The Nod

You know how you go to someone's page and see someone else on it of interest and decide to check it out and that leads you to another and another and pretty soon you're miles away from the page you started at and have a million tabs open of all the cool stuff you're looking at?

Well, I have a friend named Eric. And then I was at this one guy's page and he had written this, which I thought was worth reading.

I finally got to use the "Shut up sicko I'm married," line.
I hate catcalls. and "How you doin' girl?"s. and etc.
It's only cute when Mike does it.

That's why I love college - new experiences.

Alright. This is what I'm used to:

Everyone calls everyone for a couple weeks to make sure everyone knows the specifics of FAMILY PICTURE DAY. Once we're all there, it's keeping the kids clean, out of the dirt, fed, and happy, re-arranging everyone fifty times, making sure the picture of the current missionary can be seen, taking a million pictures in hopes that at least one will have maybe half of the twenty babies looking in any direction the camera can catch (it's a bonus if they're smiling), everyone getting hot and sweaty and short tempered and annoyed, and knowing that by next month this picture will be outdated by three babies and two in-laws. I guess that's just what being a Mackey is (and so cool too).

So, this is our latest officially official family picture (I believe I had just graduated from High School...so about 3.5 years ago) (and this is a picture of a picture that my brother posted on FB so it's not best quality -- maybe a good thing for some of us).

With grand kids and marriages, I counted out nine more additions since this picture (family: correct me if I'm wrong).

So this past Saturday I had family pictures with the outlaws -- a first for me -- and it was unlike anything I had ever experienced. Pretty much we sat down wherever felt good, smiled, didn't blink when the camera flashed, and were done. Have I found a deal or what? So now I'll post a couple for you.

These are the Stocks (and all in these pictures until the granddaughters get married will be Stocks. Darn them boys stealing their wives' perfectly good last name) --

And this isn't Mike or me, actually his older brother and niece, but it's my favorite of the one's we've seen :-).

Back to where I started

This morning Mike and I were singing "One eyed, one horned, flying purple people eater" in the bathroom. I had no idea what that verse was foretelling. On Saturday we had family pictures with Mike's family, during which Mike was a total stud and bum-hopped over a fence. Unfortunately, my glasses were in his back pocket. We discovered them pretty mangled, and that the left lense was forever lost in the river. After we found a place that could take me in and get me new eyes pronto, we had the dilemma: glasses or contacts? Glasses would definitely be cheaper, since my insurance would cover the exam and some of the frames, but contacts would mean that I could see right now, and not a week later.

I think the deciding factor was that Mike thinks I look better without glasses. So now I wear contacts.

AND am still getting used to them. Today I was working and my left eye popped out. I realized that I was seeing funny, but didn't figure out why till I saw my folded contact dried to the invoice I was working on. "Oh crud." So I tried to peel it off and learned that if a contact is stuck to something and you want to peel it off you have to wet it down or it will tear.

This wouldn't be so bad if my right contact had popped out, 'cause then I could just put on my glasses and have two eyes.

Those who consider Mike their friend are genius. I wonder if they realize how completely selfless he is.