<?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-7202945428648673741</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:16:46.875-08:00</updated><category term='christmas 2006'/><title type='text'>Mckee Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-3540714973784930029</id><published>2009-11-08T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:53:15.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken- but functioning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Crazy days-  no time to blog... here's a few reasons why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our ford minivan had a terminal disorder.  Something about the coolant was getting oil in it or something like...so, without changing the anti-freeze every time we traveled, it could mean major stalling and with three kids that just isn't an option.  Plus, the heater doesn't work either.  Okay for summer time- not so much in the cool mornings of November...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has rained more this fall than one can imagine.  Our yard is like a swamp, completely saturated.  Not so good when you have an old septic system that gets  backed up when the ground is wet.  During these times, I cannot wash, run the dishwasher or take long showers or we have a lovely smell of ethane gas, and possible a back up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life-line (iPhone) was dropped and shattered.  It is still functioning but I cannot see a flippin' thing most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My toaster only toasts one side of the bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped a spaghetti squash onto my glass top stove and it shattered.  It split in all directions.  The burners still work, but the entire stove top gets super hot when one burner is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you noticed a theme?  I'm not writing to receive pity or sympathy.  It is not my intention to have people say "oh, so sorry Heidi".  I'm simply writing a wonderful word picture the Lord has given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme?  These items in our home-- are broken.  In some way or fashion, they are not producing 100% the job they were designed to do.  HOWEVER, they are still functioning.  They are still getting the job done.  For all practical purposes I can drive the van around (side note..I did get a new one :)....  I still cook daily on my stove top.  It will eventually dry up so I can flush my toilets again, and who needs both sides of the bread toasted anyway?....  They are still getting the job done.  Yes, not effeciently, effectively, or perfectly but nevertheless, the job is getting done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you ask, how is this a 'word picture' or 'illustration'? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a perfect illustration because that is exactly how I feel.  I am functioning. I have gotten the job done.  I do what I'm called to do.  The truth is however, is that I'm broken.  I'm struggling on a daily basis to just make it through the day.  Like my toaster was designed to toast that bread to the level programmed...I am to fulfill my job as a Mom, wife, teacher, cook, homemaker, church member, children's church leader, business owner, friend, and Christian....  but I'm doing a half-a!@# job.  Yes, things get done, but in a brutal, ugly and painful way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that is broken?  I'm not sure? My spirit?  My physical being?  My psychy?  I don't know.  All I do know is that I'm broken.  What I do know however is that I have a Savior that is a healer to the broken, and friend to the lowly.  I rest in the knowledge of His undeserved grace and mercy.  I can now identify with moms everywhere who feel like they have to have it all together...WE DON'T!  I now can reach out to hurting women who struggle with depression.  I now understand why....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the season I'm going through right now.  this too shall pass.....  Thanks for listening!  And I covet your prayers... I am sure an ugly person and really don't like what I am. I prefer to work properly or receive my money back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-3540714973784930029?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3540714973784930029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=3540714973784930029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/3540714973784930029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/3540714973784930029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2009/11/broken-but-functioning.html' title='Broken- but functioning...'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-1448965864614101365</id><published>2009-10-11T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T15:11:43.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to move to Mars!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/StJUY28dQdI/AAAAAAAABvg/bJgFIxHo3-I/s1600-h/2009+trip+to+NASA+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/StJUY28dQdI/AAAAAAAABvg/bJgFIxHo3-I/s320/2009+trip+to+NASA+093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391464489958588882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our trip to the Johnson Space Center Houston I learned SO much!  #1)I learned that if moved to Mars I'd only weigh 117 lbs! #2) I learned that our God is an amazing Creator and I learned that there are some incredibly smart people that don't get that!  The wonders of the universe declares His majesty over and over and yet these educated, intelligent people still claim that the stars, planets, moons and everything in the Heavens just "BANGED" there!  #3) I also learned that my kids are sponges!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/StJT0yU1j6I/AAAAAAAABvY/7i2lzybYg0Q/s1600-h/2009+trip+to+NASA+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/StJT0yU1j6I/AAAAAAAABvY/7i2lzybYg0Q/s320/2009+trip+to+NASA+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391463870243377058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another interesting fact #4) I learned is that there has been an American Astronaut in space since the year 2000.  They are living in the space station and rotate every 4-8 months. The International Space Center is 87% complete.  While living there they have to tie themselves down to sleep, vacuum their urine (I know gross) and never get a cold drink (no room for a fridge)  They have to take sponge baths because the water just stays in a ball and will stick to them.  A towel wouldn't absorb the water so they'd have to vacuum the water off of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now there are six astronauts vacuuming themselves in space.  2 Americans 2 Russians, 1 Canadian, 1 Swiss.  NASA is working with 17 different countries to complete this Space Station.  When it is complete the next mission is the MOON.  They will be sending another man to the moon by the year 2020.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/StJTjmrW8JI/AAAAAAAABvQ/jbAtPvbwOE4/s1600-h/2009+trip+to+NASA+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/StJTjmrW8JI/AAAAAAAABvQ/jbAtPvbwOE4/s320/2009+trip+to+NASA+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391463575058837650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#7)  Even if it is way cool in Dallas- it is still STEAMY hot in Houston!  This was 8:30 in the morning and our glasses, camera, and windows all fogged up because of the humidity.  We were ready to get in the AC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/StJTXBop9EI/AAAAAAAABvI/SAg9Bji5srE/s1600-h/2009+trip+to+NASA+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/StJTXBop9EI/AAAAAAAABvI/SAg9Bji5srE/s320/2009+trip+to+NASA+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391463358956958786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last time I was at Galveston beach was when I was in High School.  I remembered it being dirty and stinky and not so much fun.  That was NOT my impression this trip.  A little smelly (fishy) but the sand was great, trash minimum, and waves huge!  We found a dead jellyfish (And since my kids love SpongeBob, they knew all about the jelly fish), hunted for seashells and rode the waves...literally. I bought them all boogie boards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/StJTE2pZi5I/AAAAAAAABvA/Sj0p95vnZOw/s1600-h/2009+trip+to+NASA+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/StJTE2pZi5I/AAAAAAAABvA/Sj0p95vnZOw/s320/2009+trip+to+NASA+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391463046769642386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lastly, I think Jan (my friend who came with me) would appreciate this.  The main thing I learned about this trip is that it's ok to OVER PACK!  Because it was so chilly I really didn't think we would swim, so I didn't pack sufficient swimming gear and neither did Jan.  To spare the details--- Just imagine how much sand can get in your underclothes when you are being pounded by waves for 3 hours....and imagine how they feel when you have to wear them the next day :) "nuff said"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/StJS3I4WFUI/AAAAAAAABu4/--5LaHVTDQg/s1600-h/2009+trip+to+NASA+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/StJS3I4WFUI/AAAAAAAABu4/--5LaHVTDQg/s320/2009+trip+to+NASA+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391462811145999682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Homeschooling is awesome!  I praise God we get to take field trips like this that bond us as a family and grow us as students!  I hope they remember these things for the rest of their lives!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-1448965864614101365?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/1448965864614101365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=1448965864614101365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/1448965864614101365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/1448965864614101365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-want-to-move-to-mars.html' title='I want to move to Mars!'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/StJUY28dQdI/AAAAAAAABvg/bJgFIxHo3-I/s72-c/2009+trip+to+NASA+093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-899437209207666809</id><published>2009-09-13T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T18:52:43.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhea Sunshine-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SrLnH700M1I/AAAAAAAABt0/jWm-HjsQi5k/s1600-h/R5bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SrLnH700M1I/AAAAAAAABt0/jWm-HjsQi5k/s320/R5bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382618628165481298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sweet middle child turns 6 today. As tears fill my eyes, I simply cannot imagine where the time went. Although she has always been a little "big for her britches" it was just yesterday she was taking her first step. In her short 6 years, she has aged so well. Talking before her big brother, potty training herself-before I even thought about it, learning to read on her own...she's always been "older than what she is. A couple of years ago, she asked me "Mom, when am I going to be a teenager?!" She wants be big in every way. She's also always been a spiritual little giant. If you mentioned you needed prayer around her, she would pray every night for that issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SrLnHfURZ7I/AAAAAAAABts/_JXwd8jFdPA/s1600-h/R8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SrLnHfURZ7I/AAAAAAAABts/_JXwd8jFdPA/s320/R8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382618620512790450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She always been my deep thinker. "Mom, how come God made girls and boys"....Mom, why can't we just be born in Heaven where everything is fun?" "Mom, why did God make darkness, didn't he know it makes little kids scared?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SrLnIafdksI/AAAAAAAABt8/IyvJL7qVowg/s1600-h/R1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SrLnIafdksI/AAAAAAAABt8/IyvJL7qVowg/s320/R1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382618636397417154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm a bit biased, but she is a beautiful person.  I praise God that she got her sensitivity from my sister, her quiet integrity from her Daddy, and her love of people from me.  My prayer for her, since she was very small, that God would use this quiet spirit as a servant in His Kingdom.  That she would delight in helping others.  It is sorta working.  If Abby, her little sister, wasn't so independant, Rhea would be her little mommy.  She is constantly trying to talk sweetly to her and help her in situations.  She does the same with me.  She'll rub my head and tell me she loves me, she tries to make me laugh when I'm upset, and she loves to embellish on stories.  OH what an imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my little Rhea Sunshine is growing right before my eyes.  I simply do not want to wake up tomorrow and take her to get her diver's license, but that is how it seems it will be.  I was a 8th grade volleyball game of a friend of mine, who yesterday was toddlering around and still in diapers.  I didn't realize that parents are the ones that get the growing pains!  Oh Lord, may I raise a God-loving and God-fearing little lady that strives to please you in all she does.  Thank you for blessing my life with her as you loan me to her for a short lifetime.  May she call you her Savior so that she can live for eternity in your love and grace.....Thank you Lord for my Sunshine!&lt;br /&gt;Love you little Rhea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-899437209207666809?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/899437209207666809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=899437209207666809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/899437209207666809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/899437209207666809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2009/09/rhea-sunshine.html' title='Rhea Sunshine-'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SrLnH700M1I/AAAAAAAABt0/jWm-HjsQi5k/s72-c/R5bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-2757296565488593929</id><published>2009-09-04T16:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T18:05:23.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Week Of Homeschool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SqGiBt569mI/AAAAAAAABtk/DZOB9jKSSgY/s1600-h/IMG_0426%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SqGiBt569mI/AAAAAAAABtk/DZOB9jKSSgY/s320/IMG_0426%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377757580443186786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our very first day of homeshool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooooo blessed to be able to homeschool my sweet babies.  I've heard all kinds of comments "WHY would you do that?"  "Are you crazy?"  "What pocessed you?"  "Of course you are..."  and things like "you are going to be awesome" "I wish I could do that" and many many more encouraging phrases from friends and family.  But I would like to answer the question WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has given each of us different gifts and talents we are to use for His glory.  Although I tried and tried to deny it, my God-given gift is teaching (all ages and all things)  As far back as I can remember I wanted to coach and teach.  I thought I would ALWAYS be coaching.  What I didn't realize is that  coaching is just teaching with enthusiam and passion.  Ever since Isaac was in my womb I wanted to teach him.  I saw him in every 7th grade Texas History student I had, every little 8th grade volleyball player...I just new I wanted to be the encourager, passionate teacher in his life.  I didn't necessarily want to homeschool...I just wanted to be his teacher.  So God has given me 13 years of experience of teaching and coaching...it ONLY makes sense :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SqGiBt569mI/AAAAAAAABtk/DZOB9jKSSgY/s1600-h/IMG_0426%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/_0y1cn3OouNU/SqGiBIppvhI/AAAAAAAABtc/ae7n5vpET1Y/s1600-h/IMG_0438%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SqGiBIppvhI/AAAAAAAABtc/ae7n5vpET1Y/s320/IMG_0438%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377757570442837522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kids at the Science and History Museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I sent Isaac off to kindergarten I cried like a baby for the first 2 weeks.  And off and on through out that entire year.  It was hard to be with him all day-- everyday to all of a sudden gone 7.5 hours away from me and in who knows what kind of influences.  But I trudged on.  Then First grade came.  He had a great year and he LOVED school...but I missed him!    We were yelling to beat the clock from sun up and racing to get some kind of "family" time in at sun down.  Our lives were so crazy I hated it.  I wanted to pull him out half way so I could just simply be with him.  I couldn't bear going thru that with my Rhea and eventually Abby!  I wanted to put the time and energy I was putting in other students into MY VERY OWN children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SqGiAn3LBgI/AAAAAAAABtU/1SA0U8AdO8c/s1600-h/IMG_0430%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SqGiAn3LBgI/AAAAAAAABtU/1SA0U8AdO8c/s320/IMG_0430%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377757561641174530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we made astronomy notebooks for all the cool things they will do this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only been a week--but as I told a friend today, if this is any indication of how this year is going to be then I can't wait!  I LOVE knowing EVERYTHING they are learning (how many times have you asked you son/daughter what they learned...and all you get is 'i dunno').  Now we can expand, discuss and grow as a family!  I love the fact that they will learn reading, writing, history, science and everything using God's word.  For example, for Rhea's writing assignment she was to dictate a verse.  She's learning penmanship and scripture at the same time!  Above is our first Science project.  We are studying Astronomy...from the perspective of Genesis 1:14-19.  We get to praise God on a daily basis for His creation!  Abby is even learning what the planets are named.  Her favorite Venus because we chose a pink balloon to represent it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not naive to think that every week is going to be so exciting.  I am worried that I want to cram in EVERYTHING and do EVERYTHING so fast.  I am leary of fatigue, bickering (which has occured a lot), and frustration.  I have experienced many 'I don't want-to's' and "this is borings" and have seen behavior that would NEVER  be tolerated in a public school.  I know the enemy HATES the fact I am spending loving, quality time with my kids and raising them to fear an Awesome God.  I'm prepared for attacks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also expecting blessings, tender moments, and a chance to know my kids better than ever before.  Why am I homeschooling?  Because I am suppose to....not because the public school stinks (it really doesn't at all!)  not because I'm anti-social or think my kids will be influenced badly, not because everyone else is doing it....I am homeschooling because God made me a teacher  and I have a house full of students that will get me 24 hrs a day!  I am blessed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SqGiATnmKII/AAAAAAAABtM/gzQmUyrASpI/s1600-h/IMG_0428%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SqGiATnmKII/AAAAAAAABtM/gzQmUyrASpI/s320/IMG_0428%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377757556207134850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes there are nine(eight if you don't count pluto) planets and a sun.  They are  poportionate in size according to their actual size. and the orange wierd one is Saturn with it's rings :)&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/7202945428648673741-2757296565488593929?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2757296565488593929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=2757296565488593929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/2757296565488593929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/2757296565488593929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-week-of-homeschool.html' title='First Week Of Homeschool!'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SqGiBt569mI/AAAAAAAABtk/DZOB9jKSSgY/s72-c/IMG_0426%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-1139155402651260636</id><published>2009-07-26T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T13:59:01.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Asked...</title><content type='html'>When asked, "What is it about Heidi that makes her beautiful to you?"  Marty answered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I could talk all day about how utterly gorgeous, beautiful and sexy my sweetheart is on the outside.  One of the things that makes her so beautiful to me is she works hard at and wants to take good care of herself physically.  It not only motivates me but I personally think it shows how gorgeous she looks on the outside.  But my sweetheart's outer beauty is only a small part of her whole beauty package.  You should see how God has put her heart together.  She is a passionate woman.  This is evident to anyone that knows her.  About what you might say?  EVERYTHING!  She is the absolute funnest person I have ever known.  I haven't appreciated that attribute enough but it is definitely a part of what makes her so beautiful to me.  But without a doubt her most beautiful quality to me is she is the most incredible "lover" a man could ever want.  By that I mean her passion and how she loves others, including me!! That has and always will be one of the most attractive features about her.  She doesn't just love you but she loves you passionately and with all her heart.  What more could a man or friend ever want or desire in life from another."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-1139155402651260636?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/1139155402651260636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=1139155402651260636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/1139155402651260636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/1139155402651260636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-asked.html' title='When Asked...'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-7545768756486980833</id><published>2009-06-30T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:12:59.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller Coaster Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SkrRWlcuE8I/AAAAAAAABs0/m53AqzDIdgs/s1600-h/IMG_0313%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SkrRWlcuE8I/AAAAAAAABs0/m53AqzDIdgs/s320/IMG_0313%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353321293023155138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went to Six Flags.  We bought season passes this year and has already proven to be a great investment.  We took a couple of friends.  Isaac brought his best bud who happens to be just 2 inches taller which puts him in another "ride bracket"  His buddy can ride the 52" rides but Isaac can only ride the 48" ones.  However, the TITAN at Six Flags requires you to be only 48" to ride.  His buddy is definitely the "thrill seeker" and couldn't wait to ride the BIG one.  Isaac was all talk :)  So we took the long walk to the Titan.  Left the other yellow belly folk behind....  Isaac was very apprehensive but kept walking with us.  Side bar:  I AM a thrill seeker, however the older I've gotten the worst my fear of heights have gotten.  i am learning it's not even worth the muscle tension for the 'thrill'.  So the Titan is a big height's ride.....Isaac held my hand all the way up the walk.  Keeping one eye on the coaster and one eye on the exit he clung to my hand hoping the courage he wanted would miraculously seep from me into him.  We stood in line and he held onto me as if he was making the choice to play Russian roulette or not.  I assured him over and over that he did NOT have to ride, but he would have fun if he did and he would be very proud of himself too.  (secretly I was hoping he'd chicken out)  And then is was our turn.  With false boldness he stepped onto the car.  He was very worried that there was nothing over his shoulders.  And so was I.  He said, "mom, I get to call Daddy and tell him I did this!"  He wanted my hand on him tightly, and I wanted it there too.  Side bar:  The Titan goes 90 miles per hour and reaches over 25 stories.  Two things that would make any mom a little quezzy sending their 7 yr. old baby on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up the incline.  I saw the fear in Isaac and I was coaching him along the way.  Trying to point out the positive, "hey look at that you can see the new Cowboy stadium, look how cool, those people look like ants"  He was buying it.  And then BOOM, down we go.  And when you think you should stop dropping, you drop some more.  We were whooping and yelling and having a blast.  He did it!  He enjoyed it!  He was so proud of himself, and I was proud of Him!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SkrR20UXuHI/AAAAAAAABs8/bM-sK54_X7M/s1600-h/IMG_0323%5B1%5D"&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/_0y1cn3OouNU/SkrR20UXuHI/AAAAAAAABs8/bM-sK54_X7M/s320/IMG_0323%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353321846770481266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were walking back I realized that not once did I have that fear I normally do when I do something stupid.  I wasn't even worried about the heights, the "black out" point, the speed, the what ifs...my only concern was my son.  My focus was on his well-being, his joy, his desire to overcome.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is definitely full of drop offs, spins, loops and crazy-intense moments.  And most of the time we are so focused on our non-contentment, our fears, our worries that we simply forget the one sitting next to us.  We are trained to be selfish- although our call is to be selfLESS!  When I focused 100% on someone else I actually enjoyed the ride.  I think that is how life as a Christian is suppose to be.  Get our mind off our self and help our neighbor be a little more comfortable.  Think how church would be if we lived like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm honored that I got to be there for Isaac's first roller coaster ride!  I praise God that I got to see his face light up.  I hope and pray that I can come along side many in my life to encourage, lift up and help them have a better ride.  Come with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SkrR3ITUBAI/AAAAAAAABtE/osCCXPce67c/s1600-h/IMG_0321%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SkrR3ITUBAI/AAAAAAAABtE/osCCXPce67c/s320/IMG_0321%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353321852134753282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-7545768756486980833?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7545768756486980833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=7545768756486980833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/7545768756486980833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/7545768756486980833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2009/06/roller-coaster-life.html' title='Roller Coaster Life'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SkrRWlcuE8I/AAAAAAAABs0/m53AqzDIdgs/s72-c/IMG_0313%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-2234420193728539197</id><published>2009-05-29T15:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:48:15.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abby Mae---3 years.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SiBi4q1wxxI/AAAAAAAABsE/zNydraRjDhU/s1600-h/IMG0256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SiBi4q1wxxI/AAAAAAAABsE/zNydraRjDhU/s320/IMG0256.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341377883773388562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I heard a lady talking about blogging the other day and how it is a new way to journal and keep a chronicle of life.  I do admit since Facebook has entered my life, I've neglected my blog AND my journal.  I'm not sure if these exact posts will be around when my children are grown up, but just in case they do, I'd like to blog a few things about them every once in awhile.  JUST to prove to them how much blessings, pain, laughter and tears they brought me throughout the years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SiBlBnw2U2I/AAAAAAAABsk/X8Gjo1J7iUM/s1600-h/IMG0248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SiBlBnw2U2I/AAAAAAAABsk/X8Gjo1J7iUM/s320/IMG0248.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341380236589552482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby turned three.  As some of you know, Abby was the 1/3 of our children that we did not time out perfectly planned.  She was a "I think I have the flu" baby!  My pregnancy with her was not physically as hard but mentally definitely the hardest.  I went into some kind of depression that had me so irrational, looking back now I scared myself.  Unfortunately those moments of dark thoughts still creep in every now and again.  Do I blame Abby?  No, however, she often times is the trigger to my lack of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SiBl-f4AmGI/AAAAAAAABss/Y2741sRP_Os/s1600-h/CIMG6916.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/_0y1cn3OouNU/SiBl-f4AmGI/AAAAAAAABss/Y2741sRP_Os/s320/CIMG6916.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341381282444122210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby is a lover.  She will sit in your lap and pet you explaining how booootiful you are.  She hugs and kisses me more than the other two combine.  She is also very funny.  Ever since she was tiny she tried to get us to laugh.  Walking out with buckets on her head, carrots up her nose, soap in hair...something to get a smile.  On the flip side Abby is our strong willed child.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SiBi43GCauI/AAAAAAAABsM/HFzmJ4EHMwQ/s1600-h/IMG0185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SiBi43GCauI/AAAAAAAABsM/HFzmJ4EHMwQ/s320/IMG0185.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341377887062878946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When James Dobson talked about Strong-Willed children, and my friends said they have a "strong-willed" child, in my stupidity I thought they weren't disciplining like they should...or "they must be bad parents" etc.,  God "got me for that one"!  Strong will does not necessarily mean disobedient..but definitely has it's moments.  When I say Abby is strong will, this is what I mean.  If she wants a cookie (most 2-3 years will throw a fit).  That's Abby's first stage.  When she has not broken me down...she moves on to the next step.  Pleading.  Yes, my three year old pleads and explains why she should have the cookie.  "But mommy, rhea got one lastgo" (means last night).  Still when I haven't given in, she goes to step 3.  Keep in mind this is over a period of several hours.  She will not forget she asked for a cookie.  Third step is to take matters into her own hands.  She will sneak, ask another member of the family or WAIT until the next day.  She has AMAZING tenacity and I'm sorry to say that on many occasions my little angel has won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SiBi5KS875I/AAAAAAAABsU/BVbT-BChw14/s1600-h/IMG0289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SiBi5KS875I/AAAAAAAABsU/BVbT-BChw14/s320/IMG0289.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341377892217319314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many more stories about her passion to get her way, but I'm worn out just thinking about it!  All that to say, I think God will use someone like that!  As a matter of fact when we were vacationing with my parent, all three grandkids where in the car for 7 hours with 4 adults.  Not for a 2 minute time period did Abby be quiet.  She laughed, squeeled, cried, whined, sang and whatever else to keep herself stay awake; driving everyone else crazy.  My Dad laughed "She's just like you Heidi".  Little did he know I cried that night.  Poor child is like me!  I do have a will and it has to be broken quite often!  Praise God He is a good will breaker....and a will taker.  My prayer for Abby is that she will use her will for furthering the Kingdom of God at a very early age....He is the one who designed her this way and I know He will use it for the good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SiBi5VzxyRI/AAAAAAAABsc/p129OvfYFb4/s1600-h/IMG0254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SiBi5VzxyRI/AAAAAAAABsc/p129OvfYFb4/s320/IMG0254.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341377895307790610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby is the first to push you but the first to say "I'm sorry"  She's always the first to say please and thank you, but if she wants something from your plate she simply helps herself, she's been known to get out of bed and go scratch her older sister for no reason...and later ends up snuggled so close to her you can't see between them....She is our instigator in both peace and war...she is smart (a little too much for her own good)  She is our blessing!  Thank you Lord for Abby.  Happy Birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-2234420193728539197?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2234420193728539197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=2234420193728539197' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/2234420193728539197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/2234420193728539197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2009/05/abby-mae-3-years.html' title='Abby Mae---3 years.'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SiBi4q1wxxI/AAAAAAAABsE/zNydraRjDhU/s72-c/IMG0256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-1118847371042297581</id><published>2009-04-19T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T19:34:55.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Few things about my Kids-</title><content type='html'>So I've kept a journal with writings about my kids.  The quirky things they do, funny things they say, silly things they may have done....but I can't find it!  So I decided to blog it instead so that I have some kind of documentation one day.  Even if no one reads it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac-  Such a sweet little guy.  Growing right before my eyes.  You are so determined at everything you do.  You've started playing soccer and have soaked in as much as you can.  You practice everyday and really want to be good.  You love making good grades.  You really like your teacher and want to please her.  You have made straight A's all year and really like school.  Lately you've been asking to be baptized.  You really want to serve Jesus and have done so well studying and memorizing scripture.  You've finished your AWANA book with a breeze and LOVE to go to church!  We are so blessed.  You are an awesome big brother.  I totally trust you watching over your big sisters. You get them breakfast, put their shows on, and talk to them so sweetly.  You and Rhea played checkers together tonight for about an hour....you play really well with Rhea (Abby not so much....but not because you don't try!)  You are going to be mighty in the Kingdom of God!  I love you so much. My prayer is that you desire to serve Jesus with all your heart, your mind and your might!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhea-  You are so beautiful! Inside and out!  I really enjoy talking to you.  You pick up EVERYTHING!  I cannot sneak anything past you.  So smart and want to be involved in all our adult conversations.  Tonight you were quoting to me your scripture verse "trust in the Lord with all your heart, don't lean on your own understanding, acknowledge Him and he will make your paths straight."  I asked you what that meant and you said  "God will help our sins not get curly"  One time we were talking about lying (sometimes you have a tendency to lie)  When I asked you why you do that, you said "Satan gets in my heart and makes me do it."  Well I explained if the Holy Spirit is there He can wipe out Satan...we need to pray for strength to overcome. So we prayed in Jesus' name... You started laughing.  Why?  You said "It tickles!...Jesus is cleaning my heart...I'm not going to lie anymore!"  I love you my precious daughter.  My prayer for you now is that you and I will be close friends and able to spur one another on for Jesus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abs--Oh Abby!  My sweetie.  I just want to love you, squeeze you, kiss you all over!  You are our strong-willed child.  If you want something...you will get it.  You will try EVERYTHING in you power, including being cute, begging, crying, manipulating, sneaking, or even waiting until the next day.  You wear me out!  You wear your brother and sister out too.  You will sit next to them and just put your hand right in front of them...scratching them, poking them just sitting right beside them bugging the fool out of them.  You are relentless...never stopping.  I pray that this desire, this strong will be for our Jesus..you will do EVERYTHING in your power to serve Him.  You are so stinking cute though and so smart. Already singing your ABC's quoting scripture right along your sister, and you love to sing.  Your favorite thing to eat is chips!  You call them "crackers".  You call bandaids "boondaids" and need one daily.  When you are thirsty you say "I want thirsty"  My favorite thing to do with you is snuggle and love on you.  You'll stroke my hair, rub my face and say "momma you so pretty" (you probably have an alterior motive :)  I love you my sweet abby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-1118847371042297581?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/1118847371042297581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=1118847371042297581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/1118847371042297581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/1118847371042297581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2009/04/few-things-about-my-kids.html' title='Few things about my Kids-'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-8166093910603982019</id><published>2009-03-03T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:18:26.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A long long time...</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a way long time...but seriously I upload photos and notes all the time to facebook,,,I just don't have time to do it twice!  SO if you're not on facebook, you're missing out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still crazy here....one day I'll have time to write and focus on my blog ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-8166093910603982019?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8166093910603982019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=8166093910603982019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/8166093910603982019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/8166093910603982019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-long-time.html' title='A long long time...'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-3225105571267881231</id><published>2008-12-14T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:00:30.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Card 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e546b314f5445304d513d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Christmas Card 2008" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e546b314f5445304d513d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=hallmark&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks/?partner=hallmark" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-3225105571267881231?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3225105571267881231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=3225105571267881231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/3225105571267881231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/3225105571267881231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-card-2008.html' title='Christmas Card 2008'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-4951412431935456677</id><published>2008-10-28T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:14:23.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons</title><content type='html'>A chill in the air, a cold wind, orange, red, yellow....apples, pumpkins, longer nights.  This all adds up to one thing:  AUTUMN.  And I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, fires in the fireplace, Christmas, warm beds, hot chili.....yummy WINTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, new life, green, warmth, colors, birds, bugs, easter....Spring... I like that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming, sunbathing, vacationing, no school....SUMMER, Love it too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the seasons.  It seems whatever season we're in is my favorite one.  So my conclusion is I like change.  I am NOT happy doing the same thing over and over.  I need variety, a new scenery.  Maybe because my parents moved a lot when I was little...I'm not sure, but I thrive on change... I'm always trying to find something better I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well change has been happening around the McKee house.  My kids are growing.  In fact, Isaac's face has changed a lot, he lost his FIRST tooth today at school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SQfDnrYOVAI/AAAAAAAABLY/K8_6kM_exQw/s1600-h/CIMG6354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SQfDnrYOVAI/AAAAAAAABLY/K8_6kM_exQw/s320/CIMG6354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262389776032355330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't think it's bad to like change.....so why would I be so lax in my spiritual growth.  Why am I content with NOT going deeper, NOT pushing myself, NOT getting out of my comfort zone.  I seem to crave it in every other aspect of my life: my weight, my job, my furniture, my income, my attitude........So, my prayer is that I choose CHANGE, live out the fact that Christ has taken this full blown sinner and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;changed&lt;/span&gt; her into a spotless princess...so why don't I change into that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-4951412431935456677?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4951412431935456677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=4951412431935456677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/4951412431935456677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/4951412431935456677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2008/10/seasons.html' title='Seasons'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SQfDnrYOVAI/AAAAAAAABLY/K8_6kM_exQw/s72-c/CIMG6354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-7409197651029310360</id><published>2008-10-08T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:39:09.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day late and dollar short...</title><content type='html'>Sorry my blog browsers- I've let you down.  The fact is, I'm crazy addicted now to Facebook.  If you want to know a day to day account of the Mckee's -- Sign on!  School has started, my &lt;a href="http://www.mythirtyone.com/heidi31"&gt;Thirty One Business&lt;/a&gt; is crazy booming, church is on fire, my kids are growing, reading, playing, and taking life by the horns!  Marty turns 41 TODAY!  I'm so honored to be in love with him more and more (BTW...go see &lt;a href="http://www.fireproofyourmarriage.com/"&gt;FIREPOOF&lt;/a&gt;)  And bring every married friend you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok- so is that enough to keep you posted??? I do have some adorable pics on facebook...Rhea's birthday, our new dog AND cat, Abby's haircut.  So those that want to stay posted (Velvet, Sunny etc.) Go to facebook and stay in touch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is Good---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-7409197651029310360?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7409197651029310360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=7409197651029310360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/7409197651029310360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/7409197651029310360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-late-and-dollar-short.html' title='A day late and dollar short...'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-5411802740694152934</id><published>2008-07-31T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T17:59:17.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>60 Year Anniversary Poem</title><content type='html'>I was in charge of making my grandparent's 60th anniversary party programs.  I wanted to use a picture of them when they began and a picture 60 years later.  So I had to have a "filler"  I spent countless hours of looking for the perfect scripture or poem SOMETHING that would work.  I got so fed up that I wrote my own.  SO I'm posting it for those that are looking for that perfect 60th anniversary poem--I have one :)  And then I added a link to Youtube so you can see my little Rhea sing, at the request of my Grandy, at the celebration.  BTW--my favorite quote at this event was from my Papa.  "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sixty years is a long time, but divorce never once came to mind ever....murder a couple of times, but NEVER divorce." &lt;/span&gt; They were so precious! For more pictures and music go to my facebook-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A DIAMOND EVENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say 60 years is a diamond event,&lt;br /&gt;How true it must be,&lt;br /&gt;For a diamond is the rarest of all stones,&lt;br /&gt;The most pleasing for the eye to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although diamonds occur naturally,&lt;br /&gt;Through pain and fire it must go.&lt;br /&gt;As like 60 years together,&lt;br /&gt;It comes out with a shiny glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The diamond is solid,&lt;br /&gt;And the hardest rock on earth,&lt;br /&gt;Will withstand the harshest of elements,&lt;br /&gt;And holds the highest worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy to see why the diamond&lt;br /&gt;Represents 60 years of love,&lt;br /&gt;A precious union ordained&lt;br /&gt;By the Lord God above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being our diamond&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Dad, Grandy, Pa,&lt;br /&gt;You have begun a beautiful legacy&lt;br /&gt;And have set the goal high for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is my little rhea-- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mxuRRYnCs-Y"&gt;If I were a butterfly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-5411802740694152934?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/5411802740694152934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=5411802740694152934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/5411802740694152934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/5411802740694152934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2008/07/60-year-anniversary-poem.html' title='60 Year Anniversary Poem'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-7925544427116616771</id><published>2008-06-26T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T19:25:59.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy, Jubilation, Jetlag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SGQ8i2ddbRI/AAAAAAAABKI/a0NfoYdY89Q/s1600-h/CIMG0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 170px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SGQ8i2ddbRI/AAAAAAAABKI/a0NfoYdY89Q/s200/CIMG0224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216360837834173714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOY---being with my sister&lt;/span&gt;.  Seeing her life, how she lives, loves and laughs.  I now can understand her struggles, her excitement, her heart.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;JOY&lt;/span&gt;--because I've learned so much about myself, my cultural dependances, my limitations.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;JOY&lt;/span&gt;--because I see God working in totally different ways than I ever thought possible  AND the people I met!  The ones that left everything to serve, the ones who lost everything to believe...the ones that have nothing but hope.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;JOY&lt;/span&gt;-- to see the Black Sea, and to see my son's face when he caught a jellyfish and to see the bond my first born and my best friend have although we are million miles apart.  The&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; JOY&lt;/span&gt; overflows having spent 11 days with my sister and my son :) (and bro-in-law).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-77b7684f3fabd62b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D77b7684f3fabd62b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331775944%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D40086728E7AB67BF5B90D4EA9AE76993A1DB966C.59D7368B4EE08CA5A0A400CD9EBD0E4A43CEB8F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D77b7684f3fabd62b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLZc8Jt75xVUm_1ECvnIhtOb6kO4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D77b7684f3fabd62b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331775944%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D40086728E7AB67BF5B90D4EA9AE76993A1DB966C.59D7368B4EE08CA5A0A400CD9EBD0E4A43CEB8F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D77b7684f3fabd62b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLZc8Jt75xVUm_1ECvnIhtOb6kO4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; JUBILATION--The laughter we had!  We attended a traditional Ukrainian birthday celebration.  The lady turned 70 and she ENTERTAINED us.  The guests came prepared with a toast and we are 'instructed' to drink to the toast.  If you don't it's offensive.  After 15-20 'toasts' naturally, dancing is next.  Please watch the video to the end---and you will also feel the jubilation Isaac felt!  We had so many laughs I'm not sure what else to post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SGRIVTJuwiI/AAAAAAAABKQ/-DbtOrcU31w/s1600-h/CIMG0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SGRIVTJuwiI/AAAAAAAABKQ/-DbtOrcU31w/s200/CIMG0204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216373799157416482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SGRJbfTLUKI/AAAAAAAABKg/0fAYy6Motvc/s1600-h/CIMG0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SGRJbfTLUKI/AAAAAAAABKg/0fAYy6Motvc/s200/CIMG0206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216375005009105058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SGRIVTJuwiI/AAAAAAAABKQ/-DbtOrcU31w/s1600-h/CIMG0204.JPG"&gt;JETLAG began on our train ride from Crimea.  Tammy and Matt live on the southern most part of Ukraine, in the big penisula known as Crimea.  The Capital of Ukraine--Kiev is 18 hours away by train.  So we took a sleeper train all the way.  Isaac loved it, but I was so worried he'd fall off the top bunk I didn't get a wink of sleep!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course we had to get on a plane for 10.5 hours....when we got to NY- our plane was delayed and we had a layover for 9 more hours.  We didn't get home until 4 am!  after traveling for 24 hours---jetlag was a very familiar feeling!  But I would do it again for the experiences we had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple other major highlights:  First--My time with the orphans!  OMY---&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SGRNqCUM3fI/AAAAAAAABKo/h9CpVs2purk/s1600-h/CIMG0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SGRNqCUM3fI/AAAAAAAABKo/h9CpVs2purk/s200/CIMG0108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216379652973321714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't even describe it.  I have cried a lot about it, and I feel so helpless.  I just simply pray.  One thing---Tammy is making an AMAZING impact on the little lives that otherwise wouldn't have anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly is how amazed I was at the progress Matt is doing on the house they are building.  He's doing all of it from bottom to top.  This picture doesn't do it justice---but I'm so excited.  Especially because the people they are ministering feel so connected to them and trust them.  Way to go Matt!                                                         &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SGRNqqtBpoI/AAAAAAAABKw/o6_dElNlIKM/s1600-h/CIMG0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SGRNqqtBpoI/AAAAAAAABKw/o6_dElNlIKM/s200/CIMG0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216379663814862466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Matt and Tammy dropped us off, Isaac started to cry, he said "remember a long time ago when I got hurt and I tried not to cry?" "yes, baby what is it?" "I'm trying not to cry and I can't help it" He said it all. The bittersweet goodbye, knowing I won't get to wake up and have breakfast with my sister for a very long time, knowing that she and Matt will press on doing God's work without me beside them, It was sad....but so rewarding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are SOOO many things we did!  So many people we met!  So many lessons learned!  If you have a minute I'll tell you!  Thanks for your prayers and financial support!  It was so amazing to encourage the most amazing missionaries I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SGRIVTJuwiI/AAAAAAAABKQ/-DbtOrcU31w/s1600-h/CIMG0204.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-7925544427116616771?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=77b7684f3fabd62b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7925544427116616771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=7925544427116616771' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/7925544427116616771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/7925544427116616771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2008/06/joy-jubilation-jetlag.html' title='Joy, Jubilation, Jetlag'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SGQ8i2ddbRI/AAAAAAAABKI/a0NfoYdY89Q/s72-c/CIMG0224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-5423345916206672572</id><published>2008-06-15T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T04:54:28.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ukraine Trip so Far!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SFT6lokackI/AAAAAAAABKA/nmB8uVZCAgM/s200/heidi5.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212066193226756674" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SFT41CM0QTI/AAAAAAAABJY/Sc-jq89x-y0/s1600-h/isaacgirls.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are off from DFW!  In great spirits and excited about the adventures that lie ahead.  We made it and actually in the past 3 days I've learned more than I can imagine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SFT6laUlf8I/AAAAAAAABJ4/OUv0RlihYUU/s1600-h/heidi4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SFT6laUlf8I/AAAAAAAABJ4/OUv0RlihYUU/s200/heidi4.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212066189402275778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From one plane to the other---we were in 4 different airports 3 different planes, lots of delays and hours later, we made it to Ukraine (without our luggage!  Lesson 1, always carry the address and phone number of the person you are visiting.  I wasn't able to tell them airlines where I was going...it was in another part of the country!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SFT6lALMBNI/AAAAAAAABJw/0-i3h-pXE1A/s1600-h/heidi3.gif"&gt;The good thing about no luggage, is that we didn't have "go through customs"  Since our plane was delayed 3 hours from JFK, my sister was waiting at the Kiew airport for hours, at the exit with camera in hand In Ukraine, they don't let you know when the plane is coming.  So she stood there taking pictures of every 'mother and son type" until we came!  It didn't take AS long because no one had to check our bags.  It was a delight to see her!  I actually cried!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;After landing in Kiev, we directly went another airport to take a plane to Simperofol. I was a little spacey at this point....ok, I still am :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SFT6lALMBNI/AAAAAAAABJw/0-i3h-pXE1A/s200/heidi3.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212066182383535314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank God for the red bomb!  Matt picked us up at the Simperfol airport and we went home and literally crashed!  It was so good to be in Tammy's home.  Lesson 2...the roads ARE really bumpy here.  Lesson 3  I learned how to go on a squatty potty...you have to have really strong quad muscles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SFT41CM0QTI/AAAAAAAABJY/Sc-jq89x-y0/s1600-h/isaacgirls.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SFT4aZJd1II/AAAAAAAABI4/v7x8QauzNj0/s1600-h/heidispeaking.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SFT4aZJd1II/AAAAAAAABI4/v7x8QauzNj0/s200/heidispeaking.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212063801085383810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day Tammy had a "women's tea" set up at her church.  The theme was Women of Strength, and I was the main speaker!  (I'm international now ha)  Lesson 4...I'm not really good when I actually have to pause to think about what to say.  I'm better when I can just have a my mouth run.  I had a translator, the people were great.  Lesson 5...I'm a VERY social person, and I DO NOT like the language barrier.  I Want to get to know these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SFT4afPbPeI/AAAAAAAABJA/9W4kMYdhY-Q/s1600-h/womenstea.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SFT4afPbPeI/AAAAAAAABJA/9W4kMYdhY-Q/s200/womenstea.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212063802720992738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SFT4a_7tgOI/AAAAAAAABJI/vLH1LhCpDRA/s1600-h/isaac.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SFT4a_7tgOI/AAAAAAAABJI/vLH1LhCpDRA/s200/isaac.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212063811496673506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SFT4bBZa8UI/AAAAAAAABJQ/Dk4wYupma3A/s1600-h/heiditammysinging.gif" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Isaac really hadn't had any culture shock at all.  He fits right in and actually can say 2 Russian words.  He participated in the women's tea craft.  He has been so patient, and so sweet.  Doing everything we ask.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SFT4bBZa8UI/AAAAAAAABJQ/Dk4wYupma3A/s200/heiditammysinging.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212063811889721666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At church Tammy and I sang a special. They had the words in Russian on the screen. Lesson 5...you can worship in any language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SFT41CM0QTI/AAAAAAAABJY/Sc-jq89x-y0/s200/isaacgirls.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212064258781888818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isaac made some friends with another missionaries daughters.  They REALLY liked him and wanted to be RIGHT beside him the entire time.  It made him feel like home, with his two sisters...which he misses by the way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SFT3OKQF65I/AAAAAAAABIw/BIyLwp4un6A/s1600-h/tammyandisaac.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SFT3OKQF65I/AAAAAAAABIw/BIyLwp4un6A/s200/tammyandisaac.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212062491416587154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;This is Tammy's front porch area where they live.  It cracks me up because on the outside of the gate is dusty, old, rundown roads with giant potholes, no greenery or landscape, then you walk in a big iron/brick gate to an oasis.  Cherry trees, roses, veggies, plums.  It's beautiful.  Lesson 6 Ukrainians utilize every space they have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SFT6k9nNg5I/AAAAAAAABJo/A2tE_CJ0p-o/s1600-h/heidi2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SFT6k9nNg5I/AAAAAAAABJo/A2tE_CJ0p-o/s200/heidi2.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212066181695767442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;Our trips to the market have been few, but VERY interesting to Isaac.  He hates walking but loves the fish, meat, and random things all over the place.  LEsson 7... I take Walmart for granted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SFT6kiDY5sI/AAAAAAAABJg/xwhNB2-EP9w/s1600-h/heidi1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SFT6kiDY5sI/AAAAAAAABJg/xwhNB2-EP9w/s200/heidi1.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212066174297761474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what we're doing today.....Planning trips to the beach, visiting friends and on the road all next week.  Just wanted to keep you up to speed on the amazing journey so far!  God is so good.  Lesson 7...I love being with my sister!  Lesson 8... I miss my husband and girls with all my body!   More pictures and blog to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-5423345916206672572?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/5423345916206672572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=5423345916206672572' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/5423345916206672572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/5423345916206672572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2008/06/ukraine-trip-so-far.html' title='Ukraine Trip so Far!'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SFT6lokackI/AAAAAAAABKA/nmB8uVZCAgM/s72-c/heidi5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-4111648816797397902</id><published>2008-06-04T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T17:38:02.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beninnings and Ends</title><content type='html'>"What Time is It? Summer Time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is officially here at the McKee house...And surprisingly I CRIED on Isaac's last day of kindergarten. (Have no idea why?)  But we have so much to look forward to this summer.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SEcz7B17TBI/AAAAAAAABH4/0Qg3cXnMOO4/s1600-h/CIMG5923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SEcz7B17TBI/AAAAAAAABH4/0Qg3cXnMOO4/s200/CIMG5923.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208188583277186066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SEc1FuVkKhI/AAAAAAAABII/mn82A-937tk/s1600-h/CIMG5922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SEc1FuVkKhI/AAAAAAAABII/mn82A-937tk/s200/CIMG5922.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208189866531367442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off with a visit from one my dearest and wisest friends!  She and her kids visited for the day and we enjoyed SUMMER!  Watching the kids play in the pool, getting sun ourselves, talking about what matters in life: meals, diapers, and church!  &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SEcz7GOoeII/AAAAAAAABIA/VCV8L36Gu1w/s1600-h/CIMG5916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SEcz7GOoeII/AAAAAAAABIA/VCV8L36Gu1w/s200/CIMG5916.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208188584454551682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SEc1F8jYxGI/AAAAAAAABIQ/YxDD7ztWJJ8/s1600-h/CIMG5919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SEc1F8jYxGI/AAAAAAAABIQ/YxDD7ztWJJ8/s200/CIMG5919.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208189870347437154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(my kids and Velvet's kids)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I got to visit with Velvet, Jenny and Candace at length over the past couple of days---and I now realize just how much strength I get from these women!  Thank you girls for being such positive examples in my life. You all TRULY make me want to be a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So- yes, although Isaac will not be rushed out of the house at 7:30---we'll be trekking all over the world visiting friends, family and soon to be friends.  I love Summer!&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SEcz66wqc_I/AAAAAAAABHw/lwRqZhK5Qhg/s1600-h/CIMG5933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SEcz66wqc_I/AAAAAAAABHw/lwRqZhK5Qhg/s200/CIMG5933.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208188581376062450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it? Summertime, it's our Vacation? What time is it? Summertime!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-4111648816797397902?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4111648816797397902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=4111648816797397902' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/4111648816797397902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/4111648816797397902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-beninnings-and-ends.html' title='New Beninnings and Ends'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SEcz7B17TBI/AAAAAAAABH4/0Qg3cXnMOO4/s72-c/CIMG5923.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-8656453758505075200</id><published>2008-05-30T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T07:02:15.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pants down and Sleeping buddy</title><content type='html'>Ok- I have so much to do but wanted to make this quick post!&lt;br /&gt;Last week I had strep throat and went to the Dr. to get a shot...the kind that hurts!  Well here comes the "shot-giver" a 20 something good-looking paramedic intern coming in to rub me down and give me a shot. I don't Think I've ever had a shot in my bum by a man (good looking or not) So immediately I'm kinda embarassed.  So here I am bent over pants half down and he rubs the area with alcohol.  And he says "are you ready" pulls back and BOOOOOM!  No he didn't stick me--- the lights go out.  I mean OUT--- Pitch black dark.  Here I am bent over, cute guy with a needle behind me and can't see my hand in front of my face.  It was funny---I got caught with my pants down.....so 20 minutes later I got the shot--and now I'm better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part two:  Last night I was playing bingo with the girls (that sounds so old ladyish) and Marty decided to go to bed without me.  As he was in between sleep land and awake he feels a tickle on his back.  He instinctly jumps up and grabs something.  He feels he has something in his hand and throws it against the wall.  "click" he hears.  He pulls the covers back and sees a balloon.  "Those darn kids---leaving deflated balloons in my bed"....but just to make sure he picks up MY pillow and finds a 3-4 inch gecko having spasms.  He threw him so hard it knocked his brain loose.  So as he is throwing the poor think that just wanted to snuggle out the front door, I walk in the back door....he explains it all.  Then this morning as he's telling the animated story to the munckins we look out to see if he made it.  Well, the trauma put him out if his misery.  Poor thing, sleeping with a 200 pound giant, then getting slammed against the wall, suffocated by a pillow and then thrown out with no medical care.  All he wanted was a snuggle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So check your sheets tonight!!!!  And don't get caught with your pants down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-8656453758505075200?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8656453758505075200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=8656453758505075200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/8656453758505075200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/8656453758505075200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2008/05/pants-down-and-sleeping-buddy.html' title='Pants down and Sleeping buddy'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-6352926763136434225</id><published>2008-05-27T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T10:38:43.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whirl Wind Weekend and Birthday Girl~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SDxDTn2C_bI/AAAAAAAABGg/TRuAjXuELiA/s1600-h/CIMG5853.JPE"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SDxDTn2C_bI/AAAAAAAABGg/TRuAjXuELiA/s200/CIMG5853.JPE" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205109273725697458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to T Town, the big Tulsa for my cousin Jacqueline's wedding.  We went up early to get the most out of our hotel experience! Plus I was to help my mom with the flowers and wanted to spend time with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SDxDU32C_cI/AAAAAAAABGo/v_ft77UNQ0Q/s1600-h/CIMG5830.JPE"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SDxDU32C_cI/AAAAAAAABGo/v_ft77UNQ0Q/s200/CIMG5830.JPE" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205109295200533954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a birthday party for Abby in the hotel restaurant.  We called all the family and invited them--not realizing the breakfast buffet was $16 a person! WHOA!.  We made sure we told our guests it was a 'dutch party' However, my generous father picked up the tab anyway.  We didn't have a birthday cake, but did have birthday pancake.  Rhea insists she can't be two yet because we didn't have a birthday cake.  We put the candles in a hardboiled egg.  Abby liked it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SDxDVX2C_dI/AAAAAAAABGw/IqqtgkW6FDs/s1600-h/CIMG5864.JPE"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SDxDVX2C_dI/AAAAAAAABGw/IqqtgkW6FDs/s200/CIMG5864.JPE" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205109303790468562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was precious and the reception spectacular.  Rhea and Isaac have some moves...must be from my side of the family!  About 10 pm, Isaac was begging to back to the hotel and sleep.  I couldn't get Rhea off the dance floor! &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SDxDWn2C_fI/AAAAAAAABHA/NXw_i5qoGtc/s1600-h/CIMG5889.JPE"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SDxDWn2C_fI/AAAAAAAABHA/NXw_i5qoGtc/s200/CIMG5889.JPE" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205109325265305074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;\&lt;br /&gt;They also had a "kid table" at the reception full of candy, coloring books, glowy jewelry. It was fun for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SDxDWH2C_eI/AAAAAAAABG4/rsV8mCnHPwg/s1600-h/CIMG5870.JPE"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SDxDWH2C_eI/AAAAAAAABG4/rsV8mCnHPwg/s200/CIMG5870.JPE" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205109316675370466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are truly blessed with such a beautiful sweet family!  But this little trip made me realize, I probably don't need anymore.  It's hard to sleep in the same room with 3 kids--especially when 3 out of 3 snore! Plus the simple knowledge that there is an indoor pool just 3 floors below made them excited and anxious the entire time.  We swam a total of 4 different times in a 2 day span.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SDxGc32C_iI/AAAAAAAABHY/CqlC-M0SEhs/s1600-h/CIMG5900.JPE"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SDxGc32C_iI/AAAAAAAABHY/CqlC-M0SEhs/s200/CIMG5900.JPE" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205112731174370850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, we bonded!  As an immediate family and extended family.  My kids couldn't go anywhere without Mamasita and Grandpa, and my Grandy, Papa, Aunt Donna and Uncle Terry were such blessings to be around.  I praise God for a family who fears the Lord!&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SDxEuX2C_gI/AAAAAAAABHI/n3HnHKQHD0g/s1600-h/CIMG5860.JPE"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SDxEuX2C_gI/AAAAAAAABHI/n3HnHKQHD0g/s200/CIMG5860.JPE" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205110832798825986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was dancing with my husband!  The last time we danced was at our own wedding!  I love to dance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SDxFj32C_hI/AAAAAAAABHQ/9l2WZZKnAxE/s1600-h/CIMG5866.JPE"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SDxFj32C_hI/AAAAAAAABHQ/9l2WZZKnAxE/s200/CIMG5866.JPE" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205111751921827346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-6352926763136434225?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/6352926763136434225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=6352926763136434225' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/6352926763136434225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/6352926763136434225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2008/05/whirl-wind-weekend-and-birthday-girl.html' title='Whirl Wind Weekend and Birthday Girl~'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SDxDTn2C_bI/AAAAAAAABGg/TRuAjXuELiA/s72-c/CIMG5853.JPE' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-6009497855450678622</id><published>2008-05-20T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T15:31:57.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Have I been!</title><content type='html'>HI!  Wow, talk about busy-ness!  I miss my favorite pastimes of blog searching and posting intimate things about my sweet precious family.  Yesterday was my last day of school---and I have lots to post. SO be ready!  First of all.....I've started yet another business.  But this one I LOVE!  &lt;a href="http://www.mythirtyone.com/heidi31"&gt;Thirty One&lt;/a&gt; has become my way to actually contribute financially to my family.  And it's a Christian based company--based on Proverbs 31!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke at my Grandy's Mother's Day banquet.  There were 80 plus women there and it was a blast.  Rhea also sang!  SOOOOO CUTE.  I don't have that particular one, but here she is singing the gospel! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ze56MrX9XvE"&gt;Rhea Singing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we've been working on a little fund raiser.  Isaac and I are heading to Ukraine for 2 weeks in June!  We've had lemonade stands and garage sales.  He is so excited to fly over the ocean and "make a friend that doesn't speak his language"  Be praying for us---we leave June 11.  BTW--every proceed made from my thirty one goes to the trip.  You can order online---and there is some CUTE personalized stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are heading to a big family wedding this weekend and Abby will be two. So I'll blog her sweet party too!  So that's where I've been!  Exhausted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-6009497855450678622?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/6009497855450678622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=6009497855450678622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/6009497855450678622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/6009497855450678622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2008/05/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where Have I been!'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-4511519739944680062</id><published>2008-04-29T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T10:30:12.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MONEY RAISIN'</title><content type='html'>Ok friends, family, and blog servers... This is not very deep, but needed.  I have an opportunity to go to Ukraine this summer with Isaac my 6 yr. old! I cannot wait to see where my sister lives, where and to whom she ministers.  I will get to help her with their new home, work with the orphans she loves on, and maybe even encourage some women in her church while we are there!  Here is the deal...it's gonna cost a lot!  SO---do any of you have ideas on getting money fast??  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to help and want to shop at the same time, you can go to my website:  www.mythirtyone.com/heidi31 and go shopping....the money I make from those sales will go directly to my trip!  I'm hoping to pay it all off and not charge any!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you have creative ideas, let me know!  I'm already having garage sale :)--- want any junk! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to post the pictures of our trip.  Isaac cannot wait to make a friend who doesn't speak his language, and to ride on a plane.  I'm delighted to shared this experience with him!  Thanks for listening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-4511519739944680062?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4511519739944680062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=4511519739944680062' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/4511519739944680062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/4511519739944680062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2008/04/money-raisin.html' title='MONEY RAISIN&apos;'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-3368179249888124192</id><published>2008-03-07T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T09:35:21.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few of My Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>I've been pondering this entry for a while. It was easy to pick my kid's favorite things, but for myself, it was a little challenging.  So I'll start with the easy ones.  My 6-yr. old Isaac has few favs.  Right now he is ADDICTED too Under Armor shirts.  What is that? You ask?  Well it's kinda like spandex but softer and WAY more expensive.  Of course, thanks to WalMart we buy the knock-off brand, which suits him. He has a White, Red, and Blue one and wears one every single day---night AND day. Under his t-shirts, uniform, and as a night shirt.  He cracks me up.  His other favorite is playing his DS in my robe!  It's very soft and comfy so he snuggles up and plays "surf's up"--for hours at a time if I let him!  Oh to be 6 again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/R9F6zt8VfoI/AAAAAAAABGE/q6cLt6gma6I/s1600-h/CIMG5658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/R9F6zt8VfoI/AAAAAAAABGE/q6cLt6gma6I/s320/CIMG5658.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175052475749990018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 4-yr Old Rhea's clothing favorite is her skirts.  It is a battle field to get her to wear anything but a skirt....long, short, ugly, if it's a skirt she'll wear it.  Even to play in the snow ;)  BUT her absolute, hands down favorite is her sit-n-spin!  The best $2 we have ever spent (at a garage sale).  She'll get the mp3 player and sit and spin singing her praise songs all day!  No lie...ask my sister. They were getting worried she might be losing brain cells!  She loves it!!  Cracks me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/R9F60t8VfpI/AAAAAAAABGM/-PV46oajW7Q/s1600-h/CIMG5655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/R9F60t8VfpI/AAAAAAAABGM/-PV46oajW7Q/s320/CIMG5655.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175052492929859218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my baby---almost 2-yr old, Abby.  Her favorite is eating breakfast.  She wakes up early just so she can eat. 6:30 you hear, "Moma, I hundry"  We usually start with a banana, then move to pancakes...in which she lives for "kankakes"  The sad thing is that is really the only meal she eats...she'll snack a little but that's it! No hearty meats, veggies or even mac-n-cheese!  You scramble eggs though,  she'll fight ya!  And of course she loves to be kissed and tickled! It's a 2 yr old thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/R9F61d8VfqI/AAAAAAAABGU/9BQ7VHGRqYs/s1600-h/CIMG2172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/R9F61d8VfqI/AAAAAAAABGU/9BQ7VHGRqYs/s320/CIMG2172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175052505814761122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me--there are many on the list.  I love warm sun while I'm by the pool. I love a good book I can't put down. I love it when the laundry is done and put away. I love a clean house.  I love a good praise and worship time.  But Honestly think my FAVORITE things lately are the little things I take for granted.  Sunday mornings are crazy at our house. We are invovled in a ton of ministries so getting to church early is manditory. So I don't get time to eat...but at church they serve donuts!  One of my favorite things is fresh donuts dipped into my coffee which is in a strofoam cup!  Another favorite is when Marty comes home early and starts making dinner, or when Isaac runs to me after school and hugs me, or when Rhea wants to pray for someone.  The little things in life are my favorite!  And the other favorite thing is blog serving...I like getting away and reconnecting to other's lives!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, if you'd ask Marty---probably would be a snuggle by the fire, a good cup of coffee AFTER sleeping in--and ultimately spending QUALITY ALONE time with me :) DUH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are a few of YOUR favorite things??? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-3368179249888124192?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3368179249888124192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=3368179249888124192' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/3368179249888124192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/3368179249888124192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2008/03/few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='A Few of My Favorite Things'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/R9F6zt8VfoI/AAAAAAAABGE/q6cLt6gma6I/s72-c/CIMG5658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-974468022375546597</id><published>2008-02-12T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T14:30:10.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Crazy Cookie Mommy</title><content type='html'>Let me start by saying how proud I am of my children.  If I had to survive what I put them through, I'd be in a straight jacket!  They are so resilent and when I apologize, they look at me with their big brown eyes and say they forgive me AND they mean it!....they don't remember the occurance EVER again.  I will confess after bragging on my oldest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago the doorbell rang in the middle of the day "great a salesman" but it was raining so I felt like I should open the door. Low and behold it was Isaac's Principal!!! from his school!!!  The first thought was "oh great, his injury is so severe it had to be a personal visit"  BUT in fact he wanted to tell me that Isaac was selected as a "CHARACTER STAR"  which means he was nominated from his teacher as having high moral character and was chosen.  The principal put a big red sign in our yard!  I was speechless and so proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/R7IcM3rg3cI/AAAAAAAABFk/BBVdK3D24zw/s1600-h/CIMG5509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/R7IcM3rg3cI/AAAAAAAABFk/BBVdK3D24zw/s320/CIMG5509.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166222729977847234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that same "character star" can push my buttons.  The other night while Marty was at church I was getting the kids ready for bed.  I had battled with Rhea an hour (no exaggeration) about taking out her earrings and cleaning them and putting them back. I screamed, coaxed, loved on, talked to, prayed with, then finally resorted to BRIBERY!  It worked. It was bedtime and I owed her 2 cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, whan Isaac heard of this he was adament about getting his share (although he already had one earlier).  I said "no" it's time for bed.  And after a dozen "I WANT ANOTHER COOKIE" in a high pitched whiney voice, I snapped.  "FINE!  HAVE ANOTHER COOKIE"  and I threw it across the kitchen skimming the top of his head, then hitting the wall and busting into a million peices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time stood still.  I felt like I'd been possessed!  How could I do such a thing.  Isaac got giant tears and covered his face.  He is scarred for life!  I must've looked like a monster.  I ran to him and held him..honey, I'm sorry.  He picked up a piece of the cookie (not worried at all about the state of his mother) and through big tears said...."Mom, you broke my COOKIE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What character!  The saddest thing about it is that the scenerio above (although not so extreme) is somewhat normal for my kids!  I confess!  Forgive Me Lord and help my kids be Character stars all their lives....in spite of their CRAZY mother!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-974468022375546597?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/974468022375546597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=974468022375546597' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/974468022375546597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/974468022375546597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2008/02/confessions-of-crazy-cookie-mommy.html' title='Confessions of a Crazy Cookie Mommy'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/R7IcM3rg3cI/AAAAAAAABFk/BBVdK3D24zw/s72-c/CIMG5509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-7270738810235914886</id><published>2008-01-25T12:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T12:30:06.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping In Touch</title><content type='html'>I literally have friends all over the world. Friends that strengthen me, encourage me, sharpen me, and plain convict me.  The thread that sews us together is not motherhood, wifehood, region we live...but simply our love for Christ!  My frustration is that I don't keep in touch very well with the ones that press me the hardest!  My sister and brother-in-law have been in the states for a couple of months now and I've seen them be "reconnected" with those that push and encourage them.  I caught the fever as well and visited some of my bestest friends:  Blake and Ally. (after not seeing them really since my wedding!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/R5pEwpXyUJI/AAAAAAAABFU/I_TbprRMaF8/s1600-h/CIMG2898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/R5pEwpXyUJI/AAAAAAAABFU/I_TbprRMaF8/s320/CIMG2898.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159511925636354194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake and Ally have been in full time ministry for over 11 years now.  They have four BEAUTIFUL (inside and out) Girls--and their love for Christ is plain contagious.  We were only with them one hour and I was convicted, encouraged and inspired to be more like Christ!  It also inspired me to keep in touch better.  I have friends EVERY where---but that's no excuse. If I know I'll be more like Jesus after talking with them---I'm making the call.  SO those out there (you know who I'm talking about) be expecting a call!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/R5pExJXyUKI/AAAAAAAABFc/mxt7lDSnkak/s1600-h/CIMG2894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/R5pExJXyUKI/AAAAAAAABFc/mxt7lDSnkak/s320/CIMG2894.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159511934226288802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-7270738810235914886?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7270738810235914886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=7270738810235914886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/7270738810235914886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/7270738810235914886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2008/01/keeping-in-touch.html' title='Keeping In Touch'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/R5pEwpXyUJI/AAAAAAAABFU/I_TbprRMaF8/s72-c/CIMG2898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-5464942490611882493</id><published>2008-01-12T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T09:45:49.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/R4j67VIUqwI/AAAAAAAABEY/W0lYoKrZSlQ/s1600-h/CIMG2803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/R4j67VIUqwI/AAAAAAAABEY/W0lYoKrZSlQ/s320/CIMG2803.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154645670716812034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!  We celebrated the in coming of 2008 with My sister, brother in law, Mom and dad!  SO fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/R4j671IUqxI/AAAAAAAABEg/ujgQZ-62lP8/s1600-h/CIMG2779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/R4j671IUqxI/AAAAAAAABEg/ujgQZ-62lP8/s320/CIMG2779.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154645679306746642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/R4j4elIUqrI/AAAAAAAABDw/JXZ2F7HnaNg/s1600-h/P1124665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/R4j4elIUqrI/AAAAAAAABDw/JXZ2F7HnaNg/s320/P1124665.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154642977772317362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi and Tammy feeling like kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/R4j4f1IUqsI/AAAAAAAABD4/rapkvwzLEtU/s1600-h/CIMG2808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/R4j4f1IUqsI/AAAAAAAABD4/rapkvwzLEtU/s320/CIMG2808.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154642999247153858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Day Six Flags Trip! Super fun.  Tammy rode the titan and Superman for the first time.  She said ONCE is enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/R4j3clIUqpI/AAAAAAAABDg/oxMYjfwpyJc/s1600-h/P1124661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/R4j3clIUqpI/AAAAAAAABDg/oxMYjfwpyJc/s320/P1124661.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154641843900951186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People do think we are twins.  We wore matching outfits (not on purpose) to the mall and at least half a dozen people asked us if we were twins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/R4j3dFIUqqI/AAAAAAAABDo/FgJTdtMwRf0/s1600-h/P1124658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/R4j3dFIUqqI/AAAAAAAABDo/FgJTdtMwRf0/s320/P1124658.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154641852490885794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and bro-in-law have been at my house for the last two weeks.  They are missionaries in Ukraine and are on 'home assignment' until February.  I was blessed to have them in my home SOLID for 2 whole weeks.  What a giant blessing.  We played, laughed, shopped, laughed some more, encouraged one another, played some more, stayed up late, and just was together.  Most of you know how close my sister and I am.  It is very hard to be separated by so many miles, but the truth is, nothing can separate the bond we have.  It was soooo fun for my kids to reconnect with their aunt and uncle.  They LOVE LOVE LOVE them!  Uncle Matt played basketball with them constantly and tickled and played with the girls non stop.  How refreshing it was.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/R4j68VIUqyI/AAAAAAAABEo/Z3e4jH3jo8E/s1600-h/CIMG2843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/R4j68VIUqyI/AAAAAAAABEo/Z3e4jH3jo8E/s320/CIMG2843.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154645687896681250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to upload more photos, but I guess I hit  my limit!  Just wanted to share my blessings!  Love you Matt and Tammy, Mom and Dad!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-5464942490611882493?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/5464942490611882493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=5464942490611882493' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/5464942490611882493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/5464942490611882493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2008/01/blessings.html' title='Blessings!'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/R4j67VIUqwI/AAAAAAAABEY/W0lYoKrZSlQ/s72-c/CIMG2803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-6927672464669230010</id><published>2007-12-27T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T07:05:26.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jesus</title><content type='html'>Yes, we got a LOT of presents...I mean A LOT!  It is our love language at our house: Gift Giving, and this season you can tell! It's a bitter sweet event.  We spend months and days trying to find that perfect (at the right price) gift item for that special someone so that you can get a smile or a twinkle, or a "that's JUST what I wanted"  It's heartbreaking when that special person rips open your gift you painstakingly labored over and looks at it with no glorious response...or worse yet, if they toss to it to the side to grab the next package. I can't help but think of my Savior.  Our Loving Heavenly Father painstakingly wraps blessings up for us each and every day.  He watches with excitement to see our faces as we open each blessing, He can't wait to hear "THANKS!  You thought of Me! I love it!"  The saddening truth is that we too toss our gift to the side not even acknowledging the gift giver.  It bums me out for one morning---imagine hearing no thank you's for eternity!  He wrapped that sunrise up just for you, He packaged that sweet babie's kiss, he orchastrated that peaceful moment of joy--he wants us to be blessed.  Did we thank him?  This is all for me---I'm the worlds worst of tossing a blessing aside impatiently waiting for the next one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over 2000 yrs. ago, he wrapped his most precious prize up for the world.  Imagine his demise when we carelessly tossed His one and only begotten son aside.  Father forgive us.  Thank you for each amazing gift.  We are so blessed ONLY because of you.  Happy birthday Jesus.  Thanks for giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2FMcKeeMoments%2Falbumid%2F5148667940775464785%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-6927672464669230010?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/6927672464669230010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=6927672464669230010' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/6927672464669230010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/6927672464669230010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday-jesus.html' title='Happy Birthday Jesus'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-5134899932527873978</id><published>2007-12-02T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T15:05:35.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doubley Thankful</title><content type='html'>Remember that doublemint commercial--everything is better in two!  Well take a look at Abby---she definitely has that concept!&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/R1M5HSjNHWI/AAAAAAAAAuo/5OTpBo0b5Sc/s1600-R/CIMG2559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/R1M5HSjNHWI/AAAAAAAAAuo/tzwqKwhpvBk/s320/CIMG2559.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139514397161233762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful time over Thanksgiving. We traveled to my mom and dad's in Yukon, OK.  We went early and had a chance to visit and relax. We spent actual Thanksgiving day at my Grandparents.  They'll be 80 next year and act like 20 year olds! They are definitely my inspiration and I want to be like them when I grow up.  I am so blessed and have sooooo much to be thankful for!  Praise be to the blessing Giver! It's only through Him I have ANYTHING!  Here are a couple of photos of my blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/R1M5LSjNHXI/AAAAAAAAAuw/M-qVBf81flo/s1600-R/CIMG2516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/R1M5LSjNHXI/AAAAAAAAAuw/1HQ4j2cZYBQ/s320/CIMG2516.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139514465880710514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/R1M5LyjNHYI/AAAAAAAAAu4/O0tnt_3gtxI/s1600-R/CIMG2417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/R1M5LyjNHYI/AAAAAAAAAu4/ufGZi5NsFho/s320/CIMG2417.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139514474470645122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-5134899932527873978?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/5134899932527873978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=5134899932527873978' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/5134899932527873978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/5134899932527873978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/12/doubley-thankful.html' title='Doubley Thankful'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/R1M5HSjNHWI/AAAAAAAAAuo/tzwqKwhpvBk/s72-c/CIMG2559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-7487520809176614480</id><published>2007-11-14T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T12:32:55.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RztbDqwguoI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/5riKwBq7JaM/s1600-h/CIMG2399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RztbDqwguoI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/5riKwBq7JaM/s320/CIMG2399.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132796318894307970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac is an army guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RztbEqwgupI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ZGu7KsZursc/s1600-h/CIMG2401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RztbEqwgupI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ZGu7KsZursc/s320/CIMG2401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132796336074177170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhea is aaa well, your guess is as good as mine.  Princess street walker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RztbFawguqI/AAAAAAAAAug/LCZLfgszZnI/s1600-h/CIMG2402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RztbFawguqI/AAAAAAAAAug/LCZLfgszZnI/s320/CIMG2402.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132796348959079074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my little puppy who wouldn't wear her costume the right way! That's Abby for you!&lt;br /&gt;REALLLL SPPOOOOKKKKYYY&lt;br /&gt;Here are my pictures from Halloween! Sorry it took so long.  I didn't get a picture of Marty. He was so scary looking. He has been looking forward to Halloween ever since we "moved to the city" He thought, just because we live in town, we'd get trick or treaters.  He had the entire yard decked out with strobe light, scary things, spider webs The works!  But, we still live on 3 acres!  And even though he bought 4 JUMBO bags of candy we didn't have ONE trick or treater :(  The kids and I went to the big Church Carnival in town....too many people, but the kids loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7aaf6b43ab004ecb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7aaf6b43ab004ecb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331775944%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5074196756BB94C12419286AE8A393917E4F2C50.4EAC41FB8643A2E24E0A2EF3B48D5AF7DDBD7EB6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7aaf6b43ab004ecb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D07THEWGmzljNyjXflxeLC_FOTbU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7aaf6b43ab004ecb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331775944%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5074196756BB94C12419286AE8A393917E4F2C50.4EAC41FB8643A2E24E0A2EF3B48D5AF7DDBD7EB6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7aaf6b43ab004ecb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D07THEWGmzljNyjXflxeLC_FOTbU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-7487520809176614480?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7487520809176614480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=7487520809176614480' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/7487520809176614480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/7487520809176614480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/11/isaac-is-army-guy-rhea-is-aaa-well-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RztbDqwguoI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/5riKwBq7JaM/s72-c/CIMG2399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-6827412357576908985</id><published>2007-10-28T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T18:05:19.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Camping?</title><content type='html'>We were suppose to go camping this weekend, BUT because we had a "coughing" kid and Mazillion things to do, we decided to build a campfire in our backyard and rough it outside for a few hours.  We LAUGHED so hard at the kids. They played a hide and seek game where one kid hides then everyone looks for him. When you find him you are suppose to hide with him until one person is left trying to find them. It was SOOO funny!  Also, we really enjoyed our smores...as you can see Jennifer had the stickiest fingers.  She didn't read smores 101 where you are not aloud to touch the actual marshmallow with your fingers...only the graham crackers make contact.  Abby was in the house asleep, and Rhea (as you can see) snuggled up instead of play games.  What blessings we have!  And sooo much better being able to run in the house and use the potty, or wash your hands or change your shirt.  We tried to get Isaac and Joseph to sleep outside in the tent...but they opted for the playroom instead. Maybe next  year :)!!!  Here are some pics!&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RyUxYAnLzlI/AAAAAAAAAtw/AJrS0RsMRgc/s1600-h/CIMG2376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RyUxYAnLzlI/AAAAAAAAAtw/AJrS0RsMRgc/s200/CIMG2376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126558039382150738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RyUxZgnLzmI/AAAAAAAAAt4/2GUanqDNag4/s1600-h/CIMG2384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RyUxZgnLzmI/AAAAAAAAAt4/2GUanqDNag4/s200/CIMG2384.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126558065151954530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RyUxcAnLznI/AAAAAAAAAuA/IqndZpogGmc/s1600-h/CIMG2393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RyUxcAnLznI/AAAAAAAAAuA/IqndZpogGmc/s200/CIMG2393.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126558108101627506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RyUxfgnLzoI/AAAAAAAAAuI/4ZiqZCsXBAs/s1600-h/CIMG2397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RyUxfgnLzoI/AAAAAAAAAuI/4ZiqZCsXBAs/s200/CIMG2397.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126558168231169666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-6827412357576908985?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/6827412357576908985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=6827412357576908985' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/6827412357576908985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/6827412357576908985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/10/little-camping.html' title='A Little Camping?'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RyUxYAnLzlI/AAAAAAAAAtw/AJrS0RsMRgc/s72-c/CIMG2376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-7920327350564928432</id><published>2007-10-10T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T20:03:48.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life of a 16-month-old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RxLQmstCniI/AAAAAAAAAtU/yn5zgGmnGlM/s1600-h/CIMG2321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RxLQmstCniI/AAAAAAAAAtU/yn5zgGmnGlM/s320/CIMG2321.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121385089527356962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your life is boring, drab, or otherwise uneventful, may I suggest getting a 16-month-old.  If you don't want any down time, or are bored on how things stay where they belong, I suggest getting a 16-month-old.  There are no garauntees however, I'm just going off the experience of one particular cutie:  ABBY MAE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, a typical day has these events in them. (all are true accounts, no names or identities have been changed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's Abby?"  "Oh cute, she found a mickey mouse straw, haven't seen that since the move last spring."  "Where's Abby?"  Here she comes out of the bathroom with a wet mickey mouse straw and water all over her and the toilet.  I guess she was trying to see how a straw worked, and being innovative, there was water she could reach easily.  (thank God it was flushed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking the trash out, I go to the pantry to get another bag to put in the can.  There is the box, where are the bags?  I know I bought a brand new box last week, I couldn't have used all of them.  After investigation I found that Abby enjoys pulling out the bags and putting them IN the trash can.  At least she knows where they go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular 16-month-old is highly intelligent and knows how to escape an adult size house.  On a few occasions I'm in the kitchen doing dishes,thinking Abby is in the play room.  I see a streak of pink go past the window.  After a double take, there she is on an afternoon stroll-BY HERSELF OUTSIDE!  Those of you that need adreniline rushes, or a kick for the kicker---this 16-month-old episode will do it everytime---especially when she's running straight for the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RxLQnMtCnjI/AAAAAAAAAtc/MIg4gVvVvCA/s1600-h/CIMG2311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RxLQnMtCnjI/AAAAAAAAAtc/MIg4gVvVvCA/s320/CIMG2311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121385098117291570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say there has not been a peice of furniture she has not climb onto the highest point.  I find random toys, pacifiers, sippy cups chewed carrots, grapes and other half eaten goodies in my kitchen drawers, bathroom counters, toy boxes and anywhere that stuff should not be. (and usually months after the fact...ok so I think it was a carrot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her favorite thing to do is pull stuff out--out of chest of drawers, tissue boxes, dog bowls, toy boxes, office desks, craft areas, and sister's hair.  This must be a talent. How can we use this.  If I ask her, she usually will put stuff back in...what's the use though?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good thing about having a 16-month-old is that I get to use my sweeping skills.  I have to sweep the kitchen floor at least 4 times a day or she starts eating left overs. And trust me, just because I sweep doesn't mean I get everything.  Remember she hides things. (see above paragraph)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RxLQnstCnkI/AAAAAAAAAtk/BthO4eERYXc/s1600-h/CIMG2322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RxLQnstCnkI/AAAAAAAAAtk/BthO4eERYXc/s320/CIMG2322.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121385106707226178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, our life is full.  Our particular 16-month-old is funny, playful, smart, and a true joy to be around.  She loves baths, toothbrushes, babies and Q-tips.  She is a TRUE blessing.  I'd love to loan her out to anyone thinking about getting one. I hear the return on them is amazing.  I'm already reaping some of it!--especially when we pray ANYWHERE, she will grab my hand and bow her head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-7920327350564928432?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7920327350564928432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=7920327350564928432' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/7920327350564928432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/7920327350564928432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-in-life-of-16-month-old.html' title='A Day in the Life of a 16-month-old'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RxLQmstCniI/AAAAAAAAAtU/yn5zgGmnGlM/s72-c/CIMG2321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-269035212812111570</id><published>2007-10-01T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T17:26:51.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas State Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RwGgpstCnYI/AAAAAAAAAsM/JhZJjKSbRAU/s1600-h/CIMG2276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RwGgpstCnYI/AAAAAAAAAsM/JhZJjKSbRAU/s320/CIMG2276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116547289904749954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, Marty goes on this men retreat and I get a hairbrain idea to get Isaac out of school and take all three kids, by myself to the &lt;a href="http://www.bigtex.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Texas State Fair.  Which happened to be opening day and one of the hottest September days yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RwGgqMtCnZI/AAAAAAAAAsU/-gstFOr1Deo/s1600-h/CIMG2272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RwGgqMtCnZI/AAAAAAAAAsU/-gstFOr1Deo/s320/CIMG2272.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116547298494684562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids love it, and I actually have a great time with my kids...I actually like them :)  Here are a few photos of them at the "farm" gig. They had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RwGgq8tCnaI/AAAAAAAAAsc/yy9ITPv-Lx0/s1600-h/CIMG2277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RwGgq8tCnaI/AAAAAAAAAsc/yy9ITPv-Lx0/s320/CIMG2277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116547311379586466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically I wasted a lot of space to say I love my kids and I praise God I have them!  Although I know they need an occasional whack upside the head, that darn sinful nature :)  I'm so blessed to have them.  The fair is  until October 21, if you want to go, call me and I'll pack up the stroller and meet ya there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-269035212812111570?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/269035212812111570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=269035212812111570' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/269035212812111570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/269035212812111570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/10/texas-state-fair.html' title='Texas State Fair'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RwGgpstCnYI/AAAAAAAAAsM/JhZJjKSbRAU/s72-c/CIMG2276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-4092538041678099756</id><published>2007-09-19T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T15:58:20.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tinkerbell Tea party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RvGkpDGS0zI/AAAAAAAAAr0/fLcv4YcSjE0/s1600-h/CIMG2191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RvGkpDGS0zI/AAAAAAAAAr0/fLcv4YcSjE0/s200/CIMG2191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112048077155521330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Precious Middle Child!  What can I say? Yesterday you were born, now you want to wear make-up and watch High School Musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RvGkpjGS00I/AAAAAAAAAr8/YSuC2Sp5b0Q/s1600-h/CIMG2207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RvGkpjGS00I/AAAAAAAAAr8/YSuC2Sp5b0Q/s200/CIMG2207.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112048085745455938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things that I treasure most about you my sweetheart: &lt;br /&gt;1.  Your servant's heart. From when you were very young, you were always seeking to help someone out.  If it was bringing a diaper, making your bed, bringing something to bubba, you've never complained about serving someone else.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Your smile.  It can make a dreary day disappear in seconds. Your big beautiful brown eyes are full of innocence and everything that is good. I praise God for your sweet smile.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Your unconditional love.  There have been hundreds of times you've made a comment like "mommy, I love you even when you're angry" or "mommy, it's ok if you get mad, I still love you"  You are the first one to hold me and say "I love you soooo much"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RvGkqDGS01I/AAAAAAAAAsE/NDQWcKW0IL4/s1600-h/CIMG2201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RvGkqDGS01I/AAAAAAAAAsE/NDQWcKW0IL4/s200/CIMG2201.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112048094335390546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Lastly, I praise God for your tender heart.  When we pray, you remember the most amazing things...like, "God be with the people in the car wreck"....she saw it first thing that morning and I totally forgot. or "be with Grandma's foot" I totally forgot she twisted it, but she remembers and lifts them up in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I thank God for my "Ray Ray".  Turned 4 but going on 14!  I love you sweetie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-4092538041678099756?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4092538041678099756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=4092538041678099756' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/4092538041678099756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/4092538041678099756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/09/tinkerbell-tea-party.html' title='Tinkerbell Tea party'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RvGkpDGS0zI/AAAAAAAAAr0/fLcv4YcSjE0/s72-c/CIMG2191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-8442262994265661851</id><published>2007-09-06T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T18:15:25.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second First Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RuChOVYNzMI/AAAAAAAAAjk/SXzQ3iCWuWI/s1600-h/CIMG2170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RuChOVYNzMI/AAAAAAAAAjk/SXzQ3iCWuWI/s320/CIMG2170.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107259245067095234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the girl's first day of school.  Yep, Rhea's, Abby's and Mine!  Rhea woke up at 5:45 and was ready to go. I tried to get her to go back to sleep but she was just too excited.  I think Abby could feel the excitement too.  She woke up in a great mood and everything went so smooth.  We loaded up and headed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RuChO1YNzNI/AAAAAAAAAjs/55jqGsSZDVU/s1600-h/CIMG2173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RuChO1YNzNI/AAAAAAAAAjs/55jqGsSZDVU/s320/CIMG2173.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107259253657029842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working in the pre-k Learning Center at Northwest Bible Church in North Dallas.  On a regular non-traffic day it takes me approximately 35 minutes to get there.  Today was my first go at it during rush hour.  YUCK!  Through the ever-construction I exited the wrong street and got lost, therefore arriving 20 minutes late.(1.3 hrs. later)  I was flabergasted, but sweet Rhea was so reassuring. "Mommy, the people won't be mad at you" I love that little girl. She has such a sweet, serving spirit (have no idea where she got it)....Anyway, after getting the girls to their classes I made it and had a grand first day. I'm as tired as can be, but feel very rewarded.  It seems the ladies I'm going to be working with are amazing. I'm looking forward to a great year (minus the commute)   Rhea AND Abby both got high praises from their teachers.  Said they were wonderful and fun&gt;  Abby was the center of attention, and Rhea was the little "helper", always serving.  She said "Mom, I like my teacher, she's beaUtiful" She makes everyone feel good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RuChPVYNzOI/AAAAAAAAAj0/MGVihPjGvxs/s1600-h/CIMG2174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RuChPVYNzOI/AAAAAAAAAj0/MGVihPjGvxs/s320/CIMG2174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107259262246964450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still struggling with Isaac.  I finally had a conference with the teacher and was able to find out what his schedule is like, what they are focusing on etc., so I can motivate him. I didn't cry today...but it only took me 6 days.  Can't promise on day 7.  One thing though, Marty is an AMAZING daddy.  He's kinda took on the project of helping Isaac get up and get ready and out the door.  My kids are so blessed to have him!  SO that's our random updates :)  Below are a few pics for Velvet to show that we are practicing for our McWhirter challenge.  PS Look at the form Abby has already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RuCk71YNzPI/AAAAAAAAAj8/T7VW_Zkl9sI/s1600-h/CIMG2167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RuCk71YNzPI/AAAAAAAAAj8/T7VW_Zkl9sI/s200/CIMG2167.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107263325286026482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a ref="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RuCk8VYNzQI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Yfit4S3LFGA/s1600-h/CIMG2168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RuCk8VYNzQI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Yfit4S3LFGA/s200/CIMG2168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107263333875961090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-8442262994265661851?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8442262994265661851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=8442262994265661851' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/8442262994265661851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/8442262994265661851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/09/second-first-day.html' title='Second First Day'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RuChOVYNzMI/AAAAAAAAAjk/SXzQ3iCWuWI/s72-c/CIMG2170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-6953140395139442533</id><published>2007-08-29T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T16:11:27.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaac's First Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RtXlUVYNzJI/AAAAAAAAAjM/41L74QZxkF0/s1600-h/CIMG2150.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104237890193181842 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RtXlUVYNzJI/AAAAAAAAAjM/41L74QZxkF0/s320/CIMG2150.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; A good hearty breakfast...we had a good start, smiles and everything. &lt;A href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RtXjClYNzHI/AAAAAAAAAi8/GxOTTR3EHMY/s1600-h/CIMG2151.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104235386227248242 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RtXjClYNzHI/AAAAAAAAAi8/GxOTTR3EHMY/s320/CIMG2151.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Oops, got toothpaste on my shirt, nothing daddy's spit can't take off. We are ready to head to school. All smiles, everything is good. &lt;A href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RtXjB1YNzGI/AAAAAAAAAi0/45dl1IrKwlQ/s1600-h/CIMG2153.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104235373342346338 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RtXjB1YNzGI/AAAAAAAAAi0/45dl1IrKwlQ/s320/CIMG2153.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; The walk was great, Mom and Isaac off to school with a billion other mommies. All smiles everything is Great...we're going to make it through--- &lt;A href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RtXlVFYNzLI/AAAAAAAAAjc/kNpBRPFJAus/s1600-h/CIMG2155.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104237903078083762 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RtXlVFYNzLI/AAAAAAAAAjc/kNpBRPFJAus/s320/CIMG2155.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Well---no more smiles, Isaac doesn't want to stay, even though his best friend is in there. He has ahold my leg, I'm sweating, all the kids are looking at him with cocked heads, sitting nicely at thier place. Teacher has to pry him off my leg "Mommy don't go, it's too long, I don't want to stay...." Are the last words I hear as I head down the hall. As soon as I can get out of the way of the other parents I lose it. How could I leave my baby, who OBVIOUSLY doesn't want to stay in there with a bunch of strangers? How will I know if he ever stops crying? How will I know if he'll make it? I called my mother..."find out what time his recess is and go and watch." Be a stalker in other words. I thought about it, but decided against it. After telling Marty how hard it was, we both had a good cry and decided to get on with our day. It would go faster if we were busy. Right??? &lt;EM&gt;Well it didn't&lt;/EM&gt;. I'm still crying and he's home for goodness sake! &lt;A href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RtXlU1YNzKI/AAAAAAAAAjU/xY0nGw3RnPo/s1600-h/CIMG2158.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104237898783116450 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RtXlU1YNzKI/AAAAAAAAAjU/xY0nGw3RnPo/s320/CIMG2158.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:00 finally came and me and the girls loaded up and headed to the school (with a million other mommies). Daddy met us there. I didn't even recognize him when he came out. He looked so big...and I swear I saw him 6 feet tall with a cap and gown on (freaky moment). He ran to me..."Mom, I stopped crying by myself" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;He liked it&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;. He actually wants to go back (although I'm not so sure I want him too!) One bad thing. He got on yellow today. The teacher said he was too "talkative" WHAT? Isaac too talkative, you must have him mixed up with someone else. Oh thank God this day is over. And I have 2 more years before Rhea goes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-6953140395139442533?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/6953140395139442533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=6953140395139442533' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/6953140395139442533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/6953140395139442533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/08/isaacs-first-day.html' title='Isaac&apos;s First Day'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RtXlUVYNzJI/AAAAAAAAAjM/41L74QZxkF0/s72-c/CIMG2150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-2585562397760960676</id><published>2007-08-23T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T12:44:41.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Summer Vacation</title><content type='html'>Sea World tickets--$650&lt;br /&gt;Parking Passes--$60&lt;br /&gt;Sea World Souvenior PONCHOS (13 of them)--$78&lt;br /&gt;Wal Mart run for "in hotel" activities--$100&lt;br /&gt;Family and Friend Fun--- PRICELESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rs3dvFYNzDI/AAAAAAAAAiY/EB71Sr_c-So/s1600-h/CIMG2121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rs3dvFYNzDI/AAAAAAAAAiY/EB71Sr_c-So/s320/CIMG2121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101977753847974962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a little trip to Sea World, San Antonio with our friends the Yarbroughs and Uncle Chuck (13 total).  What we initially thought to be the hottest week all summer turned out to be the wettest.  &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rs3b_lYNzAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/vFAkHeBIlfQ/s1600-h/CIMG2083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rs3b_lYNzAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/vFAkHeBIlfQ/s320/CIMG2083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101975838292560898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first day at Sea World, it was reported to have rained 10 inches!!!  We stayed only long enough to feed the dolphins and watch Shamu. (oh yea and blow our souvenior money on ponchos--one for everyone)  We were all miserable, cold, wet, hungry and dissapointed.  We rushed back to the hotel where all 7 kids had to be entertained with tv and an elevator.  I'm surprised we weren't kicked out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rs3dv1YNzEI/AAAAAAAAAig/Z_Vlfn-RBkY/s1600-h/CIMG2101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rs3dv1YNzEI/AAAAAAAAAig/Z_Vlfn-RBkY/s320/CIMG2101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101977766732876866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To our surprise we got a "rain check"...so we headed back the next day.  It rained on us a little, but we were prepared with our ponchos, umbrellas and "non-socked" shoes :)  It ended up being a WONDERFUL day with hardly anyone in the park.  The big kids (me too) got to ride the big roller coaster (THE GREAT WHITE) 6-7 times (4 times in a roll, not even getting out)  It was great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rs3cA1YNzCI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QhNIO7A7k0s/s1600-h/CIMG2108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rs3cA1YNzCI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QhNIO7A7k0s/s320/CIMG2108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101975859767397410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day we made it back to Sea World for the water park fun.  This was on Saturday and everyone that had a "rain check" from Thursday came and brought all 14 of their relatives! It was crazy busy, and hot!  But we had a grand time anyway.  What did I learn?  1. Always pack more than just tank tops. 2. And Jennifer, it's not that crazy to bring a jacket to San Antonio in the August! 3. You can never have enough snacks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rs3h6VYNzFI/AAAAAAAAAio/BVRFiKMX5_k/s1600-h/CIMG2127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rs3h6VYNzFI/AAAAAAAAAio/BVRFiKMX5_k/s320/CIMG2127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101982345168014418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-2585562397760960676?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2585562397760960676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=2585562397760960676' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/2585562397760960676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/2585562397760960676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/08/last-summer-vacation.html' title='Last Summer Vacation'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rs3dvFYNzDI/AAAAAAAAAiY/EB71Sr_c-So/s72-c/CIMG2121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-3637310636780748154</id><published>2007-08-09T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T09:03:41.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock Knock</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Behold I stand at the door and Knock, whoever hears my voice will open the door and I will dine with him and he with me&lt;/em&gt;  Rev. 3:20  &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rrs6BGCniQI/AAAAAAAAAbY/jrrnJrHgvsI/s1600-h/CIMG2069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rrs6BGCniQI/AAAAAAAAAbY/jrrnJrHgvsI/s320/CIMG2069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096731193775720706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac, my sweet socialite, was having a sad moment the other day.  He asked me to write these words on a piece of paper:  "Who want to play come over"  What is he doing? I wondered.  Then he taped it to a stake and took it outside and put it in the ground next to the road.  "Isaac, what are you doing"  "I don't have any friends to play with so I'm asking whoever wants to come and play with me"  Before  you say, OH poor little guy, understand, he has 2 sisters, and Elisabeth is over everyday, plus he is either over at Joseph's house (best buddy) or Joseph is at our house every day. This was just a small moment in time when he felt he had no friends.  He even had the girls in his plan.  "I've got a good idea girls, you stand and wave at people when they drive by"  I was cracking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rrs6BmCniRI/AAAAAAAAAbg/P9KdO6nhT7w/s1600-h/CIMG2068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rrs6BmCniRI/AAAAAAAAAbg/P9KdO6nhT7w/s320/CIMG2068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096731202365655314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his desperate plea for a friend to play with the Holy Spirit was tugging on my spiritual heart strings.  I was reminded that God hung a sign on a stake for our friendship....he put a plea out..."whoever wants to come-- come. Anyone, All.  I want to be your friend."  And here we go, driving by in our fast cars, our busy lives. "oh isn't that cute"--he wants a friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He wants our friendship so badly he died for it.  He Himself hung on the stake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to dine with us.  Dine in that passage means to fellowship, sit at our table and catch up, share our thoughts, dreams, desires.  He wants our friendship!  Thanks Isaac for showing me how badly I've neglected my Savior's friendship.  I'm going start "dining" with Him more often!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-3637310636780748154?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3637310636780748154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=3637310636780748154' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/3637310636780748154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/3637310636780748154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/08/knock-knock.html' title='Knock Knock'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rrs6BGCniQI/AAAAAAAAAbY/jrrnJrHgvsI/s72-c/CIMG2069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-7056625415831751512</id><published>2007-07-27T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T11:56:36.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making a Splash!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rqo8umCniOI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fE7NVfNVMxQ/s1600-h/CIMG2065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rqo8umCniOI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fE7NVfNVMxQ/s320/CIMG2065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091949099878942946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby in the Water----always smiling :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rqo8vGCniPI/AAAAAAAAAbM/0aAThdUTmkY/s1600-h/CIMG2062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rqo8vGCniPI/AAAAAAAAAbM/0aAThdUTmkY/s320/CIMG2062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091949108468877554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a typical day at the McKees....not just our 3 anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rqo7LmCniMI/AAAAAAAAAa0/YRI6tDt1ugg/s1600-h/CIMG2056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rqo7LmCniMI/AAAAAAAAAa0/YRI6tDt1ugg/s320/CIMG2056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091947399071893698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kids love the water!  Of course, they come by it naturally. I was in the pool or lake almost every day of every summer I can remember!  But Abby is something else.  We have a 3.5 foot pool that the kids swim in at least once a day.  Abby thinks she's a big kid too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&lt;br /&gt;href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rqo7LGCniLI/AAAAAAAAAas/WUpXRKW9tEQ/s1600-h/CIMG2058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rqo7LGCniLI/AAAAAAAAAas/WUpXRKW9tEQ/s320/CIMG2058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091947390481959090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She can climb up the ladder and jump in.  This all at the fear and trembling of mom! She gets mad when I hold her so I thought I'd teach her a lesson...I'll let her go so she'd panic and feel the insecurity of the water.  Well, to my demise the plan backfired.  She hit the bottem of the pool and pushed herself up enough to get a breath then made it to the ladder!  She crawled up the ladder choking and coughing with a big ole grin on her face.  Then she did it again!  This kid definitely is blessed with the "no fear" factor.  Mom, Dad---I'm sorry for everything I did growing up. Now I know your misery and worry :)&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rqo7L2CniNI/AAAAAAAAAa8/j57yKhCRJas/s1600-h/CIMG2057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rqo7L2CniNI/AAAAAAAAAa8/j57yKhCRJas/s320/CIMG2057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091947403366861010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't this the life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-7056625415831751512?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7056625415831751512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=7056625415831751512' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/7056625415831751512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/7056625415831751512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/07/making-splash.html' title='Making a Splash!'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rqo8umCniOI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fE7NVfNVMxQ/s72-c/CIMG2065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-2066745179463007665</id><published>2007-07-23T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T06:41:41.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple Pillow</title><content type='html'>I've had a few of those---"everything's-going-wrong-laundry-too-high-groceries-too-low-kids-on-my-nerves-wish-calgon-can-take-me-away days" The days you wish you can find some rest and comfort away from everything. I don't know about you, but my comfort area or "lovey" is curling up with a good Christian novel and reading until my eyes bug out., or lately reading some of my old journals. It's amazing to see how far I've grown in some areas and yet how far I need to grow in most! But my point is, everyone has a "lovey" don't they? A good TV show, a comfy lazy-boy chair, maybe a good song, or a blankie.? Well my 4 year old has a "lovey" It's her PURPLE PILLOW.  It is a hand-me-down from MY Grandma and is one of those real heavy feather-down comfy ones.  My mom took an old satin pillow case and cut it down to fit this small "lovey" and the satin pillow case is purple.  It's soft, squeezy and comfortable.  Rhea can't sleep without it.  She carries it around when she's tired, or not feeling good.  When's she's scared she holds onto it.  She likes it cold and will sleep on it, under it, or in it!  It's her lovey and she uses it for comfort.  &lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about this for a while and realized that God was talking STRAIGHT to my heart. &lt;strong&gt;COME TO ME ALL YOU WHO ARE BURDENED AND HEAVY LAIDEN, AND I WILL GIVE YOU REST....MY BURDEN IS LIGHT AND MY YOLK IS EASY!&lt;/strong&gt;  How I wish I could put God into a purple pillow so I can physically grab hold of Him, curl up with Him and be surrounded my His undying love, comfort and peace.  So next time you grab your "purple pillow" or good book, or old coffee mug...remember that God is calling YOU to lean on Him (even in the small stuff He reminded me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RqSu_mCniKI/AAAAAAAAAak/0RcqVuXFOEY/s1600-h/CIMG2055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RqSu_mCniKI/AAAAAAAAAak/0RcqVuXFOEY/s320/CIMG2055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090385886402021538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RHEA AND HER PURPLE PILLOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-2066745179463007665?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2066745179463007665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=2066745179463007665' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/2066745179463007665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/2066745179463007665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/07/purple-pillow.html' title='Purple Pillow'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RqSu_mCniKI/AAAAAAAAAak/0RcqVuXFOEY/s72-c/CIMG2055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-3478841362496082822</id><published>2007-07-06T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T11:35:48.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Ro54HDMeXzI/AAAAAAAAAaE/_OI8lWh9Yfo/s1600-h/CIMG2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Ro54HDMeXzI/AAAAAAAAAaE/_OI8lWh9Yfo/s200/CIMG2007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084133091859914546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Ro54HjMeX0I/AAAAAAAAAaM/JzmcbZ6cn1Q/s1600-h/CIMG2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Ro54HjMeX0I/AAAAAAAAAaM/JzmcbZ6cn1Q/s200/CIMG2009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084133100449849154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Ro54IDMeX1I/AAAAAAAAAaU/fyRq9x5JNK0/s1600-h/CIMG2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Ro54IDMeX1I/AAAAAAAAAaU/fyRq9x5JNK0/s200/CIMG2010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084133109039783762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a full fun time!  We first traveled to Perryton TX to say goodbye to Marty's Granny who passed away Thursday.  Marty did a beautiful little service there.  Then we traveled back to Oklahoma in the rain to drop off the kids.  Marty and I drove another 100 miles or so to go to a much needed secluded B&amp;B.  WE stayed at the Dancing Deer Lodge www.dancingdeerlodge.com  in Stillwater, OK. It was great to reconnect with my hubby WITHOUT kids!  After two days, we headed back to Yukon to watch some fireworks and eat watermelon. It was great because my dad was in town and Isaac learned how to ride a 2-wheel bike. The kids loved the fireworks.  On the 4th, we traveled home.  Had another great time with friends and family.  We popped some of our own and watched our neighbors have a backyard firework duel.  We had a blast, after our neighbors $50 blast, we'd pop our $1 blast and laugh and have a ball.  The kids had fun.  Thank God we live in a free country to celebrate, laugh, and Praise Him whenever and HOWEVER we want!  Thank you Jesus!&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Ro5vGjMeXxI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/fr3SLBtvwzI/s1600-h/CIMG2005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Ro5vGjMeXxI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/fr3SLBtvwzI/s200/CIMG2005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084123187665329938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Ro5vHDMeXyI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/8oaNy-K3wi4/s1600-h/CIMG1973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Ro5vHDMeXyI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/8oaNy-K3wi4/s200/CIMG1973.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084123196255264546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Ro5vGDMeXwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/ELXBYJxL1Qk/s1600-h/CIMG1995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Ro5vGDMeXwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/ELXBYJxL1Qk/s200/CIMG1995.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084123179075395330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-3478841362496082822?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3478841362496082822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=3478841362496082822' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/3478841362496082822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/3478841362496082822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/07/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks!'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Ro54HDMeXzI/AAAAAAAAAaE/_OI8lWh9Yfo/s72-c/CIMG2007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-3011915162848957752</id><published>2007-06-27T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T11:34:10.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>Summer is full of traveling, sunnin' and funnin' (well this summer so far has been full of rain) But I'm not complaining yet!  Last week my two older kids were at my folks house in Oklahoma.  They had a blast, of course, because their momasita keeps them super busy and entertained the entire time...like I said in an earlier post-she's great.  As for Marty and I, we were pretty bored. Going from 3 to 1 kid is tough.  I had the house clean, groceries bought, emails caught up...and I still had many hours to burn.  I don't realize how much time kids take up.  I don't want to ever be an "empty-nester".  I like the clutter, the noise, the constant "Mommy, he touched me" I truly am blessed and honestly enjoy it.  Here's a slide show of the past couple of months.  Putting here mainly for Aunt Tammy and Grandpa who don't get to see my kiddos that often.  Enjoy!  &lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2FMcKeeMoments%2Falbumid%2F5080803457118395233%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-3011915162848957752?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/3011915162848957752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/3011915162848957752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/06/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-7321962811465181461</id><published>2007-06-11T17:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T17:34:29.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Showing Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rm3nhk2UCwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CruAOYhqIVU/s1600-h/CIMG1944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074966919129598722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rm3nhk2UCwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CruAOYhqIVU/s200/CIMG1944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are my favorite earrings. Marty bought them for me a few years ago for our anniversary. They are from James Avery, very light and I can wear them all the time. Well, a few weeks ago I lost one. I thought it was in my bed, but after much searching and crying I did not find it. I prayed that the Lord would bring it back to me. I know, what a selfish prayer, but that earring was special to me. Well, time went by and I got over it. In the mean time, Rhea had been sick and kinda out of sorts. My prayer for her was that God would somehow let her know she is special. Just a simple prayer. Well, like God does-- he showed off. Just tonight, Rhea was sweeping the floor for me. "MOMMY, Look what I found-- a treasure!" She had found my long lost earring! So God answered both of my prayers at the same time. I was so happy. And well, we can glorify God in the small stuff too right? Praise God for lost and found earrings. P.S. Rhea has been all smiles !--she is the treasure finder and very happy.&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/7202945428648673741-7321962811465181461?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7321962811465181461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=7321962811465181461' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/7321962811465181461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/7321962811465181461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/06/god-showing-off.html' title='God Showing Off'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rm3nhk2UCwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CruAOYhqIVU/s72-c/CIMG1944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-6709057593687177655</id><published>2007-06-11T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T17:31:03.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy of the Year Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rm2p-k2UCsI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AU3WymRnS7Q/s1600-h/dsc03977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074899247624882882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rm2p-k2UCsI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AU3WymRnS7Q/s200/dsc03977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok ya'll this blog is devoted to my sweet husband...who in my mind deserves the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Daddy of the Year" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Husband of the Year" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Awards! Not only does he put up with me (and graciously I might add), he goes beyond the call to show me and his kids how much he appreciates us! Here's just a few reasons why:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. This past weekend I had scheduled a scrapbook convention (GASC). The night before I was to leave, Rhea threw up all night long. Marty was amazing in helping me and letting me sleep while he took care of her, because he knew I needed my rest for &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; day the next day. He took off work and played with three + kids all day not complaining at all. I didn't come home until 1:00 am and he was still all smiles and sweet as can be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(It was &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rm3mEE2UCvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/WjbzyGxmOJY/s1600-h/crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074965312811830002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px" height="87" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rm3mEE2UCvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/WjbzyGxmOJY/s200/crop.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so fun to be with the girls allllll day...here are some of my very best of friends, Melissa and Tricia. We all got scrapbooking about the same time 7 years ago and are addicted. Our shirts say: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"You say Psycho Scrapper like it's a bad thing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. He totally didn't want too, but because he knew how much fun the kids would have, he put up one of those &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BLUE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pools in the backyard. He labored and sweat all evening getting it ready for us to play in! And he knows that I'm terrible at following up with stuff like that; chlorine and stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rm3k5k2UCuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/nXWZLBDyTqs/s1600-h/CIMG1938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074964032911575778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 71px" height="94" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rm3k5k2UCuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/nXWZLBDyTqs/s200/CIMG1938.JPG" width="86" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. He makes dinner on a regular basis, cleans, cooks breakfast every Saturday morning, and keeps the outside in tip top shape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Our septic system was messed up this week because of all the rain, and well, one of the pipes backed up so bad there was GROSS stuff all over the yard.. and I mean&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gross&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; stuff. My daddy-of-the-year was out there (with a fever) cleaning up the mess, scooping up human waste and toliet paper to make it safe for our kiddos. Wow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. He woke up early from a Sunday nap to take his daughter on a "date" to Sonic. Which is always a highlight in Rhea's world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. There are so many more reasons why he deserves these awards, but the main one is because of &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His love for Our Savior&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Marty is a man of &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;pure integrity&lt;/span&gt; and when he serves he does it WHOLE HEARTILY! His devotion to His God and His church is second to none and he truly loves to love others. He is my biggest inspiration and example of a servant leader. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rm3k5E2UCtI/AAAAAAAAAJA/RBmjKJqNKmA/s1600-h/CIMG1937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074964024321641170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="57" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rm3k5E2UCtI/AAAAAAAAAJA/RBmjKJqNKmA/s200/CIMG1937.JPG" width="69" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so glad God brought Marty for me. I never-ever imagined a friendship like his. I only pray that others can have what we have. It's truly what God intended in a marriage. Isaac wants to be just like his daddy, Rhea adores him, and well, Abby will jump out of my arms for only one person: her daddy! &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;Happy Father's Day...my Daddy-of-the-Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"&gt;Disc&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rm2pOE2UCrI/AAAAAAAAAIw/CtQ0GY2M_3o/s1600-h/152110-R1-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074898414401227442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" height="163" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rm2pOE2UCrI/AAAAAAAAAIw/CtQ0GY2M_3o/s200/152110-R1-13.jpg" width="87" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;laimer: Of course &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY DAD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will always win the Daddy-award too...it's just fun to be on this side of the contest :)He was the one who set the bar/the standard! Dad, I had no idea all you did when we were little. Thanks for teaching me the unconditional love of &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHRIST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! You're an amazing man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7202945428648673741-6709057593687177655?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/6709057593687177655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=6709057593687177655' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/6709057593687177655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/6709057593687177655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/06/daddy-of-year-award.html' title='Daddy of the Year Award'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rm2p-k2UCsI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AU3WymRnS7Q/s72-c/dsc03977.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-4556426883804788943</id><published>2007-06-05T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T19:10:21.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR KIM!--in response</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RmYW8E2UCpI/AAAAAAAAAIg/3eG8REEKtvo/s1600-h/CIMG1933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072767251628952210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RmYW8E2UCpI/AAAAAAAAAIg/3eG8REEKtvo/s200/CIMG1933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RmYU0k2UCoI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Hnq7wt1Jm3I/s1600-h/CIMG1932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072764923756677762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RmYU0k2UCoI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Hnq7wt1Jm3I/s200/CIMG1932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memory Lane!  Hope--it was just yesterday, now we're mommies! Kim, you haven't changed a BIT! Except a little more wiser and a Ms. PhD!  Kanakuk has so many memories...sorry everyone else, this is in response to Kim's blog and the great, spiritual impacting memories of 10-11 years ago :)  I love you girls!  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;These pictures were taken in August of 1996!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/7202945428648673741-4556426883804788943?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4556426883804788943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=4556426883804788943' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/4556426883804788943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/4556426883804788943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='FOR KIM!--in response'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RmYW8E2UCpI/AAAAAAAAAIg/3eG8REEKtvo/s72-c/CIMG1933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-8873486161042561206</id><published>2007-05-30T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T10:25:08.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbles Bubble Everywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rl2wt941E6I/AAAAAAAAAII/1JeyR5KPO4U/s1600-h/CIMG1903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070403059242570658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rl2wt941E6I/AAAAAAAAAII/1JeyR5KPO4U/s320/CIMG1903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby got a bubble machine for her birthday! It has saved my life. Usually during the 4-5:30 hour of the day, the kids are hungry, bored, stir crazy, and plain ANNOYING! Especially lately, because of the rain, they are climbing the walls. Finding some peace and solitude to make dinner is very uncommon. But there is hope!!! My good friend (Tosi) bought an Arial bubble blower and during dinner making time, I simply turn it on and the kids go crazy. They love it! Thanks Tosi. One precaution, the tile floor gets a little slippery...get passed that and your "making dinner-without whiny kids on your legs-" has begun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rl2zPt41E7I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/EjlM4Kkb5y0/s1600-h/CIMG1904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070405838086411186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rl2zPt41E7I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/EjlM4Kkb5y0/s200/CIMG1904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Our life is like a bubble: In grand scheme of things, our life is about as long as a life of a bubble. Some lives go with the flow and let the current carry them; others press against the grain to make a stand; some buddy up and try and hang on longer; while others POP and leave a mark. I wonder what kind of bubble I am?--the one thing in common of all bubbles: They die at one point...no matter what. I've never seen an eternal bubble. When your bubble bursts, where will your air go?--just a thought :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-8873486161042561206?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8873486161042561206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=8873486161042561206' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/8873486161042561206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/8873486161042561206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/05/passing-time.html' title='Bubbles Bubble Everywhere'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rl2wt941E6I/AAAAAAAAAII/1JeyR5KPO4U/s72-c/CIMG1903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-420545979425072456</id><published>2007-05-25T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T11:40:45.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biggest Muffin Contest</title><content type='html'>Isaac is super proud of his daddy...and well, all his friends know about it.  My best friend's little girl, Lily was sitting on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; daddy's lap and said, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"You know what daddy?  Isaac's daddy has bigger muffins than you!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This wasn't the first time she has told her daddy that.  Oh the things kids say!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-420545979425072456?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/420545979425072456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=420545979425072456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/420545979425072456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/420545979425072456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/05/biggest-muffin-contest.html' title='Biggest Muffin Contest'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-5686231788856044084</id><published>2007-05-23T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T19:40:46.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABBY is ONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RlT3yt41E4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/qZMQ-9S-lzA/s1600-h/CIMG1887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067947931382125442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RlT3yt41E4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/qZMQ-9S-lzA/s320/CIMG1887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abby Mae McKee: Definitely &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Type A&lt;/span&gt; personality and &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS &lt;/strong&gt;in charge. She was crawling at 4 months, walking at 8 months and communicates pretty well for a one year old. She has throwing a fit down perfectly; we have concrete floors, therefore she graciously throws herself down in a tizzy. If she doesn't get her way immediately she screams. If she &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; get what she wants she screams &lt;em&gt;delightfully. &lt;/em&gt;If she is bored she screams. She is going to be a leader-no doubt- She makes us laugh and is really animated. She can keep up with her brother and sister and desperately wants to do what they do. She's been known to escape the back door and be half way to the road before we realize she's out there; eaten dog food, cat food, and any small object lying on the floor (we are still waiting for a brats shoe to pass). She loves to push buttons on the dvd player and routinely gets into trouble. A spanking or time out in her crib doesn't faze her at all...but if you say "NO!" loudly it breaks her heart&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RlT5e941E5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/hPMVdJ6C1Zw/s1600-h/CIMG1891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067949791102964626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RlT5e941E5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/hPMVdJ6C1Zw/s320/CIMG1891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  She is already our little &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"tomboy" and will not keep a bow in her hair, and can throw a ball better than her sister.  She only has 5 teeth and could care less about eating.  Unless it's grapes, peaches or a lollipop.  She can spot those in any hiding place.  She sings all the time and can actually stay on pitch with the Little Mermaid song.."ahaaaaahaaaahaaa"  She loves to swing and play babies.  I still cannot believe she is one.  On one hand, it was yesterday I was holding a brand new baby...on the other hand, it feels like she's been a part of us forever.  I praise God for my little Abby!  May she bless you Father in all she does! Happy Birthday sweetheart.&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/7202945428648673741-5686231788856044084?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/5686231788856044084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=5686231788856044084' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/5686231788856044084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/5686231788856044084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/05/abby-is-one.html' title='ABBY is ONE!'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RlT3yt41E4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/qZMQ-9S-lzA/s72-c/CIMG1887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-4510132008071543149</id><published>2007-05-22T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T19:42:38.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool Graduation/Promotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RlN5ft41E3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/CrGsW-IREw4/s1600-h/CIMG1874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067527591522800498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RlN5ft41E3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/CrGsW-IREw4/s320/CIMG1874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the McKee's stole the show! Isaac graduated (with honors hee hee:) from Preschool and Rhea promoted to K-4! I was cracking up, even though I was conducting the pe&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RlN3YN41E1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/laHhmNwmWz0/s1600-h/rhea+sings.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067525263650526034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RlN3YN41E1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/laHhmNwmWz0/s200/rhea+sings.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rformance and singing in the production myself. Just wanted to share some photos. Here is my "big" kids. The other little girl is Elisabeth. I've babysat (or babysitted) her since she was 18 months old. She and Isaac and Rhea are very close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Rhea singing her heart out....she was the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"ABC" singer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've ever heard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RlN2ON41E0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/fsQJ7maOUXY/s1600-h/hugs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067523992340206402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RlN2ON41E0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/fsQJ7maOUXY/s200/hugs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the kids walked across the stage to get their "diploma" most of them gave me a hug. Mine gave a FULL BODY hug. Of course he's the class clown and "life of the party" I wonder who he got that from?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Pastor spoke about the time our kids will be in a classroom vs. the time they spend with mom and dad. It was amazing. The next 12 years our babies will be asleep or influenced by a teacher more than they'll be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Imagine putting them in sports, ballet, gymnastics, and all the church activities too. When do we get to influence them? It was very convicting and made me realize I've got to make a conscience effort to spend A LOT of time with my children. They are the future...and I have a hand in the future! Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067526380342023010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RlN4ZN41E2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/qw3URgCHr2k/s200/CIMG1848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Couldn't leave out Abby :) I'll have a blog on her birthday...which is TOMORROW! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7202945428648673741-4510132008071543149?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4510132008071543149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=4510132008071543149' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/4510132008071543149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/4510132008071543149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/05/preschool-graduationpromotion.html' title='Preschool Graduation/Promotion'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RlN5ft41E3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/CrGsW-IREw4/s72-c/CIMG1874.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-6820150096039486482</id><published>2007-05-20T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T15:37:11.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tammy-My Beautiful Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, thank you to all that "commented" Now I feel like blogging all the time. And I think I might...how about starting with two today! Friday was my baby sister's Birthay. Her name is Tamera DeAnne Grinn "Tammy" She is a life time missionary with Pioneer Bible Translators to Crimea, Ukraine. If you want to know where that is, go to her blog site, she graciously put a map on there to show us "geography-challenged" people out there where she lives. &lt;a href="http://www.grinnlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.grinnlife.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RlDJ3941EuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/c07QnGoDLwI/s1600-h/prettysoft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066771544134718178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RlDJ3941EuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/c07QnGoDLwI/s320/prettysoft.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066770861234918098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="180" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RlDJQN41EtI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8pXZPBK2pm4/s400/imsoohappy.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;Why am I blogging about my sister? Because I want everyone to know what an inspiration she is. Plus it was her birthday this weekend and she turned the big 30~~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Among a lot of other things, she has given up her life here in the states to minister in a foreign country, totally out of her comfort zone, learning new language-- culture, food, transportation, marketing, and living; and she has done it with a grace and dignity beyond measure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tammy never meets a stranger and she never has "no room" or "not enough food" She has such a sweet spirit of finding out what ministers to someone. She is one of very few people I know that truly self-less--always finding out how to bless someone else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She ministers to orphans on a daily basis, invites perfect strangers to her house, and will give a hearty back rub to anyone who asks. She is truly the hands and feet of Jesus. Thank you Tammy for giving us an example of God's intention of serving. You are my angel. If you are interested in supporting her and her husband (which is desparetly needed) contact their forwarding agent: Karen Klein at &lt;a href="mailto:rskksk@aol.com"&gt;rskksk@aol.com&lt;/a&gt; or Tammy herself: &lt;a href="mailto:contactus@grinn.org"&gt;contactus@grinn.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for listening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RlDMet41EvI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0PxppWhWNrg/s1600-h/lookingback_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066774408877904626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RlDMet41EvI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0PxppWhWNrg/s200/lookingback_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tammy Grinn  May 18 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-6820150096039486482?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/6820150096039486482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=6820150096039486482' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/6820150096039486482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/6820150096039486482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/05/tammy-my-beautiful-sister.html' title='Tammy-My Beautiful Sister'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RlDJ3941EuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/c07QnGoDLwI/s72-c/prettysoft.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-5834171267130233613</id><published>2007-05-13T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T18:45:45.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments Please</title><content type='html'>Ok.  I'm gonna blog, but I don't want it to be for NOT.  So, If I spend all of nap time on the computer uploading photos and getting my words just right-I'd like to know people are watching.  I've got my faithful 2-3 commentors...but would really like more.  If you look at my blog, could you, would you?  Please leave a comment?  It shows I've had 60 odd viewers on my blog!  I couldn't believe.  YOU AREN'T COMMENTING!    I leave comments almost every time I read someone's blog.  I LONG for the "comment" number and I get so excited when it's in the 4's or 5's :)  So, for all those browsers, click the comment button at the end of the entry here and post a comment!  Thanks. I appreciate it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-5834171267130233613?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/5834171267130233613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=5834171267130233613' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/5834171267130233613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/5834171267130233613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/05/comments-please.html' title='Comments Please'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-4746198496603517781</id><published>2007-05-03T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T13:28:05.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stormy Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my way home from church, I realized, "wow, this is no ordinary thunderstorm" Although they said 80 mph winds, they reached over 100 mph. I didn't stop at Walmart and came straight home...good thing. As I was pulling into the drive our grill comes flying right in front of us! (seriously felt like a scene from that tornado movie)...if I was 4 inches further it would've crashed into my van. As I was pulling into the drive way I see our trampoline fly through the air!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060428939292346514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RjpBTxmgiJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/77KNYjtMy2s/s400/CIMG1685.JPG" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;All I could think was the entire back of our house is windows! It had to of crashed through. Sure enough was slammed against our back porch with one leg cracking a window. Thank God it was big...or it would've crashed more of the windows.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060430227782535330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RjpCexmgiKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/BfjDFQ_RfpU/s400/CIMG1687.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Our big favorite tree in the front got a blow to it too. Isaac was super sad that his "climbing" tree was damaged--but as you can see it's still climable. Just the two tallest branches were blown down.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060432323726575810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RjpEYxmgiMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ofttpG88BKE/s400/CIMG1688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060432310841673906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RjpEYBmgiLI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bSP8V3SKK7E/s400/CIMG1689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All in all, everything worked out.  The worst part about it was the power outage.  It happened right in the middle of our "show" and--of course at the climax part.  To make matters worse, our TIVO is electric, so it didn't record it when the power went out.  Sad huh?  The kids were fine and probably had their best night sleep.  Amazing storm, amazing God who shows the storms where to go.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-4746198496603517781?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4746198496603517781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=4746198496603517781' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/4746198496603517781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/4746198496603517781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/05/stormy-night.html' title='Stormy Night'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RjpBTxmgiJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/77KNYjtMy2s/s72-c/CIMG1685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-7347790255117472749</id><published>2007-05-01T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T19:23:21.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look</title><content type='html'>Yes, I changed the colors of  my blog...because, If you know me, I'm pink.  Everything about me is pink.  Since I was a little girl I've loved pink.  I'm just so happy that &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;PINK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;is in style.  So enjoy reading my blog on pepto-bismal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PINK!  Have a very pink day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-7347790255117472749?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/7347790255117472749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=7347790255117472749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/7347790255117472749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/7347790255117472749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-look.html' title='New Look'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-8413649238031450580</id><published>2007-04-27T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T13:13:41.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommasita!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RjJZGhmgiII/AAAAAAAAAF4/5Ca7YOzSd9M/s1600-h/CIMG4710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058203300124461186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="198" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RjJZGhmgiII/AAAAAAAAAF4/5Ca7YOzSd9M/s400/CIMG4710.JPG" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommasita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RjJX2RmgiHI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gA50Z3fNlqI/s1600-h/CIMG4696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058201921439959154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="148" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RjJX2RmgiHI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gA50Z3fNlqI/s400/CIMG4696.JPG" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommasita taught Abby how to Hula :) --that's who she's looking at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RjJWCxmgiGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JeA9Tpfj6Cw/s1600-h/CIMG1681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058199937165068386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RjJWCxmgiGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JeA9Tpfj6Cw/s400/CIMG1681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my mom: We call her "mommasita"...long story. Anyway, she braved a field trip to the Zoo--with me, my class from school (20 students) and about 20 parents! As you can tell, my kids are cute, but when they are tired--not to fun to be around (they didn't want their picture taken). Anyway, My mom is down visiting from Oklahoma...she comes quite often and my kids LOVE it! She actually will play with them all day, every 15 minutes she has a new idea that brings the kids attention full circle. She's taught them so many neat things this trip, including how to suck on honey suckle, enjoy a meal at crackle barrel, instead of McDonalds, and actually have a good time at Sam Moon. Mommasita is the best grandma in the world and we praise God for her. It would be better if she'd move to Texas (forney area) hint hint!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-8413649238031450580?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8413649238031450580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=8413649238031450580' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/8413649238031450580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/8413649238031450580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/04/mommasita.html' title='Mommasita!'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RjJZGhmgiII/AAAAAAAAAF4/5Ca7YOzSd9M/s72-c/CIMG4710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-6552914739108620077</id><published>2007-04-19T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T18:04:27.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten Around the Corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I know, there are a ton of pictures of my kids...but I'm a proud momma :) This was taken at school where I teach Pre-K. I lucked out because all of them go to the same school now and I got the teacher's discount which was half off! Moms, you know how expensive good pictures get. They look so old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RigMUTgL_2I/AAAAAAAAAFg/tMMMntmbI5Q/s1600-h/CIMG1636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055304124695576418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RigMUTgL_2I/AAAAAAAAAFg/tMMMntmbI5Q/s400/CIMG1636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The reason of this entry is because we are sending our oldest, first-born, little sweetheart to Kindergarten next year. The reality hit when we had "kindergarten round-up" at our local elementary school. Marty and I have been praying and pondering over the decision of homeschooling, private Christian school, or public school. It has been grueling. I know many of my regular blog viewers (Velvet, April etc.,) know exactly what I'm feeling. They too are sending their first-born, beautiful, precious baby girls and boys to kindergarten too next year! Anyway, after all these nights of pondering and praying, God totally answered our prayers. And most of you will be surprised (knowing us) what we have decided to do (well, what God wants us to do)...It came down to a christian school which was going to give us 1/2 off tuition or the public school. I was sold -- completely -- on the private school because it was all Bible Based curriculum and Isaac would've memorized 32 memory verses...but it was a further drive, out of our community and it would still be $200 a month. The flip side was public-- convient, right down the road, in our community, great possibility for evangilism and building eternal relationships SO WHAT TO DO???? Well, the administrator from the Christian school called yesterday and said they are not opening in the fall!!!!! So by answering our prayers, God shut down an entire school :) hee hee (since of course, I'm the center of the universe). I just praise God we have an opportunity to serve, meet people that know Him and don't know Him. But I DO NOT in the least bit, look forward to being away from Isaac 7 hours a day. I actually like being around him ! But if I like being around him, so will others :) right? Thanks for listening....and please leave a comment to help me with this transition :)&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/7202945428648673741-6552914739108620077?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/6552914739108620077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=6552914739108620077' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/6552914739108620077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/6552914739108620077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/04/kindergarten-around-corner.html' title='Kindergarten Around the Corner'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RigMUTgL_2I/AAAAAAAAAFg/tMMMntmbI5Q/s72-c/CIMG1636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-656188665306686800</id><published>2007-04-16T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T11:42:59.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleanin My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RiPCYGRbNZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/W2JL2Vr5bQg/s1600-h/CIMG1620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054096926096176530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="190" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RiPCYGRbNZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/W2JL2Vr5bQg/s200/CIMG1620.JPG" width="253" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's amazing the theology kids come up with.  I'm going to share with you my 3-year-old theology, however it doesn't sound near as convincing without actually hearing from her voice...the "me did it" vs. "I did it" and her little lisp makes you smile inside.  We were sitting in the bathroom the other night getting ready for bed and Rhea looks at me in all seriousness and says &lt;em&gt;"mommy, I feel Jesus cleaning my heart!"&lt;/em&gt;  "Really honey," wow, she's getting it I thought..."Yea, member when I fordot to obey you today?"..."Jesus has to clean that spot, and I feel Him doing it!"   It brings tears to my eyes even now....the WORD says we are to have faith like a child!  Oh Father, clean my heart and let me feel it!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-656188665306686800?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/656188665306686800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=656188665306686800' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/656188665306686800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/656188665306686800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/04/cleanin-my-heart.html' title='Cleanin My Heart'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RiPCYGRbNZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/W2JL2Vr5bQg/s72-c/CIMG1620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-5384583904910008031</id><published>2007-04-11T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T08:19:02.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurrection Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rhz3nGRbNWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/wgu5JGXHIL4/s1600-h/CIMG1552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052185133073511778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rhz3nGRbNWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/wgu5JGXHIL4/s200/CIMG1552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isaac is the ole' pro at this huntin' thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rhz3nmRbNXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/tgCafKod0zM/s1600-h/CIMG1556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052185141663446386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rhz3nmRbNXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/tgCafKod0zM/s200/CIMG1556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know it takes me a while to get these up, but bear with me! I do want to talk about Easter Sunday. It was so sweet! Easter eve it SNOWED!!!! so the sweet little summer/spring dresses we bought are still in the closet for a warmer day...but here are some great pictures of my babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rhz3oWRbNYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/5ntW7c3zgZU/s1600-h/CIMG1577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052185154548348290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rhz3oWRbNYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/5ntW7c3zgZU/s200/CIMG1577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Because I am teaching Sunday School to 1-2nd graders, and do Pre-K Children's church, I don't get much "spiritual food" on Sunday mornings (well adult spritual food) :) I do, however, enjoy so greatly the faces of the kids when they finally "get it". Easter is NOT about the Easter Bunny and Easter eggs...but about a risen Savior who makes a way for us to live! As one little boy said, "I know, He died on the cross for us to live...for our bad words and stuff." and another girl "He 'rosed' up to have 'bictory' over dead people" paraphrased...we are victorious over death because of His glorious resurrection! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sin=death (I'm sinful, therefore will die) Christ died for me! His death=life! (I believe in Him) Christ rose from the dead=(I get to too!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The basics....but that's enough! Thank you Jesus!&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/7202945428648673741-5384583904910008031?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/5384583904910008031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=5384583904910008031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/5384583904910008031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/5384583904910008031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/04/resurrection-sunday.html' title='Resurrection Sunday'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Rhz3nGRbNWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/wgu5JGXHIL4/s72-c/CIMG1552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-8898226286754423606</id><published>2007-03-26T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T06:56:29.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Princesses!</title><content type='html'>Yep, we sure are, DAUGHTERS of the King!  Rhea and I had the opportunity to go to Princesses on Ice together. It was a wonderful afternoon, just my sweet daughter and me!  After attendinging a women's retreat (which I'll blog about that later) I was so convicted about my time with my kids.  The speaker gave an illustration that was me to a T....she said, "here you go mom, off to your ministry, teaching Sunday School etc., etc., and your &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RgfPbIKFXRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/fnG4-H9_3-I/s1600-h/CIMG1411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046229972445125906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RgfPbIKFXRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/fnG4-H9_3-I/s200/CIMG1411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; babies are pulling at your shorts wanting to just spend time with you."  Well, it hit hard.  I had already had this afternoon planned with Rhea, but what a blessing to be able to talk to her about what it means to be a TRUE Princess!  Not a fairy tale, we are the daughters of the KING OF KINGS and LORD OF LORDS!  Thank God for my babies!  (resounding gong I know, but it's my heart)  blog more later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RgfPboKFXSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ythxDkS3iGM/s1600-h/CIMG1437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046229981035060514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RgfPboKFXSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ythxDkS3iGM/s200/CIMG1437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-8898226286754423606?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8898226286754423606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=8898226286754423606' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/8898226286754423606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/8898226286754423606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/03/princesses.html' title='Princesses!'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RgfPbIKFXRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/fnG4-H9_3-I/s72-c/CIMG1411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-4782135129516788241</id><published>2007-03-07T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T06:58:58.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Them Close</title><content type='html'>A very emotional day yesterday caused me to stop and realize what blessings I do have. During dinner preperations (which I hate), and somewhat distraught, probably recently yelling at the kids, Rhea came up to me and hugged me &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Re7O_o-neoI/AAAAAAAAADc/hd9sZ5f1WTA/s1600-h/CIMG1389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039192625801296514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Re7O_o-neoI/AAAAAAAAADc/hd9sZ5f1WTA/s200/CIMG1389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tight saying "mommy, I love you." "I love you too honey," was my response. She looked up at me with her big beautiful brown eyes and said, "no mommy, I love you even when you are angry." My heart melted and instantly had a glimpse of the grace of God and His unconditional love. As you mommies know, that is emotional enough...but later that night, we found out that our very good friends had lost thier baby boy (6 weeks old) He was born prematurely, but everything was looking up, he had gained weight, was eating and everything.--but God in His soveriegnty took him home.  I realized then how precious my gifts are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Re7Qko-nepI/AAAAAAAAADk/9hlYSa2uQ_g/s1600-h/CIMG1386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039194360968084114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Re7Qko-nepI/AAAAAAAAADk/9hlYSa2uQ_g/s200/CIMG1386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have taken for granted the blessings of my beautiful children. They are my "post" right now in the spiritual warfare God has put me in. They are my ministry. I also found out that day that an 8th month old baby girl was in an accident right down the street from us. She was in her car seat, but something from inside the car had hit her head when the car hit a tree. She was care-flighted, but died a couple of days later. She was the same age as Abby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Re7Rw4-neqI/AAAAAAAAADs/cbG3LNtyhHA/s1600-h/CIMG1316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039195670933109410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Re7Rw4-neqI/AAAAAAAAADs/cbG3LNtyhHA/s200/CIMG1316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this to say, even when you (me) are tired, strung out, and the kids are getting on  your last nerve....I've tried to stop and praise God they are healthy, smart, love, laugh, make me laugh, and are just precious gifts from God.  I know you all feel the same about yours.  Thank God for our Children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for Troy and Rachel Ottinger.  Gabe's funeral is this Friday.  It's probably going to be a very emotional event, although they are strong believers, I cannot imagine losing my baby (thier first).  if you want, go to their blog:  &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/theottingers"&gt;www.myspace.com/theottingers&lt;/a&gt;  I think they have some pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-4782135129516788241?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4782135129516788241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=4782135129516788241' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/4782135129516788241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/4782135129516788241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/03/keep-them-close.html' title='Keep Them Close'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Re7O_o-neoI/AAAAAAAAADc/hd9sZ5f1WTA/s72-c/CIMG1389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-918379618280904548</id><published>2007-03-03T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T18:31:35.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Moved In...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Reout_UD86I/AAAAAAAAADM/JiIGv6tdRmc/s1600-h/CIMG1384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037890500791890850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Reout_UD86I/AAAAAAAAADM/JiIGv6tdRmc/s200/CIMG1384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/ReotBvUD85I/AAAAAAAAADE/9ntG4QjF7Ao/s1600-h/CIMG1385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037888641071051666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/ReotBvUD85I/AAAAAAAAADE/9ntG4QjF7Ao/s200/CIMG1385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some strange reason, I was looking forward to "moving"...I thought, WOW, now I can clean out, organize and throw away a lot of junk....OMY, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am sooooo tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! I love my new home, but golly do I have a lot of &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;STUFF!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Honestly though, I could not have done it without amazing friends. Some of Marty's buddies lifted, loaded and lugged for 3 solid days, while my mom and dad slaved from packing me up, babysitting, cooking, cleaning, building, hanging up things, unpacking etc., The kids adjusted well, apart from Abby cutting 5 teeth at the same time, we've all pretty much settled it. I like my high speed internet, and my crop room, and my beautiful kitchen, and my (Okay that's enough)....&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thank you ALLLLL&lt;/span&gt; who helped out and made me feel special (Jennifer; you work horse, Becky; only a true friend will clean out a refrigerator; Mom and Dad, you just flat amaze me; all the guys who lifted pianos, armours, beds etc., Dennis, Mark, Oscar, Granddad...Thanks You've made our little McKee family SUPER happy :)&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/7202945428648673741-918379618280904548?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/918379618280904548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=918379618280904548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/918379618280904548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/918379618280904548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/03/weve-moved-in.html' title='We&apos;ve Moved In...'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/Reout_UD86I/AAAAAAAAADM/JiIGv6tdRmc/s72-c/CIMG1384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-3341736323193241133</id><published>2007-02-11T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T19:20:09.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mommy's Busy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The two words I've learned to hate....it's been so crazy here trying to pack, care for Marty  and Isaac (flu), plan a women's retreat, disciple, Bible study, teach Sunday School, prepare lessons for pre-K, and well, sometimes I have to shower.  When Rhea says "mommy, want to play mommies with me?"  Lately my automatic response has been "Mommy's busy honey."  It depresses me to no end.  When I do stop and play with her, I feel the stress build up in my neck because I see the laundry, the dishes, the mess, when I don't stop to play with her, the stress is there another way.  I'm so tired of being BUSY!  Life is too short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-3341736323193241133?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3341736323193241133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=3341736323193241133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/3341736323193241133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/3341736323193241133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/02/mommys-busy.html' title='&quot;Mommy&apos;s Busy&quot;'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-4212806971040768741</id><published>2007-02-08T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T20:24:45.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Commandments</title><content type='html'>We were talking about the 10 Commandments today and I asked my kids if they knew any of the 10 Commandments. Well, my sweet son rose his hand and said, "I don't know 10, but I know 2!" "Really," I replied, with a rather proud feeling, "which ones honey" "You know Mom, Elle and Manny on Ice Age 2...you know the two mammoths" Ok, it's not as funny written as it is saying it. If you say 10 commandments out loud quickly, a child, or anyone for that matter might think you're referring to Mammoths! Especially if that's all you've been watching for the past week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="img.mtv3.fi/.../leffasivujen_kuvat/369763.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-4212806971040768741?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/4212806971040768741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=4212806971040768741' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/4212806971040768741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/4212806971040768741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/02/10-commandments.html' title='10 Commandments'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-2580796528607866838</id><published>2007-02-02T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T07:11:46.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RcOafQOCZPI/AAAAAAAAACc/U_VI6_VhZJs/s1600-h/RheaAbby.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027031470796072178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RcOafQOCZPI/AAAAAAAAACc/U_VI6_VhZJs/s200/RheaAbby.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RcOaVwOCZKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YenwkozzYe4/s1600-h/Isaacbday1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027031307587314850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RcOaVwOCZKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YenwkozzYe4/s200/Isaacbday1.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RcOaYQOCZLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mlsf5eVmSJY/s1600-h/Isaacbday2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027031350536987826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RcOaYQOCZLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mlsf5eVmSJY/s200/Isaacbday2.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RcOaYgOCZMI/AAAAAAAAACE/qCdIMDV9PrY/s1600-h/Isaacbday3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027031354831955138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RcOaYgOCZMI/AAAAAAAAACE/qCdIMDV9PrY/s200/Isaacbday3.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RcOaYwOCZNI/AAAAAAAAACM/oDLoJBcZZYg/s1600-h/Isaacbday4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027031359126922450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RcOaYwOCZNI/AAAAAAAAACM/oDLoJBcZZYg/s200/Isaacbday4.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RcOaZAOCZOI/AAAAAAAAACU/glmT98zRdAM/s1600-h/Isaacbday5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027031363421889762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RcOaZAOCZOI/AAAAAAAAACU/glmT98zRdAM/s200/Isaacbday5.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't uploaded pictures in a while, so I wanted to post these of Isaac's Birthday Party!  We had a blast with a Happy Feet birthday, we were Pinguins!  Isaac loved everyone one of his presents...Thanks everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-2580796528607866838?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/2580796528607866838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=2580796528607866838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/2580796528607866838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/2580796528607866838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/02/birthday-party.html' title='Birthday Party'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RcOafQOCZPI/AAAAAAAAACc/U_VI6_VhZJs/s72-c/RheaAbby.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-3029793034018111854</id><published>2007-02-02T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T07:16:08.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHE TOOK HER FIRST STEPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RcOYhgOCZJI/AAAAAAAAABg/w0Ym2wruCRM/s1600-h/rheamckee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027029310427522194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RcOYhgOCZJI/AAAAAAAAABg/w0Ym2wruCRM/s200/rheamckee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rhea, is my little Princess.  Doesn't she look all grown up?  Only 3.5 years old, writing her name, singing, and playing mommy and sisters all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RcOYdwOCZII/AAAAAAAAABY/LZPI7SWXXPQ/s1600-h/abbymckee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027029246003012738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RcOYdwOCZII/AAAAAAAAABY/LZPI7SWXXPQ/s200/abbymckee2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RcOYZQOCZHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ph4Pyueq12o/s1600-h/abbymckee1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027029168693601394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RcOYZQOCZHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ph4Pyueq12o/s200/abbymckee1.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abby did it.  8 mos. 1 week, she took 2.5 steps by herself.  She didn't know what happened but did it with ease.  I'm with her all day long, and go out one evening with the girls, and she does it for Daddy!  Where's the love?  Anyway, here are some recent pics of my beauties!  Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-3029793034018111854?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3029793034018111854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=3029793034018111854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/3029793034018111854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/3029793034018111854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/02/she-took-her-first-steps.html' title='SHE TOOK HER FIRST STEPS'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RcOYhgOCZJI/AAAAAAAAABg/w0Ym2wruCRM/s72-c/rheamckee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-769532145717054612</id><published>2007-01-30T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T14:23:08.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes, yes, I've been wanting to blog for several days.. but for some reason cannot upload a picture. I tried to use my dad's computer when he was here, but to no avail. So I'll blog without pictures. Anyone have a clue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;We celebrated Isaac's 5th birthday! My baby, my first born is FIVE YEARS old... They say that the first 5 years of a persons's life determines the path they will go. Oh Father, I pray we have lead Him on your path. He is such a joy. He wanted a Happy Feet birthday, so we had penguin races (tying their ankles together and running to the freezing cold water to retreive a fish with their mouths) Happy Feet Cake and Ice Cream. It was sweet. Oh to be 5 again. His big thing now is to save his money (in his wallet like his daddy, however, sad to say, Isaac has more cash than his daddy). He's saving his money to buy a big Light-Saber "life-saver" is what he calls it. (it's peer pressure, a friend at church has one, and he just HAS to have one.) So we've started a chore chart in order to earn an allowance. We are really trying to teach giving to God first, then savings, AND THEN buy what you want. We'll see if it sticks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My middle baby (Rhea) is 31/2. She's become a little bossy. Just wondering if this is a girl thing or middle child thing? She is very influential and sad to say she's picking up my bad habits. I heard her say a few days ago to her baby dolls "UGH, You are driving me CRAZY!" I wonder where she heard that :) I have heard on the other hand pray for someone without being prompted to, and she randomly tells people she loves them (friends, teachers, family) She's a firecracker...but I wouldn't change her a bit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Abby is Abby. 8 mos....CONSTANTLY moving. I swear that girl has more energy than all of us put together. She is on the move always. Even when she is sleeping, her foot is rocking or she's going to town on her pacifier. She is the happiest thing I've ever seen and I can't imagine our family without her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally sold it... Yep, we've got a contract on the house and close in 22 days. We are so glad, but know it's going to be an exhausting process. We've made a bid on a house and just pray everything goes perfectly. We are excited to be closer to civilization, have a little more room, and to go through and organize all of our stuff! Pray for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just blessing after blessing. WE praise God for all the glorious riches He's given us....we don't deserve a one! Happy Blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-769532145717054612?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/769532145717054612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=769532145717054612' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/769532145717054612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/769532145717054612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/01/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-5171961917496800267</id><published>2007-01-15T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T15:13:43.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fondue!  Fun!</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's been a while, but I didn't think posting this would have it's true affect without the pictures, but for some reason, my acient dial up internet is not allowing pictures at this time, so I will give a brief description of our Family Fondue Fun night~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a chocolate fondue fountain for Christmas (well ok, I bought if for myself the day after Thanksgiving...it was going to be a gift, but I kept instead; don't laugh I know you've done that before).  Anyway, we pulled it out, and me being a chocolateholic I decided to influence my entire family into the same bad habits.  The kid's eyes were HUGE as the chocolate started pouring out.  I think Isaac actually had saliva dripping out the side of his mouth, Rhea was speechless.  So, we pulled out the pretzels, strawberries, nuts and marshmallows and started dipping away.  By the way, this would've been &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;fun without kids &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  We had chocolate all over the place including hair, hands, noses and feet!  We laughed and carried on.  The kids loved being invovled...even Abby got her hand in it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat watching the excitement of Chocolate, I couldn't help but reflect on my excitement for other sweets.  Just like the chocolate poured down, so did the blood of my Savior.  How sweet it is to know him, and how exciting it is to first taste of him.  Oh how I wish I could get excited, like my kids did, everytime I think about Him and what He's done in my life.  Chocolate is sweet everytime I taste it....So should God.  How come we get so immune to Him?  He is the sweetest thing of all, and yet, we forget.  My simple prayer as I cleaned up the splattered Chocolate was that I will &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;FOREVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; taste and see that the Lord is good.  That the palate of my life will not grow accostume to His love, grace and mercy...and that my precious family will know His sweetness too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Fondueing....it's worth the mess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-5171961917496800267?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/5171961917496800267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=5171961917496800267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/5171961917496800267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/5171961917496800267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2007/01/fondue-fun.html' title='Fondue!  Fun!'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-5377807332761561575</id><published>2006-12-23T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T16:57:00.438-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas 2006'/><title type='text'>Christmas Celebration at the Kleins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RY3NSdO68fI/AAAAAAAAAAo/glDtStRV-yQ/s1600-h/CIMG3384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011887677301780978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" height="168" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RY3NSdO68fI/AAAAAAAAAAo/glDtStRV-yQ/s320/CIMG3384.JPG" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mamasita (Heidi's Mom) was the hostess with the mostest as the great grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins and friends all came together to eat and celebrate the season of the greatest LOVE: &lt;em&gt;Jesus!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RY3ONtO68gI/AAAAAAAAAAw/mjMxIUXCLHA/s1600-h/CIMG3380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011888695209030146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RY3ONtO68gI/AAAAAAAAAAw/mjMxIUXCLHA/s200/CIMG3380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our 78 year old "Papa" was quick to tryout our new gift: a peddle cart! Santa actually came and dropped it off early. We had so much fun playing outside, playing catch phrase, and of course-- eating some great grub!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RY3PS9O68hI/AAAAAAAAAA4/z-Y5dIVZIYs/s1600-h/CIMG3392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011889884914971154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RY3PS9O68hI/AAAAAAAAAA4/z-Y5dIVZIYs/s200/CIMG3392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As usual, we laughed and enjoyed each other.  It's crazy we only do this once a year.  We are blessed to have a wonderful family.  May God continue to bless us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here, left to right:  Jackie (cousin) Jennifer (cousin-in-law) Grandy (my grandmother) Aunt "B" and Nicole (cousin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-5377807332761561575?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/5377807332761561575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=5377807332761561575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/5377807332761561575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/5377807332761561575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-celebration-at-kleins.html' title='Christmas Celebration at the Kleins'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RY3NSdO68fI/AAAAAAAAAAo/glDtStRV-yQ/s72-c/CIMG3384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-1682638260817428190</id><published>2006-12-22T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T10:40:51.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take A Look!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RYwlpNO68dI/AAAAAAAAAAU/owBkEt65068/s1600-h/IMG_3012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011421875213627858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RYwlpNO68dI/AAAAAAAAAAU/owBkEt65068/s320/IMG_3012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a wonderful Life! Thank you Lord for a precious family. He receives all the glory!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Marty is working at DTS in the online department, focusing on China courses.  When he lost his job at DCC, God was thinking globally :)  Abby is so fun and sweet.  I can't imagine our little family without her.  Watch out world, she'd going to be a mover and shaker.  Rhea, a princess is sweet as ever.  She loves school and prays for her teachers and fellow classmates (and their dogs and kitty's too)  and Isaac;  He's become the care taker, watching out for his two little sisters.  He has a big heart and warms our home.  I (Heidi) am teaching four year olds 2 days a week, teaching k-2nd Sunday School at our new church, leading a Revelation study (wow) and in between that, making cards, scrapbooking and LOVING on my family.  We are so blessed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-1682638260817428190?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/1682638260817428190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=1682638260817428190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/1682638260817428190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/1682638260817428190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2006/12/take-look.html' title='Take A Look!'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/RYwlpNO68dI/AAAAAAAAAAU/owBkEt65068/s72-c/IMG_3012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202945428648673741.post-8363033190158171811</id><published>2006-12-21T07:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T08:52:11.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006 Highlights</title><content type='html'>I sent out cards to most, but thought the BLOG idea was so grand!  Here's my try at it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;McKee Highlights  2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;· Abby Mae McKee born May 23rd., 8lb. 13 oz. And perfect!&lt;br /&gt;· The Lord moved Marty to another job after much turmoil.  He loves working at the Seminary in the On-line department.—and therefore...&lt;br /&gt;· We moved churches!  Marty and I are now ministering at Centerpoint Church in Mesquite .  And still trying to move closer!  Centerpoint is a great church and growing!  We are blessed to be a part of that body!&lt;br /&gt;· Marty’s  dad was diagnosed with Lung Cancer and is  putting up a good fight.  He’s responding to the treatment. And we Praise God!  (Update, as of yesterday, the reports are saying the cancer may be in remission!!!)&lt;br /&gt;· The kids are our delight  and  we praise God we have little angels to remind us of His Love and His Grace.  They are learning and growing so fast!  Isaac is almost 5 and thinks he's 12.  Wants to play Baseball, football and basketball when he grows up.  He is learning so fast, and is mommy's prize pupil (I teach him in Preschool)  Rhea is our spiritual Giant...loves praying for people and wants to know if they know Jesus loves them.  She is a BEAUTIFUL little girl, and I'm already fighting the little boys off.  Abby is the happiest little thing...and fast.  She started crawling at 4 months, and at 6 months is standing by herself!  She has to keep up with big sister and brother!  What joys!&lt;br /&gt;· Thanks for sharing our BLESSINGS!&lt;br /&gt;Love my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7202945428648673741-8363033190158171811?l=mckeelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8363033190158171811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7202945428648673741&amp;postID=8363033190158171811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/8363033190158171811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7202945428648673741/posts/default/8363033190158171811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckeelife.blogspot.com/2006/12/2006-highlights.html' title='2006 Highlights'/><author><name>Hi-d-Ho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11953097354346953741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0y1cn3OouNU/SevXUWEx4AI/AAAAAAAABrk/XAEWJiru3pI/S220/CIMG5866.JPE'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
