<?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-4454968766801894224</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:16:13.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving The World Before Bedtime</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissmargaret.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454968766801894224/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissmargaret.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221572511234366989</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-4454968766801894224.post-2159861940049998372</id><published>2010-05-13T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T13:12:46.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Did I Ever Do To Deserve You </title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/S-xWlXKHl_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/rE0Z-0jmvHQ/s1600/brian+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/S-xWlXKHl_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/rE0Z-0jmvHQ/s320/brian+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470842847219914738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/S-xVmlY1ujI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mdS7EMB11Ks/s1600/brian.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/S-xVmlY1ujI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mdS7EMB11Ks/s320/brian.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470841768707996210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pinch myself &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes to make sure I'm not in a dream &lt;br /&gt;That's how it seems &lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and breathe in the sweetest moments I've ever known &lt;br /&gt;It feels like home &lt;br /&gt;And here I am &lt;br /&gt;I want to be your everything &lt;br /&gt;There you are &lt;br /&gt;Turning winter into spring &lt;br /&gt;And everyone that sees you &lt;br /&gt;Always wants to know you &lt;br /&gt;And everyone that knows you &lt;br /&gt;Always has a smile &lt;br /&gt;You're a standing ovation &lt;br /&gt;After years of waiting &lt;br /&gt;For a chance to finally shine &lt;br /&gt;Everyone calls you amazing &lt;br /&gt;Yeahhhh &lt;br /&gt;I just call you mine &lt;br /&gt;I fall apart &lt;br /&gt;And just a word from you &lt;br /&gt;Somehow seems to fix &lt;br /&gt;Whatever's wrong &lt;br /&gt;Ohh &lt;br /&gt;You reach into the weakest moments and remind me that I'm strong &lt;br /&gt;You gotta know &lt;br /&gt;I'd be a fool not to see or even worse to forget &lt;br /&gt;That you're more than I deserve &lt;br /&gt;Cause everyone that sees you &lt;br /&gt;Always wants to know you &lt;br /&gt;And everyone that knows you &lt;br /&gt;Always has a smile &lt;br /&gt;You're a standing ovation &lt;br /&gt;After years of waiting &lt;br /&gt;For a chance to finally shine &lt;br /&gt;Everyone calls you amazing &lt;br /&gt;I just call you mine &lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes sense when you're not here &lt;br /&gt;As if my whole world disappears &lt;br /&gt;Without you what's the point of it &lt;br /&gt;Cause everyone that sees you &lt;br /&gt;Always wants to know you &lt;br /&gt;And everyone that knows you &lt;br /&gt;Always has a smile &lt;br /&gt;You're the dream that I've been chasing &lt;br /&gt;After years of waiting &lt;br /&gt;For a chance to finally shine &lt;br /&gt;Everyone calls you amazing &lt;br /&gt;I just call you mine&lt;br /&gt;Everyone calls you amazing&lt;br /&gt;I just call you mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/S-xX23ZBh3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/2JWy_gV7CXM/s1600/DSCF9216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/S-xX23ZBh3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/2JWy_gV7CXM/s320/DSCF9216.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470844247441770354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/S-xX2YA7XHI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mCAK_EdNx-8/s1600/DSCF9129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/S-xX2YA7XHI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mCAK_EdNx-8/s320/DSCF9129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470844239019203698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have rewrote this blog so many times and nothing was enough. I love you more than you'll ever know. More than life more than I've ever loved before&lt;br /&gt;It's absurd and beyond words I couldn't want you more And when I try to pour my hear out to you I'm not sure it shows That I love you more than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to be your &lt;em&gt;wife&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4454968766801894224-2159861940049998372?l=themissmargaret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissmargaret.blogspot.com/feeds/2159861940049998372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4454968766801894224&amp;postID=2159861940049998372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454968766801894224/posts/default/2159861940049998372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454968766801894224/posts/default/2159861940049998372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissmargaret.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-did-i-ever-do-to-deserve-you.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;What Did I Ever Do To Deserve You &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221572511234366989</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/_1eKlI-5_T04/S-xWlXKHl_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/rE0Z-0jmvHQ/s72-c/brian+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454968766801894224.post-3572491758236538830</id><published>2009-05-01T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T17:05:48.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey It's Okay</title><content type='html'>-to be shamelessly addicted to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;reba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, her show, and her music&lt;br /&gt;-to cry when your favorite show finally ends ( &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;er &amp; friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s)&lt;br /&gt;-to webmd your symptoms just to make sure&lt;br /&gt;-to set your alarm every day to&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sonic happy hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-to be in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hugh grant &amp; johnny depp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4454968766801894224-3572491758236538830?l=themissmargaret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissmargaret.blogspot.com/feeds/3572491758236538830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4454968766801894224&amp;postID=3572491758236538830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454968766801894224/posts/default/3572491758236538830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454968766801894224/posts/default/3572491758236538830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissmargaret.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='Hey It&apos;s Okay'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221572511234366989</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-4454968766801894224.post-6553867096607454637</id><published>2009-04-24T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:59:14.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Carolyn!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SfHjdNMywVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3UVWhmZfrzs/s1600-h/IMGP1704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SfHjdNMywVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3UVWhmZfrzs/s320/IMGP1704.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328289925055037778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Today is my best friends 24th birthday. What a day. We have been friends for about 12years and last night jokingly I told her I was going to write her a book on all the awkward moments in life we have gone through and I was basically threatened not to post any pictures of our youth. Because, it is her birthday I won't, but beware Carl the day is coming when I will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;br /&gt;We have to give thanks to our brothers, because of them we got to be friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SfHj0Ie-weI/AAAAAAAAADI/P92POSdhy4o/s1600-h/IMGP1533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SfHj0Ie-weI/AAAAAAAAADI/P92POSdhy4o/s320/IMGP1533.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328290318926135778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a lot of goofy times together, but some that no matter how old I get I will never forget:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-gram running the stop signs &lt;br /&gt;-riding the bike through the water up to our waste&lt;br /&gt;-you stopping traffic on broadway to let me cross the street&lt;br /&gt;-eating for an hour straight in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;-dawn's workouts ( i have never been so fit)&lt;br /&gt;-talking for hours on the phone&lt;br /&gt;-"the bowl" cut&lt;br /&gt;-running into the tree&lt;br /&gt;-letters, letters, and more letters&lt;br /&gt;-trying to get your engraved message out of the cubby hole&lt;br /&gt;-playing sisters in the sms christmas play&lt;br /&gt;-riding your bike 7 miles to my house&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you got older I saw you become a great aunt to your nephews, an amazing sister, and daughter and one of the fiercest jesus warriors out there. I hope when I finally grow up I have alittle bit of you in me. You rock, Carl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SfHmLoob7kI/AAAAAAAAADQ/c4KeqfZY7GA/s1600-h/IMGP0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SfHmLoob7kI/AAAAAAAAADQ/c4KeqfZY7GA/s320/IMGP0224.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328292921715977794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we have gotten older many people think it is crazy we are still such great friends, but I am not surprised at all. We graduated high school, where we were late to our own graduation practice and went to different schools, but we still talked, and talked, and talked! Some things never change. As we got older we started traveling (coming up with crazy ways to make money. i.e ironing pillow cases and the spa)...woohoo....oh our travels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SfHpczRZu_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/mDquGSuol6M/s1600-h/new+york+06+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SfHpczRZu_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/mDquGSuol6M/s320/new+york+06+129.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328296515164814322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SfHpc2DHC7I/AAAAAAAAADw/7L86QoAPS5I/s1600-h/new+york+06+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SfHpc2DHC7I/AAAAAAAAADw/7L86QoAPS5I/s320/new+york+06+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328296515910175666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SfHpcnTIBiI/AAAAAAAAADo/hM1FFnWD9YQ/s1600-h/IMGP1861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SfHpcnTIBiI/AAAAAAAAADo/hM1FFnWD9YQ/s320/IMGP1861.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328296511950816802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SfHpcfCCWVI/AAAAAAAAADg/tec2NuSjcDQ/s1600-h/IMGP1825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SfHpcfCCWVI/AAAAAAAAADg/tec2NuSjcDQ/s320/IMGP1825.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328296509731658066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SfHpb4Od5EI/AAAAAAAAADY/scINqAVaHY0/s1600-h/IMGP0452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SfHpb4Od5EI/AAAAAAAAADY/scINqAVaHY0/s320/IMGP0452.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328296499314811970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NY, Louisiana, Mississippi, Colorado road trip, Vegas &amp; Florida.....however one of the &lt;em&gt;best traveling we ever did was.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IH 35&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SfHrq8q8NcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/XvI1MdtX9QA/s1600-h/IMG_0547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SfHrq8q8NcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/XvI1MdtX9QA/s320/IMG_0547.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328298957229274562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SfHrqwYk6SI/AAAAAAAAAEY/L1Kw-VGKBq8/s1600-h/Howl+at+the+Moon+Jan+11+06+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SfHrqwYk6SI/AAAAAAAAAEY/L1Kw-VGKBq8/s320/Howl+at+the+Moon+Jan+11+06+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328298953931024674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SfHrqU-GMVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dz70U6frWpc/s1600-h/IMG_0594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SfHrqU-GMVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dz70U6frWpc/s320/IMG_0594.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328298946572202322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SfHrqW_r0gI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mHOYoXysnYo/s1600-h/IMG_0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SfHrqW_r0gI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mHOYoXysnYo/s320/IMG_0577.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328298947115733506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SfHrp-iTHmI/AAAAAAAAAEA/YZhMkM0MRxw/s1600-h/IMG_0494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SfHrp-iTHmI/AAAAAAAAAEA/YZhMkM0MRxw/s320/IMG_0494.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328298940550028898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College was one of the funnest times in my life and I am fairly certain it was because we &lt;strong&gt;lived so close and got to hang out&lt;/strong&gt; and go through the "college" life together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it wasn't all happy times we have been there through many of life's struggles and heartaches and I know we will always be. Thank goodness for speed dial and the silence that is okay, because we &lt;strong&gt;just understand&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we are both "adults" now it feels like we are still the same &lt;em&gt;twelve year old girls who constantly got lost, got in trouble for being loud in the kithen, and who still talk till gosh knows what time&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;I hope these things never change.&lt;/strong&gt;Carolyn, I can't imagine me without you. Who would be number 4 on the speed dial. Sorry the units have to come in before. I can't wait till we get to be little old ladies on the front porch laughing and giggling like we always have. Happy Birthday Dear Friend and many many more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SfHuzWByd1I/AAAAAAAAAEo/U2EiAjTFEO0/s1600-h/IMGP1915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SfHuzWByd1I/AAAAAAAAAEo/U2EiAjTFEO0/s320/IMGP1915.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328302400009828178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4454968766801894224-6553867096607454637?l=themissmargaret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissmargaret.blogspot.com/feeds/6553867096607454637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4454968766801894224&amp;postID=6553867096607454637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454968766801894224/posts/default/6553867096607454637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454968766801894224/posts/default/6553867096607454637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissmargaret.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-carolyn.html' title='Happy Birthday Carolyn!!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221572511234366989</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/_1eKlI-5_T04/SfHjdNMywVI/AAAAAAAAADA/3UVWhmZfrzs/s72-c/IMGP1704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454968766801894224.post-5070511028829066742</id><published>2009-04-21T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T16:29:37.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey It's Okay</title><content type='html'>It has been a very long time since my last post and I must confess &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; has happened in my life. All good! So, I figured with my long absence I would start off with one of my favorite editorials from one of my favorite magazines....The editorial is called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hey It's Okay&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and basically all it is is things that are ok...even if others don't agree or maybe it is taboo. So with no further ado, here is my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                        Hey It's Okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to have a diet coke and shortly there after need a coffee&lt;br /&gt;to "go off of the radar" for a few hours&lt;br /&gt;to make decisions based on your heart and gut and not on brains and logic&lt;br /&gt;to wonder if college is really all it is cracked up to be&lt;br /&gt;to believe the real learning happens in everyday life&lt;br /&gt;to believe in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mr. right, prince charming, big, or the fairy tale man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to not want to get out of your bed no matter what the time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4454968766801894224-5070511028829066742?l=themissmargaret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissmargaret.blogspot.com/feeds/5070511028829066742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4454968766801894224&amp;postID=5070511028829066742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454968766801894224/posts/default/5070511028829066742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454968766801894224/posts/default/5070511028829066742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissmargaret.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-its-okay.html' title='Hey It&apos;s Okay'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221572511234366989</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-4454968766801894224.post-8524498258282307189</id><published>2008-08-06T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:28:02.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adirondacks</title><content type='html'>These are pictures from our amazing canoe trip. We spent three days in the&lt;br /&gt;Adirondacks. It was completely breathtaking. I had the most amazing time with these boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canoeing to campsite---3 hours&lt;br /&gt;Number of campers--18&lt;br /&gt;Numbers of counselors--20&lt;br /&gt;Number of days in God's country---3&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with the most amazing kids in the world.....&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;priceless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SJna4F7cYeI/AAAAAAAAABk/G-k-_uPnSns/s1600-h/DSCF8862%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231453099366572514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SJna4F7cYeI/AAAAAAAAABk/G-k-_uPnSns/s320/DSCF8862%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SJna4nATT1I/AAAAAAAAABs/2w1OEApnfmI/s1600-h/DSCF8806%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231453108245319506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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–noun&lt;br /&gt;1. Psychiatry. a pervasive developmental disorder of children, characterized by impaired communication, excessive rigidity, and emotional detachment.&lt;br /&gt;2. a tendency to view life in terms of one's own needs and desires&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the dictionary standards this is what autism is and what it looks like. A child who doesn't talk or does not hug or love, but to me this is what autism looks like. A singalong to a Disney song, because they know all the words. It is a high five or a screech of excitement, because they have made their bed or caught a ball. It is seeing you in a crowd and running up to you and nearly knocking you over because that is how they show you love. It is grabbing your hand and holding on for dear life, because that is their way of saying I love you and I am glad you are here. Words are becoming superficial. Expressions and hand movements are becoming key. A moment in which I have realized that just because I can talk does not necessarily mean I am saying anything. Just because I can say I love you when it is the right time does not mean as much as that hug at the end of the day or that high five when something is accomplished. The dictionary defines what autism is, but these kids are breaking those definitions and they are talking and they are loving. Are we listening? Are we ready for everything they know? We have so much to learn and all we have to do is watch and enjoy the small things that deserve big applause. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4454968766801894224-7670340248221891246?l=themissmargaret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissmargaret.blogspot.com/feeds/7670340248221891246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4454968766801894224&amp;postID=7670340248221891246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454968766801894224/posts/default/7670340248221891246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454968766801894224/posts/default/7670340248221891246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissmargaret.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-you-hear-what-i-hear.html' title='Do you hear what I hear?'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221572511234366989</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-4454968766801894224.post-4692363839999774294</id><published>2008-07-18T09:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T09:31:47.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>these are just a few pictures of my camp experience thus far. some of them are sideways and i really don't know what is going on with that, but i figured my life is out of control why can't my pictures be as well. love to all. maggie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=117968994&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="320" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=117968994"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=117968994&amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=117968994"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4454968766801894224-4692363839999774294?l=themissmargaret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissmargaret.blogspot.com/feeds/4692363839999774294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4454968766801894224&amp;postID=4692363839999774294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454968766801894224/posts/default/4692363839999774294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454968766801894224/posts/default/4692363839999774294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissmargaret.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221572511234366989</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-4454968766801894224.post-5143459724967753609</id><published>2008-07-06T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T11:44:36.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Where I am living for the next 6 weeks....yes, it is indeed a tent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SHEPXq7QQrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/s1assm0kuL8/s1600-h/maggie+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SHEPXq7QQrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/s1assm0kuL8/s320/maggie+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219970342433342130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A teambuilding exercise on the sunshine towers followed by a 30 foot jump. The bravest thing I have ever done in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SHEPX_TgMFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hVhmaRbqqH8/s1600-h/maggie+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SHEPX_TgMFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hVhmaRbqqH8/s320/maggie+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219970347903758418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SHEPYbmYEGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SMU92kmwACw/s1600-h/maggie+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SHEPYbmYEGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SMU92kmwACw/s320/maggie+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219970355499110498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Woodstock. One of the coolest places I have been. Peace and love were flowing everywhere&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SHEPYhfyKDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HwostZR5P34/s1600-h/maggie+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SHEPYhfyKDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HwostZR5P34/s320/maggie+094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219970357082073138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;One of the most beautiful sunsets I have ever seen. This was on the last night we had with our first session kids. We were all sitting outside talking about our last two weeks and we had the most amazing background. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SHEPZJQXdnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Yzs7vTC-dIc/s1600-h/maggie+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SHEPZJQXdnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Yzs7vTC-dIc/s320/maggie+155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219970367754827378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey everyone. Things are well up in Rhinebeck. The first session has already ended and we are on a day intercession. A much needed intercession. This is one of the most trying experiences of my life. 18 hour days followed by little sleep just to get up and do it everyday, however it is absolutely worth it when you see the kids. Most of our kids are non verbal and that proves to be really heart wrenching and emotionally trying, because you want them to talk to you so bad. It is amazing though how they communicate to you and how they let you know how they feel. Never in my life have I felt that this is where I belong. My life and my meaning in life has taken a whole new turn.&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything is going well wherever you are. I can't wait to hear from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Maggie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4454968766801894224-5143459724967753609?l=themissmargaret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissmargaret.blogspot.com/feeds/5143459724967753609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4454968766801894224&amp;postID=5143459724967753609' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454968766801894224/posts/default/5143459724967753609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454968766801894224/posts/default/5143459724967753609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissmargaret.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-i-am-living-for-next-6-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221572511234366989</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://bp1.blogger.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SHEPXq7QQrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/s1assm0kuL8/s72-c/maggie+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454968766801894224.post-768296686460993285</id><published>2008-06-19T06:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T06:28:59.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New York, Baby</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!!! So, I have made it to NY. It is absolutely beautiful up here and wonderful weather. I can't wait for the kids. Training is going great. Everyone is awesome and best of all I live in a TENT!!! The reception for cell phones is really bad, but we have the internet. So I will try and post pictures and keep people updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to Texas,&lt;br /&gt;Maggie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4454968766801894224-768296686460993285?l=themissmargaret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissmargaret.blogspot.com/feeds/768296686460993285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4454968766801894224&amp;postID=768296686460993285' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454968766801894224/posts/default/768296686460993285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454968766801894224/posts/default/768296686460993285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissmargaret.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-york-baby.html' title='New York, Baby'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221572511234366989</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-4454968766801894224.post-6005550468557523685</id><published>2008-06-11T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T18:28:09.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still A Beautiful World....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;              Amongst all the things in our world that are wrong.....a graffiti artist in NY said it best....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210799863692171794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SFB63jcGmhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cFEFnWgKr1E/s320/new+york+06+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                                         &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let's all try to find the beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4454968766801894224-6005550468557523685?l=themissmargaret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissmargaret.blogspot.com/feeds/6005550468557523685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4454968766801894224&amp;postID=6005550468557523685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454968766801894224/posts/default/6005550468557523685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454968766801894224/posts/default/6005550468557523685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissmargaret.blogspot.com/2008/06/still-beautiful-world.html' title='Still A Beautiful World....'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221572511234366989</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://bp2.blogger.com/_1eKlI-5_T04/SFB63jcGmhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cFEFnWgKr1E/s72-c/new+york+06+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454968766801894224.post-6658606590319948696</id><published>2008-05-26T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T10:01:06.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Life is not about finding yourself, Life is about creating yourself"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago I ran across this quote at a gift shop in New York called Grandslam. It was on a card and I bought it along with two others and had in framed. To this day it hangs in my room and gives me a little bit of inspiration as I leave for the day or maybe frustrates me a little when I feel like life is creating me and I am not creating myself. A few months ago I think God had me in the right place at the right time. I was taking some of my teenage boys* to a youth program called PALS and a really cool lady told me about Ramapo for Children. &lt;a href="http://www.ramapoforchildren.org/"&gt;http://www.ramapoforchildren.org/&lt;/a&gt; Basically, Ramapo for Children is a nationally recognized, not-for-profit organization serving children with special needs. Ramapo’s mission is to serve children with a wide range of emotional, behavioral and learning disabilities in a dynamic and stimulating outdoor environment, providing educational and recreational experiences that promote social, emotional, physical and intellectual growth. What a plug I just gave them! Kudos for me. ha ha. Anyways, I decided to apply after a little thought, probably not enough! Sometimes you have to live in the moment or the moment passes you by and never do what you should have been doing. That is how it is with me anyways. After two weeks they called and set up a phone interview. Now, you should all know that during this time no one knows I have applied, because I had to figure out some things before people could know. The interview lasted about thirty minutes and the guy told me to think about it and call back on Tuesday to check in. The last question he asked me really struck home with me. He said, "Maggie, I am going into a meeting on Friday with the hiring committee and we are going to start placing people we think belong here. Tell me why I should tell them to hire you?" Without any hesitation in my voice I said, "This is my passion. This is where I belong." In that moment I knew &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I had created myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I was starting to make my mark on the world. Needless to say I was hired! So, in 19 days I leave to start a new adventure in my life. One that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have created&lt;/span&gt; or I suppose one that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was always going to create,&lt;/span&gt; but had to go the long way around to find. God knew what he was doing with me! Woo hoo!! I am extremely excited, nervous, and scared, but mostly ready. Ready to be changed and ready to help. I have heard this job will be one of the toughest summers of your life, but one of the most rewarding. I am ready to grow, learn, and come back forever changed. I am ready to live in the moment. The moment &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I created&lt;/span&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;* I don't actually have kids. These are the boys I work with at the youth home I work at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Ramapo is in New York. The place where I found the postcard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4454968766801894224-6658606590319948696?l=themissmargaret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissmargaret.blogspot.com/feeds/6658606590319948696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4454968766801894224&amp;postID=6658606590319948696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454968766801894224/posts/default/6658606590319948696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4454968766801894224/posts/default/6658606590319948696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissmargaret.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-is-not-about-finding-yourself-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221572511234366989</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-4454968766801894224.post-6060510098277087900</id><published>2008-04-13T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T09:21:56.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So my aunt Suz has become quite the blogger and has made me very interested in this blogging world so I have decided that my first big blog will be.....(drum roll)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few things about me.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I live with three girls and could not ask for better roommates and friends.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am the oldest of 3. My brother is 20 and my sister is 11.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am the oldest of 15 grandchildren. The youngest being two and the oldest being 23&lt;br /&gt;4. I was so homesick my first semester away from home that I did really bad in school and am still trying to raise that gpa!&lt;br /&gt;5. I believe in the healing power of walking barefoot in grass and enjoying how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;6. I also believe alittle bit of sun can fix almost anything....feeling blue or needing to calm yourself.&lt;br /&gt;7. I love love love music.&lt;br /&gt;8.My favorite memories from being a kid are playing with my cousins who grew up to be my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;9. I am still trying to figure out all this grown up business.&lt;br /&gt;10. My mom is one of my best friends and so is my dad.&lt;br /&gt;11. I call my grandparents every week to visit and have coffee over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;12. Speaking of coffee....I am an addict. I love it very much. The smell and the taste.&lt;br /&gt;13. I hardly ever watch movies over and over. Usually once is enough except for a chosen few: Notting Hill, Bridget Jones Diary, Juno, Love Actually&lt;br /&gt;14. I was in the hospital 8 times before kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;15. I love to make up songs about everything&lt;br /&gt;16. I work with kids. I have 16 boys who are a big part of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;17. Traveling is something I love to do and hopefully one day can do much more of it.&lt;br /&gt;18. Airports to me are the saddest and happiest places on earth. All the coming and going. Oh, the stories I can make up.&lt;br /&gt;19. I love to sit and watch airplanes take off at night. Just imaging all the places I could go and do.&lt;br /&gt;20. I hardly ever forget. ANYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;21. I am extremely sensitive and tend to get my feelings hurt easily. It sucks and I wish I could be different.&lt;br /&gt;22. I get very emotional when it comes to my family. I could not imagine myself without them.&lt;br /&gt;23. I basically have the best friends in the world.&lt;br /&gt;24. I like the air to be the lowest it can without making the electricity bill outrageous. Also, I have two fans in my bedroom always on!&lt;br /&gt;25. I pray before I eat and before I go to sleep and when I wake up. I need alot of guidance.&lt;br /&gt;26. My heart is in Texas, but part of it belongs to New York.&lt;br /&gt;27. I once glued my brothers eyes shut with rubber cement. oops&lt;br /&gt;28. Concan is my favorite place on earth. "There is a spot on earth a man can go to find himself and free his soul...a place somewhere between hell and heaven where noone hurts and all is forgiven." Concan is that place.&lt;br /&gt;29. I love to dance. It is such a natural high.&lt;br /&gt;30. Bean, cheese and potato breakfast tacos are my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;31. I love chalupas. I eat them at any mexican restaraunt I go to.&lt;br /&gt;32. I saw Bon Jovi when I was eighteen. He basically rocked my world.&lt;br /&gt;33. I go to concerts as much as I can. I have seen so many cool people. Still a few more on the list though...&lt;br /&gt;34. George Strait is my favorite country singer and "Carried Away" is the song I want to dance to at my wedding.&lt;br /&gt;35. I drive alittle too fast, but am very careful with my passengers.&lt;br /&gt;36. I think I was born to be a humanitarian.&lt;br /&gt;37. I am really bad at math, but love numbers.&lt;br /&gt;38. I talk really loud and fast. I am always told to lower my voice.&lt;br /&gt;39. In kindergarten I got in trouble for attempting to pull the fire alarm. However, to this day I stand by my story of I was just looking at it.&lt;br /&gt;40. Whenever I go out my name is Alexandra and I am from New York and am here on business.&lt;br /&gt;41. Confrontations make me extremely nervous and uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;42. I raised show pigs for many years for stockshow. Those are some of my greatest memories of my Buppo.&lt;br /&gt;43. I also raised a lamb named, "Jake" that pounced on my brother. One of the funniest things I have ever witnessed.&lt;br /&gt;44. Cousintime is something I miss.&lt;br /&gt;45. I wish everyone could coexist on this planet.&lt;br /&gt;46. I am moving to New York this summer to be a camp counselor. I am so excited and so nervous.&lt;br /&gt;47. Some of the funnest nights of my life where at Howl at the Moon.&lt;br /&gt;48. I am a huge nerd. I read all the time and CNN is a regularily visited website.&lt;br /&gt;49. I love cowboy boots.&lt;br /&gt;50. I watch the discovery channel like it is going out of style.&lt;br /&gt;51. I believe in the power of a song, a story or a piece of art. "Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life."&lt;br /&gt;52. I have broken my leg, my ankle twice, and my wrist. I have also had surgery on my ankle.&lt;br /&gt;53. I still sleep with my sister when I go home.&lt;br /&gt;54. New York is one of my favorite places on earth. I have spent alot of time there exploring and some of my greatest memories are from there.&lt;br /&gt;55. I love to sing really loud in my car. Really badly, but none the less I do.&lt;br /&gt;56. I want to be a therapist ( i think :) )&lt;br /&gt;57. I am scared of heights and roller coasters. Talk about an anxiety attack.&lt;br /&gt;58.I am really retarded and make up stories.&lt;br /&gt;59. I want to write a book. I already have a title. Look for it soon on the bestsellers!! ha ha&lt;br /&gt;60. I love being from Texas. The stars. The sky. The wide open spaces.&lt;br /&gt;61. I have always worked with kids. Nanny, The YMCA, Babysitter and now Residential Specialist.&lt;br /&gt;62. I am absolutely a disaster. My car is a mess, my closet is, but I always know where everything is.&lt;br /&gt;63. No one compares to my friends. Emergency room trips, tubing down the river, endless talking and crying. Yeah, they rock!&lt;br /&gt;64.Ditto with my family. They rock.&lt;br /&gt;65. My room is my haven. My safe place in this world. So my house in Cuero.&lt;br /&gt;66. 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