<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693851262078681962</id><updated>2009-10-13T14:53:35.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trees in the forest</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>April M Rhines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183972217538558404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693851262078681962.post-4910260126227487810</id><published>2009-08-30T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T16:20:09.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss</title><content type='html'>She meets me out in the garden and giggles, and I know why.  She's wearing my shoes. Last week she told me she's been wanting to try on my hoop earrings, and did I mind if she tried?  She wore them all afternoon of course waiting til the man of the house was home to see her with the large silver loops on either side of a pair of smiling cheeks.&lt;div&gt;She still holds my hand, but I can see her reaching for the future . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now she is lovely young.   She loves beauty and that is wonderful.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8693851262078681962-4910260126227487810?l=aprilmagoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4910260126227487810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8693851262078681962&amp;postID=4910260126227487810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/4910260126227487810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/4910260126227487810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-miss.html' title='Little Miss'/><author><name>April M Rhines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183972217538558404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06266389055714096677'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693851262078681962.post-7404650111960621256</id><published>2009-08-25T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T09:47:43.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A pan?</title><content type='html'>Church camp.  That's where I heard it.  For real -  an audible voice.  In the midst of a beautiful thing that is a worship service at youth camp, I heard God's voice.  I don't remember the song we were singing or the band or who the preacher was, but I remember that the voice said, " April, I have a plan for you."  Really not earth shattering news.  I mean, doesn't God have a plan for everyone?   In my heart I believed that I was called as much as anyone who is a follower of Christ, that I was also a minister of the gospel purely by the fact that I've been grafted into the holy priesthood and all that good stuff.  So I figured the best in store for me was to be Christ to others as I went and as for an official calling . . . well we'd see.  &lt;div&gt;Years later, I'm wondering if my calling is just to be a mom and a wife - which i really do well - if you don't count that laundry over there.  Or is there more?  I really want to live a life that makes a difference, to have given all I can. Otherwise, what's the point?  Is it enough to make an impact in the life of my family and maybe a few friends or is my reach even farther than that?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sure.  But Jeff, God love him, had an answer for me.  Maybe I misheard.  Maybe he didn't say plan, maybe it was pan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8693851262078681962-7404650111960621256?l=aprilmagoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7404650111960621256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8693851262078681962&amp;postID=7404650111960621256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/7404650111960621256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/7404650111960621256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/pan.html' title='A pan?'/><author><name>April M Rhines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183972217538558404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06266389055714096677'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693851262078681962.post-6289573915390016329</id><published>2009-04-05T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:09:30.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reverse card</title><content type='html'>Okay, I recant requesting a folding machine.  I am grateful that I'm not using a washboard or even better - washing my clothes in the river.  Had a dream about Morocco the other night . . . I saw women carrying their laundry to wash in the river, the river that kinda looked muddy. That was in real life, not the dream.  The dream just reminded me of that.   And even in Europe they hardly have dryers.  So I'm done with that wish, and thankful I can fold the clothes.  &lt;div&gt;Bah! I still think it would be a cool invention.  After the man to the moon and all that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8693851262078681962-6289573915390016329?l=aprilmagoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6289573915390016329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8693851262078681962&amp;postID=6289573915390016329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/6289573915390016329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/6289573915390016329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/2009/04/reverse-card.html' title='reverse card'/><author><name>April M Rhines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183972217538558404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06266389055714096677'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693851262078681962.post-8535790268308623625</id><published>2009-03-05T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T10:41:02.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another improvement for my day</title><content type='html'>Washing machines and dryers are fantastic. Best thing since sliced bread.  They wash and dry our clothes for us in record time.  I love and appreciate the work they do for me.  This year we needed to replace our dryer . . . 12 years of work and all, it was ready to retire.  There were beautiful new models of the dryer and washers, too, but basically the improvements to the older models is very little more than aesthetics, and I'm thinking, instead of wasting time on designing new washing machines and dryers that already do a great job . . . how about a whole nother machine.  That's right, something that takes it to a whole nother level.  What I'd like to see the next time I'm shopping for home appliances is a folding machine.  That would be truly miraculous.  Can I get an Amen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8693851262078681962-8535790268308623625?l=aprilmagoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8535790268308623625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8693851262078681962&amp;postID=8535790268308623625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/8535790268308623625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/8535790268308623625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-improvement-for-my-day.html' title='another improvement for my day'/><author><name>April M Rhines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183972217538558404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06266389055714096677'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693851262078681962.post-3168370765941533821</id><published>2009-02-09T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T08:38:22.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What would make my day better</title><content type='html'>Desperately wanting a decent pencil sharpener.  I can't even describe the lame attempts made by my electric pencil sharpener to sharpen pencils.  Please, someone give me a good reccomendation.  This could solve my [children's] academic crisis.  If I can't equip them with excellent tools in usable condition, then all hope is lost . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8693851262078681962-3168370765941533821?l=aprilmagoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3168370765941533821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8693851262078681962&amp;postID=3168370765941533821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/3168370765941533821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/3168370765941533821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-would-make-my-day-better.html' title='What would make my day better'/><author><name>April M Rhines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183972217538558404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06266389055714096677'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693851262078681962.post-4036822931134917458</id><published>2008-07-06T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T05:35:30.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what in the world!</title><content type='html'>This weekend we were driving through the Texas Hill Country and we came upon a small homemade museum that featured dinosaur tracks.  We had to stop and check them out.  CRAZY!  What in the world!  It seems like a fairy tale.   It really doesn't seem real.  And all I want to know is, "God, why did you make dinosaurs?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8693851262078681962-4036822931134917458?l=aprilmagoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4036822931134917458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8693851262078681962&amp;postID=4036822931134917458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/4036822931134917458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/4036822931134917458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-in-world.html' title='what in the world!'/><author><name>April M Rhines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183972217538558404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06266389055714096677'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693851262078681962.post-3677075711262367090</id><published>2008-07-01T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:27:22.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how</title><content type='html'>Sharing Christ with others is a weight on my heart.  Here are my two interesting opportunities, and I'm praying for others.&lt;br /&gt;1. Neighbors:&lt;br /&gt;So we've recently moved to a very rural area outside of San Antonio.  It's an actual neighborhood with an HOA and eveything, but you get the feeling that these people are out here to get away from people.  The lots are 2 to 5 acres with horses, heavily wooded and . . . gates.  So going over to someones house to say borrow an egg, although a believable excuse to get to your neighbors front door as the grocery store is over 20 miutes away, doesn't seem exactly inviting- nevermind the barking dogs.  So despite the unwelcoming gates and the closed curtains, I've decided that this week I'll make cookies and use the cute kids as a way of getting in to my neighbors' homes.  Should be interesting, and I'm praying for people to be home and me not to chicken out.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Opportunities to socialize&lt;br /&gt;so Jeff had a great scooter that allowed him to socialize with scooter people.  That also allowed me to socialize with scooter people.  Subcultures are so fun.  So I've been on one outing with the scooter people (all males, and none with off spring) accompanied by Jeff and the kids.    And here's the thing I've been thinking about . . .  One of the guys told a great story about how he'd been riding and his cargo flew off the back of his bike.  The camera and phone that were inside his cargo bag flew out of their bags and onto the asphalt.  He didn't realize this until he was a few miles away, and when he went back to find them they were all still there and virtually unharmed in the middle of a busy road!  His comment was "That's karma!"  in retrospect I feel that this was my in.  That was the opportunity that I could have begun a conversation that included the possibility that karma was not in control of his life, but perhaps there was something more and Divine in nature.  I'm not saying it was the moment to reveal all mysteries of salvation, but it could have been more, and I completely missed it . .  and maybe for eternity because now Jeff has gotten rid of the scooter so we may no longer qualify to hang with those nice folks.  Anywho, I'm currious if anyone is reading this, what would be your response, how would you use the opportunity?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8693851262078681962-3677075711262367090?l=aprilmagoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3677075711262367090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8693851262078681962&amp;postID=3677075711262367090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/3677075711262367090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/3677075711262367090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/how.html' title='how'/><author><name>April M Rhines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183972217538558404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06266389055714096677'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693851262078681962.post-5153185234791390889</id><published>2008-06-15T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T20:37:46.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food from Heaven</title><content type='html'>Last night our family went to a favorite Asian restaurant in San Antonio.  It was wonderful.  In many ways.  We ordered new dishes and enjoyed the fresh fare set before us.  The company was also a delight.  When it came time to pay the bill, the waitress told us that the bill was paid and we owed nothing!  Someone else had paid our bill.  Jeff asked who we needed to thank, but she would not reveal the benefactor.  The fun part is that I saw the man do it! shortly after we were seated at our table a single older gentleman, bespectacled and full bearded, sporting a hat was seated at a nearby table.  In passing glances I observed his interest in our table.  I wasn't sure if it was the food that interested him, the conversation or the dear faces of the people around the table. In any case I saw him ask for a check as soon as his meal was set on his table.  I instinctively had a feeling that he had just picked up our check. (FYI: it is almost impossible to surprise a Brinegar girl)  And when the waitress confirmed it, I knew that what I suspected was true.  As we left the restaurant he hid his face under the brim of his hat as we passed by him.  I have no idea what made that man decide to pay for our meal, but it certainly was a beautiful and kind thing to do.  The kindness of this stranger reminded me of these precious words found in Hosea 11:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I led them with cords of a man, with bonds of love,&lt;br /&gt;        And I became to them as one who lifts the yoke from their jaws;&lt;br /&gt;        And I bent down and fed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although it was the act of a man that fed our family last night, I know that truly God does bend down and feed us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8693851262078681962-5153185234791390889?l=aprilmagoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5153185234791390889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8693851262078681962&amp;postID=5153185234791390889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/5153185234791390889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/5153185234791390889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/food-from-heaven.html' title='Food from Heaven'/><author><name>April M Rhines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183972217538558404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06266389055714096677'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693851262078681962.post-917981810917361785</id><published>2008-06-01T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T17:47:04.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the game of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lauriekendrick.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/life2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lauriekendrick.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/life2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I never really liked games that much when I was a kid.  I don't know if I was just a poor loser or I didn't care for the randomness of rolling dice and drawing the wrong card that all of a sudden made you a loser- probably both.   A few days ago I felt like we rolled the dice and all of a sudden things were on a losing path.  Now I realize that in real life being a "loser" is a little more subjective, but all of a sudden I felt like instead of being on the path that leads to comfort and American equivalent of happiness I was  on the path that takes me to a less desirable existence.  You know something akin to being on your way to the lollipop wonderland and then all of a sudden you've been thrown back into stuck in the sludge of sticky taffy and everyone is laffy but you.&lt;br /&gt;But then I remembered that on a board game we are all afforded only one winning option!&lt;br /&gt;I also remembered that the Supreme Being (thank you Stevie Wonder) takes us on different journeys and that while I like it to be easy, that's totally not what it's about.  The hard choices and even hard paths that we don't choose grow us into the beautiful people that makes the heart of a Father smile.  That is ultimately the goal of this game. &lt;br /&gt; . . . still, I do wish it didn't have to be so hard sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8693851262078681962-917981810917361785?l=aprilmagoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/feeds/917981810917361785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8693851262078681962&amp;postID=917981810917361785' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/917981810917361785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/917981810917361785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/game-of-life.html' title='the game of life'/><author><name>April M Rhines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183972217538558404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06266389055714096677'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693851262078681962.post-831544623521303031</id><published>2008-05-14T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T18:54:50.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Darjeeling Limited</title><content type='html'>I honestly empathize a little with Dr. Frankenstein (FRAHNK-EN-SHTEEEEEN!).  All I tried to do was make a PC that would meet a few requirements and it took me weeks.  Can you imagine trying to build a person?  It would take forever just to get the hardware to fit together, not to mention all the programming!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with good intentions.  An old computer had been doing some HTPC functions for us, but none of them well, and frankly I was happy that it baked itself to death.  I promised my son I'd get it fixed quickly so he and I could watch Bugs Bunny together (best thing in the world - laughing at him giggle/chuckle/chortle at the Road Runner and Coyote).  Fastest repair job would just be to replace the motherboard and call it a day, right?  So I get on newegg, read some reviews, and decide on a motherboard/CPU/ram combo that is a little more than I need, but should last me for the next several years.  And, plus, it has HDMI out, so if I ever get that flat screen I've been dreaming about for a couple years we'll be set.  I guess I forgot to check if it has S-Video out... because it doesn't.  (SO! stupid! stupid! stupid!)  And I gave away my monitor because I hadn't used it in forever, so I couldn't even use the VGA port.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I say to myself, let's just go ahead and get that TV.  Bugs would want me to.  So I did.  And it works great.  No story there.  Best TV I ever bought (only one too...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I hook everything up, reinstall XP, the thing runs like it just got a new heart.  Now if I only had some high-def content to watch.  Hmm... I have that old ATI HDTV card in the back of my closet that I couldn't get working before.  Maybe if I give it another shot... so I give it another shot, and another, and another.  I just cannot get the stupid thing to work.  So I uninstall all the drivers on the machine and uninstall all the programs except the most basic, and reinstall just the ATI drivers.  Still doesn't work.  Argh.  Ok, well I'll just go back to the old TV card.  Aw crap.  Yeah.  Doesn't fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll worry about that later... just going to watch this Netflix that just came.  Shoot.  Error no decoder.  Well, I uninstalled PowerDVD but that shouldn't matter.  No problem I'll just reinstall from the disc.  Except that I threw the disc away just two weeks earlier because I didn't realize it was my decoder... I thought it was just bloatware. (you EEEDiot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I could just order PowerDVD online and be done with it... but that's what, $50 or something?  For that I could get a better DVD drive and get the software for free.  Well, you know, if I'm thinking about a DVD drive, for a little more I could get a Blu-ray drive!  So I get a drive from Liteon.  Hook it up.  Install ALL the software this time.  Play a DVD, works fine.  Play a Blu-ray disc, doesn't work.  Hrmm... well... let's read the reviews ah dangit it won't work with XP dang it dang it dang it.  Oh well, that's fine.  All I really was trying to do was to play DVDs anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... what was I doing?  Oh right trying to get my DVR/HTPC box working.  That means I need to get a new TV card that'll fit.  Go to best buy just to get something adequate.  Spend hours trying to figure it out, doesn't work, take it back.  Fine.  I'm gonna just order the HDTV card on newegg that gets great reviews.  Does it work with XP MCE? Check.  Right size? Check.  Um... anything else... standard antennae?  Check.  Good reviews?  Check.  Ok, deep breath.  Bang, ordered.  A couple days later it shows up.  Beautiful!  HDTV paused / rewound / inside out right? "Uhhhh, only works with XP when you use the proprietary software," says the MANUAL INSIDE THE BOX.  "And, by the way, the remote doesn't work with the included software, only with MCE."  SUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep breaths.  Fine.  I thought I could avoid Vista until the Lord comes back, but.  Here goes.  I download and install Vista and you know what?  It's actually pretty rockin for a Media Center PC.  I haven't played with it much, but honestly nothing there to complain about so far.  And my HDTV card... WORKS... SO... WELL...  never has American Idol been this large and this surround-soundy in my loft room.  (Seriously, I had no idea that some programs are actually broadcast with surround sound... I can hear the audience clapping in my surrounds).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A point of note here.  I am not now, nor have I ever been, down with American Idol.  HOWEVER, if David Archiletta wins, I *will* have to go outside and crush something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what haven't I tried yet??? OH! My Blu-ray! Yes, let's rent The Prestige and watch it in HIGH DEFINITION SHALL WE???  WON'T THIS BE GRAND???  SORRY, the on-motherboard HDMI video module can't decode the video fast enough to render it without the actors looking like they were performing at my eighth grade talent show.  (oh right you weren't there.  we had strobe lights, and gymnasts, and ... uh oh yeah my best friend breakdanced to thriller).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoooooooo.  Back to best buy to get an adequate card.  Ok fine ATI whatever I'm not a hater.  [insert annoying Lucille Ball crying here] It doesn't work with Vista, Ricky!  Go back to the worst place in the world and, to make myself feel a little better, I pick up The Darjeeling Limited soundtrack.  And it does, my dear friends.  It does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the PC - I ended up getting a different card with a different chipset from newegg and it's great - no fan, big ol' heat sink.  And by now I've failed enough times that I know all the things to check on the specs page.  Get home, plug it in, and before the kids are done eating their buttermilk pancakes and canteloupe for dinner, Enchanted is playing on the TV YEAH!  Ok, so one minor complaint - Vista Media Center doesn't play Blu-ray because it's not programmed to detect your HDMI connection.  Why?  I dunno.  Seems pretty danged stupid of Microsoft.  No biggie... I'm around 99% of the time that we're going to watch a real movie.  Yeah, I think Enchanted is a real movie, so what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all, friend.  Here's what I ended up with and I recommend that if you're going to do it, you don't stray... or you too will be making that sad Charlie Brown walk back to best buy as I once did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motherboard:&lt;br /&gt;ASUS P5E-VM HDMI LGA 775 Intel G35 HDMI Micro ATX Intel Motherboard - Retail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CPU:&lt;br /&gt;Intel Core 2 Duo E6550 Conroe 2.33GHz LGA 775 65W Dual-Core Processor Model BX80557E6550 - Retail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memory:&lt;br /&gt;CORSAIR XMS2 2GB (2 x 1GB) 240-Pin DDR2 SDRAM DDR2 800 (PC2 6400) Dual Channel Kit Desktop Memory Model TWIN2X2048-6400C4 - Retail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HDTV Tuner:&lt;br /&gt;Hauppauge WinTV-HVR 1800 MCE Kit 1128 NTSC/ATSC/QAM/FM TV Tuner Card w/MCE Remote - Retail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blu-ray:&lt;br /&gt;LITE-ON Black SATA Blu-ray DVD-ROM Drive Model DH-4O1S-11 - OEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video:&lt;br /&gt;MSI NX8500GT-MTD256EH GeForce 8500GT 256MB 128-bit GDDR2 PCI Express x16 HDCP Ready Silent Heatsink Video Card - Retail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operating System:&lt;br /&gt;Legal Micro-stinkin-soft Vista Premium 32 bit - Downloaded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV:&lt;br /&gt;Samsung 330 LCD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power:&lt;br /&gt;Seasonic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case:&lt;br /&gt;Silverstone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receiver:&lt;br /&gt;Old Onkyo DTS 5.1 Refurb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any questions - I'll be happy to answer... like... do I really expect anyone to read all this?  No, actually I don't.  Maybe it's for posterity.  No, not that either.  I was just bored and April and the kids weren't home yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8693851262078681962-831544623521303031?l=aprilmagoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/feeds/831544623521303031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8693851262078681962&amp;postID=831544623521303031' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/831544623521303031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/831544623521303031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/2008/05/darjeeling-limited.html' title='The Darjeeling Limited'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678694685751356121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10855583451532824635'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693851262078681962.post-752787291511972261</id><published>2008-05-12T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T07:26:24.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new forest</title><content type='html'>It's been almost a month now in our new place.  In the old forest there were paved trails and the grocery store was 5 minutes away, the stars were . . . well those were actually airplanes heading for the IAH.    Here we'll need to blaze new trails, the grocery store is 25 minutes away, and all those stars. . . wow.  It's a new adventure that I'm already loving.&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I can now see, and it's not just because we're away from the smog!  Jeff gave me lasik for my birthday!  It's super.  Like supercalafragalisticexpialadocious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8693851262078681962-752787291511972261?l=aprilmagoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/feeds/752787291511972261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8693851262078681962&amp;postID=752787291511972261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/752787291511972261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/752787291511972261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-forest.html' title='A new forest'/><author><name>April M Rhines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183972217538558404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06266389055714096677'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693851262078681962.post-6621160578339223478</id><published>2008-04-28T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T15:25:19.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey does anyone else use:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flickr (jefftherhino or photos/therhino)&lt;br /&gt;netflix (jeff rhines)&lt;br /&gt;linkedin (rhinesj)&lt;br /&gt;friendfeed (rhinesj)&lt;br /&gt;stumbleupon (jefftherhino)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so, shout out.  Web 2.0 is tasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, how cool is this.  I'm sitting in my hammock browsing the web in ADKINS, TX.  I know it's not the beach or anything but it's pretty danged cool to be 20 miles from the nearest centers of civilization (seriously - three diff HEBs in three different directions), and still have web connectivity.  It's like Christmas in late April.  Especially since we had Christmas weather last night!  Chilly, right?  We actually got to use the hot tub!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8693851262078681962-6621160578339223478?l=aprilmagoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6621160578339223478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8693851262078681962&amp;postID=6621160578339223478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/6621160578339223478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/6621160578339223478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-does-anyone-else-use-flickr.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678694685751356121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10855583451532824635'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693851262078681962.post-3106531250078108326</id><published>2008-04-03T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T21:35:27.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, a month already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have a contract on the house and close on the 18th (w00t!).  Which means April and I will be moving in together on the 16th.  Also, I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing at work so I kind of just try to find stuff to keep myself busy.  Unsuccessfully.  If any one has any ideas, I'm all ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://twitter.com/rhinesj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love it if anyone that uses or plans on using or wonders about twitter would D rhinesj so i can follow ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8693851262078681962-3106531250078108326?l=aprilmagoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3106531250078108326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8693851262078681962&amp;postID=3106531250078108326' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/3106531250078108326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/3106531250078108326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/wow-month-already-so-we-have-contract.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678694685751356121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10855583451532824635'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693851262078681962.post-2680966899617606403</id><published>2008-03-05T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T14:53:59.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONFESSION: or why you should not dispense medicine before cofffee</title><content type='html'>I am a bad mother.  Officially.&lt;br /&gt;So we were rushing out the door to get the kids to school when I remember that Luke must take his allergy medicine before he relapses into snot slog.  So I run in and grab the nasal spray and what I thought was his singulair.  As I pass the medicine back to the cutie in the back seat I wonder why the pill is now purple instead of pink like it was last week.  First CLUE!  Then Luke also wonders aloud the same thing . . BEEP BEEP BEEP! DO NOT IGNORE THE FLASHING WARNINGS. . . oh well I guess they changed the color, it was a new bottle of the stuff.  Now we're turning the corner about to pull into the drop off lane.   From the back seat, "OUWIE, my mouth is burning! IT"S ON FIRE!" hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;so I gave my kid a naproxen sodium tablet instead of his regular&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; chewable&lt;/span&gt; singulair, and yes he chewed it up.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff, can you ever forgive me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8693851262078681962-2680966899617606403?l=aprilmagoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2680966899617606403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8693851262078681962&amp;postID=2680966899617606403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/2680966899617606403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/2680966899617606403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/confession-or-why-you-should-not.html' title='CONFESSION: or why you should not dispense medicine before cofffee'/><author><name>April M Rhines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183972217538558404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06266389055714096677'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693851262078681962.post-5355535205405697584</id><published>2008-02-21T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T10:45:20.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I move myself back to San Antonio on Sunday night, taking my good clothes, a toothbrush, razor, and my mom's 34 year old &lt;a href="http://www.framus-vintage.de/modules/modells/modells.php?classID=2&amp;amp;typeID=100,138&amp;amp;katID=4629&amp;amp;cl=EN"&gt;Framus&lt;/a&gt;. I'm hoping the guitar can teach me how to play it. Anyone have any pointers on coaxing happy music out of it after all these years? I picked up &lt;a href="http://www.dummies.com/WileyCDA/DummiesTitle/Guitar-For-Dummies-2nd-Edition.productCd-0764599046.html"&gt;Guitar for Dummies&lt;/a&gt; a while back and was going to use that unless someone has a better idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8693851262078681962-5355535205405697584?l=aprilmagoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5355535205405697584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8693851262078681962&amp;postID=5355535205405697584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/5355535205405697584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/5355535205405697584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-move-myself-back-to-san-antonio-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678694685751356121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10855583451532824635'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693851262078681962.post-6101691415509224157</id><published>2008-02-13T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T19:43:37.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eats</title><content type='html'>Triple Grande Latte&lt;br /&gt;Decaf Flavia House Blend Coffee&lt;br /&gt;Steamed Vegetable Dumplings&lt;br /&gt;Bowl Hot and Sour Soup&lt;br /&gt;Decaf Flavia House Blend Coffee&lt;br /&gt;April's Leftover Best Donuts Apple Fritter&lt;br /&gt;Luke's Leftover Banana Bread Slice&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Chunk Gingerbread Cookie Dough&lt;br /&gt;Roger's Blend French Press Coffee&lt;br /&gt;Three Spring Rolls&lt;br /&gt;Bowl of Pho&lt;br /&gt;Luke's Leftover Spring Roll&lt;br /&gt;Luke's Leftover Pho&lt;br /&gt;Lily's Leftover Spring Roll&lt;br /&gt;Century Sundae Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Chunk Gingerbread Cookie&lt;br /&gt;Fridge Water&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8693851262078681962-6101691415509224157?l=aprilmagoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6101691415509224157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8693851262078681962&amp;postID=6101691415509224157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/6101691415509224157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/6101691415509224157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/triple-grande-latte-decaf-flavia-house.html' title='Eats'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678694685751356121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10855583451532824635'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693851262078681962.post-7734950594049645536</id><published>2008-02-11T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T19:45:01.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hats</title><content type='html'>Aaron - to have a homemade cap while alpine touring&lt;br /&gt;Luke - for the long walk from the family van to the classroom&lt;br /&gt;Archie - to wear while managing "the facilities" for the church&lt;br /&gt;Cora - for Christmas because I wanted to make her happy&lt;br /&gt;Josh - because some day we're going to work together again&lt;br /&gt;Greg - knitted on top of enchanted rock&lt;br /&gt;Mark - to keep the good warm thoughts in&lt;br /&gt;Jason - for sharing his spiritual sack lunch with me&lt;br /&gt;Charlie - bright orange because it suits him like it suits me&lt;br /&gt;Jeff - I wore it on a scooter run through a 39-degree thunderstorm&lt;br /&gt;Ross - a parabolic dish to focus his positive thoughts on his baby&lt;br /&gt;Alex - knitted it while on pain killers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8693851262078681962-7734950594049645536?l=aprilmagoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7734950594049645536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8693851262078681962&amp;postID=7734950594049645536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/7734950594049645536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/7734950594049645536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/hats.html' title='Hats'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678694685751356121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10855583451532824635'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693851262078681962.post-2466970631758761081</id><published>2008-02-05T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T21:23:54.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ogw-4sRNhM/R6lEBt87B3I/AAAAAAAAALw/N18u6AYdhRA/s1600-h/IMG_6993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ogw-4sRNhM/R6lEBt87B3I/AAAAAAAAALw/N18u6AYdhRA/s320/IMG_6993.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163733244062664562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The most fun I've had on four wheels in a long time -- and she's in my garage!&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/8693851262078681962-2466970631758761081?l=aprilmagoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2466970631758761081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8693851262078681962&amp;postID=2466970631758761081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/2466970631758761081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/2466970631758761081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/most-fun-ive-had-on-four-wheels-in-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678694685751356121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10855583451532824635'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ogw-4sRNhM/R6lEBt87B3I/AAAAAAAAALw/N18u6AYdhRA/s72-c/IMG_6993.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693851262078681962.post-5606501756042709052</id><published>2008-01-31T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T10:14:30.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three things you may not know about Jeff</title><content type='html'>1.  Since November 23rd Jeff has taught himself to knit and has made 3 scarfs, 10 hats and 1 amazing purse. . . and he uses the expensive yarn.  The ladies at the knitting shops love him.  me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2.  When I married Jeff in 1997 he owned a Porsche 914, an old Ford F150 and he bought me a Nissan Maxima.  In the following years Jeff has owned 10 additional cars/vehicles including the following:  a VW rabbit, a Ford Contour, a Jeep Wrangler, a gold Mercedes, a white Mercedes, a Stella (scooter), a 65 T-bird, a Ford Mustang,  Toyota Corrola and a Nissan Quest.&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, he has been without a car since May 2007!  That's a major fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   3.  Jeff finds great pleasure and rejuvenation in the cutting down and pruning of scrubby cedar trees in the Texas Hill Country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8693851262078681962-5606501756042709052?l=aprilmagoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5606501756042709052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8693851262078681962&amp;postID=5606501756042709052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/5606501756042709052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/5606501756042709052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/three-things-you-may-not-know-about.html' title='Three things you may not know about Jeff'/><author><name>April M Rhines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183972217538558404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06266389055714096677'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693851262078681962.post-3727636204931647985</id><published>2008-01-31T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T08:17:00.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok - but instead of publishing more about myself, I'm going to tell some things about April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She definitely has her own style. She loves funky clothes, but not in a faux 80's punk way. More like what you'd get if you gave a hippie a Nordstrom card. And I love her for that. It's silly, it's fun, it's unique, and it takes thought and intent to be so out-there and still pull it off and look chic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- When she was a girl, she saw her dog hit by a car in front of her house and killed and then she threw up in the front yard.  But when she swung Superman-style into the metal barrel they used to walk around on and broke her arm so she could see the bone pushing out on her skin, she didn't bother to cry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She loves me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8693851262078681962-3727636204931647985?l=aprilmagoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3727636204931647985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8693851262078681962&amp;postID=3727636204931647985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/3727636204931647985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/3727636204931647985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/ok-but-instead-of-publishing-more-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678694685751356121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10855583451532824635'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693851262078681962.post-5831080624358971389</id><published>2008-01-22T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T21:07:08.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I found out I'm getting a 20% bonus and a 10% raise in Houston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone called me to talk about an opportunity in Austin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This after we pretty much decided San Antonio was the place to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working since 7:30am and my boss wants to keep working until at least midnight so we can get something done before the users in the UK get to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some decisions are a lot easier than you think they will be at first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8693851262078681962-5831080624358971389?l=aprilmagoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5831080624358971389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8693851262078681962&amp;postID=5831080624358971389' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/5831080624358971389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/5831080624358971389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-afternoon-i-found-out-im-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678694685751356121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10855583451532824635'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693851262078681962.post-7776989174506159670</id><published>2008-01-19T18:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T18:07:02.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2018/2202453167_89898d9c11.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2018/2202453167_89898d9c11.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Merrilee is a good cook.&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/8693851262078681962-7776989174506159670?l=aprilmagoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7776989174506159670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8693851262078681962&amp;postID=7776989174506159670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/7776989174506159670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/7776989174506159670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/yum.html' title='Yum'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678694685751356121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10855583451532824635'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693851262078681962.post-6986023340029681793</id><published>2008-01-13T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T16:00:56.162-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Houston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='move'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='San Antonio'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It looks like I'm probably going to go back to work for General Dynamics.  All the reasons I left are still there, but they're going to match my wages that I'm making here in Houston, and it's cheaper to live in San Antonio.  Even if it wasn't, my family and I *enjoy* San Antonio, whereas we just tolerate Houston, and sometimes like Kingwood (the Florida of East Texas).  So, we would appreciate you all (whoever you are - if anyone's there) keeping us in your prayers during our time of transition.  It's complicated because we have two houses now that we want to sell - the one in Kingwood (a suburb of Humble (a suburb of Houston) and the one in Adkins (a suburb of Floresville (a suburb of San Antonio)).  And we can only afford both if April keeps working.  So, we'll be split during the week and she'll be a single working mom.  Oh, and I don't have a car.  I just have the scooter, which I don't trust to get me back and forth between San Antonio and Houston.  So, pray for us :)  I think it's the right thing to do, which is crazy, because it's certainly not the easiest thing to do.  And most people would say it's not the most responsible.  Maybe it's just that it's what we *want* to do.  Well, if it isn't what my heavenly father wants us to do, I pray he'll make it obvious to us both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8693851262078681962-6986023340029681793?l=aprilmagoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6986023340029681793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8693851262078681962&amp;postID=6986023340029681793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/6986023340029681793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/6986023340029681793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-looks-like-im-probably-going-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678694685751356121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10855583451532824635'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693851262078681962.post-1262194847210343197</id><published>2008-01-05T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T11:38:18.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo (me on you)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ogw-4sRNhM/R4BW6CKWQNI/AAAAAAAAAK8/by3I7V_wVB4/s1600-h/IMG_6733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ogw-4sRNhM/R4BW6CKWQNI/AAAAAAAAAK8/by3I7V_wVB4/s320/IMG_6733.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152213528724521170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey - look what i got :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8693851262078681962-1262194847210343197?l=aprilmagoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1262194847210343197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8693851262078681962&amp;postID=1262194847210343197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/1262194847210343197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/1262194847210343197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/tattoo-me-on-you.html' title='Tattoo (me on you)'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04678694685751356121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10855583451532824635'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ogw-4sRNhM/R4BW6CKWQNI/AAAAAAAAAK8/by3I7V_wVB4/s72-c/IMG_6733.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8693851262078681962.post-8580580249297343762</id><published>2008-01-02T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T19:59:47.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glorious Days of Celebrating the Holy</title><content type='html'>We will never forget the first year of make your own Christmas. I believe we had reached a maximum exposure to the goods offered each prior year in the mass market. Combined with the sadness that all the "stuff" is afforded at the cost of precious lives in other lands, we were just no longer willing to consume what has been placed on the table as palatable any longer. It's similar to the pretty cakes you see in the grocery store. They are beautiful, and affordable even, but they are gross compared to a cake made by a true artisan. So a month before Christmas Jeff springs the idea of Make your own Christmas. I was pretty sure he wasn't quite serious. He couldn't possible know what he was suggesting. It sounds like a nice idea, but holy cow, that's a lot of work and creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently he was serious. And I love him even more for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been said of ants, but it's true of Jeff, too. . . AMAZING. I love all the wonderful things he made, and I'm so glad I got to do some creating of my own.   The gifts the children made melted our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a little stressful trying to get all the gifts done on time, but also incredibly refreshing as well. I do not enjoy shopping in H-town, and I had been dreading the Christmas crowds. Completely avoiding this madness was a dream come true. Another lovely thing about the make your own, is that the gifts were not carbon copies of what every other person in the United states of America was getting. It's amazing that we are truly a united states in the way that the sweaters and toys and electronics sold on one coast are the exact same as the sweaters, toys and electronics sold on the opposite coast. The search for truly unique gifts and perfect for that special individual had become a joke in the retail/ commercial world of American Christmas. This year we escaped the machine! I feel like we concentrated more on the relationships and the merriment instead of allowing the desire for stuff to steer our season of the Saviour. I love the sweet things our children made and the signs of who they are all over the presents that they gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are already anticipating next Christmas when we will pour ourselves into the gifts we give each other. &lt;br /&gt;It's a good moment to wonder what the next year will bring, and a good time to make note that I hope to be changed in eternal ways. &lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8693851262078681962-8580580249297343762?l=aprilmagoo.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8580580249297343762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8693851262078681962&amp;postID=8580580249297343762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/8580580249297343762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8693851262078681962/posts/default/8580580249297343762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilmagoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/glorious-days-of-celebrating-holy.html' title='Glorious Days of Celebrating the Holy'/><author><name>April M Rhines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14183972217538558404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06266389055714096677'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>