tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57188715916803181772024-03-05T06:31:23.132-08:00Mac & OliviaMontana Girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13513734854193630232noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718871591680318177.post-44040420992940123982012-05-10T09:50:00.000-07:002012-05-10T09:50:06.995-07:00It's a small world...Do not blame me if that song gets stuck in your head. It's your own fault for reading it. Why is it a small world you ask? Because it is.<br />
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My brother, Chase, has been staying at Mom's on the weekends. He claims he needs a break from Daddy, which I believe, but I also think he just wants to party and no one lives in Silesia (and Daddy wouldn't allow a party anyway). I've been staying at Mom's on the weekends too since school has been killing me with homework.<br />
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Mom has to work late (and I mean late) on Saturday leaving me and Evan to babysit Izzy, and Chase, for that matter. I don't care what Chase does, he's eighteen and would never listen to me anyway. So he has a party and invites a bunch of dude friends and girls over. Evan and I made sure Izzy stayed in her room and played with her. But I had to see a little bit of this party.<br />
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Chase knows a lot of people. Even though his high school isn't very big, he knows a bunch of kids from the high schools and colleges in town. There was about fifty people downstairs.<br />
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But this post isn't about Chase's party (which looked stupid anyway). When I was going back upstairs I saw that the bathroom door was open only a little bit--it's always either completely open or closed--and I could hear noises. How dumb am I that I had to go see? I swear I was thinking "what would Holly do?"<br />
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I push open the door and it's two guys and they both looked really familiar. They didn't notice me at first since they were too busy making out on the bathroom counter. Good thing we have a long counter...<br />
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Then it hit me! The guy on the bottom was Emily's math tutor. I saw him at Easter, although all he did was eat Jello. The other guy I've met several times since he is an actual friend of Chases, not like half the weirdos downstairs. The guy, Viggo, was held back a year in high school and he and Chase met at some sport thing between their schools. I don't know why Emily's math tutor would be at the party since he is closer to thirty than twenty, but Viggo must have bribed him.<br />
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Viggo finally realized I was there and jumped off the counter. That stupid song started playing in my head because who knew that a friend of my brother's would be frisking up a friend of Emily's?<br />
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"Aaron, isn't it?" I said. "I can't wait to tell Emily."<br />
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He did not look happy.<br />
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Actually I told Olivia and Holly first since Emily doesn't appreciate being called at weird hours. Twelve-year-olds...<br />
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-Mac-Montana Girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13513734854193630232noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718871591680318177.post-16087102523172561922012-04-05T10:34:00.000-07:002012-04-05T10:34:23.591-07:00A Date... Kind OfSince it was Holly's 14th birthday Monday, we went on Saturday night. Well, not her and I, but a group of us: me, Holly, Olivia, Holly's brother Dexter, my brother Cam, and a male acquaintance of ours from school, Tristan. Since there was enough boys for all of us, it kind of felt like a date, especially since we all kind of like some of the boys. Olivia has a <i>huge </i>crush on Dexter. Holly and I like Tristan a lot. He doesn't usually hang out with us a much, so I'm not really sure how Holly managed to <strike>shag</strike> snag him.<br />
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We went to the mall for pizza (Olivia's mom drove us). After that we walked across the street for ice cream. Holly bemoaned the fact that we couldn't drive yet. I reminded her that her oldest brother could drive and maybe if they got along he would take us to cool places. She rolled her eyes.<br />
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We headed back to the mall to hit a few shops before we had to meet Olivia's mom. Everyone paired off as soon as went in one store. I got stuck with my brother. He wasn't any happier than I was since he liked Holly.<br />
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The store was boring, I was ready to leave, but first we had to pull Holly and Tristan apart. Being 14 obviously makes you very <strike>horny</strike> hormonal. It was almost time to meet Olivia's mom so we headed back to the food court. Olivia whispered to me that she and Dexter were going to hang out together. I grinned, but hoped that Dexter wasn't as crazy as his sister.<br />
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I wasn't at all surprised when Holly called me later to tell me that she and Tristan were going to go on a true date. I'm a little worried for her since she is so wild and a little jealous because I like Tristan, too. Also a little sad that both my friends have potential boyfriends and I don't. It makes me wonder what kind of drama is going to await us is high school.<br />
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-Mac-Montana Girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13513734854193630232noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718871591680318177.post-5273395942402388492012-03-27T12:59:00.000-07:002012-03-27T12:59:35.244-07:00Crazy TimesThis post might get a little crazy, so consider yourself warned. Holly is watching over my shoulder, and although she has promised not to interfere, I don't really trust her.<br />
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I decided to write to Blake Shelton (so much for my promise not to make another post about him) and see if I can get an autograph. Fingers crossed! Though I'm not sure what to say yet. I have to think on it some more.<br />
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Last night Holly and Olivia spent the night (obviously Holly is till hanging around. Free loader... She came home from school with me). I don't think I've ever had a slumber party turn out so crazy before! But that is apparently what happens when Holly is in the room. Yes, we had a party on a school night, but our parents didn't seem to care. Everything started out calmly enough. We made popcorn and settled down to watch <i>The Voice</i> (the whole reason for the slumber party). Now you know who my favorite judge is. Holly's favorite?<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">ADAM LEVINE!!!!!!</span><br />
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Sorry, that was Holly. She is as obsessed with him as I am with Blake Shelton, but she is more... How should I put this? Suggestive of what she wants to do with him. Let's just say handcuffs are on her Christmas wish list. So, I bet you can guess the amount of chaos that resumed for the two hours. Poor Olivia was stuck sitting between us and stuck trying to keep us from drooling. <br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">I did not drool!!!!</span><br />
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Again, sorry, that was Holly. And she was drooling very much so. She could have filled a cup with drool. Olivia had to tell a us a few times to shut up and watch the show. She actually watches to hear the singers. Who does that? Later we snacked on some candy to counter balance the salty popcorn. But the eye candy was much more appealing.<br />
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Next we watched a rerun of <i>Two and a Half Men</i>. If you have forgotten, that is Holly's favorite show and for some twisted reason, Charlie Sheen is one of her idols. We had a whole very bizarre conversation on the subject. My favorite quote of the night was from Holly: "I would rather eat Adam Levine because Charlie Sheen has enough drugs in him to kill two and a half men!"<br />
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I though that was quite brilliant, but maybe I'm just as twisted as Holly. Oh, and the whole why would Holly want to eat Adam Levine was in relation to a conversation about our favorite foods and Holly and I wondering if considering Blake Shelton/Adam Levine our favorite food would be considered cannibalism. Olivia said it would be, but Holly and I were thinking of other things in terms of "eating."<br />
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Well, that was my night. Things are a lot different now that I'm living in town and almost in high school. My cousin Emily and her friends seem so young and innocent. But I kind of like speaking my mind and exploring what's out there. Holly is probably a horrible influence on me-<br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">I am not!!!</span><br />
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-but I love her anyway.<br />
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-Mac-Montana Girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13513734854193630232noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718871591680318177.post-27946947675213402372012-03-24T10:43:00.000-07:002012-03-24T10:43:13.325-07:00Squee!Okay, I'm not really a "squee-ing" person, that is more Holly's territory. But I have to because Blake Shelton is so damn awesome! I wish I had gotten to meet him, but just seeing him in person from a distance was enough. He is so good looking! I was quite proud of myself because I knew every song he sang.<br />
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The concert was just awesome, and he put on a really good, fun show. The whole concert was over 3 hours long! I didn't get home until midnight.<br />
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I know <a href="http://emily-everythingemily.blogspot.com/">Emily</a> is killer mad at me now since I called her first thing this morning and talked her ear off. I swear she almost hung up on me. But she's my cousins, so it was her duty to listen to me ramble.<br />
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I've never written to a famous person before, do you think it would be worthwhile to try and get an autograph? I would so love to have that on my wall!<br />
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Alright, I promise I won't make another post wholly about Blake Shelton for awhile. But a girl has the right to make a fool of herself at least once.<br />
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-Mac-Montana Girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13513734854193630232noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718871591680318177.post-17866617038317866492012-03-22T12:35:00.000-07:002012-03-22T12:35:32.981-07:00ConcertWell, so much for promising I would blog more. I always have the best intentions to do so, but yet it never seems to happen.<br />
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Anyway, I'm going to see country singer Blake Shelton in concert tomorrow night! I am so, so excited! He is such a good singer and funny and so hot! Olivia and Holly are so jealous. (Okay, time to stop saying "so"). This is my first concert <strike>so</strike> and I'm really excited.<br />
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Who is everyone else's favorite singer? Have you gotten to see him or her in concert?<br />
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-Mac-Montana Girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13513734854193630232noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718871591680318177.post-14440446816523200872012-01-23T14:47:00.000-08:002012-01-23T14:47:49.168-08:00Skiing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Well, the sad thing is my skiing days were over the same day they began. The snow is already beginning to melt. But, I had a blast on the one day it was cold! And we got nearly a foot of snow!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYcPkOhd61m0-gsNmFKoQFoq0e7f49zwUrshWYfKSUp9vQmdlQrnyQEkKw6hx5PMjdlY753H54-6AUxGdB9gnIZl4Q2HjT_U-16x5YZ_zQ6jsO4sw-9T_Ozlz2CmKU3fFU0T2FW6tqIb8/s1600/100_3792.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYcPkOhd61m0-gsNmFKoQFoq0e7f49zwUrshWYfKSUp9vQmdlQrnyQEkKw6hx5PMjdlY753H54-6AUxGdB9gnIZl4Q2HjT_U-16x5YZ_zQ6jsO4sw-9T_Ozlz2CmKU3fFU0T2FW6tqIb8/s320/100_3792.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> I got the skis for Christmas. Silly parents thinking it would be a cold, snowy winter! My brother, Chase, has promised to take me to the mountains where there is more snow, but that's not quite as convenient as playing in your own backyard.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHFCEFUWd9uMHsZ_d3kIjxFHSIAFyuLnrmpjcdaHDDekdshEXGRqb4fjD_eKbLyERmzFp6FwJbVXjTtISciu_rFt8adcmxUJZT73DiaeynwFSDLlPJAjjzu8Ez67kf7sQ2R3yq0BHLAGY/s1600/100_3799.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHFCEFUWd9uMHsZ_d3kIjxFHSIAFyuLnrmpjcdaHDDekdshEXGRqb4fjD_eKbLyERmzFp6FwJbVXjTtISciu_rFt8adcmxUJZT73DiaeynwFSDLlPJAjjzu8Ez67kf7sQ2R3yq0BHLAGY/s320/100_3799.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I hope another cold front moves in. I love the cold! It seems that most of us are having unusually warm weather and no snow this winter. What kind of activities have you been up to?Montana Girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13513734854193630232noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718871591680318177.post-12868230991768887792012-01-12T12:42:00.000-08:002012-01-12T12:43:45.227-08:00OliviaHi, I'm Olivia. Mac is going to let me post on her blog. Between the two of us we might be able to keep this updated! I think we'll have to change the name. I think "Mac & Olivia" sounds nice. Are other friend Holly said we should call it "Mac & Cheese"! Despite that comment, we might let her post as well. She just has to get over a few obsessions of hers or this blog would become R rated.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPe1NbhMKEYLunYD80mJOAnKH-jasvOpkyQPBMQGFsjq76aXTZULavjVKjmyrF8WfzR-sSwMFgVX6fsGVfZFulZQjEcViRjtY9aQkNZM9xwehLP4qzswXFTzKdeprbXUNXwn8uzGSWt6M/s1600/2+Olivia+brought+her+sheepdog+puppy+Lily+with+her.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPe1NbhMKEYLunYD80mJOAnKH-jasvOpkyQPBMQGFsjq76aXTZULavjVKjmyrF8WfzR-sSwMFgVX6fsGVfZFulZQjEcViRjtY9aQkNZM9xwehLP4qzswXFTzKdeprbXUNXwn8uzGSWt6M/s320/2+Olivia+brought+her+sheepdog+puppy+Lily+with+her.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>That is me and my dog Lily. A bit about myself: I'm 13 and was born in Chicago. I've lived in London, Australia, and Toronto. My dad is a wilderness survival instructor; and her mom is a homemaker. We moved to Montana about four years ago, just before my little sister, Paige, was born. I have an older sister as well. Lea is 22 and a fashion designer. She lives in London, but visits often. I live a few houses down from Mac's mom's new house. We go to the same school, as does Holly, but we only have a few classes together.<br />
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I like traveling, knitting, and playing chess. My favorite animal is a three-way tie between elephants, polar bears, and dingos. I love caramels! My mouth waters at just the thought of one. I also love cupcakes, donuts, and apples. I have to like at least one healthy food!<br />
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I'm considered the quiet and smart one of my friends. Mac is the tomboy and go-getter. Holly is the crazy-loud one. She doesn't live very far from me either.<br />
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Well, I hope to post again soon. Mac and I really want to meet more bloggers and make online friends. Please, pass the word on about our blog if you can.<br />
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<div style="color: purple;">Olivia</div>Montana Girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13513734854193630232noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718871591680318177.post-50121134374418375612012-01-01T16:40:00.000-08:002012-01-01T16:40:40.016-08:00My Life Right NowI promised I would update more and I plan to be faithful to said promise. I'll have quite a bit more time now anyway, since I won't be riding the bus for two hours a day and I won't have very many chores. Yes, my parents have decided to get a divorce. I still don't know what to think about it, but the truth is I am kind of glad. The constant fighting was breaking us all apart and the holidays were pretty miserable. I'm living in the city with Mom now. The arrangement is that I will live with Mom during the week (arriving Sunday night) and with Daddy on the weekend (getting there Friday afternoon). Evan and Cam will go back and forth with me. Blake and Izzie will be staying with Mom most of the time and Chase is staying with Daddy. Rex will follow me around as well, but my horses have to stay at the ranch.<br />
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I thought I was going to hate this arrangement, that I would be depressed not living in the country, but I have actually been enjoying the short ride to school and no 5am chores. What I really have been enjoying is my friends. I think I mentioned Olivia before. The house my mom bought is only a few houses away from her and she has a swimming pool. I met another friend as well--Holly. She just lives a few blocks away. Her house is pretty fancy. She has two older brothers who are pretty nice even if she thinks they are "rotten".<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Olivia, Holly, and me</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I think it's pretty cool that we all have blue eyes. Olivia is shorter than Holly and I; she is the shortest in our class. I think she is glad to have me to protect her from bullies. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">All in all, I don't think this year will be as bad as I anticipated. I'm looking forward to school, hanging out with my friends, and enjoying my weekends in the country. I hope things continue to be this positive.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Montana Girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13513734854193630232noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718871591680318177.post-58434841713842617792011-12-04T10:09:00.000-08:002011-12-04T10:10:50.637-08:00Christmas Tagged<div style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> I know I have been MIA for awhile. I promise I'll do better after the holidays, but since my crazy cousin tagged me, I figured I better post rather than listen to her nag.</span></span></div><div style="color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">1) What is your favorite part of the holiday season?</span><span class="Apple-style-span"></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span>Seeing all the Christmas lights and decorations.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">2) Who do you celebrate Christmas with?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span">My family and cousins.</span><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span">3) What is your favorite gift you have ever received?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span">Fern, my Paint filly. I got her before Christmas since it's a bit crazy to get a pet on Christmas, but she was a present.</span><span class="Apple-style-span"></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span">4) What are your favorite Christmas Carols?</span><br />
"Carol of the Bells"<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span">5) What is your favorite Christmas food?</span><br />
Stuffing. My family has the best recipe.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span">6) Can you sleep on Christmas Eve?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span">Yeah, I like to sleep.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span">7) When do you wake up on Christmas morning?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span">4:30, my usual time. Ranch chores have to be done before presents.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span">8) What is your most memorable memory?</span> <span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span">Seeing my grandfather dressed as Santa and putting presents under out tree back when we lived in North Dakota. Of course, I didn't know it was my grandfather at the time and it was very magical.</span><span class="Apple-style-span"></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span">9) What are you Christmas traditions?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span">It's hard to take time off from the ranch, so we don't do a whole lot. We have a big dinner and spend time in the evening enjoying the tree and our presents while drinking hot chocolate and eating cookies. It's about the only time we're all together and not in a rush to do something else.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span">10) Do you have a real tree or an artificial tree?</span></span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Real, Daddy and my brothers cut it down themselves. Once the ground thaws we go back to where they cut the tree down and plant a few new ones.</span></span></div><div style="color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Alright, I'm going to be a scrooge and not tag anyone else. I'll try to survive Emily's wrath. If you don't hear from me before February, you know what happened.</span></span></div><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">-Mac- </span></span> <span style="font-size: x-small;"></span>Montana Girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13513734854193630232noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718871591680318177.post-86652506264900191392011-10-24T11:41:00.000-07:002011-10-24T11:41:44.240-07:00My Friends + DramaI've met two great girls since I moved here. Olivia is in my class. She's probably my complete opposite, girlie, likes shopping and dancing. She lives with her mom and has lived in several different places in Europe. I'm not exactly sure what her mom does, but I know it's some kind of government work. I just hope Olivia doesn't have to move any time soon! She's an only child and really close with her mom.<br />
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Tristan is more like me. She lives nearby on a ranch and loves to ride horses as much as I do. Her oldest brother is a bull rider. Tristan does a lot of 4H stuff and had been busy preparing her cattle for the fair last week. Her steer placed 3rd! She was really proud. Trist has two older brothers, both in their twenties. I would so love to live with her family. It is much more peaceful than mine.<br />
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Speaking of my family, there has been a lot of problems going on. For once I'm glad of the long bus ride to and from school since it keeps me from being home. I've come to dread the weekends. You know that Angelica lived with us for awhile when her dads were still in NYC. That's where the problems started. We all love Angelica, but Daddy has never approved of her families life style, that her parents are gay. But Mom is good friends with Martin, Gelly's biological dad. Daddy is just over the moon with anger that she agreed to let Gelly live with us and that Mom works with Martin.<br />
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It's just a mess. My parents have always been complete opposites, but still always got along. This was, apparently, the last nail in the coffin. I don't know if they will get divorced. I'm afraid that if they do I will have to live with Mom in the city. I could never leave my horses!<br />
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And on top of all that, Chase has been acting out and is constantly in trouble at school and with the police. He's been busted for underage drinking once already and for speeding. I just hope my parents can get their act together soon.<br />
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-MacMontana Girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13513734854193630232noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718871591680318177.post-50211215573579373572011-10-07T09:32:00.000-07:002011-10-07T09:32:58.276-07:00Rain and MudI think fall might be officially here!<br />
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It's been unusually warm the past few weeks. Good for the farmers that we haven't had any killing frost, but getting old. However, it rained last night! It was crisp and refreshing this morning when I went to feed my horses. But, oh the mud! I forgot how nasty it could be. My boots must have weighed ten pounds by the time I got to the barn. My jeans were all splattered, too. Cam laughed when he saw me because some how I had gotten mud in my hair as well! Luckily it came out easily since I didn't have time to shower before the bus came.<br />
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Izzy was already to go out in her raincoat and boots. She looked so cute! I couldn't resist taking her with me to check on the cows. Which ended up being a very bad idea since it's breeding season for the cattle. I told Izzy they were playing leapfrog. Her response? "What's leapfrog?" Poor kids these days don't know any games! (Gosh, I sound old!). Luckily she has a very short attention span and forgot about the mating cows by the time we got back to the house.<br />
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Remember my black and white barn cat? I've decided what I'm going to do with her. Angelica's cat is still pretty wonky from her dog attack so I'm giving the cat to Angelica. I'm going to take it over this weekend. Angelica's very excited! I'm glad too since Daddy has been chewing me out about the cat again since he found out she's not fixed and his idea of cat population control is not very cat-friendly. Luckily Angelica's dads have no problem paying to have her spayed.<br />
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Next post I'll have to talk about my new friends. One I met at school and the other lives nearby. They're both quite cool!<br />
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-Mac-Montana Girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13513734854193630232noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718871591680318177.post-30278139991134519532011-09-24T13:33:00.000-07:002011-09-24T13:33:45.824-07:00Survey Says...Since I had not posted in nearly a month, I figured doing the survey that has been going around would be a good way to get back into blogging. Thanks to <a href="http://sabinethegreat.blogspot.com/2011/09/and-just-in-case-you-dont-know-me-by.html">Sabine</a> and <a href="http://aglucychan.blogspot.com/2011/09/insights.html">Lucy and Keisha</a> for starting this.<br />
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<b>What is your name? Were you named after someone else? Do you like your name?</b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"></span>My name is Mackenzie Juliana Scarlatti. Juliana is after my father Julian. I like my nickname Mac, but I don't feel like a Mackenzie and if anyone calls me that I am most likely not going to respond.<br />
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<b>Do you have any pets? If yes, what kinds, and what are their names? If not, why don’t you have any pets?</b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"></span>I have too many pets! One of the perks to living on a ranch. My own pets include: Nicki, Reed, and Fern (horses), and Rex (Golden Retriever). Everyone in my family has their own horse or two and we have a couple of working Collies and barn cats.<br />
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<b>Do you like to cook? What’s your favorite food? Are you good at cooking?</b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"></span>I only cook for a special occasion. Like for birthdays or holidays my sibs and I will make dessert. Apparently we are pretty good, but none of us have a passion for it.<br />
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<b>Where do you live? Have you ever lived in another country from where you do currently?</b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"></span>I live in Montana. Never been off the mainland. I've lived in NY and ND.<br />
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<b>What do you do in your free time?</b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"></span>Ride my horse, of course!<br />
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<b>Do you like sports? What are your favorite sport?</b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"></span>Not unless I can do it on my horse. I know I could never kick a ball straight and I'm sure I throw like a girl.<br />
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<b>How old are you? Do you like being the age you are? </b><br />
I'm 13 and love it.<br />
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<b>Do you have a religion? What is it?</b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"></span>I'm Catholic.<br />
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<b>How many languages do you speak? What are they? </b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"></span>I can only speak English. My daddy actually refuses to let us kids learn another language since he is very--I dunno--hard-headed? about the language in America being English and that is only thing we will speak.<br />
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<b>Who do you live with?</b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"></span>My parents: Julian and Robin. My brothers: Chase, Cameron, and Blake. My sisters: Evangeline and Isabelle.<br />
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<b>Are you a morning or night person?</b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"></span>Night. I love the dark and the sounds of wild animals in the distance.<br />
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<b>Would you want to be famous? Why or why not? </b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"></span>I'd like to be a famous barrel racer, but not, like, a celebrity or anything.<br />
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<b>What are five things people don’t know about you?</b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><span style="color: black;">1. I'd marry Skeet Ulrich if I could</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><span style="color: black;">2. I cannot stand the <i>Twilight </i>series </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><span style="color: black;">3. <i>Black Beauty</i> is my favorite book </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><span style="color: black;">4. I don't like having anything in my hair, I always wear it down</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><span style="color: black;">5. I can't wait to have my first kiss</span><br />
</span>Montana Girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13513734854193630232noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718871591680318177.post-44137160295423614182011-09-01T11:42:00.000-07:002011-09-01T11:42:59.788-07:00Horseback Riding<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">School is too boring to talk about, so I'm going to post about horseback riding instead. I can't wait for the weather to cool down and I can ride more. Right now it's still warm except very early in the morning.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
First thing I had to do was brush Nicki out. If she had some dirt on her back when I put the saddle pad and saddle on it could rub and give her a sore. Plus brushing her is a good bounding time. I talk to her and tell her where we are going to ride and how pretty she is.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgalm2nBrE2eFv7VivKtPCbpTpMg_V6unywBn_HFGTLsZtu36iJif9KWlOqUesXGdfVSc0kj2CEGZIpPgDEJRj9BsJwbSLJpvfZI83OIDVd8HE0RL_39UJ02XzH_qKEn2sDgP6-tPp-4ls/s1600/100_3459.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgalm2nBrE2eFv7VivKtPCbpTpMg_V6unywBn_HFGTLsZtu36iJif9KWlOqUesXGdfVSc0kj2CEGZIpPgDEJRj9BsJwbSLJpvfZI83OIDVd8HE0RL_39UJ02XzH_qKEn2sDgP6-tPp-4ls/s320/100_3459.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> Next the saddle pad goes on. The saddle goes on top and is cinched around her middle, which is a little large I have to admit. I need to ride her more often.<br />
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I don't know what I'm dreading more: the hour bus ride (one way) or starting 8th grade and not knowing anyone. I wish I was going to school in the nearby town, like Chase does. The kids there are more like me: ranch kids. But my parents insist I go to a Catholic school. I have to grit my teeth and agree. At least Emily and Evan will be there, but they are in 7th grade.<br />
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The summer has went by so fast. It seems like it was just June. I've been spending a lot if time with Rex these past weeks. He's still bark-y around the horses so I've been training him to settle down around them. He's getting better and I hope to take him on a ride with Nicki. He needs to learn to be a proper ranch dog. It's funny because he doesn't mind the cows, but the horses still make him excited. Grant it he is still a puppy. A very cute one :)<br />
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A black and white cat has been hanging around the barn. She seems pretty friendly so I have been feeding her. Chase says I should just leave her alone, but it wouldn't hurt to have another barn cat. Izzy has been helping me sneak out food. Quite frankly, I think I miss Angelica's cat since they went home for good a few days ago. I just have to be careful that Daddy doesn't find out. He will have a cow (not literally, of course) if he knows I'm wasting food on a stray cat. Our cats mostly eat what they catch and we leave out dry food. But I've been temping this cat with some wet food and leftovers from the fridge.<br />
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Alright I've rambled enough. I hope I don't become like Emily!Montana Girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13513734854193630232noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718871591680318177.post-45779255673718365242011-08-01T08:25:00.000-07:002011-08-01T08:25:38.075-07:00HotI'm ready for winter.<br />
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Seriously, it's been way too hot this past week. Everyone is cranky including the cows. Chase got kicked on Friday and has been in a foul mood since. Daddy telling him to "suck it up" hasn't been helping either. Mom wants him to rest, but Daddy wants him to work. Poor Chase doesn't know what to do. I did his chores yesterday, and it was so miserable. I think I nearly got heat stroke. Angelica tolerates the hear even less than we do and she's been staying inside. Her dads visited over the weekend and she stayed with them and lucked out of the drama.<br />
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Sometimes living on a ranch sucks. I'm glad there is so many of us kids to help spread the chores around, but there is till constant work to be done. When school starts Daddy expects us to get up earlier to get our chores done before the bus comes. I am not looking forward to that.<br />
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But then something happens and I couldn't imagine not being surrounded by animals. Yesterday my filly--Fern--was perfect during our training session. It'll still be a few years before I can ride her, but there is plenty to teach her now. We do ground work and she did her backing and turns perfectly. I was so proud of her! Cam and Evan were just as pleased to see the progress I'm making with her. She's going to be a great horse!Montana Girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13513734854193630232noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718871591680318177.post-44724101078865753772011-07-25T13:12:00.000-07:002011-07-25T13:13:20.355-07:00About Me + Check out this blogFirst off I would like to direct you to <a href="http://the-crazy-doll-ladies-designs.blogspot.com/">The Crazy Doll Ladies Store</a>. Emily is a huge fan of their blog and their store and I thought I would support them as well.<br />
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Now, I would like to talk about my family. I'm one of six children. Chase is 17 and starting his last year of high school this fall. I know he can't wait to leave the ranch and go to college. He loves the ranch and wants to have one of his own some day, but Daddy pushes him pretty hard.<br />
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Cameron or Cam is 14 and just starting high school. He's considered the lazy one in the family, which isn't saying much because we are all expected to work hard and constantly. Cam wants to have his own businesses when he's older.<br />
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I'm the next in line at 13. Evangeline or Evan--as we most often call her-- just turned 12. She's a fireball and never takes "no" for an answer. We fight a lot--which Daddy does not tolerate very well--but I love having her around.<br />
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Blake is 8 and an excellent barrel racer. He wants to be a bull rider. Isabelle "Izzy" is 4 and the cutest little mutton rider in the west. She loves animals and she can't wait until lambing next spring since she will be old enough to raise her own lamb.<br />
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My daddy was born in South Dakota and is a cowboy to the bone. As a young adult he went to NYC to visit a cousin and met Mom. They stayed in touch by phone and letters and were married a few years later. Mom was in law school at the time. Daddy must have been one smooth talker to persuade her to move to the middle of nowhere. Mom tolerates the ranch, but she doesn't really have a passion for it. Chase, Cam, and myself were born in SD. While Mom was pregnant with Evan, the ranch was having a hard time. We had to sell it and move to NYC where Mom got a job. She gave birth to Evan and was back to work a few weeks later.<br />
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Daddy hated NYC and had trouble keeping a job. He saved every penny he made and told Mom we were moving back to SD. Daddy always gets his way, so back to SD we went, new baby Blake as well. To be able to keep this ranch after a year, Mom headed back to NYC, us girls and Blake in tow. I met Angelica then and her family became very close to Mom.<br />
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This went on for awhile: going back and forth between the ranch and the city (we had an apartment there). Daddy finally decided this wasn't working and that we were stable enough to sell the ranch and move to Montana. Mom was able to get a job in the city and Daddy got his dream ranch an hour away. Mom commutes and us kids endure the hour bus ride to school.<br />
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That would be my life in a nutshell. Oh, and Izzy was born during the back-and-forth years. It's pretty complicated. It seems to be the norm for everyone in our extended family as well. It does make for some exciting stories, though. Anyone else have an unusual childhood?Montana Girlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13513734854193630232noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718871591680318177.post-46422753999545871332011-07-19T12:00:00.000-07:002011-07-19T12:06:10.507-07:00Today is My BirthdayHey, I'm new to the blogging world, but my cousin Emily and my friend Angelica insisted I must give it a try. And what better day to start than on your 13th birthday! I'll post a better introduction another day since on a ranch there never is enough time for more of an introduction than "I'm Mac, the cows are this way." <br />
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Even on your birthday you don't get to sleep in. Cameron--my 14-year-old brother--got me up at the usual 6am. At least he was polite enough to wish me a "Buon compleanno!" which is Italian for "Happy Birthday". My dad is constantly trying to get us kids to embrace our Italian heritage. I think we do pretty well most of the time.<br />
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Without further ado: the birthday party.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTQbNKMoyrnPTQsgkihRpxzTgCB3TBYcx84fchPSIjChOuBZoKA8t_9gibLTSw3f7zCd5COtHd3m6WQXdxaXqJr-1GyjbRCGefX9abV0LoXhfLyFgERt2wJgf5L6o4CXq1iBUeGH6UEO0/s1600/Mac%2527s+Birthday+%25283%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTQbNKMoyrnPTQsgkihRpxzTgCB3TBYcx84fchPSIjChOuBZoKA8t_9gibLTSw3f7zCd5COtHd3m6WQXdxaXqJr-1GyjbRCGefX9abV0LoXhfLyFgERt2wJgf5L6o4CXq1iBUeGH6UEO0/s320/Mac%2527s+Birthday+%25283%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> My cousin Rebecca came from NYC for a visit for my birthday. It was so good to see her again. Her family lived here for awhile, but couldn't adapt to the western lifestyle. Everyone sang to me in what was--probably--the worst sounding "Happy Birthday" ever. But it's the thought that counts.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPFeOvf_nqZ-_Y01ejQqfROPpkew0CPVvYDeR4yGZQ79tlGxyXshMhj1eBfgNd8uJy4gfs87IRjZrON64_Q3Jw_qEa9a9CUdLpt8_A69OSrtjZs2nVWNxMr88j4fgHcu8mjiYlsft2aaI/s1600/Mac%2527s+Birthday+%25285%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPFeOvf_nqZ-_Y01ejQqfROPpkew0CPVvYDeR4yGZQ79tlGxyXshMhj1eBfgNd8uJy4gfs87IRjZrON64_Q3Jw_qEa9a9CUdLpt8_A69OSrtjZs2nVWNxMr88j4fgHcu8mjiYlsft2aaI/s320/Mac%2527s+Birthday+%25285%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> Angelica also dressed up in a cute sundress. I met Angelica when I was 8 and she was about 4. My mom and her dad worked at the same law firm.<br />
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After cake and the obligatory pictures, it was time to open presents. I couldn't believe what I got.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN2kC0vDSwkanGGeI6pGzFg4FRBnq5EnlbLe9NDFlqL0Sv-LeanwbKCJTAE01MENoIQkruo8az4JpcCRXvU2eI9Sej7zNz2RkAy5T5ZEchMrI_T9ZhshUzYpOmzDmcqP8wPYUbdXDWWjw/s1600/Mac%2527s+Birthday+%25289%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN2kC0vDSwkanGGeI6pGzFg4FRBnq5EnlbLe9NDFlqL0Sv-LeanwbKCJTAE01MENoIQkruo8az4JpcCRXvU2eI9Sej7zNz2RkAy5T5ZEchMrI_T9ZhshUzYpOmzDmcqP8wPYUbdXDWWjw/s320/Mac%2527s+Birthday+%25289%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> A new saddle! My old saddle--though worn and used by my two older brother--was still in good enough condition I didn't think my parents would get me a new one. It's perfect in every way. I'll be using this one for a long time.<br />
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It was a fun party, but I was wiped out by the time is was over and I still had chores to do. Then my brothers gave me the second best present: They said they would feed the horses! I couldn't thank them enough. I went straight to my room and spent a few hours getting some much needed relaxation. After I got in my pajamas and snuggled with Rex--my Golden Retriever puppy--Angelica came in. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh24cgsxFKJhmVDjpgVn_tH43MkNlnN9fqfqCqDYpQft5uM8L_sK-Yr4W4Hpe021u9iyZ3m5qy638CdIsGiw_4OTSEgyf950CO6d4jKy2-fFoJHnpQ8TtaGdLSm4y3zAqksXPu8AqavFYY/s1600/Mac%2527s+Birthday+%252810%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh24cgsxFKJhmVDjpgVn_tH43MkNlnN9fqfqCqDYpQft5uM8L_sK-Yr4W4Hpe021u9iyZ3m5qy638CdIsGiw_4OTSEgyf950CO6d4jKy2-fFoJHnpQ8TtaGdLSm4y3zAqksXPu8AqavFYY/s320/Mac%2527s+Birthday+%252810%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> She's taken over Cameron's room and Cam is sharing with Blake--who is 8--since he has a bunk bed. I asked her what she wanted and she said she just wanted to wish me one last "happy birthday." She seemed sad: I knew she had to miss her family. In my family everyone is pretty tough. My dad doesn't care to show a lot of affection and my mom is always working. It's nice having Angelica around to cuddle. <br />
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