<?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-8244014390250492003</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:14:20.841-08:00</updated><category term='new'/><category term='first'/><category term='excited'/><title type='text'>Be Careful! I Mae Breakall!</title><subtitle type='html'>Sharing Thrills and Spills as I Step Toward Greatness!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maebreakall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8244014390250492003/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maebreakall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01532524234280810790</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244014390250492003.post-5325482833148085362</id><published>2011-03-24T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T08:51:15.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Newsboys Song!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="Sprout_swBf32bwNAPRKN_C_div"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://farm.sproutbuilder.com/load/swBf32bwNAPRKN_C.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;a href="http://seed.sproutbuilder.com/swBf32bwNAPRKN_C"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm.sproutbuilder.com/load/swBf32bwNAPRKN_C.png" border="0" width="420" height="500" alt="Click to activate" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8244014390250492003-5325482833148085362?l=maebreakall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maebreakall.blogspot.com/feeds/5325482833148085362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8244014390250492003&amp;postID=5325482833148085362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8244014390250492003/posts/default/5325482833148085362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8244014390250492003/posts/default/5325482833148085362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maebreakall.blogspot.com/2011/03/free-newsboys-song.html' title='Free Newsboys Song!'/><author><name>Maebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01532524234280810790</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-8244014390250492003.post-841443618589691885</id><published>2011-03-21T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T11:50:21.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best of Winter Jam pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KvOBFfBHStE/TYebKV9wrXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/yNDo10uKn0s/s1600/newsboys13.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, so these are my favorite out of the 100 or so pics i took last night- if you wanna see the rest of the top tier, head on over to my &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/mbreakall"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt; page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_tgcadi9xE/TYebKGjaabI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d1jKh22HbfI/s1600/newsboys9.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RQgBckcoASs/TYebJit8OUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fq9SEUycjV4/s1600/Jason%2BCastro%2BMae.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RQgBckcoASs/TYebJit8OUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fq9SEUycjV4/s320/Jason%2BCastro%2BMae.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586604451017013570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself and Jason Castro- you might know him from American Idol. incredibly talented and incredibly sweet and doing great things for the Kingdom. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lqtPIdJfuRY/TYeadWGKzcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HKjPHCX7nEQ/s1600/mae%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lqtPIdJfuRY/TYeadWGKzcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HKjPHCX7nEQ/s320/mae%2B1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586603691714727362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me outside the arena, waiting to get in- this is the first pic where i can see my weight loss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eEziiDb3lOI/TYeadB8Rx1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/UIScRQZdZxo/s1600/newsboys%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JdEFvpzAei8/TYeacqt0zsI/AAAAAAAAAEc/d5MP6gDDfgY/s1600/squizzspeak1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JdEFvpzAei8/TYeacqt0zsI/AAAAAAAAAEc/d5MP6gDDfgY/s320/squizzspeak1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586603680069897922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duncan Phillips workin the crowd like only he can. SO much energy and joy in that guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jw4rW_DOjfE/TYeacf4E7SI/AAAAAAAAAEU/gE8clo6NmXs/s1600/chris%2Baugust.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jw4rW_DOjfE/TYeacf4E7SI/AAAAAAAAAEU/gE8clo6NmXs/s320/chris%2Baugust.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586603677160107298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dove award nominated Chris August came out to mingle with us while we were in line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XGVAyGpYhD0/TYeacEfYKqI/AAAAAAAAAEM/z3ncxat9IL0/s1600/Squizzmae%2Borig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XGVAyGpYhD0/TYeacEfYKqI/AAAAAAAAAEM/z3ncxat9IL0/s320/Squizzmae%2Borig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586603669808753314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Duncan and I- Squizz gives the best hugs- not those limp half hugs but full warm bear hugs that let you know he loves you for real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KvOBFfBHStE/TYebKV9wrXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/yNDo10uKn0s/s1600/newsboys13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KvOBFfBHStE/TYebKV9wrXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/yNDo10uKn0s/s320/newsboys13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586604464773574002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Newsboys Show #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eEziiDb3lOI/TYeadB8Rx1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/UIScRQZdZxo/s1600/newsboys%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eEziiDb3lOI/TYeadB8Rx1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/UIScRQZdZxo/s320/newsboys%2B1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586603686304532306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Newsboys Show #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_tgcadi9xE/TYebKGjaabI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d1jKh22HbfI/s1600/newsboys9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_tgcadi9xE/TYebKGjaabI/AAAAAAAAAE8/d1jKh22HbfI/s320/newsboys9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586604460636531122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Newsboys Show #3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KvOBFfBHStE/TYebKV9wrXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/yNDo10uKn0s/s1600/newsboys13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KvOBFfBHStE/TYebKV9wrXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/yNDo10uKn0s/s320/newsboys13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586604464773574002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Newsboys Show #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8244014390250492003-841443618589691885?l=maebreakall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maebreakall.blogspot.com/feeds/841443618589691885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8244014390250492003&amp;postID=841443618589691885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8244014390250492003/posts/default/841443618589691885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8244014390250492003/posts/default/841443618589691885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maebreakall.blogspot.com/2011/03/best-of-winter-jam-pics.html' title='Best of Winter Jam pics'/><author><name>Maebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01532524234280810790</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/-RQgBckcoASs/TYebJit8OUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fq9SEUycjV4/s72-c/Jason%2BCastro%2BMae.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244014390250492003.post-3298556640516246608</id><published>2011-03-21T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T08:09:58.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Jam 2011</title><content type='html'>WOW. amazing day yesterday. it started with a fantastic fifth anniversary celebration service at church, and continues with Winter Jam 2011, which was, without exaggeration one of the best experiences of my life- even better than last year, which i thought would be hard to beat. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start by explaining something to the few of you reading this who may not know. Newsboys is my favorite band, but saying that doesn't go far enough. i was about 10 the first time i heard their music, and 12 when i REALLY started listening to them. i also accepted Christ that same summer, and i don't think it's really any coincidence that from that point on they have been the single greatest influence and source of encouragement for my faith walk. I've known and love lots of great Christ followers in the past 16 years, but consistently this band and its music has been SO integral to my growth and strength. their albums have come out in perfect timing, providing a lyrical match for what is going on in my life in ways that blow my mind. i've seen them in concert over a dozen times, and every time it renews me. there have been lineup changes, but the message and the music has never ceased to grab me at my core. in addition to the music, these men have shown themselves to be the real deal in countless ways. who they are as men of God is something that has made me feel a bond with them that kinda surpasses fandom. Oh, i'm a huge fan, but it;s more than that. it sounds silly maybe, but i love and pray for these guys like they are family- because, in christ, they are- and i know God is using them in so many lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year i got to meet newsboys for the first time as an adult, and HO BOY was i giddy (imagine meeting your personal hero and your favorite celebrity of all time- now imagine they are one person- that;s waht this was for me). it was still a great experience though and all 4 guys were very patient and Jody and Duncan in particular were super sweet to me. This year, i was determined not to act a fool and jsut enjoy whatever moments i got to talk to these men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that all established, let's rewind to when we got to Va Beach....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at my parents' house to pick up my sister Melissa, her boyfriend Jeff, and BFF Abby, almost exactly when we hoped to, and were out the door very quickly and efficiently. WIN! When  we got downtown, Scott dropped us all off to go get in line, while he parked. there were no real lines yet, so we just plopped down as close to the barriers where the lines *would* be as we could. it was only about 2:30 when we got there, so we had a solid 2 hour wait till the doors would open. This was the first time Scott and i had met Jeff, and we both took an instant liking to him, and i have to say, seeing my beloved and precious sister so happy just filled me with joy. Plus, the kid was incredibly patient with my hyperactive newsboys prattle. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sidewalkpropets.com"&gt;Sidewalk Prophets&lt;/a&gt;  and &lt;a href="http://www.chrisaugustmusic.com"&gt;Chris August&lt;/a&gt; came out around 4 to mingle with the fans, and i i met the former and got pics with the latter. at 4:30, they let us in, and we grabbed seats that turned out to give us an absolutely perfect view of everything. WIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show started at 5, with &lt;a href="http://www.jasoncastromusic.com/"&gt;Jason Castro&lt;/a&gt;, of American Idol fame. his set was shot and sweet, and i enjoyed it. i love this guy on Idol, and i was so excited to see him in this setting.  immediately after Jason finished, they called for the youth ministry folks to come to the meeting. this was my chance to give Duncan the hat i had crocheted him as a birthday gift, and i was really excited. at the beginning of the meeting, Tony Nolan spoke,  then Jason Castro came in and thanked us for what we do, and was jsut a really sweet guy. when he finished, he sweetly took a picture with me and gave me a hug. :-) Next was Jon Micah from Kutless, who seemed SO accessible and again thankful for what we do. hearing that from these artists, means a lot. i got a pic with him too. David Crowder came in and  shared similar stuff and again i was humbled- i am soooo thankful for these guys and their ministries, and it is so cool to hear that they are thankful for me too! Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duncan slipped in the door i was (convieniently) standing by- All sunglasses, smiles, and joyful energy. i touched him on the arm and whispered "Duncan!" he turned, threw his arms around me and whisper shouted! "Hey Mae!!! How ARE you, Sweetheart? SOOOOOO good to SEE you!!! Look at YOU!" i told him my shirt had come just in time and he was thrilled, and then i gave him the hat. HE LOVED IT! He laughed at the mohawk, was touched that i;d made it for him, and hugged me another 3-4 times before jumping on the lil stage to talk to the group. i video'd his hilarious and charismatic speeh- then he got off stage, posed for pics with me, "Oh yes! we Have to do this!" after seeing the pic "OH! THAT is MONEY! Look at us!!!" Hugged me super close again, and was off! It was probably less than 2 minutes of contact with him but that man showed me so much love in that time- and THAT is why i love him and his band. i listnened, swathed in a pink glow of contentment and excitement to the rest of the meeting, and then fushed back to my seat to enjoy the concert. i had missed part of Red, which was a bummer, but when i told Scott how it had gone with Duncan, he hugged me tight cuz he knew how much it all meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.redmusiconline.com"&gt;Red&lt;/a&gt; was great. &lt;a href="www.kj52.com"&gt;KJ 52&lt;/a&gt; was the emcee for the night, and all his interludes were fantastic. I think newsong was up next, and tough they are not my favorite, i think they put on an very enrgetic show. &lt;a href="www.tonynolan.org"&gt;Tony Nolan&lt;/a&gt; spoke, and then &lt;a href="www.francescamusic.com"&gt;Francesca Battisteli&lt;/a&gt; took her turn. i REALLY enjoyed her. Next was &lt;a href="http://www.davidcrowderband.com/"&gt;David Crowder Band&lt;/a&gt;. i think this tied with the next act for my second favorite of the night. there was an talk about sponsoring children, then an intermission. After intermission was &lt;a href="www.kutless.com"&gt;Kutless&lt;/a&gt;. this set, like Crowder's was absolutely perfect. Just wonderful. then- FINALLY it was time for my &lt;a href="www.newsboys.com"&gt;Newsboys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This set was everything i'd hoped and waited for. they sang almost all songs from the new album, and their entrance was to die for. These guys have always been known for their stage shows, and  the current one has kicked it up soooo many notches! i'll probably be posting video in the coming days, but here is a teaser- straight from the lips of Duncan: "at one point, the whole band will be flying around the arena!"&lt;br /&gt;The MOMENT they left the stage, i booked it over to get in line for autographs. i was fairly close to the beginning of the line, which was good, cuz we had to get some rest before an early start to get home today. When i got up to the table, i saw Jeff Frankenstein (yup, real name) yawning. i realized yet again how worn out these guys must get on the road. i said "aww, Jeff, you look, so tired!" he said "really? thanks...i guess i am a little tired..." (i hope i didn't irritate him, i was jsut tryin to be sympathetic...) then i moved on to Duncan, who, when he saw me said "Awww.... here coumes Trouble!!!", Grabbed my hand in both his, said "How was it, Darling?", to which i responded "AMAZING- as ALWAYS!"  and he grinned at me and said "Good, thank you SO much for coming out, and have a GREAT night, okay?"  before moving on to the girls behind me.  Now- came something else i was excited for- i had brought Jody Davis' solo album with me, and i was thrilled to put it in front of the soft spoken and incredibly kind guitarrist. he was really happy to see it, and elbowed Michael Tait next to him to show him. Michael kinda teased him a little, and i reminded them that a similar moment had played out last year when i mentioned having the album. Michael muttered something about "shoulda brought my album too!" what i didnt notice, was that as i was chatting with Jody, michael SIGNED the album-  when i looked down to pick up both  CDs, i said "Michael Tait! you signed Jody's CD!!!!" to which he responded with a shrug "I dont mind!"  Jody turned his head and gaped at him. i didnt wanna be a hog, so i said "i love you guys, thanks SO much! goodnight!" to which they all responded "Night!"  Yeah... i love my Newsboys... and i'm thinking next time i'll take Michael's solo album for him to sign- and get Jody to sign that too. jsut to make it fair. ;-)we got to hang out with my mom a little while when we got back, wich was good. amazingly i was able to sleep after all that somehow, and we woke early to get home at 8:30 this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be posted SOON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8244014390250492003-3298556640516246608?l=maebreakall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maebreakall.blogspot.com/feeds/3298556640516246608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8244014390250492003&amp;postID=3298556640516246608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8244014390250492003/posts/default/3298556640516246608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8244014390250492003/posts/default/3298556640516246608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maebreakall.blogspot.com/2011/03/winter-jam-2011.html' title='Winter Jam 2011'/><author><name>Maebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01532524234280810790</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-8244014390250492003.post-1459511132040541261</id><published>2011-02-12T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T11:15:19.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I am a Twi-hard</title><content type='html'>Ok, so people ask me and tease me all the time about liking Twilight. i always respond that my reasons for liking the series are not the typical. Finally, i'm going to attempt to explain myself. first, let me share some conclusions i've come to about why most Twilight fans are fans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind there are 2 categories: 1: the preteen/teenage fan (and a few women my age that share this reasoning too) who loves the fairy tale and dreams of this flawless, perfect, and for most, unattainable love that comes so young for Bella. They hope that the fantasy can come true for them.Pluss there are pretty boys to look at. 2: the Twi-moms-( if you are one, please don't be offended by my generalization- this is just what i have observed) who love it because they are at a point in their lives where reality is very very real and in many cases, far from a fairy tale romantically. for them, Twilight is an escape back into the fantasy of love they dreamed of when they were young. Plus, there are pretty boys to look at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that in many cases entertainment is what we bring to it. i'll get into what i bring to it in a minute, but first, let me illustrate what i mean- and you can sontrast the following view with my own. i have a friend who has some major issues with wilight because of her own life experience and relational past. she was in an abusive controlling relationship, so the actions that i see in Edward as protective and caring, if slightly paranoid at times, she sees as darker- manipulative and controlling. she has been treated this way by someone who was just awful to her, so that's what she gets out of it and i understand that. but it's her opinion, just like the following is mine, based on my relational experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so i tell people i like Twilight because it bears many many similarities to my own story of young love and marriage. they often respond with an eyeroll and one of 2 questions: "oh, so Scott is a Vampire?" or "Oh, does Scott Sparkle?" and i get exasperated. no, he is not a Vampire, he does not sparkle, no my guy best friend when i was young was not a werewolf, my life has never been in danger from other people like scott... yadda yadda. but here are some notes i took off the top of my head this morning to illustrate what i mean:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight&lt;br /&gt;-physical similarity to Bella&lt;br /&gt;-age similarity&lt;br /&gt;-clumsy&lt;br /&gt;-new girl in town&lt;br /&gt;-not great relationship when we first met-but strangely drawn to him-roller coaster friendship phase- never sure he even liked me much till ge told me he loved me.&lt;br /&gt;-he is frustrated by my clumsiness&lt;br /&gt;-my dad is like Charlie-not super expressive but protective and loves me to bits- was never entirely sure of what to make of us&lt;br /&gt;-his family larger and very different from mine, but very accepting, loving, embracing-I fit right in.&lt;br /&gt;-he is a musician.wrote me a song on piano&lt;br /&gt;-met a guy around the same time who I became close friends with-who was also a possible romantic interest who "made sense" for me, but I just didn't feel as strongly about him.&lt;br /&gt;-Bella and I love the same books-particularly Austen.&lt;br /&gt;-Scott and my physical relationship very similar-intense but chaste and abstinent&lt;br /&gt;-he's always made me feel I'm the only woman he notices.&lt;br /&gt;-I've never understood why he loves me-he feels so above me, and it boggles my mind he'd want me. In the beginning this made me constantly think he'd get tired of me, or wake up and realize he was too good for me.&lt;br /&gt;-Debussy-particularly Clair de lune.&lt;br /&gt;-he likes hiking. I'm far too clumsy.&lt;br /&gt;-we went to prom together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New moon-&lt;br /&gt;-it was Scott's family that threw my 18th Bday party.&lt;br /&gt;- Scott broke up with me at one point "for my own Good" I was a disaster the entire time we were broken up. Just as bad as Bella. Truly.   During this time, my best guy friend was my rock- I knew he had feelings for me, but I only wanted Scott back. Fortunately, unlike Jacob, my friend respected this. When Scott and I got back together it was even better than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eclipse:&lt;br /&gt;-Scott and I got engaged at 18&lt;br /&gt;-I am, like Bella, the more physically aggressive one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;br /&gt;-got married very young, against all the odds and people questioning whether it was too soon.&lt;br /&gt;-wedding night chapter very similar to our wedding night-esp with Bella feeling totally lost as to how things would go. Literally had the same thoughts as her.&lt;br /&gt;-being married was immediately right and natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is by no means a complete list, and if i read the books through and took notes i'm certain i could come up with a few hundred more, including quotes and moments, but these examples serve to illustrate the reason i love twilight. for me it reminds me that sometimes fairy tales do happen, and while my relationship isn't perfect (really, neither was Edward and Bella's- they fought often!) i'm incredibly happy in it and i love remembering where we came from. so there. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8244014390250492003-1459511132040541261?l=maebreakall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maebreakall.blogspot.com/feeds/1459511132040541261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8244014390250492003&amp;postID=1459511132040541261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8244014390250492003/posts/default/1459511132040541261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8244014390250492003/posts/default/1459511132040541261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maebreakall.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-i-am-twi-hard.html' title='Why I am a Twi-hard'/><author><name>Maebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01532524234280810790</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-8244014390250492003.post-5971898883346048080</id><published>2011-02-10T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T13:09:19.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am a C- i am a C-H...</title><content type='html'>okay, so many of you know over the past few years i've been through some  things. and stuff. some of it happened to me, some of it i made happen  with selfish choices. that's not what i'm blogging about though. i'm  here to share a thought process that has really had me tied up awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few months ago, a close friend (who is not a christian but has a  church backround) told me that she struggled during my darker days with  me openly claiming to be a Christian- assumedly because of some of the  ways i was living my life- this really took me aback, because though  internally i was a mess, publically i was still living a "pretty clean"  life- one that i certainly didn't expect a non christian to be offended  by. Furthermore, my faith never ceased to be very important to me- EVER-  even at my worst, most sinful and selfish times.  i  was not walking  the way i talked consistently, and i was definitely living more to  please myself than to please God, but my faith and belief in Jesus was  never for a moment voided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i started thinking. the break here was between my friend's definition of what it means to call oneself a Christian and mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not prepared enough to quote chapter and verse on the biblical  definition of a Christian right now and i don't think that's the spirit  of this  internal discussion. i know i'm a Christian based on that- but  what the world sees and what makes me live for Christ is more than that  "dictionary definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a lot of the churched and unchurched world defines christianity by  is a long list of rules. of do's and don'ts, and "things we don't do" in  the name of following Jesus. that is SO not what it's about. i'm not  gonna get into a discussion of legalism here because that is its own  blog post, but let me say this. Jesus cares so much more about what's in  our hearts than the motions we go through to prove we are His.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart, the definition of being a Christian is this:  I believe Jesus is the Son of God. i believe he died and rose again for my sins. i am so thankful for this sacrifice that i seek with my life to honor Him, glorify Him, and love like He loves. does it mean i am successful at this all the time? NO. does it mean i don't fall and fall HARD into doing things my own way at times? NO! what it means is that i am a wretched, pitiful, poor, blind, and naked sinner who has been saved by grace and daily must die to self to live for Christ. no matter how selfish and sinful i am at times, that fact does not change.  i would never claim to be better than anyone else- i'm not. i fall hard sometimes. Truth is, i'm held to a higher standard because as my mom would say, i've all the powers of heaven and earth at my disposal and i still sin. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an example of what i'm talking about is a recording i heard of an old  drunk man singing "Jesus' blood never failed me yet"  this guy is  speaking the truth he knows in his heart and that he believes- but he's wasted. his drunkenness doesnt change what he believes or that he believes it- he;s jsut not being a consistent witness for Christ in this state- and i beleive that is really what my friend was talking about- i was hurting my witness through some of my actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upside here- what can help my witness- and yours too if you're a Christ follower who sins like i do- is humility. i feel like the fact that God picks me up when i fall down and makes something beautiful out of my muck brings Him more glory and makes the gospel more accessible- being a christian doesnt mean you're perfect- it means you're loved anyway and can climb out of the messes you make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song has come to mean a lot to me and i think it describes the Christian walk beautifully:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OR7VOKQ0xJY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8244014390250492003-5971898883346048080?l=maebreakall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maebreakall.blogspot.com/feeds/5971898883346048080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8244014390250492003&amp;postID=5971898883346048080' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8244014390250492003/posts/default/5971898883346048080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8244014390250492003/posts/default/5971898883346048080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maebreakall.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-am-c-i-am-c-h.html' title='i am a C- i am a C-H...'/><author><name>Maebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01532524234280810790</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://img.youtube.com/vi/OR7VOKQ0xJY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244014390250492003.post-6383967619957751441</id><published>2010-10-21T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T11:42:55.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's tomorrow! This is FOR REAL!</title><content type='html'>As i lie down for bed last night i started to feel like all this was finally real. i mean i know Mandi is a real person, and anyone who saw a picture would know she is my sister.  but i have dreamed and ached to meet her for as long as she has been alive. (note: Adam, if you're reading this, you know i am dying to spend some time with you and Ricki too, but there is a totally different bond with sisters. :-) i love you too and you will always be my FIRST sibling!) because i wanted to mark this moment, and didn't have time or energy to write this post right then, i posted this on Facebook:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;Winding down. Trying not to wind up when I think of this next bit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandi: when we wake up tomorrow we will only have a day and a few hours left apart! I love you!&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning to a whole host of facebook notifications, but the one that sent me to view this  was my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=562801360" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=562801360"&gt;Mandi Kelly&lt;/a&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Maegan: in  one day and a few hours I will have the whole weekend with my sister!!  You have no idea how excited I am! I've waited my whole life to meet u! N  now I have my sister!! Yaaay! I'm so freakin excited! I love u!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;Even re-reading it now my eyes well up. my own joy at finding my sister is huge, and even if she was merely happy to meet me i would be thrilled. but look at this! she is just as excited and happy as i am!  i am overjoyed. i have no words for how happy this makes me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i clicked over to her facebook profile and saw this status message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Friday can't get here fast enough!! Get to spend the weekend with my sister I havnt ever gotten to meet! Holy crap!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, i was floored and touched! When Mandi was born, the six year old Mae was so excited that she was finally going to have a little sister who she could do everything with. we would be best friends and inseparable and life would be a fairy tale. This bubble was sharply popped when, a few months later i came to understand the terms of my being adopted- which of course was the best thing and i have no complaints-and was promised that if i wanted to find my sister and brother when i grew up i would have help from my mama.  from then on, i hoped and wanted the relationship i;d dreamed of for Mandi and i, but it seemed like a longshot that i would ever even find her, and if i did would she want to know me? and the longest shot of all would be her wanting to be close to me and love me like i love her. but y'know, now i have all of it.  i have fantastic relationships with Christina and Melissa, and  this takes nothing at all from them, but there is a definite sense of completeness now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've  put off all the packing and prep till now (2:45 Thursday afternoon) because i know myself and i know it will help ease the antsy this afternoon and evening to have something to do. expect a looooong blog post or series of posts on this weekend with tons of pictures. i cannot wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8244014390250492003-6383967619957751441?l=maebreakall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maebreakall.blogspot.com/feeds/6383967619957751441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8244014390250492003&amp;postID=6383967619957751441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8244014390250492003/posts/default/6383967619957751441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8244014390250492003/posts/default/6383967619957751441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maebreakall.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-tomorrow-this-is-for-real.html' title='It&apos;s tomorrow! This is FOR REAL!'/><author><name>Maebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01532524234280810790</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-8244014390250492003.post-2234801875274039348</id><published>2010-10-15T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T16:34:19.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One week!</title><content type='html'>well, less,really, because this time next friday night i will be with my sister! it seems so surreal to think about after all this time, but it is actually happening. weare both beside ourselves with excitement.&lt;br /&gt;here's a snippet of our convertation a little bit ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;hey babe&lt;br /&gt;[Mandi Kelly]&lt;br /&gt;6:19pm&lt;br /&gt;hiii&lt;br /&gt;[You]&lt;br /&gt;6:19pm&lt;br /&gt;i have your name on mah finger!&lt;br /&gt;:-):-)&lt;br /&gt;[Mandi Kelly]&lt;br /&gt;6:20pm&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh!! i want my ring im so freakin excited&lt;br /&gt;[You]&lt;br /&gt;6:20pm&lt;br /&gt;this time in a week we will be together!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;[Mandi Kelly]&lt;br /&gt;6:20pm&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;[You]&lt;br /&gt;6:21pm&lt;br /&gt;i know!!!&lt;br /&gt;[Mandi Kelly]&lt;br /&gt;6:22pm&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait&lt;br /&gt;[You]&lt;br /&gt;6:22pm&lt;br /&gt;i told Adam and he was like... "fun"&lt;br /&gt;i was like boy i will hit you&lt;br /&gt;[Mandi Kelly]&lt;br /&gt;6:22pm&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;we have to take like 400 pictures&lt;br /&gt;[You]&lt;br /&gt;6:23pm&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah, it;s gonna be a Squee fest! then, in another month, Scott and i are travelling to GA for Thanksgiving with Mandi's whole family (minus Adam and his wife, Ricki, who i am dying to meet!), and i cannot wait for that. i have missed Nana and Martie so much, and can;t wait to meet Morgan and Sean and all the other relatives i haven't met or seen in ages! be prepared for this blog to explode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8244014390250492003-2234801875274039348?l=maebreakall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maebreakall.blogspot.com/feeds/2234801875274039348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8244014390250492003&amp;postID=2234801875274039348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8244014390250492003/posts/default/2234801875274039348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8244014390250492003/posts/default/2234801875274039348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maebreakall.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-week.html' title='One week!'/><author><name>Maebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01532524234280810790</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-8244014390250492003.post-393305798306574636</id><published>2010-10-15T16:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T16:23:07.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on the trail!</title><content type='html'>Scott LOVES backpacking. i love Scott, and i hadn't been up to taking a hiking trip in over 4 years, so when our plans to visit Mandi 3 weekends ago fell thru, we decided to take the opportunity to get out there. we planned a 2 night trip, starting with a trail i had done before, Mount Pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASrn-MAhJug/TLjd935JGLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KdS7kwsMcSw/s1600/before+the+hike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASrn-MAhJug/TLjd935JGLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KdS7kwsMcSw/s320/before+the+hike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528412597642664114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I look ready, Right?&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASrn-MAhJug/TLjeHC60bAI/AAAAAAAAADE/oBFR41sFm7E/s1600/on+the+trail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASrn-MAhJug/TLjeHC60bAI/AAAAAAAAADE/oBFR41sFm7E/s320/on+the+trail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528412755221310466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and, we were off.  the first hour of hiking went really smoothly, and i enjoyed pretty much every second.  the second hour was a bit tougher, as the trail was pretty steep and didn't really let up for a mile or so. Scott was really patient, though, and finally we got to our campsite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASrn-MAhJug/TLjefu3smHI/AAAAAAAAADM/I95lqDwJNIg/s1600/campsite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASrn-MAhJug/TLjefu3smHI/AAAAAAAAADM/I95lqDwJNIg/s320/campsite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528413179336235122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After we got our campsite set up, and i rested a little, we were ready to take on the Summit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASrn-MAhJug/TLje4LaSIRI/AAAAAAAAADU/3GjMtoxJncQ/s1600/summit+sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASrn-MAhJug/TLje4LaSIRI/AAAAAAAAADU/3GjMtoxJncQ/s320/summit+sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528413599314354450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My facial expression in this pic says it all- we had hiked for probably 45 minutes to get to this point, and we had about another 5 min hike to get to one overlook, and anotehr 15 to get to the other....i was not so sure...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASrn-MAhJug/TLje4GCiqjI/AAAAAAAAADc/E_bQre8eERE/s1600/me+summit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ASrn-MAhJug/TLje4GCiqjI/AAAAAAAAADc/E_bQre8eERE/s320/me+summit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528413597872597554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but, we made it! i was not interested in going to the edge, though, so scott took this shot of me from his perch- me safely behind some rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASrn-MAhJug/TLje4meLU-I/AAAAAAAAADk/td-vfATRjZA/s1600/scott+summit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASrn-MAhJug/TLje4meLU-I/AAAAAAAAADk/td-vfATRjZA/s320/scott+summit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528413606578443234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and here is my mountaineer, right on the edge of the cliff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASrn-MAhJug/TLje5LQMtKI/AAAAAAAAADs/Q6UQb6QisSo/s1600/us+summit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ASrn-MAhJug/TLje5LQMtKI/AAAAAAAAADs/Q6UQb6QisSo/s320/us+summit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528413616451925154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And together! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASrn-MAhJug/TLje5v6rSqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/XpcHtLAzbyo/s1600/morning+tent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ASrn-MAhJug/TLje5v6rSqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/XpcHtLAzbyo/s320/morning+tent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528413626293766818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a great evening out under the stars, with steak and mashed potatoes grilled over the fire, roasted marshmallows, and a cozy night in our tent. we woke up to lots of rain, and had a feeling that since we were going to be unable to have a fire with all the wet wood, we would have to cut our trip short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASrn-MAhJug/TLjfxF0nU4I/AAAAAAAAAD8/Va5F0qHdlUg/s1600/end+of+trail%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASrn-MAhJug/TLjfxF0nU4I/AAAAAAAAAD8/Va5F0qHdlUg/s320/end+of+trail%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528414577066726274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we finished the trail, though, and it was really fun even with the rain! we plan on hitting the trail again early thanksgiving week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8244014390250492003-393305798306574636?l=maebreakall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maebreakall.blogspot.com/feeds/393305798306574636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8244014390250492003&amp;postID=393305798306574636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8244014390250492003/posts/default/393305798306574636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8244014390250492003/posts/default/393305798306574636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maebreakall.blogspot.com/2010/10/back-on-trail.html' title='Back on the trail!'/><author><name>Maebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01532524234280810790</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/_ASrn-MAhJug/TLjd935JGLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KdS7kwsMcSw/s72-c/before+the+hike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244014390250492003.post-230429248595725566</id><published>2010-10-15T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T15:40:07.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Not Forget...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASrn-MAhJug/TLjQYuvpxOI/AAAAAAAAACM/12pHIQtr1Es/s1600/thompson+Kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ASrn-MAhJug/TLjQYuvpxOI/AAAAAAAAACM/12pHIQtr1Es/s320/thompson+Kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528397665880622306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the siblings i grew up with. in all the excitement of reconnecting with long lost family, i want to make sure i don't forget the family that has been in my life for the past 22 years. other than my husband and my parents, these are the people i love most on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina is almost 20, a nanny, a model, works part time at a surf shop, and is going to school. So proud of all she juggles, and thrilled that now, i think in part because we are both grown women, we are truly becoming friends. gone are the days of sibling rivalry...i hope! I LOVE YOU BEANZIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa is easily my best friend on earth after Scott.Musical, talented, and with a heart hungry to serve God, she blows me away. Since the day she was born she has been my baby and had my back and been my crying shoulder and encourager. We are 10 years apart in age, but she is wise and mature beyond her 18 years. She is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew is the best baby brother a girl could want. He adores me, respects me, and is always thrilled to see me,  which jsut melts an old lady sister's heart. at 16 he is solidly a good 5-6 inches taller than i am, so it;s kinda cool to see my little baby brother dwarf me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,  now you have met my Thompson sibs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8244014390250492003-230429248595725566?l=maebreakall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maebreakall.blogspot.com/feeds/230429248595725566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8244014390250492003&amp;postID=230429248595725566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8244014390250492003/posts/default/230429248595725566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8244014390250492003/posts/default/230429248595725566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maebreakall.blogspot.com/2010/10/lets-not-forget.html' title='Let&apos;s Not Forget...'/><author><name>Maebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01532524234280810790</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/_ASrn-MAhJug/TLjQYuvpxOI/AAAAAAAAACM/12pHIQtr1Es/s72-c/thompson+Kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244014390250492003.post-7401793940678646549</id><published>2010-10-14T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T14:54:35.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister Rings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vDhF4twA7o/TLd6_wLhO4I/AAAAAAAAAQI/_aqlz2gQ25s/s1600/out+of+box.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 365px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vDhF4twA7o/TLd6_wLhO4I/AAAAAAAAAQI/_aqlz2gQ25s/s400/out+of+box.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528022303304137602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In one of our early conversations, Mandi mentioned that she would love  for she and i to have sister rings. This was something i jumped at the  opportunity to do, since i am very sentimental and also love jewelry  with a lot of meaning behind it. a few weeks ago i got the cash together  and ordered them, and today they came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vDhF4twA7o/TLd6_Tp6WII/AAAAAAAAAQA/KZZIUxOkMB8/s1600/rings+in+boxes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vDhF4twA7o/TLd6_Tp6WII/AAAAAAAAAQA/KZZIUxOkMB8/s400/rings+in+boxes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528022295646984322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vDhF4twA7o/TLd6_YZEpyI/AAAAAAAAAP4/i2nSCbJRaBM/s1600/maegan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2vDhF4twA7o/TLd6_YZEpyI/AAAAAAAAAP4/i2nSCbJRaBM/s400/maegan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528022296918533922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vDhF4twA7o/TLd6-xNwUgI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ODanriuEEYY/s1600/amanda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2vDhF4twA7o/TLd6-xNwUgI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ODanriuEEYY/s400/amanda.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528022286402081282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stones are our birthstone~ Ruby- our birthdays are only 4 days apart! and Though each of us goes by a shortened version of our name, we chose to have our full first names engraved on either side of the ring. :-) I am looking forward to giving Mandi her ring in a week when we go to SC to see her for the first time EVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8244014390250492003-7401793940678646549?l=maebreakall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maebreakall.blogspot.com/feeds/7401793940678646549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8244014390250492003&amp;postID=7401793940678646549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8244014390250492003/posts/default/7401793940678646549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8244014390250492003/posts/default/7401793940678646549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maebreakall.blogspot.com/2010/10/sister-rings.html' title='Sister Rings'/><author><name>Maebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01532524234280810790</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/_2vDhF4twA7o/TLd6_wLhO4I/AAAAAAAAAQI/_aqlz2gQ25s/s72-c/out+of+box.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244014390250492003.post-5522638066616370258</id><published>2010-09-03T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T13:45:34.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'm not entirely certain where to start! How about a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;back story&lt;/span&gt;- or... as little as possible?(Warning, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; omitting details, because they aren't relevant, not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; i don't know them.) My Mother married my biological father, and after awhile, they had me. Eventually their marriage dissolved, and my bio-dad married M. he and M quickly gave me a baby brother named Adam. 14 months later, a baby sister named Amanda came along. A month after Amanda was born ( when i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; six), my mother married the man who was my Daddy- from that day forward, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; had no other. My Daddy adopted me when he married my mother, which required my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bio dad&lt;/span&gt; to give up his parental rights, and therefore have no more contact with me. That was not a problem for me- and i never plan on seeking him out. The downside of this is that the last time i saw or had any contact with M or her kids- my half siblings, was right after Amanda was born. M did manage to contact my mother once, when i was about ten, and it was decided that it just wasn't a good time in my development to risk contact with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bio dad&lt;/span&gt; by being in contact with his kids. I've always thought of them though- our entire lives, and planned to find them when i grew up. I have three siblings that i grew up with from my mother and Daddy's marriage, Christina, Melissa, and Andrew. Because all of my siblings are half siblings biologically, i consider them all full siblings- because i don't have anything to distinguish between- maybe that sounds silly, but to me, family is family- more on that later. When i turned 18, i started searching- carefully- for Adam and Amanda-and for about 10 years i found NOTHING. it made no sense to me really, but i never really gave up. when Social Networking started to become widespread i found a new hope. About a year ago i thought i found Amanda on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;- right name, right age... i was so excited- but, when she answered my query, i was sad to find out this was not my sister. When i fired up my google-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;fu&lt;/span&gt; for the thousandth or so time 2 weeks ago, i wasn't really expecting much.  For the first time ever, though, i found a tiny glimmer of real hope- i found a link to a site with a teaser on a  birth record for Adam! Well, i wasn't yet ready to pay for what i was sure i could find for free, but it did give me an idea- i had never searched with anything but their names and our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bio dad's&lt;/span&gt; last name. first, i searched for M with her maiden last name, which i was amazed i remembered from when i was barely six years old! Bingo! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; hit! i started trembling, as i clicked to add my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Step mom&lt;/span&gt; (who i knew had been long divorced from b&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;io dad&lt;/span&gt; and was therefore safe) as a friend, and felt goosebumps and tummy quivers as i clicked to see what i could of her friends list. my heart began POUNDING out of my chest as i saw the names Adam and Mandi in that list. There. They. Were.  WOW. The reason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; never been able to find them was because they too had been adopted by a stepfather, and so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; had no idea what names to search for. Now cam the really surreal part- messaging them to tell them who i am. Did they even know i existed? would they care? How does one even start the conversation? well, here is what i wrote to my sister:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="uiHeaderTitle"&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h2 class="uiHeaderTitle"&gt;This is gonna Sound crazy, but, i am your sister. NOT SPAM!&lt;/h2&gt;Mandi, Hi! we have the same biological father and i&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;'ve&lt;/span&gt; been looking for  you for so long! the last time i saw you was the day you were born.   please add me so we can get in touch! ♥      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My message to Adam was almost the same. now came the waiting. definitely the hardest part. We went to the cookout with  our small group from church that night, and i was excited to share my news and nerves with everyone. about an hour into the night, i checked my email and saw a message from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; saying that Mandi had sent me a message. heart began pounding again. the message seemed to take HOURS to load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;...I've always wanted to meet u..."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point i just began sobbing.  i wrote her back a short message, and my joy just overwhelmed me- now i could see pictures of my beautiful sister!  Adam added me back soon after, and i thought i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; have any more joy in my heart until i was getting into bed and saw that i;d gotten another message from Mandi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well are u still awake?       "&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i grinned and replied  &lt;blockquote&gt;"Definitely too happy to sleep! :-)       "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;within seconds she asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"U WANNA CALL ME?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't hesitate - typed "YES!!!!" and began dialing the number she'd sent.  While the phone rang, i got a little nervous, but as soon as she answered, i said "Hey Little Sister..."  and we were off. after 3 hours of talking about everything we could think of with barely a second to breathe, we realized we both needed sleep (it was 3:30AM) and promised to talk more the next day. Before heading to bed, i sent Adam a message to let him know i wasn't some crazy person and just wanted to have him in my life. he responded "right on." That was good enough for me for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;     i woke the next morning to a message from M- extremely happy to have found me, and eager to welcome me back into her life and family. i soon reconnected with her mother  (Nana), brother, and amazingly- my aunt-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;bio dad's&lt;/span&gt; sister who i had a special bond with even tho it's been 24 years since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; seen her.  i have found and been found and am so excited to have rediscovered my family. Mandi and i have been in constant contact and are going to be together in person very soon! watch this blog for more news and pictures!&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;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8244014390250492003-5522638066616370258?l=maebreakall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maebreakall.blogspot.com/feeds/5522638066616370258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8244014390250492003&amp;postID=5522638066616370258' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8244014390250492003/posts/default/5522638066616370258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8244014390250492003/posts/default/5522638066616370258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maebreakall.blogspot.com/2010/09/family-found.html' title='Family Found'/><author><name>Maebee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01532524234280810790</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8244014390250492003.post-20575727054099391</id><published>2007-07-23T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T11:43:47.682-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excited'/><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>Welcome, everyone to my new blog to chronicle my new journey into , well, everything!   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