804188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/7188895851131804188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/7188895851131804188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/04/makauls-world.html' title='Makaul&apos;s world'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-2489158313691463320</id><published>2010-04-12T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T11:52:05.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>main street art festival</title><content type='html'>Saturday what was suppose to be a family night, turned out to be mommy and makaul time. Brent got sick and stayed home with daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makaul and i went to the Main Street Arts Festival, and we had a great time walking around downtown ft.worth.  Sometimes unexpected mommy and makaul time is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S8NriVJkWvI/AAAAAAAABM4/BThBAIdNvAU/s1600/IMG_4764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S8NriVJkWvI/AAAAAAAABM4/BThBAIdNvAU/s200/IMG_4764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459325410840173298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S8NrjFhvR0I/AAAAAAAABNA/x83hNEXi-0M/s1600/IMG_4766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S8NrjFhvR0I/AAAAAAAABNA/x83hNEXi-0M/s200/IMG_4766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459325423826454338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-2489158313691463320?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/2489158313691463320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=2489158313691463320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/2489158313691463320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/2489158313691463320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/04/main-street-art-festival.html' title='main street art festival'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S8NriVJkWvI/AAAAAAAABM4/BThBAIdNvAU/s72-c/IMG_4764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-2333320819406806090</id><published>2010-04-06T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T10:43:52.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Weekend.</title><content type='html'>Easter was a blast this year for the barbaree's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S7ttqpXGRXI/AAAAAAAABLU/MgTTAD3Foz0/s1600/IMG_4675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S7ttqpXGRXI/AAAAAAAABLU/MgTTAD3Foz0/s200/IMG_4675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457075952914154866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S7ttrHwxRzI/AAAAAAAABLc/hSiTrALqHU0/s1600/IMG_4669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S7ttrHwxRzI/AAAAAAAABLc/hSiTrALqHU0/s200/IMG_4669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457075961074894642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S7ttrYDaKvI/AAAAAAAABLk/rV1eYOkffG0/s1600/IMG_4679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S7ttrYDaKvI/AAAAAAAABLk/rV1eYOkffG0/s200/IMG_4679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457075965448039154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S7ttrlJhuQI/AAAAAAAABLs/Csd4XNLdVsQ/s1600/IMG_4693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 141px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S7ttrlJhuQI/AAAAAAAABLs/Csd4XNLdVsQ/s200/IMG_4693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457075968963361026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S7ttsPM12bI/AAAAAAAABL0/Dcli_P8gI3M/s1600/IMG_4717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S7ttsPM12bI/AAAAAAAABL0/Dcli_P8gI3M/s200/IMG_4717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457075980251552178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S7tyGH2hkTI/AAAAAAAABL8/_R5R4b0d7-s/s1600/IMG_4719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S7tyGH2hkTI/AAAAAAAABL8/_R5R4b0d7-s/s200/IMG_4719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457080823002009906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S7tyG5OTQnI/AAAAAAAABME/QSyaec52_Qw/s1600/IMG_4722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S7tyG5OTQnI/AAAAAAAABME/QSyaec52_Qw/s200/IMG_4722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457080836255072882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S7tyHfUOaHI/AAAAAAAABMM/fVNGZcB7M4I/s1600/IMG_4744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 137px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S7tyHfUOaHI/AAAAAAAABMM/fVNGZcB7M4I/s200/IMG_4744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457080846480468082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S7tyHxRfGLI/AAAAAAAABMU/dNGMEEgf1rI/s1600/IMG_4752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S7tyHxRfGLI/AAAAAAAABMU/dNGMEEgf1rI/s200/IMG_4752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457080851300817074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-2333320819406806090?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/2333320819406806090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=2333320819406806090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/2333320819406806090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/2333320819406806090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-weekend.html' title='Easter Weekend.'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S7ttqpXGRXI/AAAAAAAABLU/MgTTAD3Foz0/s72-c/IMG_4675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-5415341604789359589</id><published>2010-04-01T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T07:17:05.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>little published author</title><content type='html'>we have a true published author living in our house!&lt;br /&gt;yesterday makaul got a letter in the mail saying that her poem was chosen to be in the Anthology of Poetry by young americans.  Her teacher sent hers along with 6 others who she thought might have a chance.  Makaul doesn't know what poem it was but she thinks it is one of two. 1. one would be about jasons mom, two would be about a cowboys life.  As soon as i find out, i will post it on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a side note: Hollie, makauls best friend is also a true published author, her poem was picked last year. Makaul was very excited to know that both her and her best friend are published authors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the pictures showing her reaction as she read the letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S7Sp_4JRkKI/AAAAAAAABK0/fyfSTFu2oEI/s1600/IMG_4642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S7Sp_4JRkKI/AAAAAAAABK0/fyfSTFu2oEI/s200/IMG_4642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455171963520651426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S7SqAD8un6I/AAAAAAAABK8/OkRPrCGqI6c/s1600/IMG_4643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 142px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S7SqAD8un6I/AAAAAAAABK8/OkRPrCGqI6c/s200/IMG_4643.JPG" alt="" 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-5415341604789359589?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/5415341604789359589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=5415341604789359589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/5415341604789359589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/5415341604789359589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-published-author.html' title='little published author'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S7Sp_4JRkKI/AAAAAAAABK0/fyfSTFu2oEI/s72-c/IMG_4642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-3756829139983628715</id><published>2010-03-30T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T13:38:00.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something cool.</title><content type='html'>i know i just posted about makaul, but i have to tell this cool thing that happend, and it was totally god.   so i get online to look at all cooks cardioligist( thats where my friend told me to go)  and i am looking threw them and i come across one thats a girl( we like girl doctors) but their is something about her picture, and i said that is who i want. i go to call the number knowing fair well that chances are i won't get her, their is like 12 doctors, i get my apointment and i ask before i hang up who it was.  i wrote her name down and went to look, and what do you know it was the same lady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-3756829139983628715?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/3756829139983628715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=3756829139983628715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/3756829139983628715'/><link 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started having an unexplainable chest pain and she said that it felt like air wasn't getting in or enough comming out.  i blew it off, makaul has a drama streak in her that most don't see but has been showing up more and more.&lt;br /&gt;around the same time she found out the exact date that her best friend would be moving, but i didn't think anything about it.  the chest pains continued about once a day, for about a week. we went to the doctor and did a few test, nothing really showed up.  one of those test was a breathing treatment to see if it was asthma.  after that day the chest pains went away, and everything was good.  then the same time that the best friend left the chest pains came back. we went back to doctor, and she said it is anxiety and panic from her best friend leaving.  we went on our way, just talking her threw them.   when the chest pains didn't stop and came back more often and more painfull, i once again went to doctor, doctor says it can't just be anxiety and we go home with a inhaler. the inhaler seems to slow it down but it hasn't gone away.  in between all that, makaul kept getting strep throat, and the 4th time we went in for that, the doctor says she might be a carrier, which means she might need tonseles out, so i go to our ears, nose and throat doctor, who says yep lets take those out, so in june we will do that, but the kicker is he says it would be a good idea to go to a cardioligist and get an ok since she has been having chest pain.&lt;br /&gt;i was talking to my friend and she reminds me of a certain friend that has a daughter that needed a cardio doctor, so i text her and she explains how to get the best for makaul.  So for now, makaul gets strep left and right, has chest pains, and has to go to a cardio doctor, and have her tonsils taken out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the doctor and i use to say that makaul is the easy kid, nothing is ever wrong, the last time i went she said guess we cant say that anymore.  surprisingly i am not freaking out about all of this, i am just going with the punches, this time the punch means cardio docter and its time for tonsils to come out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-8038205389110053163?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/8038205389110053163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=8038205389110053163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/8038205389110053163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/8038205389110053163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/03/makaul.html' title='Makaul!'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-4287178721264040617</id><published>2010-03-27T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T15:14:31.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>song of the week</title><content type='html'>the wedding:&lt;br /&gt;return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love is like a raging lion&lt;br /&gt;It's a heart of gold&lt;br /&gt;That's given you a place to go.&lt;br /&gt;You try so hard to make it on your own&lt;br /&gt;You've got to understand I'm making myself known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back to the airwaves, burn the ashes&lt;br /&gt;Raise the grave up to the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Sing of Me, sing of My love&lt;br /&gt;Like a bullet from a gun "SHOT" through the airwaves.&lt;br /&gt;"BANG, BANG"&lt;br /&gt;Raise the dead.&lt;br /&gt;Sing of Me, sing of My love&lt;br /&gt;Like a bullet from a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for me to bring the black back&lt;br /&gt;And capture the songs and take them to the streets.&lt;br /&gt;If we can sing it loud, we might just see it now&lt;br /&gt;We've got to shake the world, we've got to lift our voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back. Oh - Come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back to the airwaves, burn the ashes&lt;br /&gt; Raise the grave up to the sun.&lt;br /&gt; Sing of Me, sing of My love&lt;br /&gt; Like a bullet from a gun "SHOT" through the airwaves.&lt;br /&gt; "BANG, BANG"&lt;br /&gt; Raise the dead.&lt;br /&gt; Sing of Me, sing of My love&lt;br /&gt; Like a bullet from a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back to the airwaves, burn the ashes&lt;br /&gt;  Raise the grave up to the sun.&lt;br /&gt;  Sing of Me, sing of My love&lt;br /&gt;  Like a bullet from a gun "SHOT" through the airwaves.&lt;br /&gt;  "BANG, BANG"&lt;br /&gt;  Raise the dead.&lt;br /&gt;  Sing of Me, sing of My love&lt;br /&gt;  Like a bullet from a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back. Oh - Come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-4287178721264040617?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/4287178721264040617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=4287178721264040617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/4287178721264040617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/4287178721264040617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/03/song-of-week_27.html' title='song of the week'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-3865035810491594932</id><published>2010-03-25T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T20:00:02.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how do they come up with this stuff</title><content type='html'>so my kids have been really funny lately,&lt;br /&gt;here is what my son says to me the other day after school,&lt;br /&gt;" mom my friend said he wouldn't tell on me, so i did something, and then he told on me." long dramatic pause- " he needs to pray because he lied to me and lieing is a sin, so he is seperated from god" i ask him" what did you do" brent replies" nothing i asked him if he would tell before i did it."&lt;br /&gt;awe! i must say it took everything in me not to bust out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makaul and her friend told me at lunch time the other day that two other friends were pretend dating.  what in the world is that???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-3865035810491594932?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/3865035810491594932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=3865035810491594932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/3865035810491594932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/3865035810491594932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-do-they-come-up-with-this-stuff.html' title='how do they come up with this stuff'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-2593149772822965477</id><published>2010-03-15T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:37:33.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollie and Makaul trip 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S58WiV-9TCI/AAAAAAAABKk/w_MsL9ci7GI/s1600-h/IMG_4604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S58WiV-9TCI/AAAAAAAABKk/w_MsL9ci7GI/s200/IMG_4604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449098853414161442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    for &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;the first start of spring b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;reak we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;met h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ollie in wichita falls for a quick little visit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.  Makaul and Hollie were so excited to see each other. we made sure to get a hotel that had a heated pool, they swam till around 11, then talked till about 1am. Makaul and Hollie weren't the only ones to enjoy their time together Brent and Mallo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;rie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;had a great time to, that is until Mallorie got sick.  they played h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ide-n-seek, watched tv, talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ed, ate popcorn, then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; we went to a butterfly park, and chuckie cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;it was sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;d to say goodbye, but we already have plans to see each other soon. the girls seem to doing much better with this change, and i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; now they know they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;are still to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; 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width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S5mrN6spqnI/AAAAAAAABKc/PIJoDfPt83I/s200/IMG_4599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447573479864511090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so my dad and makaul have had this thing going, she would say papa i wanna go to disney world, and he would say when i win the lottery we will go. well papa didn't win the lottery but we will all be going on a big family vacation to disney world this summer in june.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom and i have been on the internet looking at disney and we started to print of stuff, and makaul found it( they had no idea that we were going yet.) she was like nanna are we going to disney, we said what are you talking about, she came flying in with the paper, nanna promised makaul that she didnt print the paper( she didn't i did) but makaul got in her head that nanna and papa were going their without them for their anniversary. we totally let her run with that idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tonight we told them what we were doing. They got a t-shirt with mickey on it, and brents words were "Really we are going" makauls was did Papa win the lottery. " ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will be a fun trip, my brother and niece will be comming to. we are all looking forward to this adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-1798498230071277174?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/1798498230071277174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=1798498230071277174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/1798498230071277174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/1798498230071277174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/03/surprise.html' title='surprise!!!!'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S5mrN6spqnI/AAAAAAAABKc/PIJoDfPt83I/s72-c/IMG_4599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-6020163170308152821</id><published>2010-03-06T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T07:23:46.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>song of the week!</title><content type='html'>song of the week!&lt;br /&gt;fireflight: unbreakable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are the people that accused me?&lt;br /&gt;The ones who beat me down and bruised me&lt;br /&gt;They hide just out of sight, can't face me in the light&lt;br /&gt;They'll return but I'll be stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I want to dream again, take me where I've never been&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go there, this time I'm not scared&lt;br /&gt;Now I am unbreakable, it's unmistakable&lt;br /&gt;No one can touch me, nothing can stop me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's hard to just keep going&lt;br /&gt;But faith is moving without knowing&lt;br /&gt;Can I trust what I can't see to reach my destiny?&lt;br /&gt;I want to take control but I know better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I want to dream again, take me where I've never been&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go there, this time I'm not scared&lt;br /&gt;Now I am unbreakable, it's unmistakable&lt;br /&gt;No one can touch me, nothing can stop me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the fear it's just a crutch&lt;br /&gt;That tries to hold you back&lt;br /&gt;And turn your dreams to dust&lt;br /&gt;All you need to do is just trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I want to dream again, take me where I've never been&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go there, this time I'm not scared&lt;br /&gt;Now I am unbreakable, it's unmistakable&lt;br /&gt;No one can touch me, nothing can stop me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I want to dream again, take me where I've never been&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go there, this time I'm not scared&lt;br /&gt;Now I am unbreakable, it's unmistakable&lt;br /&gt;No one can touch me, nothing can stop me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-6020163170308152821?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/6020163170308152821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=6020163170308152821' title='0 Comments'/><link 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i really liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday sunday&lt;br /&gt;here with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said that You hold the earth and moon&lt;br /&gt;And I know that the morning bows to You&lt;br /&gt;So when the water rushes over me&lt;br /&gt;You'll be there to pull me from the deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that You are&lt;br /&gt;Everything You say You are&lt;br /&gt;I will follow You forever&lt;br /&gt;Even if I'm standing in the fire&lt;br /&gt;I believe, I believe and I have seen&lt;br /&gt;I believe, I believe You're here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said that Your light would chase the dark&lt;br /&gt;Your love for me was written in the scars&lt;br /&gt;So if I'm feeling paralyzed with fear&lt;br /&gt;I know that You'll never leave me stranded here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that You are&lt;br /&gt; Everything You say You are&lt;br /&gt; I will follow You forever&lt;br /&gt; Even if I'm standing in the fire&lt;br /&gt; I believe, I believe and I have seen&lt;br /&gt; I believe, I believe You're here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be where You are&lt;br /&gt;You carried me this far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will follow You forever&lt;br /&gt;  Even if I'm standing in the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that You are&lt;br /&gt;  Everything You say You are&lt;br /&gt;  I will follow You forever&lt;br /&gt;  Even if I'm standing in the fire&lt;br /&gt;  I believe, I believe and I have seen&lt;br /&gt;  I believe, I believe You're here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will follow You forever&lt;br /&gt;   Even if I'm standing in the fire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-5057984182029626854?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/5057984182029626854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-4619370587627469614</id><published>2010-02-20T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T10:57:59.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>song of the week</title><content type='html'>reliant k&lt;br /&gt;failure to excommunicate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the principle&lt;br /&gt;it's the issue that your principal would dismiss you.&lt;br /&gt;Because you don't fit into that all-American Box.&lt;br /&gt;That coffin created for creative thought.&lt;br /&gt;It's disgusting his priorities&lt;br /&gt;And how we're entrusting him with authority.&lt;br /&gt;His gavel's gone down before he looked in your&lt;br /&gt;heart. He finished this race(ism) before he reached the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus loved the outcasts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; He loves the ones the world just loves to hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as long as there's a heaven, there'll be a failure to excommunicate.&lt;br /&gt;The world just keeps you at an arm's length.&lt;br /&gt;Every week you work up the strength to fight the flames that are hurled.&lt;br /&gt;Let your faith shine right through.&lt;br /&gt;You know it's the world&lt;br /&gt;versus Jesus and you. It's disgusting, their priorities.&lt;br /&gt;And how we're entrusting them with&lt;br /&gt;authority.&lt;br /&gt;Their gavel's gone down before they looked in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;They finished this race(ism).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-4619370587627469614?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/4619370587627469614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=4619370587627469614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/4619370587627469614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/4619370587627469614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/02/song-of-week.html' title='song of the week'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-4077974735533653681</id><published>2010-02-16T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T06:26:06.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>faith- religion: a strong belief in a supernatural power or powers that control human destiny;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith is the word i kept hearing in my head as i drove to ft.worth to take makaul to the doctor again.  No other words to go with it, no explanation, nothing. it wasn't you need more faith, or your doing good on faith, nothing. JUST FAITH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the problem is that i have had a pretty rough month and i don't know were to apply this word faith , i don't know what issue or issues to apply it in.  you might have heard me say i feel like one of those kid punching bags that you fill with water, so when you hit it it comes back up. that is how i felt this last month, its like BAM! something happends and i am down, then i get up dust myself off and BAM! again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i must say that this word could have been only for the fact that god new that the medicine i was going to have to get would be very expensive, and god new i would pee my pants after hearing how much it was going to be. Ok i really didn't but, i was shocked. seems strep likes my daughter very much, so much it won't go away. in my heart i know that the word faith is for something else.  Faith is something i am good and bad with.   God has taught me that it might not be pretty going threw it but i will bring you out of it, and for the better, but going threw it is going to hurt a little.  the truth is that in the last month i haven't been hearing god at all, not even threw music, i know he is their, but i just haven't heard him. so to finally here him, and i get FAITH with nothing else, is so much like god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided that maybe satan is mad because for the first time in a long time i made it threw january without becoming depressed. it never fails every january i get depressed. this year i started it off with God, i don't want to get depressed, and i didn't get it. so then came hit 1, hit 2, hit 3 etc.... but somehow( i am guessing god) i keep getting up, i am not saying that i haven't had melt downs, that i havent cried or been sad. i think i have cried more in this last month then i do in a year.  i feel like such a girlie girl right now and i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am left with the question" God what do you want me to do with this word FAITH".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-4077974735533653681?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/4077974735533653681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=4077974735533653681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/4077974735533653681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/4077974735533653681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/02/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-7362217103721428346</id><published>2010-02-11T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T08:44:38.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>saying goodbye is hard.</title><content type='html'>makaul had to say goodbye to her best friend on tuesday.  it was and is very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makaul and Hollie met in kindergarten. they soon became best friends. you could not seperate them if you tried to. makaul and hollie just hit it off and it never ended. i thought in first grade since they weren't in the same class that they might drift apart, nope didn't happen, and second grade, nope it didn't happen.  when they found out that they were in the  same class this year, they were so excited. they have been waiting so long to be in the same class again.   well we found out at christmas time that they were moving 6 hours away, both girls were crushed. it has been an emoitional rollercoaster around both houses since then.  well the dreaded day came and went and now i have a daughter that walks around like a lost puppy.  she is keeping most of her emotions on the inside, but every now and then, lets some out. she has gone from sad, to mad now and she hasn't cried. Hollie hasn't cried either and we are concerned they arent dealing with emotions.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i would put up pictures of the girls. if you see makaul and she is sad, just remind her its just 6 hours and it is not the end of her friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S3QcpyFHVAI/AAAAAAAABIE/asVfWWJ5bDM/s1600-h/Picture+366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S3QcpyFHVAI/AAAAAAAABIE/asVfWWJ5bDM/s200/Picture+366.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437002154286470146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S3QfFHt4u7I/AAAAAAAABIM/cryUT0mY48o/s1600-h/Picture+277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S3QfFHt4u7I/AAAAAAAABIM/cryUT0mY48o/s200/Picture+277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437004822974348210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S3QfaDXuWwI/AAAAAAAABIU/Kt6jT5b7Zbs/s1600-h/Picture+298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S3QfaDXuWwI/AAAAAAAABIU/Kt6jT5b7Zbs/s200/Picture+298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437005182584904450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S3Qhg6S2NgI/AAAAAAAABIc/9WgXOxm0iCM/s1600-h/march+07+205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S3Qhg6S2NgI/AAAAAAAABIc/9WgXOxm0iCM/s200/march+07+205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437007499430868482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S3Qh0u6uewI/AAAAAAAABIk/s_won6_2UK0/s1600-h/march+07+230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S3QvxpcbQWI/AAAAAAAABJ0/sJCSdGv2c9k/s1600-h/IMG_3045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S3QvxpcbQWI/AAAAAAAABJ0/sJCSdGv2c9k/s200/IMG_3045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437023180128207202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S3QyN6O5KiI/AAAAAAAABKE/njATYOzO6kA/s1600-h/IMG_4466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S3QyN6O5KiI/AAAAAAAABKE/njATYOzO6kA/s200/IMG_4466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437025864694442530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S3Qyy-V780I/AAAAAAAABKM/-93_kJhBAyw/s1600-h/IMG_4518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S3Qyy-V780I/AAAAAAAABKM/-93_kJhBAyw/s200/IMG_4518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437026501452886850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first picture is the first day of kindergarten and the last one is hollies last day of school on tuesday.  i am interested to see how this friendship grows inspite of being apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S3Qh0u6uewI/AAAAAAAABIk/s_won6_2UK0/s1600-h/march+07+230.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-7362217103721428346?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/7362217103721428346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=7362217103721428346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/7362217103721428346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/7362217103721428346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/02/saying-goodbye-is-hard.html' title='saying goodbye is hard.'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S3QcpyFHVAI/AAAAAAAABIE/asVfWWJ5bDM/s72-c/Picture+366.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-7555935909990822737</id><published>2010-02-06T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T20:25:40.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tattoo's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S2-RshLzY0I/AAAAAAAABH8/i1-kCINmIF0/s1600-h/IMG_4498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S2-RshLzY0I/AAAAAAAABH8/i1-kCINmIF0/s200/IMG_4498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435723469267624770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up untill yesterday i had three tattoo's, and honestly i can say their is only one i would have liked to change my mind about, the other two, i love and are very special. the story behind them is sad and painful and honestly jason and i haven't told allot of people. i have been thinking about this story for a week now, since yesterday i got a new tattoo. so i think its really time to share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my other tattoo's i got before i was 21, the first one was cute but it totally went in a wrong spot, after having babies, it is all messed up. the last two well thats were my story begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a friend her name was april, she was starting out in doing tattoo's, she said i will give you tattoo's for free, if you let me practice on you,( don't worry someone was always their to fix if she messed up) so i think jason ended up with 3 maybe 4 and i ended up with 2, one of which is not finished. we moved back to granbury and didn't make it back up their, something i regret to this day.  the call came almost a month after i had makaul, April had died in a car wreck in ft.worth, all of the sudden my tattoo's had a new meaning to me. walking into that funeral that day was so hard. i kinda just said no more tattoo's that don't mean anything. and up untill yesterday i didn't have anymore tattoo's. i really thought that i would never get one again, because who could make it not hard to do, i knew if i ever did it would have to be something special, and someone who i knew, someone in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new tattoo has the word outcast in it. to me i have always felt like one, with my friends in school, after high school, and sometimes even now. its not that they treat me like one, its just how i feel.i have always just felt a little different. then i came across a scripture in the bible, and i knew i had my something special,it made me feeling like i do ok, and that i am suppose to feel this way. it was very eye opening.  here is the scripture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john 15:18-20&lt;br /&gt;18"If the world hates you, keep in mind that it hated me first. 19If you belonged to the world, it would love you as its own. As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world. That is why the world hates you. 20Remember the words I spoke to you: 'No servant is greater than his master.'[a] If they persecuted me, they will persecute you also. If they obeyed my teaching, they will obey yours also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the someone special, kj is my brother in law, and well he is awesome, he started doing tattoo's about a year ago. kj is really good at drawing.  so i knew at some point that i would be getting a tattoo from him. first though i had to get over feeling guilty for considering doing this without april. i had to let it go, i did it just took sometime. April loved tattoo's she said it is a art. she is right.&lt;br /&gt;one of my tattoo's isn't finished, but it is now. no one will ever touch it and finish it, its apart of her. i miss her, i miss hanging out with her at the tattoo shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my tattoo last night, with kj, and i love it. it has two meanings, its about my past, and present, and now its about my future cause thats what jesus wanted and he new it would happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-7555935909990822737?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/7555935909990822737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=7555935909990822737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-2867751817605887215</id><published>2010-02-01T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T08:03:07.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>song of the week( late again)</title><content type='html'>this song is about a guy whos friends father killed himself. she moved away right after that, and didnt get to talk to her.its just his thoughts. i know that its not real, but to someone it is real.  it also has a question that i have defiantly been trying to figure out lately. he ask " how are we suppose to do this if everyone we love still lets us down? if your their can you here me now." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her fathers song:&lt;br /&gt;by:fm static&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the rain fall down today,&lt;br /&gt;Watch lightning crash through skies of grey,&lt;br /&gt;Why can't life just be polite, and wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the lights outside your house,&lt;br /&gt;Red lights cut like nothin' else,&lt;br /&gt;The scene of a silent cry for help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are we supposed to do this?&lt;br /&gt;If everyone we love, still lets us down,&lt;br /&gt;If you're there, can you hear me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard I try,&lt;br /&gt;Can't get you out of my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could be there to help you say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold it inside, 'cause what's left can be right,&lt;br /&gt;What's left can be right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the sky go black today,&lt;br /&gt;I felt your tears, and ached your pain,&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to tell how much this changed,&lt;br /&gt;How you see everything&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is pray,&lt;br /&gt;That you don't take the blame,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's not your fault, that it happened this way,&lt;br /&gt;Happened this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are we supposed to do this?&lt;br /&gt;If everyone we love, still lets us down,&lt;br /&gt;If you're there, can you hear me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard I try,&lt;br /&gt;Can't get you out of my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could be there to help you say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold it inside, 'cause what's left can be right,&lt;br /&gt;What's left can be right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-2867751817605887215?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/2867751817605887215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=2867751817605887215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/2867751817605887215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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also by collective soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a word&lt;br /&gt;Give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;Show me where to look&lt;br /&gt;Tell what what will I find (What will I find)&lt;br /&gt;Lay me on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Fly me in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Show me where to look&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what will I find (What will I find)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa,&lt;br /&gt;heaven let your light shine down &lt;i&gt;[x4]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is in the water&lt;br /&gt;Love is in the air&lt;br /&gt;Show me where to go&lt;br /&gt;Tell me will love be there (will love be there)&lt;br /&gt;Teach me how to speak&lt;br /&gt;Teach me how to share&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where to go&lt;br /&gt;Tell me will love be there (will love be there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa,&lt;br /&gt;heaven let your light shine down &lt;i&gt;[x4]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is in the water&lt;br /&gt;Love is in the air&lt;br /&gt;Show me where to go&lt;br /&gt;Tell me will love be there (will love be there)&lt;br /&gt;Teach me how to speak&lt;br /&gt;Teach me how to share&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where to go&lt;br /&gt;Tell me will love be there (will love be there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa,&lt;br /&gt;heaven let your light shine down &lt;i&gt;[x4]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On me&lt;br /&gt;Whoa,&lt;br /&gt;let your light shine down &lt;i&gt;[x4]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it shine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-7993445837247080232?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/7993445837247080232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=7993445837247080232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S1hkPneqkcI/AAAAAAAABHk/DFE1DDisVmA/s1600-h/IMG_4453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S1hkPneqkcI/AAAAAAAABHk/DFE1DDisVmA/s200/IMG_4453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429199570253550018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i just realized that i didn't blog yet about makauls spelling bee...&lt;br /&gt;first i just want to ask a question.  why would they give a huge packet of words to you to study with your kid, if they arent going to use the words? not one word that we worked on for over a month, words that i can't even pronounce, nope they weren't used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makaul did great. she made it threw her practice round. missed the next word. i am way proud of her, cause she was 1 of 3 3rd graders that made it that far.  their was one 2nd grader and the rest was 4th and 5th graders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was way excited because she knew no matter what she would get a metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way to go makaul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S1hkQCT4iZI/AAAAAAAABHs/Bdgz0kazhSs/s1600-h/IMG_4458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S1hkQCT4iZI/AAAAAAAABHs/Bdgz0kazhSs/s200/IMG_4458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429199577456085394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-3277463918941321118?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/3277463918941321118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=3277463918941321118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/3277463918941321118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/3277463918941321118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-just-realized-that-i-didnt-blog-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S1hkPneqkcI/AAAAAAAABHk/DFE1DDisVmA/s72-c/IMG_4453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-7068842249688982846</id><published>2010-01-18T07:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T08:01:30.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>song of the week( a little late)</title><content type='html'>this last weekend i went to see this band, everytime i see them they just get better and better. this song i have fallen in love with. its kinda were i am with god right now. no more pretty words, just being ready for him to use me when he wants to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wedding&lt;br /&gt;say your prayers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at you now just standing there&lt;br /&gt;Like you think you're something&lt;br /&gt;The lights are up&lt;br /&gt;And the crowd is looking your way&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for what you have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead boy,&lt;br /&gt;Give 'em a little taste of hypocrisy&lt;br /&gt;And maybe a hint of blasphemy&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you're preaching, it isn't me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna walk with me?&lt;br /&gt;Do ya? wanna walk with me?&lt;br /&gt;Well if you love me&lt;br /&gt;Then just love me&lt;br /&gt;Don't you give me pretty words&lt;br /&gt;Lay your life down at the altar&lt;br /&gt;Let me see how serious you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people don't look to me no more&lt;br /&gt;They've got their idols in various forms&lt;br /&gt;With lust in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;They crave for more&lt;br /&gt;Take their place with the corporate carnivours&lt;br /&gt;Whoa! keep your focus&lt;br /&gt;Cuz the day will come&lt;br /&gt;When everyone will give account&lt;br /&gt;For what they've done&lt;br /&gt;Make me proud&lt;br /&gt;Make me proud my son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna walk with me?&lt;br /&gt;Do ya? wanna walk with me?&lt;br /&gt;Well if you love me&lt;br /&gt;Then just love me&lt;br /&gt;Don't you give me pretty words&lt;br /&gt;Lay your life down at the altar&lt;br /&gt;Let me see how serious you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this broken world&lt;br /&gt;Look at my children, oh&lt;br /&gt;Look at this broken world&lt;br /&gt;Look at my children, oh&lt;br /&gt;Cuz they're already gone&lt;br /&gt;Sing to me the love song&lt;br /&gt;Look up!&lt;br /&gt;Say your prayers on the steps of the capital&lt;br /&gt;Look up!&lt;br /&gt;Say your prayers on your knees&lt;br /&gt;Look up!&lt;br /&gt;Say your prayers&lt;br /&gt;Oh!&lt;br /&gt;Look up!&lt;br /&gt;Say your prayers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want it to be like you always thought it would&lt;br /&gt;But all you seem to accomplish is the opposite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna walk with me?&lt;br /&gt;Do ya? wanna walk with me?&lt;br /&gt;Well if you love me&lt;br /&gt;Then just love me&lt;br /&gt;Don't you give me pretty words&lt;br /&gt;Lend your life down at the altar&lt;br /&gt;Let me see how serious you are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-8177933377332068635</id><published>2010-01-14T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T13:38:46.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i pod touch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S0-MFpbZvhI/AAAAAAAABHc/mJr0zjTHfqc/s1600-h/IMG_4448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S0-MFpbZvhI/AAAAAAAABHc/mJr0zjTHfqc/s320/IMG_4448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426710104652758546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makaul decided that she wanted to save up and get a ipod nanno, so she did start saving. over Christmas my brother reminded me that since he worked for apple that he could get the i pod touch for the same price as the nanno.  i asked her which one she wanted, and of course she said the ipod touch. so she kept on saving. with Christmas money and birthday money she was able to order it this week. today when she got home their was a nice surprise waiting for her. she was so excited and can't wait for her daddy to upload everything and use it. speaking of daddy he said this morning when it came in, that he is jealous because she has a touch.  does it seem right that she has the best ipod out of all of us in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job makaul saving your money.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/S0-MFcCfb-I/AAAAAAAABHU/89ZmTC4OIqU/s1600-h/IMG_4449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 204px;" 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you&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday dear makaul&lt;br /&gt;happy birhtday to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-7043044450226669306?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/7043044450226669306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=7043044450226669306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/7043044450226669306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/7043044450226669306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/01/song-of-week.html' title='song of the week!'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-1666611760914957676</id><published>2010-01-04T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T16:09:35.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cooking take 1!</title><content type='html'>so for christmas i got a slow cooker, i am not a cook, i dislike it, and well i am just not good at it.&lt;br /&gt;i could go on and on with examples of why i am not good at it. i will only say that i failed cooking class in high school, and i have once maid the smoke detectors go off and i wasn't even cooking in the house i was cooking on the grill. really thats enough to prove my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i decided that once a week i will try to use my slow cooker as i learn how to cook this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;today was the first time.  and as always it started off to a bumpy start. enjoy the story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i started off by realizing the ground meat that i was suppose to brown was frozen, seems i put it in the freezer instead of the fridge. so i microwaved it to thaw it out. Perfect!!! put all the stuff in the slow cooker and started cleaning the house.  about 2 hours into it i realized that the potatoes were burning, hmm.  so i decided to stir it and add some more water to it. then at the end i did the last little part and 5 hours later i had supper ready. well for me and jason, cause it would be way to easy if the kids ate what we did.  i will say it was good, not great, but jason liked it and that is what counts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-1666611760914957676?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/1666611760914957676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=1666611760914957676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/1666611760914957676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/1666611760914957676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/01/cooking-take-1.html' title='cooking take 1!'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-3800759104121726132</id><published>2010-01-02T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T07:42:00.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makauls birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/Sz9orbhjk0I/AAAAAAAABHE/T_gJwViBOnU/s1600-h/IMG_4276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/Sz9orbhjk0I/AAAAAAAABHE/T_gJwViBOnU/s320/IMG_4276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422167571709530946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that she is 9!!! its kinda weirding me out. it sure doesn't seem like 9 years.&lt;br /&gt;this year she got 2 good bags, lots of presents like, wii sing, music, movies etc.   but on top of that she got to go shopping.  every year for my birthday my mom takes me shopping, so i thought maybe she would like it to. so the girls( makaul and harriet) and mom and i went shopping. later jason, papa, bubbaca, and brent joined us for super at cracker barrel. we had alot of fun together.&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday makaul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some facts about makaul!&lt;br /&gt;she is very sweet&lt;br /&gt;she is a rule follower&lt;br /&gt;loves school, i mean the last week has been " when do i go back"&lt;br /&gt;loves loves loves music, listning to it, dancing to it, playing it herself.&lt;br /&gt;she is slowly getting into rap music. should have seen mommy and daddy listning to rap music to get her a cd.&lt;br /&gt;LOVES THE COWBOYS&lt;br /&gt;their is so much more, i could go on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to makaul: happy birthday , you are turning into a very sweet young lady. we are so proud of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-3800759104121726132?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/3800759104121726132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=3800759104121726132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/3800759104121726132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/3800759104121726132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2010/01/makauls-birthday.html' title='Makauls birthday'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/Sz9orbhjk0I/AAAAAAAABHE/T_gJwViBOnU/s72-c/IMG_4276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-5303851397105431140</id><published>2009-12-30T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T09:25:37.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the time brent pet a dog on purpose!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/SzuM6YguU3I/AAAAAAAABG8/M-8uGtT126Y/s1600-h/IMG_4142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/SzuM6YguU3I/AAAAAAAABG8/M-8uGtT126Y/s320/IMG_4142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421081511110529906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awhile back brents allergist told me that brent should be able to be around most dogs.  that i should start letting him pet them, and get use to being around them. their is on type of dog he still can't be around, it is a border collie but other than that we should be able to be around dogs.  Our friend got a great dog that is good for him to get use to, so we tested it out. this dog is about as scared of him as he is of it, its a good combination.  so we tested it, brent finally got the currage to pet her.  to our surprise nothing happend, no swelling of the eyes, no sneezing and he was breathing just fine. it seems his allergist was right and those allergy drops are working. this is a huge thing at our house. oh don't worry our friend lives about 3 min. from the hospital we choose to take them to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-5303851397105431140?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/5303851397105431140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-6565539072035268887</id><published>2009-12-30T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T09:13:55.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas</title><content type='html'>christmas has come and went.  i am already so sad about it being gone. i love christmas, its my favorite holiday.  we have been truly blessed this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far on our christmas break we have done....&lt;br /&gt;our big family get together, which is always fun.&lt;br /&gt;holiday in the park at sixflags, always a favorite.&lt;br /&gt;roller skating, much harder that we are older.&lt;br /&gt;played rock band over and over and over again&lt;br /&gt;played in the snow, everyone but brent.  aparently snow is not good for sensory, we had to bribe him just to get a picture in it.&lt;br /&gt;church on christmas eve, first time in a long time we have done this because usually our family get together is on christmas eve.&lt;br /&gt;saw what santa brought.&lt;br /&gt;got to go to starbucks with my brother&lt;br /&gt;got to see the new alvin movie&lt;br /&gt;got to see a movie with my husband&lt;br /&gt;got to go shopping&lt;br /&gt;am blessed with a wash machine and dryer for free. please pray they work.&lt;br /&gt;and their is so much more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do believe that all kids where satisfied and happy with all they got.&lt;br /&gt;Makaul says her favorite thing is screen shirt printer, and air brush machine.&lt;br /&gt;brent says his favorite thing is everything.&lt;br /&gt;jason got lots of clothes, something he won't buy for himself i got lots of itune cards( yea) and two pairs of converse shoes. i also got a slow cooker, you can pray i don't burn the house down. stay tuned to here how the cooking goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some pics of our christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-3096878723208182345</id><published>2009-12-23T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:32:43.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Belt!</title><content type='html'>Jason, Brent, and I all had our yellow belt test in kenpo kungfu. it was quiet an eventfull test.  i got punched in the glasses on acciddent by my friend, jason got hit in the groin by his friend who is married to my friend.  violent little couple they are. just kidding. it was a accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brent did an amazing job, tested great, and when messed up never gave up, kept fighting.  he knew his stuff, more than he thought he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just so you know we only allow two things per a kid, makaul was told she could do kenpo with us, but she would have to give up dance or guitar/keyboard. that was not a opiton, and has passed on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight we surprised Brent with a real kenpo yellow belt.  he was so excited when we gave it to&lt;br /&gt; him.  &lt;br /&gt;Way to go Brent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/SzLtvux4m3I/AAAAAAAABFs/X8mY624s7Ws/s1600-h/IMG_4129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/SzLtvux4m3I/AAAAAAAABFs/X8mY624s7Ws/s320/IMG_4129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418654705947024242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/SzLtvFpyyiI/AAAAAAAABFk/shrvgjjSrIc/s1600-h/IMG_4128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/SzLtvFpyyiI/AAAAAAAABFk/shrvgjjSrIc/s320/IMG_4128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418654694907234850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-3096878723208182345?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/3096878723208182345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=3096878723208182345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/3096878723208182345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/3096878723208182345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2009/12/yellow-belt.html' title='Yellow Belt!'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/SzLtvux4m3I/AAAAAAAABFs/X8mY624s7Ws/s72-c/IMG_4129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-3351240839800422912</id><published>2009-12-22T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T20:41:06.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>song of the week.</title><content type='html'>this weeks christmas song is a very sweet song, i would say it is one of makauls favorite songs.&lt;br /&gt;his favorite christmas story&lt;br /&gt;by: capital lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He met her up in Delaware in 1937&lt;br /&gt;She was wearing red lipstick to match her pretty dress&lt;br /&gt;December 24th at a quarter till eleven is when he finally gained the courage to ask her to dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the night before Christmas, it was love at first sight&lt;br /&gt;The carolers sang as they danced through the night&lt;br /&gt;She was a small town girl, he was a traveling guy&lt;br /&gt;He never caught her name before they said their goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple years later he was out on the road&lt;br /&gt;Having Christmas dinner in a diner alone&lt;br /&gt;When he saw a young waitress with a gleam in her eye&lt;br /&gt;Her favorite day of the year she showed her spirits were high&lt;br /&gt;She said sir can you shed a little holiday cheer&lt;br /&gt;A simple Christmas story was all she wanted to hear&lt;br /&gt;He looked prepared with a smile as he started to say here's my favorite Christmas story about a girl with no name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said I met her up in Delaware in 1937&lt;br /&gt;She was wearing red lipstick to match her pretty dress&lt;br /&gt;December 24th at a quarter till eleven is when I finally gained the courage to ask her to dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every holiday season as he traveled he'd tell about his Christmas dance partner that he never knew well&lt;br /&gt;He'd share his favorite story with the locals he met&lt;br /&gt;He was called the Christmas story tellin traveling  man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By age 53 he had done settled down&lt;br /&gt;All the neighborhood kids liked to gather around&lt;br /&gt;Just to listen to his stories about his life on the road&lt;br /&gt;All he had now were these children he told&lt;br /&gt;And every Christmas eve they showed up before dark&lt;br /&gt;He'd tell them all the story but they knew it by heart&lt;br /&gt;They could quote it word for word, he always told it the same&lt;br /&gt;It was his favorite Christmas story called the girl with no name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said I met her up in Delaware in 1937&lt;br /&gt;She was wearing red lipstick to match her pretty dress&lt;br /&gt;December 24th at a quarter till eleven is when I finally gained the courage to ask her to dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty years later as he took his last breath&lt;br /&gt;It was on a cold Christmas morning on a hospital bed&lt;br /&gt;The children were grown, he had nobody left&lt;br /&gt;Except the little old nurse who was holding his hand&lt;br /&gt;He said Ma'am can you share a little holiday cheer&lt;br /&gt;A simple Christmas story was all he wanted to hear&lt;br /&gt;But his eyes filled with tears at the words that she spoke&lt;br /&gt;Because his favorite Christmas story was the one that she told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I met him up in Delaware in 1937&lt;br /&gt;Though I never caught his name he was a traveling man&lt;br /&gt;December 24th at a quarter till eleven&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad he got the courage to ask me to dance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-3351240839800422912?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/3351240839800422912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=3351240839800422912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/3351240839800422912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/3351240839800422912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2009/12/song-of-week_22.html' title='song of the week.'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-9101500815228836159</id><published>2009-12-16T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T07:18:42.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>spelling</title><content type='html'>makaul , how do you spell______? this is the question i throw at her all the time, and about 90 percent of the time she knows how to spell it. i don't ask this question because she has a spelling test, i ask because i don't know how to spell the word.  this year when the word list came home, she set the goal to make it to the spelling bee, so that ment studying even during our thanksgiving holiday, and did she by the end of the holiday we wer only missing 6 out of the 75 words.  she had her test at school, and yesterday her teacher stopped me in the hall, to tell me that she did make the spelling bee. she missed only 4 words out of 50.  so we will get a packet of spelling words and again will be practicing during our holiday. she is super excited that she made it to the spelling bee. congradulations makaul!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-9101500815228836159?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/9101500815228836159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=9101500815228836159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/Sybmg-yYyDI/AAAAAAAABFU/jyLKeyKJApA/s1600-h/IMG_3933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415269056244140082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/Sybmg-yYyDI/AAAAAAAABFU/jyLKeyKJApA/s320/IMG_3933.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;miss vickie has been around since i can remember, i took dance from her for a month when i was growing up. dance wasn't my thing but somehow my daughter got some dancing skills. i guess about a year ago miss. vickies mother past away and her name was joy, now our christmas recitales are called christmas joy. we are very blessed to have miss. vickie in our life, she lights up everytime makaul or any other kid walks in the room. it was a great recitale and although makaul wasn't feeling like herself, she did a great job. way to go makaul once again you were rockin the place. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-57085433815337867?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/57085433815337867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=57085433815337867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/57085433815337867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/57085433815337867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-joy.html' title='christmas joy'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/Sybmg-yYyDI/AAAAAAAABFU/jyLKeyKJApA/s72-c/IMG_3933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-7029316791753410400</id><published>2009-12-12T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T06:19:27.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>song of the week.</title><content type='html'>i love this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reliant k&lt;br /&gt;i celebrate the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with this christmas wish is missed&lt;br /&gt;the point i could convey&lt;br /&gt;if only i could find the words to say to let you know how much you've touched my life&lt;br /&gt;because here is were your finding me, in the exact same place is new years eve&lt;br /&gt;and from a lack of my persestency&lt;br /&gt;we're less than half as close as i want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the first time&lt;br /&gt;that you opened your eyes did you realize that you would be my savior&lt;br /&gt;and the first breath that left your lips&lt;br /&gt;did you know that it would change the world forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so this christmas i'll compare the things i felt in prior years&lt;br /&gt;to what this midnight made so clear&lt;br /&gt;that you have come to meet me here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to look back and think that&lt;br /&gt;this baby would one day save me&lt;br /&gt;in the hope that what you did&lt;br /&gt;that you were born so i might live&lt;br /&gt;to look back and think that&lt;br /&gt;this baby would one day save me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the first time that you opened your eyes&lt;br /&gt;did you realize that you would be my savior&lt;br /&gt;and the first breath that left your lips&lt;br /&gt;did you know it would change the world forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i, i celebrate the day&lt;br /&gt;that you were born to die&lt;br /&gt;so i could one day pray for you to save my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-7029316791753410400?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/7029316791753410400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=7029316791753410400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/7029316791753410400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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On thursday we went to see brents allergist and we talked about the fact that a dog got on Brent, and nothing happend. NO break out, NO rush to the hospital, nothing.  so come to find out, brent has been taking allergie drops and in them is dog. these drops help him become immune to the allergie by giving him small amounts of all the allergies he has( except food ones). so it seems that he is becomming immune to dogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talk has been about getting a small dog, naming the dog, taking care of the dog.  I can't stop them talking about it, even though the plan is to have him around dogs more first before we get one. last night at dinner at a restraunt , makaul was namming kinds of dogs she would like. she was trying to say shishu, and what came out was shi_ ! she started laughing and said "i said a bad word". we all just started laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are very excited that brent can start being around dogs, and are ready to retrain both of their minds, that dogs aren't bad, and hope that there fear will go away.&lt;br /&gt;this is one more blessing to thank god on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-6999021392186141127?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/6999021392186141127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=6999021392186141127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/6999021392186141127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/6999021392186141127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-talk-around-our-house.html' title='the new talk around our house.'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-254660848223892697</id><published>2009-12-05T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T07:35:33.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>song of the day!</title><content type='html'>for the month of december i thought i would do christmas songs.  this is one of my favorite songs at christmas time, reminds me what it truly is about.&lt;br /&gt;christmas shoes by: fm static&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost Christmas time, There I stood in another line&lt;br /&gt;Trying to buy the last gift or two, Not really in the Christmas mood.&lt;br /&gt;Standing right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Was a little boy waiting anxiously, Pacing round like little boys do,&lt;br /&gt;And in his hands, were a pair of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;And his clothes were worn and old.&lt;br /&gt;He was dirty from head to toe, And when it came his time to pay,&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt believe what I heard him say.&lt;br /&gt;Sir, I wanna buy these shoes for my momma please.&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size.&lt;br /&gt;Could you hurry, Sir?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy says there's not much time.You see she's been sick for quite a while;&lt;br /&gt;And I know these shoes will make her smile.&lt;br /&gt;And I want her to look beautiful if Momma meets Jesus tonight.&lt;br /&gt;He counted pennies for what seemed like years&lt;br /&gt;Then the cashier said Son there's not enough here.&lt;br /&gt;He searched his pockets so frantically&lt;br /&gt;Then he turned and he looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;He said Momma made Christmas good... At our house&lt;br /&gt;Though most years she just did without.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, Sir, what am I gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I've got to buy these Christmas shoes!&lt;br /&gt;So I laid the money down; I just had to help him out.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget the look on his face&lt;br /&gt;When he said Mommas gonna look so great!&lt;br /&gt;Sir, I wanna buy these shoes for my momma please.&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size.&lt;br /&gt;Could you hurry, Sir?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy says there's not much time.You see she's been sick for quite a while;&lt;br /&gt;And I know these shoes will make her smile.&lt;br /&gt;And I want her to look beautiful if Momma meets Jesus&lt;br /&gt;I knew that I got a glimpse of heavens love&lt;br /&gt;As he thanked me and ran out.&lt;br /&gt;I knew that God had sent that little boy to remind me&lt;br /&gt;What Christmas is all about.&lt;br /&gt;I got a glimpse of heavens love&lt;br /&gt;As he thanked me and ran out.&lt;br /&gt;I knew that God had sent that little boy to remind me&lt;br /&gt;What Christmas is all about.&lt;br /&gt;Sir, I wanna buy these shoes for my momma please.&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size.&lt;br /&gt;Could you hurry, Sir?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy says there's not much time.&lt;br /&gt;You see, she's been sick for quite a while; And I know these shoes will make her smile.&lt;br /&gt;And I want her to look beautiful if Momma meets Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Wanna buy these shoes for my momma please.&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size.&lt;br /&gt;Could you hurry, Sir?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy says there's not much time.&lt;br /&gt;You see, she's been sick for quite a while; And I know these shoes will make her smile.&lt;br /&gt;And I want her to look beautiful if Momma meets Jesus tonight.&lt;br /&gt; Momma meets Jesus tonight&lt;br /&gt; Momma meets Jesus tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-7119913036226907671</id><published>2009-12-02T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T15:07:32.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to get the christmas spirit going.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the day after thanksgiving , while others where shoping we all went to the gaylord to the ice show. this is our third year to go, we love it so much. it is really pretty and amazing that it is all ice. the kids all love it, and although its like 8 degrees's in their, it is a great thing to do to get in the christmas spirit. this year it is how the grinch stold christmas. its a   little pricy but well worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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knows the band, and they told the band that we used their song, word got back to us that they were thrilled and couldn't beleieve that someone would use one of their songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jets to brazil&lt;br /&gt;sweet avenue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tasting you in rain I walk down to the train&lt;br /&gt;try not to look down&lt;br /&gt;this day could some day be an anniversary&lt;br /&gt;everything is light and sound&lt;br /&gt;facing forwards going slowly wait for you to show me&lt;br /&gt;where this train wants to go&lt;br /&gt;living by the hour I stop for every flower&lt;br /&gt;everything is soft and slow&lt;br /&gt;now all these tastes improve through the view that comes with you&lt;br /&gt;like they handed me my life&lt;br /&gt;for the first time it felt right&lt;br /&gt;thank you for making me see there's a life in me&lt;br /&gt;it was dying to get out&lt;br /&gt;holding you we make two spoons beneath an April moon&lt;br /&gt;everything is soft and sweet&lt;br /&gt;this cigarette it could seducea nation with its smoke&lt;br /&gt;crawling down my tired throat&lt;br /&gt;scratches part of me that's purring&lt;br /&gt;softly stirring&lt;br /&gt;I'm a captain of industry smoking famously&lt;br /&gt;feet up on the windowsill&lt;br /&gt;look at all these trees I feel affinity witheverything so soft and still&lt;br /&gt;budding at my fingertips&lt;br /&gt;touching you I start to bloom&lt;br /&gt;alive with trains and passing ships&lt;br /&gt;soft and sweet along your lips now&lt;br /&gt;I go oh wow&lt;br /&gt;thank you for taking me from my monastery&lt;br /&gt;I was dying to get out&lt;br /&gt;with tears of gratitude&lt;br /&gt;I like my latitude&lt;br /&gt;cross town train to you&lt;br /&gt;now all these tastes improve&lt;br /&gt;through the view that comes with you&lt;br /&gt;like they handed me my life for the first time it felt worth it&lt;br /&gt;like I deserved it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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niece would ask us a bunch of "if" questions.  then came time to say goodby to my brother and harriet so we could go to the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the show!! when we got their, we went in which was kinda outside to, and all these memories came flooding back to me. aparently the last time i saw the get up kids was at the same place. how crazy is that.  i remember it like it was yesterday, i remember where i stood, who was with me, and i remember what the get up kids said. i also remember that i was young, the band was young, and standing for 4 hours didn't cause leg cramps in the middle of the night. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jason and i didn't care for the other bands, but we knew if we walked away that we would loose our place, so we stayed. i will say for about 10 min. it was like i had to adjust to being their,but it slowly went away, things i forgot: someone tries to get infront of you and they will , you make it hard for them. you litterly stand shoulder to shoulder and as close to the person in front of you without touching them or someone will push threw you and get right in front of you, most of the time its tall people and you no longer can see the band. as soon as someone leaves that is infront of you scoot up fast or someone else will get their. more about the show....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they finally came on, it was exciting, they played alot of songs, they are very very good live.  they played all my favorite ones, which is always a plus.  jason and i talked alot about our past, our future and how to mix the two. we talked about if the guys would freak out if jason came back with all his piercings and full sleave tattoo's, then it was which one of the guys would freak out the most. ha! we decided joey would. we talked about pulling funny jokes to scare them while we were their. we talked about how our life has changed so much but that a part of this will always feel like home to us. i feel more at home with these people from the show( and i don't even know them)  then i do in a church. i love jesus with all my heart, but sometimes people judge to much. there it doesn't matter, you don't have to prove yourself.  there it doesn't matter if you look or feel different because most everyone their does look or feel different. i love my life now, don't get me wrong i wouldn't change it for anything but sometimes i think i stay away from that part of me to much. i feel very strongly that christians are suppose to have christian friends, and i have the best of the best, but i believe( and god has been laying this on my heart for some time now) that we also need to have friends that don't believe, we are suppose to be like jesus , that is  what we are suppose to strive for, well jesus went to non believers, he didn't expect them to come to him. he had his bounderies and i believe his goal was for others to see god threw him, to teach them about god, to love them, to see them threw gods eyes. i love my past , i am not ashamed of it. i love my life now, and i am not ashamed of it either. i feel like god is really working on something big for me and in me, so we will see where this is all going.&lt;br /&gt;i am thankful to see the band again, to go down memory lane, but also to be where i am now.  i am thanful god made me the way i am, that he let me into the punk world so that their would be a place for them in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-3095253293645131085?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/3095253293645131085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=3095253293645131085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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do that much. but i was blogging about going to see a band, and felt the need to write about this, so bare with me. i mean alot of the time if you look at the song of the week you can see where i am at. music is very uniqie for me. i here god in it, theirs not one day that i don't get something out of it, it is a tool god uses to speak to me. now some of you are probably like yeah me to, but i get nothing out of worship music, and i have really tried, i have seen my friends close their eyes, raise their hands, cry, so i try those things, and a big fat nothing comes out. i get nothing! but put on a song by reliant k, or thousand foot krutch, or fm static, (really i could keep going.) and i fall to the ground in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel like um god can you make me half way normal at least, i mean the things that are my passion, the things i think god is calling me to be and do, don't fit the normal christian person. i seriously go into a book store , the christian section, and try to find the books, that have people with tattoo's and piercings, or are out of the box when it comes to the christian idea.&lt;br /&gt;i found this book and i havent read much but he basicly to some words that i have never been able to express and said it.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spend my days speaking and preaching about god to all types of people, including kids who don't feel accepted. everyday my friends and i try to pioneer a new type of ministry. One that reaches out to punk rockers and those who have been labled generation x'rs.  my generation has gotten lost. we watched our heroes change, our music changed, we saw kurt cobain take his life. we witnessed the columbine shootings. &lt;strong&gt;we have tattoo's, piercings and we listen to music others find bizarre. we feel different and we act different. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jay bakker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i want: i want a venue for bands to come play, i want to see people accept these so called heithens, bad kids, punks, as someone god created. why ? i am and was that kid. i have tattoo's i had piercings, i want more tattoo's. music speaks to me in a way that no one will ever get, but god. just because we look different, are inked up, listen to music most would freak out about, doesn't mean we don't need the chance from people. i feel god has called me to help out these kids that where and are like me. people just assume that they are bad, but you know what i got two friends that looking at them would scare some off, but if you look past that and get to know them they are great people. i saw one the other night, and he was buying cans of veg. for his daughters class, his words to me where, their trying to do a good thing, i thought i would help out. the other friend, is searching and has always been a great guy. but because he is different people judge. and everytime that happends he turns one step farther away from knowing god. instead of helping these guys learn about jesus, people push them further away. i hope one day threw me they can see jesus, that when my really close christian friends meet them and i hope they do, that they will look at them as they look at me, and maybe for the first time, show them who christ is without judging them, something my two friends are not use to.&lt;br /&gt;you just got a huge glance of my heart, and  i have no idea where this is comming from or why it all came out but i think this is one post i wont delete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-7612810305147876428?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/7612810305147876428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=7612810305147876428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/7612810305147876428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/7612810305147876428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-battle.html' title='a new battle.'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-5819723583057542559</id><published>2009-11-18T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T06:26:10.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the get up kids part 2</title><content type='html'>a while back i posted that i had found out that the get up kids were going on tour and that i would be going to the show in austin.  well today is that day! i can't believe that its finally here. i didn't post a song of the week, and although done on accident, i decided that i would put one of their songs on here today, and i will in a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preperation for the get up kids looks like this( and yes their is preperation).&lt;br /&gt;1. charge ipod so we can listen to the get up kids all day before the show.( some of you might be laughing but i kid you not my friend who went last night in houston text and told me she forgot her cd's to listen to. it puts a damper on things.)&lt;br /&gt;2. listen to nothing but the get up kids all day long. yes, i will be doing this, infact let me go put them on right now.&lt;br /&gt;aww much better.&lt;br /&gt;3. last decide what i want to buy when i am their. such a hard decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will post pics sometime tomorrow and tell you all about it. i do need to say that this is not a christian band, so don't go buying it thinking it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get up kids&lt;br /&gt;mass pike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when I wander home&lt;br /&gt;If I'll be fit to drink alone.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep with my memories, Pictures, apologies.&lt;br /&gt;For every minute yesterday, Regret reminds me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;If I remember anything, I'll make mistakes again.&lt;br /&gt;Last night on the Mass Pike, Thought I was losing you.&lt;br /&gt;Last night on the Mass Pike, I fell in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;I will declare a holiday, The night that she turned me away.&lt;br /&gt;I'm drowning in my miseries&lt;br /&gt;It solves everything.&lt;br /&gt;Last night on the Mass Pike, Thought I was losing you.&lt;br /&gt;Last night on the Mass Pike, I fell in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;With you.&lt;br /&gt;Last night on the Mass Pike, Thought I was losing you.&lt;br /&gt;Last night on the Mass Pike, I fell in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;Last night on the Mass Pike, Thought I was losing you.&lt;br /&gt;Last night on the Mass Pike, I fell in love with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-5819723583057542559?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-4838008082414593917</id><published>2009-11-15T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T05:12:50.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>makaul the cowboy fan</title><content type='html'>Makaus has always enjoyed watching football with papa. she used to always ask who are we going for papa? as she has gotten older she still really likes to watch football. this year football has become a bigger part of her life. she has become quite the little football fan. first came watching her cousin keiths football game, to watching the aggies with some of our friends, of course watching the cowboys. this last friday we had an amazing oppertunity, her cousins keith team made it to the by district game and they got to play at the new cowboy stadium. so of course we would be going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so off we went, but as a little extra treat makaul and my aunt janice( who is a crazy dallas cowboys fan) got to see the cowboy stadium together for the first time. it was quiet an event watching the two of them. we had alot of fun, seeing family and cheering for keith who was getting a once in a life time opertunity. even his dad got a once in a lifetime opertunity, he got to watch the game on the field.&lt;br /&gt;enjoy some pictures of our night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/SwBNeV7bsrI/AAAAAAAABCk/SPJCMp1Ogk0/s1600-h/IMG_3663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404404736522433202" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/SwBNeV7bsrI/AAAAAAAABCk/SPJCMp1Ogk0/s200/IMG_3663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/SwBNerWUK2I/AAAAAAAABCs/PUwkb-XJKNA/s1600-h/IMG_3668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404404742272330594" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" 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style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/SwBNftOtZkI/AAAAAAAABDE/fgsVb9Mi7OY/s200/IMG_3674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/SwBQHutgwUI/AAAAAAAABDM/YnAnY1a1MBg/s1600-h/IMG_3667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404407646572822850" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/SwBQHutgwUI/AAAAAAAABDM/YnAnY1a1MBg/s200/IMG_3667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/SwBQH9HNn9I/AAAAAAAABDU/I_FUKlqPaEU/s1600-h/IMG_3678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404407650438717394" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/SwBQH9HNn9I/AAAAAAAABDU/I_FUKlqPaEU/s200/IMG_3678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/SwBQIGIIyjI/AAAAAAAABDc/wNSHjDQt8s4/s1600-h/IMG_3680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404407652858513970" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/SwBQIGIIyjI/AAAAAAAABDc/wNSHjDQt8s4/s200/IMG_3680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/SwBQIZKZSqI/AAAAAAAABDk/VSxWjaBaDJM/s1600-h/IMG_3681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404407657968257698" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/SwBQIZKZSqI/AAAAAAAABDk/VSxWjaBaDJM/s200/IMG_3681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/SwBQIkRedBI/AAAAAAAABDs/YQ-TiFyAEsI/s1600-h/IMG_3682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404407660950746130" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/SwBQIkRedBI/AAAAAAAABDs/YQ-TiFyAEsI/s200/IMG_3682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/SwBTizF4bQI/AAAAAAAABD0/r8RziYOUM-g/s1600-h/IMG_3683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404411410140130562" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/SwBTizF4bQI/AAAAAAAABD0/r8RziYOUM-g/s200/IMG_3683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/SwBTjB8R8NI/AAAAAAAABD8/oI0qXrBQvt8/s1600-h/IMG_3685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404411414126391506" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/SwBTjB8R8NI/AAAAAAAABD8/oI0qXrBQvt8/s200/IMG_3685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/SwBTjlWjJ6I/AAAAAAAABEE/uV3AxlCxbk0/s1600-h/IMG_3687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404411423631812514" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3129989619016471842-4838008082414593917?l=barbaree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/feeds/4838008082414593917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3129989619016471842&amp;postID=4838008082414593917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/4838008082414593917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3129989619016471842/posts/default/4838008082414593917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbaree.blogspot.com/2009/11/makaul-cowboy-fan.html' title='makaul the cowboy fan'/><author><name>the barbaree's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01891739808998964152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/SwBNeV7bsrI/AAAAAAAABCk/SPJCMp1Ogk0/s72-c/IMG_3663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-6525024092736262842</id><published>2009-11-07T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T13:47:22.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>song of the week.</title><content type='html'>this week their is a toss up on two songs. one is where i have been for awhile now and the other is what i am trying to do. so i chose the one i am trying to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move&lt;br /&gt;by :thousand foot krutch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, listen to my voice&lt;br /&gt;If you're making the choice&lt;br /&gt;Tell me all the girls and the boys&lt;br /&gt;Either scream or rejoice&lt;br /&gt;Let's make that noise&lt;br /&gt;Either move or we will all be destroyed&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Move and show me what you can do&lt;br /&gt;When you step into the circle and shake like we do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Move when you just can't take it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And move if you just feel like breaking it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;Stop, look, listen to my voice,&lt;br /&gt;It was never my choice to feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;This is my home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back up , you don't know if you've never been here,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You've never been to the place inside, I face my fears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It takes everything I am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;br /&gt;If you come near me, stop, look, listen to my voice&lt;br /&gt;If you're making the choice tell all the girls and the boys&lt;br /&gt;Either scream or rejoice&lt;br /&gt;Let's make that noise&lt;br /&gt;Either move or we will all be destroyed&lt;br /&gt;Back up and let go if you've never been here,You've never been to the place inside,&lt;br /&gt;I face my fears,It takes everything I am&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I come crashing to the floor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I know there must be more like me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've seen this all before, I can't carry this anymore, break free&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breath, and leave until the storm is over'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause underneath, there's a diamond passing over&lt;br /&gt;So breath, let's leave until the storm is over,&lt;br /&gt;Because I want to take you away&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3129989619016471842.post-6120591813693164653</id><published>2009-11-03T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T04:32:01.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/SvAiGvUDn4I/AAAAAAAABCQ/XxaAlzvusXY/s1600-h/IMG_3501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399853452392374146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/SvAiGvUDn4I/AAAAAAAABCQ/XxaAlzvusXY/s200/IMG_3501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this year Halloween was overrated, or that's what Brent thought. he enjoyed going to the school, dressed up for the TAKS night, he even enjoyed the trick or treating at the stores, but on Halloween going house to house, not so much. first we saw dogs, then people dressed up scary, and last his feet started hurting. so Nanna, Brent and i all went back to the car, and Makaul and daddy finished trick or treating. he did start glowing though. his glow stick broke and was all over him, it was green, he was green lantern, He thought it was cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/SvAipFKdS3I/AAAAAAAABCY/38PgZz5F8Kc/s1600-h/IMG_3500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399854042373245810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnarTM7jjac/SvAipFKdS3I/AAAAAAAABCY/38PgZz5F8Kc/s200/IMG_3500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makaul loved Halloween, i am not sure that their is anything that girl doesn't like. this year she wanted to be a mad scientist, and she wanted blood on her. after some hard persuading on my part we choose to have lots of colors on the shirt, to look like her experiment blew up on her. super cute. she just looked so cute. 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