<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831</id><updated>2011-10-05T10:47:32.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real life of an Army wife</title><subtitle type='html'>The real life account of the everyday life of a mother of 4, and the soldier she loves.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-1418085175067528612</id><published>2011-10-05T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T10:47:32.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brayton grew his angel wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JIAVs5V3FeQ/ToyXm-FK42I/AAAAAAAAAWw/aOdnmJM4BOU/s1600/brip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JIAVs5V3FeQ/ToyXm-FK42I/AAAAAAAAAWw/aOdnmJM4BOU/s320/brip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660065527453377378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that it has been over a year since I have updated this blog, but I have tragic news to share with you, since Brayton has been such a big part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In December 2010, he had huge scare, after a stent errouded his  espogus, causing saliva, food,, mucus, etc., to leak into his lungs.  Though the Doctors did not expect him to survive, he did like he always had, and proved everyone wrong. In July Brayton became sick again, and flown to San Fransisco. He was put onto life support, awaiting surgery to repair another fistula; something extrememly rare to reoccur. Finally they had no choice but to do surgery, though it was extremely risky. Thousands of people prayed, and were thankful that he made it out of surgery. He had been placed on an ECMO machine, which is a lot like the heart/lung bypass machine, in hopes of letting his extremely damaged lungs heal. Because a blood thinner is required to keep the blood from clotting in the ECMO machine, Brayton began to bleed internally, which formed a clot. After the heart wrenching realization that there was nothing left to do for Brayton, his support was withdrawn, and Brayton peacefully went to heaven on August 28th, 2011.  I will share what I posted on my iCare site, as it best describes how I feel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; margin-left: 160px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brayton  Lester was born on June 30, 2008 with a birth defect called  Tracheoesophageal Fistula and Esophogeal Atresia. It is a defect where  the esophagus is not properly connected, and the trachea &amp;amp; esophagus  are abnormally connected.  Brayton spent the first 10 months of his  life in the NICU/PICU and returned for numerous hospitalizations  throughout his too-short 3 year life.  The Lesters endured incredible  challenges as a result of traveling 5-6 hours each way to the closest  hospital equipped to treat Brayton and when Brayton was home he required  around the clock care. Despite these challenges, Brayton brought great  joy to their lives and his absence will be felt forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 160px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;iCare  was founded because of Brayton in 2008. Without him, iCare would have  not been created, therefore unable to help it's many wonderful families  over the past 3 years, bringing in over $20,000. So I thank you Brayton! You helped so many people  in your short lifetime~ More than most adults who live to be 100 years  old. You were an angel sent to earth! I love you sweet angel. I will  carry you inside my heart forever. Now fly amongst the stars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 160px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With much sadness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 160px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Diana Hartley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 160px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Founder of iCare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 160px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 160px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-1418085175067528612?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/1418085175067528612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2011/10/brayton-grew-his-angel-wings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/1418085175067528612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/1418085175067528612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2011/10/brayton-grew-his-angel-wings.html' title='Brayton grew his angel wings'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JIAVs5V3FeQ/ToyXm-FK42I/AAAAAAAAAWw/aOdnmJM4BOU/s72-c/brip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-227388100023513665</id><published>2010-07-20T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T11:09:15.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurry up and wait.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/TEXl-PG6GwI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ZiolKxbFbok/s1600/daddyboys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/TEXl-PG6GwI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ZiolKxbFbok/s320/daddyboys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496051777645714178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we are still waiting. We are hoping that we will be out with in the month, so we can get a start on this scary new adventure. It really stinks to sit back and stress about your future; Will you be homeless? Will you be financially ruined? Will you be A-ok? I just want it over with. We are hoping and praying that they find his disability 100% combat related, giving us both a check from the Army, as well as the VA. So, if you could spare a prayer, that would be wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John has an appointment at the Barrows Neurological Institute, in Phoenix.  They will be looking into the possibility of having a pain pump, installed internally. They also will probably look into the filler that leaked out, and hardened. We found out that the filler is shearing off the nerves in his spine, leaving him a 70% of becoming paralyzed. That is one of the main reasons they need him in the wheel chair, because it is reducing the damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Elijah turned 2 on the 12th of June! He is becoming quit ornery in his old age! He loves to sing, and walks around the house all day singing. His favorite saying is- "Sit you dog! I'm not Alpha, he is! Ohhhhhh! Beep beep!" Apparently that is on the movie "Up!", and he picked it up there.  He also sings, "Baby are you down" and "This is America!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailey is with her dad until the move, which I really hope is soon! It will be nearly 3 months possibly! The boys are doing well also.  They are all so excited to be back in Reno, and frankly, so am I!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-227388100023513665?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/227388100023513665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2010/07/hurry-up-and-wait.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/227388100023513665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/227388100023513665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2010/07/hurry-up-and-wait.html' title='Hurry up and wait.'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/TEXl-PG6GwI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ZiolKxbFbok/s72-c/daddyboys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-1743279541043701026</id><published>2010-05-28T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T10:00:08.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a long time</title><content type='html'>It sure has been a long time! I have been so busy between John's medical discharge, the kids, and iCare. I thought it would be a good time to update this old blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like we should be out of the Army come early August. John is now in a wheel chair, and the Doctors say there is nothing else they can do.  So it's time to get back on the moving train for State number 8 since 02. I counted houses the other day, and Moses has lived in 16, 7 States in 12 years; Andrew 14, and 7 States in 9 years; Hailey 11 houses, 6 States in 6 years; An Elijah will live in his 3rd State in his 2 years of life! At least now maybe life will be more stable. I will really miss the Army Wife life. I will especially miss my fellow Army wives, as we have such a special bond. If you are a military spouse, I am sure you know the bond I am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, iCare has raised over $10,000!!!! That does not include the fundraising for Plaid, as well as the Army Christmas family. That is just amazing to me! I would have NEVER guessed it would be so successful! In fact, last month iCare collected nearly $1,000 in less than 24 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also happy to announce that it is Julie's 1 year "cancerversary"! One year ago today, she got the dreaded call about her stage IIIc, triple negative breast cancer. She courageous began the battle of chemo, radiation, double mastectomy, lyphodemia therapy, and reconstruction. She lost her hair, but kept her sense of humor. She is one of the biggest heros in my life, and I am proud to call her my best friend! Or shall I say "breast buddy"? :oP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to keep you better updated, it is just hard trying to juggle everything else daily. At least it will be something interesting to write about when I turn 80!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, keep classy San Diego! ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-1743279541043701026?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/1743279541043701026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2010/05/been-long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/1743279541043701026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/1743279541043701026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2010/05/been-long-time.html' title='Been a long time'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-5160420998122112383</id><published>2010-03-07T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T07:59:46.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's been busy</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been a long time. I don't even remember where I left off! John is still not able to work. In October they decided to med-board him, thinking he would be retired by February/March. Like usual, it is a hurry up and wait situation. They sent him to El &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Paso&lt;/span&gt; to see a military spinal surgeon, who revealed that his current problems were not spasms, but actually his spinal column being pinched because of the previous surgery. He now also has 2 more herniated discs. We are waiting on word to go back and confirm if there will be another surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news- I turn 30 in just about 2 weeks! I can actually say that I am excited! Michelle from North Carolina will be flying down, as well as Julie and Bob driving up! I will be having an 80's themed party, costumes and all. This just may be the best birthday ever! Actually, I think it will be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are good. Elijah is almost 21 months old. He is learning a new phrase everyday. One of my favorites is when he asks, "You okay? You alright?", another is "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yeeee&lt;/span&gt; HAW!" He still gets up twice a night to eat, which is getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really interesting to report. I am sure there have some crazy things, but it's too early on a Sunday morning to remember!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-5160420998122112383?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/5160420998122112383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2010/03/lifes-been-busy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/5160420998122112383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/5160420998122112383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2010/03/lifes-been-busy.html' title='Life&apos;s been busy'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-4054590823473669570</id><published>2009-06-22T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T20:37:40.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life has been busy</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't blogged much in a while. My life has been hectic between my fundraisers, the kids, and my best friends diagnosis with cancer.  Julie was diagnosed with Triple Negative breast cancer about a month ago. She by chance, did a self exam because a close friend of hers had recently been diagnosed. Basically she can give credit to her friend for catching her own cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew out a few weeks ago to be with her. We had a blast! One of the greatest portions of the trip was visiting Venice Beach and watching the crazies! LOL Here is her blog address. Feel free to pass it around! http://julieolsensjourney.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found out other great news re: Andrew! Apparently AZ does now consider developmentally delayed a diagnosis until the age of 8 in AZ! That is great especially since we have yet to get an actual diagnoses on the supposed syndrome, they suspect. Keep your fingers crossed! However he is once again a year behind so hope to catch him up with a lot of work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-4054590823473669570?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/4054590823473669570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-has-been-busy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/4054590823473669570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/4054590823473669570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-has-been-busy.html' title='Life has been busy'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-8984768408996330699</id><published>2009-05-07T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T15:10:24.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Help!</title><content type='html'>I just got off of the phone w/ Aimee's mom and the hospital. Their car broke down in the middle of no where and had no service to call, just text. A bystander stopped and said it is the alternator. Again, if you can help she REALLY needs this. Now they have to buy a new alternator in a town no where close to home or SF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If anything, pray for some luck for her! Every little bit helps. Even if it is that cup of coffee you have to give up for the day. :)&lt;div class="sig"&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-8984768408996330699?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/8984768408996330699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/05/please-help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/8984768408996330699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/8984768408996330699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/05/please-help.html' title='Please Help!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-6991287654176657783</id><published>2009-05-06T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:12:39.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aimee needs our help!</title><content type='html'>I was just informed that Brayton is being airlifted back to San Fransisco because his chest x-rays are worse, O2 level is down to 85% and his oxygen has been uped to 4-5 liters. He is being admitted to the pediatric ICU. Aimee and Rick do not have the funds for this trip which is obviously needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The link to the paypal is on the left side of my page. Every little bit helps. I have this posted here in case I am RAV'd again. Thanks for taking your time to look!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-6991287654176657783?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/6991287654176657783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/05/aimee-needs-our-help.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/6991287654176657783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/6991287654176657783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/05/aimee-needs-our-help.html' title='Aimee needs our help!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-5611086759621287816</id><published>2009-04-26T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T08:14:44.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am your present</title><content type='html'>Yesterday while I was cooking lunch Hailey walked up to me and said, "Mom, I have your present."  "Oh yeah?", I said. She then replies, "Your present is ME!", and walked up and gave me a hug. It made me smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged much once again because this is the house of Virus. Hailey had it first and slept all day. Then it was passed on to Andrew and Elijah. They were much worse then Hailey so I took them into the Doctor. Turns out they both had croup and starts of ear infections! They sent us home w/ 16 prescriptions!!! Not kidding, 16!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That is CRAZY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am off to make my rounds as a home nurse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-5611086759621287816?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/5611086759621287816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-your-present.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/5611086759621287816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/5611086759621287816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-your-present.html' title='I am your present'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-1605853148527367645</id><published>2009-04-21T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T14:46:31.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad me.... Bad, bad, me....</title><content type='html'>I know... its been what? A trazillion days since I have updated this thing? My camera has been dead and I keep forgetting to charge it. Nothing terrible interesting has happened to me lately either. Well, besides the condom I had to pick up off of the ground at the bus stop the other day. All I could envision is a group of kids... probably mine.... picking it up, and treating it like a balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to resusitate my grass.  Which I think may be a lost cause. I spoke with housing yesterday and "he" said to water it everynight although it is against the rules. Out of all of these houses in the neighborhood I have not seen one green lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! It is 90 degrees here today! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-1605853148527367645?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/1605853148527367645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-me-bad-bad-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/1605853148527367645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/1605853148527367645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-me-bad-bad-me.html' title='Bad me.... Bad, bad, me....'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-2142255523417477674</id><published>2009-04-05T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T20:31:48.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family 5 Band</title><content type='html'>John bought the kids Rock Band for the PS3 the other day. We had it once before but traded it for a Nintendo DS for Moses after his broke. The kids have been playing with it and we have learned a few new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hailey has incredible rhythm on the drums. In fact, she doesn't do well on the easy level because of this. She over does it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moses does pretty well too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andrew is his usual showman self!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I completely suck at it as I do with anything that requires the slightest rhythm/coordination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f53065eb44fc3f5c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df53065eb44fc3f5c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331102460%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4F24639550BF8FAAA6F0E3F4853AC347A11C595E.685695CF0D427D36A8F59C92DE06DEB26D2E8973%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df53065eb44fc3f5c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLeADQxXJESfvO5GotHrxE8-YkCA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df53065eb44fc3f5c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331102460%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4F24639550BF8FAAA6F0E3F4853AC347A11C595E.685695CF0D427D36A8F59C92DE06DEB26D2E8973%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df53065eb44fc3f5c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLeADQxXJESfvO5GotHrxE8-YkCA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note- Andrew has been getting his occupational therapy, although the wonderful state of Arizona doesn't accept his IEP from other States. I guess they do not consider developmentally delayed a diagnosis, although it is actually a BUNCH of symptoms. Maybe someday that will change! :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-2142255523417477674?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f53065eb44fc3f5c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/2142255523417477674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/04/hartley-5.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/2142255523417477674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/2142255523417477674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/04/hartley-5.html' title='Family 5 Band'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-7438048434156083227</id><published>2009-04-02T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T10:06:04.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange ending to the day</title><content type='html'>We took the kids to family night tonight at Moses' school. We mainly went because Moses wanted us to meet his girlfriend and she was going to be singing in the choir. I felt a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stalkerish&lt;/span&gt; watching a bunch of kids sing in the choir that weren't mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-7438048434156083227?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/7438048434156083227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/04/strange-ending-to-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/7438048434156083227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/7438048434156083227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/04/strange-ending-to-day.html' title='Strange ending to the day'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-4810822876390765158</id><published>2009-04-02T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:38:39.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Trash</title><content type='html'>John took me to lunch today at a really fancy sushi bar. In fact, it was one of the fanciest places I have seen in town. While we were eating a couple, approximately in their 40's/50's came in. A Japanese  employee saw them come in and started walking over to them to seat them from across the room. Then the man loudly says, "CHOP, CHOP, CHOP!!!" to the lady in a condescending tone! Both John and I were in shock! Our jaws hit the floor and I had to control myself from laughing. For a few minutes I thought it may had been a case of a "foot in mouth moment but the longer they sat there I realized it wasn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next he received a phone call from someone that obviously must of asked how he was. Again he loudly says, "No sex, no drugs, no money and no alcohol so I'm not okay!"  Again, I had to pick my jaw up off the floor! Then he became impatient with the server and he yells across the room and says, "Can you serve me now!!??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top the day off he called a mobile home company and puts them on speaker phone. It was so loud I probably can tell you the address of the place even with him sitting across the room.  It turns out he was looking for a hose to a septic tank. Oh, his name is Hank.... I learned that too!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was great! I had california rolls and spicy tuna rolls. I also had a giant clam roll which I enjoyed the most (besides the price). John had eel and salmon which he also liked. We will be visiting again there soon and lets hope the dinner show doesn't show up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-4810822876390765158?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/4810822876390765158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/04/white-trash.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/4810822876390765158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/4810822876390765158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/04/white-trash.html' title='White Trash'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-8340736535290623142</id><published>2009-04-02T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:59:40.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy Boy</title><content type='html'>Elijah has a tendency to fall asleep in his jumperoo and this time we finally caught it on camera. He jumps, nods off, jumps some more, nods off..... it is a vicious circle! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a0767030ae88561c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da0767030ae88561c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331102460%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D768880C68416E46A52D94070149E70EB008485E6.63EB7EB43DBEBCC5A07C1D9E1D6170BC4839BB05%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da0767030ae88561c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dso8WpgvVFp1Z_b6I0Lv3u0iLBZI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da0767030ae88561c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331102460%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D768880C68416E46A52D94070149E70EB008485E6.63EB7EB43DBEBCC5A07C1D9E1D6170BC4839BB05%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da0767030ae88561c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dso8WpgvVFp1Z_b6I0Lv3u0iLBZI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-8340736535290623142?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a0767030ae88561c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/8340736535290623142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/04/sleepy-boy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/8340736535290623142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/8340736535290623142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/04/sleepy-boy.html' title='Sleepy Boy'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-1394904440723924567</id><published>2009-04-01T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:38:19.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the FUN!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is my favorite day of the year! April Fools day! I look forward to this day months in advance. I begin planning weeks before hand. On this years agenda-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;John- I thought it was perfect to serve him with a fake eviction letter. The timing was perfect being that our military housing company was privatizing today meaning we had to sign a new lease on Friday. They had all new rules and regulations to abide by. Here is a copy of his  "notice"-                                                                                                                                                    &lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-family:Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sgt. John (removed for privacy) Jr,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pursuant to the terms of your residential lease with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238639324_0"&gt;(removed for privacy)&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238639324_1"&gt;Fort Huachuca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;, you are currently in default of section&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1-E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt; of your lease.  Within 30 days of receipt of this notice, you must execute one of the following three remedies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;1.        Pay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;$459.63&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;to cover the BAH associated with the number of unauthorized residents, retroactive to the move-in date, and begin paying a new monthly BAH of $1560.63&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;, effective April 1, 2009;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;2.        Evict the unauthorized residents from the property, and pay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;$3677.04 to cover the BAH associated with the unauthorized residents;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;3.        Pay the remaining balance due on your lease and vacate the premises by 12:00 AM April 1, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;You must notify this office within 15 days of receipt of this notice with your intended remedy.  Your prompt attention to this notice is required to avoid &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238639324_2"&gt;legal proceedings&lt;/span&gt;, including but not limited to official eviction and judgment and military reprimand for violating the lease terms, and accrued interest and legal fees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To discuss this notice, you may contact &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e at &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238639324_3"&gt;(951)775-xxxx&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;, between 0730-1700 Monday-Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238639324_4"&gt;Crystal Cove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238639324_5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Holly- She received the same letter and was equally surprised! It was great fun to watch her scramble!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beth- I had Derek text her and say he was ticked with me, Then I texted him a message saying that my lawyer has filed a motion to increase the child support by $300 a month due to her inaccurate testimony. She caught me off the bat though... Darn!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Johns mom- I had John call her in (fake) tears saying he was in jail and needed $4,000 for bail because I refused to get him out. For a moment she was in tears too!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nights not over people!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-1394904440723924567?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/1394904440723924567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/1394904440723924567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/1394904440723924567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-fun.html' title='Oh the FUN!!!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-8600793807954292561</id><published>2009-03-31T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:04:35.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Moses</title><content type='html'>Moses being Knighted. 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href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/1475686030665019359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/03/lady-hailey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/1475686030665019359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/1475686030665019359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/03/lady-hailey.html' title='Lady Hailey'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-6904713055193364851</id><published>2009-03-31T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:21:10.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Andrew</title><content type='html'>Andrew being Knighted at Medieval Times....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1d0929f3a5d8c2a8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/6904713055193364851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/03/sir-andrew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/6904713055193364851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/6904713055193364851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/03/sir-andrew.html' title='Sir Andrew'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-6549808962872694376</id><published>2009-03-31T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:06:54.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never knew what a chicken Hailey was until our vacation. First she went into hysterics on Pirates of the Caribbean, then the Haunted House, and then this on the Jungle Cruise!!! It was priceless to watch, and again I don't know where she gets it from!! This is her on the boat when piranhas were spotted and she about died! 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LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKi6zu5DII/AAAAAAAAANM/hbBli8_KkL0/s1600-h/disney1+110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKi6zu5DII/AAAAAAAAANM/hbBli8_KkL0/s320/disney1+110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319493241080974466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on kid!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKi6i8L3sI/AAAAAAAAANE/ThIPIUyBCPg/s1600-h/disney1+101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKi6i8L3sI/AAAAAAAAANE/ThIPIUyBCPg/s320/disney1+101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319493236573331138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mondragon Knights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKfZps8uKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/s0ur3TyOsz8/s1600-h/disney1+100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKfZps8uKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/s0ur3TyOsz8/s320/disney1+100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319489372917905570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailey wishing with a penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKfZeqdeRI/AAAAAAAAAMs/TvFXktdC0b0/s1600-h/disney1+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKfZeqdeRI/AAAAAAAAAMs/TvFXktdC0b0/s320/disney1+070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319489369954679058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailey panicked on the Jungle cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKfZTYAbBI/AAAAAAAAAMk/EVvtxkiazFs/s1600-h/disney1+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKfZTYAbBI/AAAAAAAAAMk/EVvtxkiazFs/s320/disney1+052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319489366924487698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elijah admiring the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKfZKIVZHI/AAAAAAAAAMc/_isR6LrBsCQ/s1600-h/disney1+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKfZKIVZHI/AAAAAAAAAMc/_isR6LrBsCQ/s320/disney1+040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319489364442834034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before entering the Haunted House! AAAgggghhhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKdVJiCCYI/AAAAAAAAAMU/uajCVnY_taE/s1600-h/disney1+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKdVJiCCYI/AAAAAAAAAMU/uajCVnY_taE/s320/disney1+030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319487096539449730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailey and Woody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKdU_gm5ZI/AAAAAAAAAMM/aGEeU2j_gMM/s1600-h/disney1+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKdU_gm5ZI/AAAAAAAAAMM/aGEeU2j_gMM/s320/disney1+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319487093849122194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family acting goofy on Main Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKdU07KF5I/AAAAAAAAAME/we3goqExYvw/s1600-h/disney1+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKdU07KF5I/AAAAAAAAAME/we3goqExYvw/s320/disney1+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319487091007690642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom and Mr. E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKdUbWfE6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/Jtl-gJ8kgYM/s1600-h/disney1+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKdUbWfE6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/Jtl-gJ8kgYM/s320/disney1+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319487084142990242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the parking garage at Disney starting our 1st day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-4790443936510662962?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/4790443936510662962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/03/disneyland-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/4790443936510662962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/4790443936510662962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/03/disneyland-pics.html' title='Disneyland pics'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKlwwA58ZI/AAAAAAAAANk/fSXIGln9y1M/s72-c/disney1+131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-2533028302622565514</id><published>2009-03-31T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:41:49.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKbbRUu5RI/AAAAAAAAAL0/NhfQahM9rj0/s1600-h/disney2+092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKbbRUu5RI/AAAAAAAAAL0/NhfQahM9rj0/s320/disney2+092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319485002687112466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red and Yellow team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKawRLlTwI/AAAAAAAAALs/vjOsNB1QwhQ/s1600-h/disney2+083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKawRLlTwI/AAAAAAAAALs/vjOsNB1QwhQ/s320/disney2+083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319484263914360578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKawFrixmI/AAAAAAAAALk/eOVn9dRclmI/s1600-h/disney2+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKawFrixmI/AAAAAAAAALk/eOVn9dRclmI/s320/disney2+051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319484260827186786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$20 to be knighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKav9KSuxI/AAAAAAAAALc/F_vIa9o10zo/s1600-h/disney2+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKav9KSuxI/AAAAAAAAALc/F_vIa9o10zo/s320/disney2+049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319484258540239634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKZkvUSqeI/AAAAAAAAALU/D4wKhgADsGw/s1600-h/disney2+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKZkvUSqeI/AAAAAAAAALU/D4wKhgADsGw/s320/disney2+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319482966333893090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medieval Times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKZj75fbwI/AAAAAAAAALM/B4OeZmGPkyo/s1600-h/disney2+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKZj75fbwI/AAAAAAAAALM/B4OeZmGPkyo/s320/disney2+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319482952531275522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids and my mom at Medieval Times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKZjMyBm4I/AAAAAAAAALE/HN41iFk3yiY/s1600-h/disney1+297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKZjMyBm4I/AAAAAAAAALE/HN41iFk3yiY/s320/disney1+297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319482939883494274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys on "It's a Small World".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKYUz2Ii8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/RzLd6hyVRv0/s1600-h/disney1+261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKYUz2Ii8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/RzLd6hyVRv0/s320/disney1+261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319481593160043458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKYUptAAcI/AAAAAAAAAK0/DcEDLGDdRbw/s1600-h/disney1+230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKYUptAAcI/AAAAAAAAAK0/DcEDLGDdRbw/s320/disney1+230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319481590437380546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailey before she threw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKX3gRdPTI/AAAAAAAAAKs/w4UnFOk0uMo/s1600-h/disney1+209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKX3gRdPTI/AAAAAAAAAKs/w4UnFOk0uMo/s320/disney1+209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319481089689730354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stomach flu nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKX3qfDTAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/11YEjtjVseA/s1600-h/disney1+147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKX3qfDTAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/11YEjtjVseA/s320/disney1+147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319481092431105026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKX3bseeJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mO3gFYsb9Z4/s1600-h/disney1+146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKX3bseeJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mO3gFYsb9Z4/s320/disney1+146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319481088460880018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKXYnxg_YI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Mm0ZEMukF0I/s1600-h/disney1+145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKXYnxg_YI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Mm0ZEMukF0I/s320/disney1+145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319480559127297410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKXYeDFEbI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Xdr19k4EccI/s1600-h/disney1+144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKXYeDFEbI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Xdr19k4EccI/s320/disney1+144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319480556516610482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKXEBFMYHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/29OgmOql2dY/s1600-h/disney1+141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKXEBFMYHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/29OgmOql2dY/s320/disney1+141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319480205143466098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew is a slow driver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKXD6vG15I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/27Euzi9754U/s1600-h/disney1+134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKXD6vG15I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/27Euzi9754U/s320/disney1+134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319480203440215954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elijah and his cane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKWq9xT49I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/kalz-VCBjqQ/s1600-h/disney1+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKWq9xT49I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/kalz-VCBjqQ/s320/disney1+031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319479774758036434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-2533028302622565514?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/2533028302622565514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-pictures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/2533028302622565514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/2533028302622565514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-pictures.html' title='More Pictures'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SdKbbRUu5RI/AAAAAAAAAL0/NhfQahM9rj0/s72-c/disney2+092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-2325647855245537770</id><published>2009-03-29T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T14:41:35.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My handful</title><content type='html'>Here is my handful of a child who thinks no is funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fbf904c11ecf3821" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfbf904c11ecf3821%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331102460%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DFB6F9C1BBAFB69F1C322CF402AC9BBB7E52C4D9.77ACE291AF7380E3A47C2546A23A51D9AB339700%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfbf904c11ecf3821%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DI4Zipk5nxbIyaLvhIL_tKLXx7eY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfbf904c11ecf3821%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331102460%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DFB6F9C1BBAFB69F1C322CF402AC9BBB7E52C4D9.77ACE291AF7380E3A47C2546A23A51D9AB339700%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfbf904c11ecf3821%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DI4Zipk5nxbIyaLvhIL_tKLXx7eY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-2325647855245537770?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fbf904c11ecf3821&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/2325647855245537770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-handful.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/2325647855245537770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/2325647855245537770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-handful.html' title='My handful'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-7065440412856737004</id><published>2009-03-28T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T10:26:45.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stroller Parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f053a5da5f37c861" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df053a5da5f37c861%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331102460%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D16605091B9DF8BC071A0BDD0303835FC420C8654.1A9980998348C4E85860CB1B14781212DBDD0E34%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df053a5da5f37c861%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DITdNJ4kH_tBfN0Pf1ogPhpnXg5o&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elijah appeared in his 1st parade! My mom was asked to join in the stroller parade which was hilarious to watch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-7065440412856737004?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f053a5da5f37c861&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/7065440412856737004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/03/stroller-parade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/7065440412856737004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/7065440412856737004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/03/stroller-parade.html' title='Stroller Parade'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-625984041878827067</id><published>2009-03-28T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T09:42:59.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hailey in Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fb3febb92638b22e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfb3febb92638b22e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331102460%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6BB66D9FE1CC552D45113967E2385D057511B06A.6640A5D44351186CF3B382563E5E5FBBF4CEE82D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb3febb92638b22e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgD6rOVqapANwTHSFmyDyrwtS_HM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfb3febb92638b22e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331102460%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6BB66D9FE1CC552D45113967E2385D057511B06A.6640A5D44351186CF3B382563E5E5FBBF4CEE82D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb3febb92638b22e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgD6rOVqapANwTHSFmyDyrwtS_HM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice from Alice in Wonderland chose Hailey to dance with her 2 days in a row on our trip. I was amazed she would appear in such a crowd because both Derek and I were shy as children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-625984041878827067?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fb3febb92638b22e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/625984041878827067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/03/hailey-in-wonderland.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/625984041878827067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/625984041878827067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/03/hailey-in-wonderland.html' title='Hailey in Wonderland'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-6958111728505561834</id><published>2009-03-25T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:06:38.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long awaited day</title><content type='html'>Like I said yesterday, baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brayton&lt;/span&gt; finally went home! Nine long months in a hospital, 5 hours away from his parents.  A friend of mine who happens to be a talented photographer witnessed the event. Grab a tissue and check out the photos, they are precious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://angiewarrenphotography.com/bs-big-day-angie-warren-san-francisco-photographer/comment-page-1/#comment-99"&gt;http://angiewarrenphotography.com/bs-big-day-angie-warren-san-francisco-photographer/comment-page-1/#comment-99&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To date $5,310.68 has been raised for baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brayton&lt;/span&gt; through my fundraiser. That is something I would have never imagined starting it 9 months ago! Thank you for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;everyones&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;generosity&lt;/span&gt;, prayers, and support!! That is an AMAZING number!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful day! On my Birthday of all days too! :) Congratulations Aimee, Rick and Baby B! We are all so happy for you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-6958111728505561834?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/6958111728505561834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-awaited-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/6958111728505561834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/6958111728505561834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-awaited-day.html' title='Long awaited day'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-2003303699775326325</id><published>2009-03-24T20:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:37:06.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/ScmlbnW0WwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/mb4ubWf7I2s/s1600-h/bday+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/ScmlbnW0WwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/mb4ubWf7I2s/s320/bday+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316962728927320834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/ScmlbZmCcYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/h4ZcBuUzkxI/s1600-h/bday+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/ScmlbZmCcYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/h4ZcBuUzkxI/s320/bday+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316962725233062274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/Scmla0pPjdI/AAAAAAAAAJY/y8rsAoxfW5I/s1600-h/bday+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/Scmla0pPjdI/AAAAAAAAAJY/y8rsAoxfW5I/s320/bday+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316962715314392530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/ScmlaVas8GI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/dJRQzXT1mno/s1600-h/bday+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/ScmlaVas8GI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/dJRQzXT1mno/s320/bday+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316962706931904610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/ScmlZtk41xI/AAAAAAAAAJI/JtiGHgkSGCs/s1600-h/bday+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/ScmlZtk41xI/AAAAAAAAAJI/JtiGHgkSGCs/s320/bday+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316962696237209362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful Birthday! Holly brought over some beautiful roses and 2 cards that were very sweet! My friend Julie sent me a beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bouquet&lt;/span&gt; of flowers w/ peach roses and other purple flowers (I don't have a green thumb), it also had a balloon attached which kept Elijah busy for hours! Thank God! I can't believe the flowers survived the trip from L.A.!! Kidding....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at the bus stop another lady that I say hello to everyday brought me some perfume, and 4 different kids (not my own) made me cards! :) Very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home John was gone! I thought, "Oh great, another one bites the dust!"  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. He brought home a cake mix, a huge salmon, and 2 live lobsters! My favorite! I just got done eating and the food was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;! He even decorated the cake.... much better then I can do! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone for the great Birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-2003303699775326325?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/2003303699775326325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/2003303699775326325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/2003303699775326325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/ScmlbnW0WwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/mb4ubWf7I2s/s72-c/bday+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-3106779385645028620</id><published>2009-03-24T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:55:26.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 more year until the big 3-0!</title><content type='html'>Today I turned 29.  We celebrated at Disneyland so I really don't have any special plans for the day. My friend Holly will be coming over this weekend for a BBQ which I am excited for! One thing that I have noticed is that Birthdays become more "blah" with age. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a wonderful note- Brayton, the baby that has been in the hospital since birth is going home today!!!! He will be home for the first time in the 9 months of his life! YAY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-3106779385645028620?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/3106779385645028620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/03/1-more-year-until-big-3-0.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/3106779385645028620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/3106779385645028620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/03/1-more-year-until-big-3-0.html' title='1 more year until the big 3-0!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-53145027057564113</id><published>2009-03-23T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:36:13.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Sweet</title><content type='html'>Moses &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a note from a girl in his class the other day asking if he liked her. She gave him her phone number and asked him to reply on the 1st or 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; day after spring break. While at Disneyland he bought "Penny" a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lolly pop&lt;/span&gt;. I asked him after school today if he had given the note and gift to her. I then asked f he considered her his girlfriend which he said yes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes ago the phone rang. I answered and a young girl asks, "Is Moses there?" . After giving him the phone he had this sly but shocked look on his face. It was priceless, yet broke my heart into a million pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I understand she asked him about his brothers and sister and books. John told him to ask more about her next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least he is not gay, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-53145027057564113?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/53145027057564113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/03/bitter-sweet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/53145027057564113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/53145027057564113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/03/bitter-sweet.html' title='Bitter Sweet'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-2058204021802616426</id><published>2009-03-23T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:24:29.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Disneyland Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/ScfSgClNuPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/J493JsSUrUw/s1600-h/elijahcooper+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/ScfQSKSzeDI/AAAAAAAAAIA/iIAa0CQfess/s320/elijahcooper+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316446895553607730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/ScfQRY6u94I/AAAAAAAAAH4/NCrZ1KBz6dU/s1600-h/elijahcooper+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/ScfQRY6u94I/AAAAAAAAAH4/NCrZ1KBz6dU/s320/elijahcooper+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316446882299312002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish that I was able to blog at Disney but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; didn't bring my computer so I will tell the tale as best as I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday morning we began our 8 hour journey to Anaheim. Towards the end Andrew came down with the stomach flu which caused us to stop every half an hour and head to the closest bathroom. After surviving that we arrived and went to Medieval Times. While in line waiting to enter the King and his followers came to entertain us, and during his announcements he called Hailey a Princess which sent her over the moon! We then had the kids knighted which they all enjoyed. During the dinner show Hailey was thrown a flower by our Knight which again made her believe she was a true Princess. Andrew also had a blast watching them fight, Go figure. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was our first day to Disneyland. The first ride we went on was Pirates of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Caribbean&lt;/span&gt; which was a poor decision! :p I never really realized what a dramatic daughter I have until then. That was the most over dramatic event that I have EVER experienced! She started to scream and NEVER stopped throughout the whole ride! When we got off, we were walking out of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;building&lt;/span&gt; and she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;proceeded&lt;/span&gt; to throw up all over the ground. She then says, "I was shot and it is still red!" Referring to the part where the pirates are shooting back and forth over the boat. Later her fish tale became bigger saying she was shot twice and it was still red. Then we went on "It's a Small World" and while on the boat we noticed Hailey was going to throw up. We tried to convince her to do it over the boat but it didn't work. Instead it was all over her lap and shirt. We ended up leaving early that day. Oh! I did take Moses on Space Mountain which was SO much fun and he LOVED it! While on Space Mountain, Hailey had her leg pinned by Johns electric wheel chair! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DL's&lt;/span&gt; nurse and security had to come. She ended up being okay, but of course it added to the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2- Things started off well and Hailey was over her bug. We got into the park and did a little shopping. John's Mom called and informed him that his Grandfather passed away which made for a sad day. We went on the on the new Submarine ride which was lots of fun. The boys did mainly all of the riding because Hailey was scared after being shot by the pirate! John and I also went to the Blue Bayou for my early Birthday dinner. It was excellent food and we had a great time entertaining the boats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3- Through out the night I was woken up with excruciating pain in my eye. It felt as if someone was crushing my eyeball. It hurt so bad that I thought I may be blind if I opened it. We ended up sending the kids to Disneyland w/ my mom and John and I went to the E.R. . It turned out I had an infected corneal abrasion. We didn't get to Disneyland until about noon that day and when we did it was PACKED! We met up with my friend Julie and Kristi and their babies. Julies husband also came and we all had a fun time. I think I only rode 3 rides that day because of the crowd. We also went to Downtown Disney and had dinner at some Mexican place which was pretty good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and I never did make it to the Disney California portion which was a bummer. I wanted to go on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Soarin&lt;/span&gt;' California but we ran out of time. Next trip there I think we will plan a 5 day trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;DL&lt;/span&gt; so we have more time. I will add more picture when I can go through the 1000.... yes, 1000.... that we have!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-2058204021802616426?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/2058204021802616426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-disneyland-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/2058204021802616426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/2058204021802616426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-disneyland-vacation.html' title='Our Disneyland Vacation'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/ScfSgClNuPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/J493JsSUrUw/s72-c/elijahcooper+027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-3422417690189901023</id><published>2009-03-10T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:23:02.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 more days!</title><content type='html'>T-minus 8 days and counting! I am so excited for Disneyland I can barely stand it! I bought tickets to Medieval Times for the 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Not cheap but worth every minute! Then I also made reservations to eat at the Blue Bayou which had not a single reservation left except 4:50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 21st I am planning on meeting up with my friend Julie and her husband Bob. We talk and plan almost everyday over the phone and have decided that her husband will ride on the back of Johns electric wheel chair. Since her husband is an Airline Pilot we found it fitting that we label the picture, "Captain and co-pilot." John of course being the Captain of this air ship.... I mean wheel-ship! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-3422417690189901023?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/3422417690189901023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/03/8-more-days.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/3422417690189901023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/3422417690189901023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/03/8-more-days.html' title='8 more days!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-8076283376008391492</id><published>2009-03-08T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T09:17:15.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are going to Disneyland in 10 Days!</title><content type='html'>So we bumped up our vacation to Disneyland and will be heading out in 10 days!! I am so excited!! It seems that is all I can think about, well that and food! We will be taking the kids to Medieval Times the day we arrive then will be at Disney for 3 days. My mom offered to join us to help me round up the kids (and because she loves Disneyland). That is partially the reason we bumped up the dates.  We are so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My diet is doing well! Yesterday I had lost 6lbs in 3 days until Allison brought over her friendship bread. She calls it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Amish&lt;/span&gt; Friendship bread and I call it diet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sabotage&lt;/span&gt;! :p Today I will get back on track!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Disneyland talk... I will be meeting my friend Julie and her husband up there one of the days! Her baby is 2 weeks younger then Elijah so that will be neat!! Man, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; just excited all around!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-8076283376008391492?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/8076283376008391492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-are-going-to-disneyland-in-10-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/8076283376008391492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/8076283376008391492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-are-going-to-disneyland-in-10-days.html' title='We are going to Disneyland in 10 Days!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-3192763210355789887</id><published>2009-03-04T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T08:16:53.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like in the movies</title><content type='html'>I departed my normal routine at the bus stop this morning, noticing my gas light was on which worried me. I got around the block and remembered that I had left my cigarettes on top of the car. I pulled over to check, and indeed they were gone. It took me a moment to decide to go back but it was my last pack and I didn't feel like going to the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around to back track and finally spotted them in the middle of the road. I pulled over and got out, noticing an approaching school bus. Briefly I considered trying to beat the on coming bus and grab them, but decided that was too risky. I instead stood and waited, gambling whether or not I would have a pack left after the bus passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a second it looked like the driver was gonna save the day and clear it with his tires. I began to feel hopeful, then..... SMASH!!!! Hit by the bus! COME ON!! I rescued the flattened box and realized there wasn't terrible damage besides a little bit of disfigurement..... well until I pulled one out of the box and the tobacco poured out! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; `&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-3192763210355789887?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/3192763210355789887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-like-in-movies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/3192763210355789887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/3192763210355789887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-like-in-movies.html' title='Just like in the movies'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-5316671103413604209</id><published>2009-03-03T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:34:31.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The drama never ends</title><content type='html'>Today while pulling up to the bis stop I saw the kids in a panic to get me. I am the only mother (parent) in the morning to drop off Moses for the school bus although he is in 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. I go because, A. I don't want him causing trouble although he is not the type and B. Because there are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;multiple&lt;/span&gt; young children unsupervised that like to run in the street and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;misbehave&lt;/span&gt; in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right as I pulled up 2 young boys threw rocks at the glass at the bus stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shelter&lt;/span&gt;. Needless to say it shattered the glass. I got out and watched one boy run off and then stopped the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; boy from doing the same. I asked him his name which he gave readily and asked him if he broke the glass which he admitted to. Although it was not the right thing to do, I was proud of him for coming forward and telling the truth. It was mainly the parents fault for the lack of supervision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the school who told me to call the police, which I did. I ended up waiting forever and one finally came. I filled the report out and he said it was the right thing to do. I felt guilty because the MP said the parents were responsible for the financial responsibility of the window.  Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-5316671103413604209?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/5316671103413604209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/03/drama-never-ends.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/5316671103413604209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/5316671103413604209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/03/drama-never-ends.html' title='The drama never ends'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-3664437168379629750</id><published>2009-03-02T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T16:17:02.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad me...</title><content type='html'>I know, I have not been the best blogger recently! I have a one track mind and other interests have caught my attention. I have been planning our vacation to Disneyland!! I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt; excited! I think we will be going April 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;-12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. We also will be going to Medieval Times which the kids are super excited for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also started Weight Watchers today. Of course I have been obsessing over food all day! Isn't that funny how you are never really interested in food until you diet? I have John on it too, so that may help my will power!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew has another cold and was home for the day. I am really hoping it does not pass through the house like usual!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-3664437168379629750?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/3664437168379629750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/03/bad-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/3664437168379629750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/3664437168379629750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/03/bad-me.html' title='Bad me...'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-6413844362015417251</id><published>2009-02-25T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:22:02.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you have people?</title><content type='html'>So Andrew stayed up with me tonight watching American Idol while I fed Elijah. An AT&amp;amp;T commercial came on and he asked, "Mama, don't you want an AT&amp;amp;T phone?" I told him I already had one, and he said "Did yours come with people?" I said no. Then he says, "Well I thought they came with people!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to take him to auditions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-6413844362015417251?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/6413844362015417251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-you-have-people.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/6413844362015417251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/6413844362015417251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-you-have-people.html' title='Don&apos;t you have people?'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-2197558910230132564</id><published>2009-02-25T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T07:36:22.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoolander</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SaVlEKNxisI/AAAAAAAAAHY/oyB0EfdQl9s/s1600-h/zoolander.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SaVlEKNxisI/AAAAAAAAAHY/oyB0EfdQl9s/s320/zoolander.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306758858062006978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, John informed me that I have the facial expressions of Zoolander (a movie)! He said I always walk around and pucker my lips. More so since I have been inflicted with this STUPID cold sore! So what's the verdict? Do you see a resemblance? Haha! At least I can poke fun at myself! :0P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-2197558910230132564?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/2197558910230132564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/zoolander.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/2197558910230132564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/2197558910230132564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/zoolander.html' title='Zoolander'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SaVlEKNxisI/AAAAAAAAAHY/oyB0EfdQl9s/s72-c/zoolander.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-3117824143290112295</id><published>2009-02-24T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:00:50.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lesson on life</title><content type='html'>Tonight while I was making dinner Moses brought up the lessons that he has been taught about Martin Luther King and Rosa Parks. We discussed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;discrimination&lt;/span&gt; and I explained what my dad said to me once before singing to a nursing home for choir in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;, "They look out the same eyes that you do." The day I had heard those words I related them with race as much as age. I explained to Moses that although John is black, Elijah is half, and he and Andrew were part Mexican it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; make anyone better or worse then Hailey or me. I explained to him that you do not ask to be born a certain color. I brought back the experience in high school where I tutored a girl with deformities. A punk kid used to always poke fun at her. One day he decided to call her "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stubby&lt;/span&gt;" in front of the class and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Irish&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Czech&lt;/span&gt; came out in me. I said to him, "She didn't ask God to be like this, just as much as you didn't ask God to be so STUPID!" He never once said another word! I explained to the kids the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;importence&lt;/span&gt; of standing up for others as much as you would for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 9/11 was brought up by the kids that were intently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;listening&lt;/span&gt;. I got the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to explain those events to them, feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; an old timer remembering Pearl Harbor. I explained the roles of the Firefighters, EMS, Police and military. I explained that it was important to take care of others. I also explained &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; fact of that day feeling like the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all responded differently. Hailey sad she was sad, Moses talked about how he would rescue the world, Elijah contently laughed at the mess of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;vegetables&lt;/span&gt; and chicken smeared on the high chair, and Andrew said, "I'm not gonna be a fireman, cop, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;solider&lt;/span&gt;. I don't wanna die. That's why I am gonna be a computer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;programmer&lt;/span&gt;!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! Where does that come from in a 7 year old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to news of the Mustang- We had the "points " fixed yesterday and got it running again. Today we had a stereo system put in, although I liked the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;nostalgia&lt;/span&gt; of the original radio. We also had the windows tinted w/ a Mustang and Ford symbol applied to the limo tint on the back window. Now we are on to the body work and paint. John has pretty much finished the interior. Too bad we can't get it in Hot August Nights this year! I thought the tint and system was silly, but was actually thrilled with the results! When I can find the charger for the camera I'll take some pictures, until then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; stuck with car restoration. Or until he gets me my own classic car.... wink wink!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-3117824143290112295?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/3117824143290112295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/lesson-on-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/3117824143290112295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/3117824143290112295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/lesson-on-life.html' title='A lesson on life'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-2553237664135540092</id><published>2009-02-24T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:03:16.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I have been missing</title><content type='html'>No one needs to send out a search party, I have just been super busy the last few days. First, my mom came down for a visit which took up a few days. Then this car is taking up some of my time although it shouldn't. Today's agenda included window tint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a HUGE cold sore for the first time in my life which is driving me batty. My lip was so swollen this morning I couldn't pronounce anything that began with the letter "M".  I feel bad for people that have these on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also spoke with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zales&lt;/span&gt; today and should receive my ring tomorrow. It's about darn time. Anyhow look for upcoming pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to do dishes. Talk about a fun time! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-2553237664135540092?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/2553237664135540092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-know-i-have-been-missing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/2553237664135540092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/2553237664135540092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-know-i-have-been-missing.html' title='I know I have been missing'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-2298881653973022185</id><published>2009-02-22T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:04:01.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More new hair pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SaG9m9lXI1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/P00w7tjKxto/s1600-h/newhair2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SaG9m9lXI1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/P00w7tjKxto/s320/newhair2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305730313083102034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SaG9m7pMFxI/AAAAAAAAAHA/RUnzupARS-Y/s1600-h/newhair1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SaG9m7pMFxI/AAAAAAAAAHA/RUnzupARS-Y/s320/newhair1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305730312562284306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-2298881653973022185?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/2298881653973022185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-new-hair-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/2298881653973022185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/2298881653973022185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-new-hair-pictures.html' title='More new hair pictures'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SaG9m9lXI1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/P00w7tjKxto/s72-c/newhair2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-8573840891334423529</id><published>2009-02-21T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T16:38:52.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I chopped it off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SaCeLUuEUWI/AAAAAAAAAG4/vcKPoOSif9o/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090221_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SaCeLUuEUWI/AAAAAAAAAG4/vcKPoOSif9o/s320/Snapshot_20090221_14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305414278420124002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SaCeLVoBaLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/GBjLc81YGYo/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090221_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SaCeLVoBaLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/GBjLc81YGYo/s320/Snapshot_20090221_12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305414278663202994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SaCcuGJOjQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YLTxzFqh3CE/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090221_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SaCcuGJOjQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YLTxzFqh3CE/s320/Snapshot_20090221_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305412676779674882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SaCcuPM82gI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Af0qgidyAr4/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090221_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SaCcuPM82gI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Af0qgidyAr4/s320/Snapshot_20090221_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305412679211211266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I chopped it off! After it was said and done, close to 14 inches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-8573840891334423529?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/8573840891334423529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-chopped-it-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/8573840891334423529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/8573840891334423529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-chopped-it-off.html' title='I chopped it off!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SaCeLUuEUWI/AAAAAAAAAG4/vcKPoOSif9o/s72-c/Snapshot_20090221_14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-4561935792501033235</id><published>2009-02-15T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:42:13.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never a dull moment</title><content type='html'>This evening Holly invited me to go pick up dinner at Buffalo Wild Wings for payment of watching her dog over the weekend. She picked me up and we laughed and joked about the recent visit to the local Emergency Room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly initiated her right turn signal to turn onto Highway 92 from Fry Blvd. and I could see an inconsistency in the middle of the road. Cars were pulled off onto the side of the highway, panicked witnesses became &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sudo&lt;/span&gt; traffic control. A woman down on the pavement, lifeless in her pink jogging suit. For a brief second I assessed the situation,  noticing small detail. In the chaos I pondered helping, allowing my passion of EMS to flow free once again.  My heart and soul aching to help, wishing the adrenaline to run once again through my veins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the woman was being hovered by the first wittiness's that had stumbled upon the scene. They bore blue gloves which assured me they were first responders in some sense. Another woman directed traffic in a military mannerism. We drove off as the lights of the police approached us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside of the restaurant we both quietly thought of the accident. Perhaps it was a mother crossing the street, on her way shopping. We continued the small talk, amongst the young soldiers out partying away the four day weekend. Laughing as we noticed our age in comparison of  the "kids" in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were leaving we stopped to smoke a cigarette, admiring the flashing lights of emergency vehicles in the intersection. I told Holly more stories of my EMS days which now feel like my youth. In the air we heard a sound like a generator. Listening closer we realized it was the rotor and blades of a helicopter. A sobering sound knowing at this point the seriousness of the call. We watched in silence as the chopper ascended from the intersection that we had just been in minutes ago.  Once again I ached to go back to school, and become a member of the EMS club again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-4561935792501033235?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/4561935792501033235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/never-dull-moment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/4561935792501033235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/4561935792501033235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/never-dull-moment.html' title='Never a dull moment'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-5510192826079465779</id><published>2009-02-15T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T13:51:42.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people should be slapped.</title><content type='html'>I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Walgreens&lt;/span&gt; today to do a little shopping. While I was admiring the "As seen on T.V." isle I over hear the cashier say in a loud rude tone, "Hurry up! You're holding up my line!" I look over to see what in the world deserved that treatment and it was a little old lady pushing 85.... at least! The poor gal says, "Don't yell at me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I at that point decided I was going to go home and write one heck of a letter to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Walgreens&lt;/span&gt; head quarters. There was NO reason to treat another person like that, let-a-lone a customer. I of course forgot to catch her name.  I wish I was standing in that line. I would of said something to that lady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-5510192826079465779?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/5510192826079465779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-people-should-be-slapped.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/5510192826079465779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/5510192826079465779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-people-should-be-slapped.html' title='Some people should be slapped.'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-1858062410297972256</id><published>2009-02-14T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:03:20.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hailey and her words of wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SZdoCBxNguI/AAAAAAAAAGI/sSgmu_4tOlY/s1600-h/snow210+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SZdoCBxNguI/AAAAAAAAAGI/sSgmu_4tOlY/s320/snow210+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302821470295917282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailey loves school, always has. She is incredibly smart and takes things in like a sponge. On Thursday she came home from school with a little paper puppet. It was of President Lincoln on a popsicle stick. She was very proud of her puppet and showed it to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening she came to us and says, "Did you know someone was shot?!" We were confused because she was so concerned over this. John then figures out she is talking about Lincoln! He says to her, "Oh! Its okay Hailey! He died like 200 years ago!" Hailey then replies,             "Oh. I miss him!" in a terribly dramatic voice.  I had a hard time controlling my laughter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-1858062410297972256?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/1858062410297972256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/hailey-and-her-words-of-wisdom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/1858062410297972256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/1858062410297972256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/hailey-and-her-words-of-wisdom.html' title='Hailey and her words of wisdom'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SZdoCBxNguI/AAAAAAAAAGI/sSgmu_4tOlY/s72-c/snow210+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-8783005418646646582</id><published>2009-02-13T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T17:10:00.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Claw and Shell-y</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SZYXIFaEa8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/_Z4BWt6tkbU/s1600-h/valentines2009+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SZYXIFaEa8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/_Z4BWt6tkbU/s320/valentines2009+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302451038933248962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SZYXIElPbdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/0Azqh7-yE6k/s1600-h/valentines2009+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SZYXIElPbdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/0Azqh7-yE6k/s320/valentines2009+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302451038711672274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SZYXH8weBzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Xv1-KO8mheo/s1600-h/valentines2009+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SZYXH8weBzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Xv1-KO8mheo/s320/valentines2009+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302451036611282738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SZYXHlGqcFI/AAAAAAAAAFg/tNYax1UsPM8/s1600-h/ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SZYXHlGqcFI/AAAAAAAAAFg/tNYax1UsPM8/s320/ring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302451030261919826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John went out today cane in hand, back brace secured to begin the annual Valentines gathering. Hours later he came home with these lovely additions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; Two LIVE lobters. Mr. Claw and Shell-y.  Poor little things will make their maker tonight!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A HUGE assortment of sushi.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A box of chocolates.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Chocolate covered fortune cookies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Two pounds of jumbo shrimp.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A dozen long stem roses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A bottle of wine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Gifts for the kids.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I feel bad for the poor little guys, so looked up "humane" ways to boil them. HA! It says to put them into the freezer for 5 minutes before they hit the pot. Thank God they went to lobster heaven before we had to boil them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also will be getting the ring for a Valentines day/Birthday/Tax day/early anniversary present. It is a 2 carat T.W. diamond ring. I found it for 75% off!!!! I am super excited!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-8783005418646646582?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/8783005418646646582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/mr-claw-and-shell-y.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/8783005418646646582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/8783005418646646582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/mr-claw-and-shell-y.html' title='Mr. Claw and Shell-y'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SZYXIFaEa8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/_Z4BWt6tkbU/s72-c/valentines2009+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-9202418974424260780</id><published>2009-02-12T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T19:33:52.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One eye'd Willy</title><content type='html'>Somewhere around Tuesday afternoon my eye felt as if I had something in my contact. I took it out to let my eye rest and things progressively got worse. My tears began to feel like Tabasco. Through the night I was woken up with the feeling that glass was embedded in my eye. My Tabasco tears flowed like a swollen river. The next day it was getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided, if you ever want to see me irritable.... stick something in my eye. I guarded it all day because light caused the pain to intensify. I applied warm compresses to no avail. Finally I decided to call and get authorization to go to Urgent care. By the time the on-call Doc got around to calling me back, Urgent care was closed. He said that I needed to take my "eye emergency" into the emergency room. Something we all want to hear! "I want you to go sit in a room packed with contagious flu patients incapable of covering their mouths for hours!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Holly was nice enough to volunteer to be my E.R. escort. When we arrived there was the usual. Flu, strep and cold infested patients. To top it all off, there was a young gal who was either obviously strung out on the latest street drug or possibly schizophrenic. She had a towel wrapped around her arm and cradled it, as if it were her baby. She rocked back and forth dramatically crying, impatient, seeking attention. All the while, Holly and I tried to diagnose her suicide attempt. Possibly a wife to a deployment or war tragedy. Maybe a break up, or a death in the family. My final diagnosis was a pure case of PCP.    ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally were called back into the room. I haven't had that much fun in a long time. Being a mother of 4, I don't have much of an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to make it out into the town and laugh it out with a friend. Holly and I laughed over her extreme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;germaphobe&lt;/span&gt; quirks and compared drivers licenses. I told awful stories of my EMT school days (trying to sway her from medical assistant), and then we listened to people cry in the room next to us.... possibly due to my stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the Doctor came in and asked the routine questions. She brought along some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fluorescent&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; dye and a black light. For a moment I thought she may had confused me with the PCP patient and had brought entertainment! She numbed my eye up, colored it with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;narly&lt;/span&gt; dye and then examined it with the black light. I literally could see my glowing eye in the reflection of the lamp, which I found amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then decided to play around with the antique eye machine... the kind you put your chin in the metal strap and the Doctor proclaims, "1 or 2? This one or that?" Next on the list of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;torture&lt;/span&gt; devices was a bottle of saline solution which she had decided to spray into my swollen irritated eye full force, the sound of the stream was audible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diagnosis? Corneal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Abrasion&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Treatment&lt;/span&gt;: antibiotic eye drops and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;percocet&lt;/span&gt;.  Time home: Midnight. A night out with the girls.... well girl... without children: PRICELESS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-9202418974424260780?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/9202418974424260780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/oned-eye-willy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/9202418974424260780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/9202418974424260780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/oned-eye-willy.html' title='One eye&apos;d Willy'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-3904286208962421146</id><published>2009-02-11T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T07:53:37.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you're a housewife when-</title><content type='html'>Last night I made a roast for dinner accompanied by mashed potatoes and gravy. As it was finishing I was on the phone with a friend of mine, Julie, discussing baby food textures. I know... exciting.  Anyhow, I notice that it is time to serve dinner and tell Julie, "Okay, I have to go and cut my roast now." Julie screams, "WHAT?!?!?" I say it again wondering why that was such an alarming comment. Julie then laughs, and says, " I thought you said you were going to go cut your wrists now!!!!" Haha!!! Obviously my voice isn't back 100%!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-3904286208962421146?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/3904286208962421146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-know-youre-housewife-when.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/3904286208962421146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/3904286208962421146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-know-youre-housewife-when.html' title='You know you&apos;re a housewife when-'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-156211988947416072</id><published>2009-02-10T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T07:56:55.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day!!!!</title><content type='html'>This morning we awoke to an unusual sight here in Southern Arizona.....SNOW!!! There can't be more then an inch but regardless they canceled school. First thing this morning the kids went out to play. Elijah's reaction was shock mixed in with a dash of excitement and a sprinkle of bewilderment. When the cold air would pass by his face and he would take a deep breath and shiver. I don't know if he actually noticed the snow and the difference between color and texture. I think he was mainly in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It amazes me the Arizona can go into a State of Emergency practically for a dusting of powder! I really only can remember a few times School was closed for me growing up. It literally had to be a few feet before they would make that choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by 8 am the kids had eaten breakfast, played outside, came in for a cup of hot chocolate, and then back out side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SZGf3YEtz4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/y9BlFzwotVQ/s1600-h/snow210+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SZGf3YEtz4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/y9BlFzwotVQ/s320/snow210+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301194010095636354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SZGf2wsgSbI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tF897LAObas/s1600-h/snow210+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; 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width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SZGeJFFMLkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/jlJjr16id5I/s320/snow210+018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301192115211742786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SZGeI713_II/AAAAAAAAAEY/r6nZfK86j2E/s1600-h/snow210+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SZGeI713_II/AAAAAAAAAEY/r6nZfK86j2E/s320/snow210+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301192112731585666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SZGeIlZut7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/FMza-5TakOw/s1600-h/snow210+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SZGeIlZut7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/FMza-5TakOw/s320/snow210+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301192106707957682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SZGeIVx5j-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/B_IF5FyEu6k/s1600-h/snow210+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SZGeIVx5j-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/B_IF5FyEu6k/s320/snow210+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301192102514364386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-156211988947416072?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/156211988947416072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/snow-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/156211988947416072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/156211988947416072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day!!!!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SZGf3YEtz4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/y9BlFzwotVQ/s72-c/snow210+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-5412029027954233495</id><published>2009-02-08T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T15:50:30.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just call us The Strep Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SY9vPusKj-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/oliDKt5cnU4/s1600-h/tinhat+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SY9vPusKj-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/oliDKt5cnU4/s320/tinhat+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300577602460356578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SY9vPQJ0PuI/AAAAAAAAADw/vCssHBHs2io/s1600-h/hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SY9vPQJ0PuI/AAAAAAAAADw/vCssHBHs2io/s320/hat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300577594263224034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SY9vPtgIRtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZuNWD0QNy3c/s1600-h/tinhat+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 151px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SY9vPtgIRtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZuNWD0QNy3c/s320/tinhat+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300577602141439698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this Penicillin has gotten to my brain, maybe it is the Strep- Either way I decided that Elijah needed a tin foil hat today! Actually it was the brunt of a joke a few friends and I have, but regardless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got into the Doctor this morning and was given a prescription to treat Strep. I have had this dang fever for a week. Last night though, I tuffed it up and grilled some steaks. Talk about a die hard griller!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-5412029027954233495?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/5412029027954233495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-call-us-strep-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/5412029027954233495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/5412029027954233495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-call-us-strep-family.html' title='Just call us The Strep Family'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SY9vPusKj-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/oliDKt5cnU4/s72-c/tinhat+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-8458111475409085156</id><published>2009-02-07T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T12:29:38.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P Aunt Bonnie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SY3vH06q5nI/AAAAAAAAADo/pVOI7f78oZ4/s1600-h/bonnie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 153px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SY3vH06q5nI/AAAAAAAAADo/pVOI7f78oZ4/s320/bonnie2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300155254227789426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SY3tZYzoRBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/pw54diiZedM/s1600-h/bonnie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 122px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SY3tZYzoRBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/pw54diiZedM/s320/bonnie1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300153356896453650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SY3tgSRYAgI/AAAAAAAAADY/Kkb6ZT6LjA0/s1600-h/bonnie3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SY3tgSRYAgI/AAAAAAAAADY/Kkb6ZT6LjA0/s400/bonnie3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300153475401253378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt Bonnie passed away this afternoon. She was an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exceptional&lt;/span&gt; woman. Always loving and kind. She found humor in almost every situation. She will be missed dearly.&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/5338154994784748831-8458111475409085156?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/8458111475409085156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/rip-aunt-bonnie.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/8458111475409085156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/8458111475409085156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/rip-aunt-bonnie.html' title='R.I.P Aunt Bonnie'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SY3vH06q5nI/AAAAAAAAADo/pVOI7f78oZ4/s72-c/bonnie2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-7617778063040585067</id><published>2009-02-07T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:36:23.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The hardest thing I have ever done.</title><content type='html'>Word came Thursday that my Aunt Bonnie had made a turn for the worse. The night prior she needed a hospital bed and to be carried to the bathroom. The Doctor came for a home visit and said that she would not make it through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I spoke with my dad and he had said she did in fact make it through the night. All day I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;contemplated&lt;/span&gt; the call that I never had made however it was planned, just put off. I knew that if I didn't call I would feel guilty the rest of my life.  I always have been a talker, finding something to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yack&lt;/span&gt; about, conversing until the cows come home. That is unless the subject is something serious and then I find myself shutting down, not knowing what to say.  I sat in the garage for hours yesterday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;contemplating&lt;/span&gt; what to say, how to say it and knowing the conversation would be brief. I finally had the nerve and called John into the garage to discuss the plan. I did not want to talk to the person who answered the phone nor did I want to speak to them after the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dialed the phone number realizing this would be the last time that my fingers would dial that sequence. John spoke to Auntie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Glo&lt;/span&gt;, explaining the situation and then handing the phone to me. For a brief second I had forgotten the hours of deciding what to say. "I love you...." I finally pulled together the words. The moment that phrase left my lips a young voice came onto the phone. "Hello?" she said. I quickly handed the phone to John and he hung up. Because of that I was back to square one. I do not know if the phone was held to her ear. I will never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time John had made himself something to eat and left it out to help me make the call.  When he came in he had caught &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Oie&lt;/span&gt; eating his food. He sent the dogs outside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;forgetting&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Oie&lt;/span&gt; had found a way out earlier in the day and had run away. I ended up picking him up from a woman at the bowling alley. He once again got out and ran away. I sent Moses out to look for him and with in a half an hour got a phone call from someone who found him 2 streets down. I found a little humor in this because it sounds some what like a sad Country song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad called last night as soon as I drifted to sleep. Aunt Bonnie was still unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the sickness of the house is still on a rampage. Hailey's Strep test came back positive yesterday. She is good though because she was put on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Penicillin&lt;/span&gt; the day we went to the Doctor for precautionary reasons. However I still am sick. I have been running a fever of 102 since last Sunday. Finally they had an opening at the clinic for Sunday morning. Making it 1 week since I contracted this illness which is most likely strep. John says it sounds like Pneumonia though, which I just cannot do. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; the position of mother does not have sick leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-7617778063040585067?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/7617778063040585067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/hardest-thing-i-have-ever-done.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/7617778063040585067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/7617778063040585067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/hardest-thing-i-have-ever-done.html' title='The hardest thing I have ever done.'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-2615746456829138931</id><published>2009-02-05T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:58:33.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few Pictures of Mr. Elijah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SYsLXlTZAdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/yHRP0HXlWGo/s1600-h/highchair+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SYsLXlTZAdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/yHRP0HXlWGo/s320/highchair+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299341886309859794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SYsLXhhDfCI/AAAAAAAAADA/3b9pNWflv38/s1600-h/highchair+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 157px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SYsLXhhDfCI/AAAAAAAAADA/3b9pNWflv38/s320/highchair+018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299341885293427746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SYsLX_S9usI/AAAAAAAAADI/I_fc8P3R8yk/s1600-h/highchair+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SYsLX_S9usI/AAAAAAAAADI/I_fc8P3R8yk/s320/highchair+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299341893287393986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night after his first taste of mixed vegetables I took these pictures. I gave him an empty roll of paper towels and he looked so.... mean! Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-2615746456829138931?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/2615746456829138931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/few-pictures-of-mr-elijah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/2615746456829138931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/2615746456829138931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/few-pictures-of-mr-elijah.html' title='A few Pictures of Mr. Elijah'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SYsLXlTZAdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/yHRP0HXlWGo/s72-c/highchair+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-2623231137947269096</id><published>2009-02-04T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:07:13.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When luck goes bad....</title><content type='html'>These last couple of days are finally getting to my boiling point.  Where do I begin? Lets see- Hailey has been sick since Sunday. Poor thing has had a fever for what seems like forever.  She has been absent from school all week and finally they had an opening at the Doctors today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets back up though and start with Monday.  Here is a little background- I haven't been receiving child support from the boys' father since October. That is $529 a month we are not getting. Nothing new though, since he is actually $18,000 behind from the first few years after our divorce. In January I spoke with my case worker through the State and she let me know that his drivers license was to be suspended that month for failure of payment.  He also has a case open from another child he had brought into the world 5 years ago. None of this matters to him. He was quoted, "I quit because I am sick of paying child support." In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;today's&lt;/span&gt; economy who quits a job that brings home $15.00 an hour? Anyhow, Monday I received 3 letters from the State.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1st- A letter stating that a court date has been scheduled for March 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; for the drivers license suspension. They would like me to appear because my testimony would be helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;- An order to modify child support brought forth by the other party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;3rd- A letter requesting a list of transactions that he may have paid me directly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Wonderful! I am in Arizona, how will I testify when the hearing is in Nevada? Luckily, the case worker said I can testify over the phone. Number 1....solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second gripe on this list royally PISSES me off! He did this because he is not working (by choice). He wants to X out his payment. Well, the minimum he would have to pay is $100 per child, but it is not my fault that he wants to be a 32 year old child and live with and off of his mother. They want to know all sorts of my financial status. Luckily with this I have found a few ways (which I won't say here) that will make him wish he never had the State look into the support order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to Tuesday. Everything was looking good. Went to file taxes which is like Christmas. Happy, happy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now today rolls around. I have an appointment at the Doctor to take Hailey in. On my way, I was on a major street here and entered the turn lane to turn left at a green light. The guy next to me (had to be pushing 80) was straddling the line, part of his car was in my lane. I checked to make sure there wasn't any oncoming traffic and after it was cleared straddled my lane to miss taking out his fender. Wouldn't you know it.... I look into my mirror and see that an unmarked police car had been behind me and turned on his lights. I pulled off into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;commissary&lt;/span&gt; parking lot and at this point am SHAKING. I HAVE never, I repeat NEVER have been pulled over in my LIFE!! I look for the registration/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;insurance&lt;/span&gt; which of course I can't find. He takes what feels like an hour to get out of the car and come up to my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"License, registration and insurance please." I hand him my license as I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tremble&lt;/span&gt;. "Do you know what you did wrong?" he asks. "Yes, I was trying to turn left and that other car....." and before I can finish he says, "Straddling the lane." Yes, yes, YES!!!!! My voice starts to give out as I tell him that I have never been pulled over before.  I decide this is not the right time to cry.  I tell him this is my husbands car and I cannot find my reg/ins. He goes back to his car while I continue to look. Thank you Lord, he gave me a warning but still..... it ruins my clean record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on to Hailey. The Doctor looked in her throat and thinks it is Strep. She took a culture and put her on antibiotics just in case. If she is + I have to go in to be tested because of my heart defect. Hopefully she will begin to feel better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to my final rant (lets hope). I just got a phone call from H&amp;amp;R Block. The IRS denied our return because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Elijah's&lt;/span&gt; social does not match his date of birth. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;?!?! I call S.S. and their info is correct. She said that sometimes the IRS makes the mistake because they share systems w/ S.S. . I dunno what the issue is. John is on the phone with the IRS as we speak. He just said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;t the people at IRS said that their info is correct also. Do I have to bang my head on a wall yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am so fed up with everything right now. It seems like anything that can go wrong, does. I could really go for a beer, but lately don't even like the taste of that. I had 1/2 of a beer during the Super Bowl and couldn't even finish it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-2623231137947269096?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/2623231137947269096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-luck-goes-bad.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/2623231137947269096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/2623231137947269096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-luck-goes-bad.html' title='When luck goes bad....'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-6953266443317655376</id><published>2009-02-02T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:25:45.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My review/rant of the Super Bowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="fs5"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ya know, I am really offended by the unnecessary sexual innuendo in the Super Bowl commercials last night! Come on! Kids are watching!!! Remember the big upheaval about Janet Jackson exposing her breast? I think the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dorritos&lt;/span&gt; commercial went WAY TOO far! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We as a family were having a nice time watching the game. I made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hors&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;d'oeuvres&lt;/span&gt; (yes, that is spelled right... I googled it!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) for the kids and we all had a nice little family party. Then came &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dorritos&lt;/span&gt; and showing the girl in her lingerie. Moses became uncomfortable and covered his face in the couch pretending he didn't see it. I have never been one to boycott stuff but I am seriously considering it this time! Or at least writing a letter!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What are your thoughts? I can understand and expect it from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;GoDaddy&lt;/span&gt; so am prepared to change the channel, but chips???? COME ON!! Even John (who likes naked women ;) ) was mad! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There was also one with some chick in the shower. I cringed the whole time and could tell my oldest was getting uncomfortable too. It turned out not being as bad as I was expecting it to be but still! I know that sex sells, but sell it after the kids' bed time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I **think ** the shower one was for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;GoDaddy&lt;/span&gt; but not sure. What ever happened to the good '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; commercials with frogs and funny but kid friendly stuff? If I wanted my kids to see the latest underwear trend we would watch the Victoria Secret Bowl, thank-you-very-much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the half time show with Bruce &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Springstein&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't see the crotch shot because I had stepped into the kitchen, but  Moses saw it! He came running in and says, "Mom! That guy slid into the camera!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you noticed that after the breast debacle all of the half time shows have been boring old people (I apologize in advance to anyone older then me :) )? They used to mix it up with a handful of celebrities to suit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; taste. John was saying that they will now have to nix the old performers after this penile performance! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also was appalled by the Cardinals. That play where they had a touch down so close they could taste it and then the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Steelers&lt;/span&gt; took it out from under their grip really made me sick! I am not one who knows an ounce in regards to football but I knew well enough to see what a terrible play that was. I was rooting for AZ, heck... I live here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am getting old and not realizing it. Maybe it is this stupid cold that has taken me under its wing. Who knows-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I have a fever of 101 which is unusual for me! This sure is a nasty illness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-6953266443317655376?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/6953266443317655376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-reviewrant-of-super-bowl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/6953266443317655376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/6953266443317655376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-reviewrant-of-super-bowl.html' title='My review/rant of the Super Bowl'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-3073134424045294367</id><published>2009-02-01T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T10:31:28.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Virus man, please go away!</title><content type='html'>It has happened. Hailey officially has this nasty virus that has been visiting each of our family members! She is so sick! The poor thing has been sporting a fever of 102 since yesterday. She is a little perkier this morning but as the school rules state, she will not be going to school tomorrow. I can't wait until summer time so that we can have a healthy house for once! It is so hard not to pass this on as soon as Elijah has it. Unfortunately he cannot cover his mouth when he coughs, and like all babies has a pass time of spreading drool throughout the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the National holiday of junk food consumption.... The famous Super Bowl! I am not keen to watching football, or any sport for that matter. I do enjoy the food and the commercials though. This year we won't be hosting a party which disappoints me. Last year we had a large one with lots of food! In fact, I didn't watch much of the game because of the position I held as hostess. I did record it onto the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt; however never got back around to watching it. Our menu this year is as follows-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chips and dip&lt;br /&gt;Little Smokies&lt;br /&gt;tortilla swirl sandwich &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thingies&lt;/span&gt; (not sure of the name)&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were invited over to the neighbors but their "parenting style" is not like ours and don't want to introduce the kids to "Bar language 101". There have been times that I have been tempted to call the police on these people! I have been out front a few times and have heard them yell at the 3 year old, "Get you own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;F-ing&lt;/span&gt; water!!! Lay the F down!!!" It really takes a whole lot to shock me, but that has been over the top! Different strokes for different folks like they say! The day my bra became a beehive is the day an investigator came over to conduct a background check on that neighbor. It turns out he is applying to become an agent with the border patrol. Interesting, I wonder if he knows his language of choice in Spanish?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-3073134424045294367?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/3073134424045294367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/mr-virus-man-please-go-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/3073134424045294367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/3073134424045294367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/02/mr-virus-man-please-go-away.html' title='Mr. Virus man, please go away!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-8125464720969273138</id><published>2009-01-31T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T17:02:07.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me decide!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SYT0CeEntzI/AAAAAAAAACw/ELgNIDnTHxA/s1600-h/th_hair004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SYT0CeEntzI/AAAAAAAAACw/ELgNIDnTHxA/s320/th_hair004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297627384963905330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SYT0CdgaUjI/AAAAAAAAACo/8HCYgfvao-4/s1600-h/th_hair003-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SYT0CdgaUjI/AAAAAAAAACo/8HCYgfvao-4/s320/th_hair003-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297627384812032562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SYT0COGxzfI/AAAAAAAAACg/Jd4VChR4RoI/s1600-h/th_hair001-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SYT0COGxzfI/AAAAAAAAACg/Jd4VChR4RoI/s320/th_hair001-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297627380677987826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that it is time for a change! I really need to chop off my damaged hair to give it a new start! I found a website that does online makeovers and have tinkered around the last couple of days. If you are interested the address is www.dailymakeover.com . Please comment and let me know which style you prefer (#1, #2, #3)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-8125464720969273138?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/8125464720969273138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/01/help-me-decide.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/8125464720969273138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/8125464720969273138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/01/help-me-decide.html' title='Help me decide!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SYT0CeEntzI/AAAAAAAAACw/ELgNIDnTHxA/s72-c/th_hair004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-2873996772862995442</id><published>2009-01-30T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:31:17.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Mr. Coldeze Maker Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SYPFRDhU2jI/AAAAAAAAACY/0iwicNuX3yY/s1600-h/inthenews+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SYPFRDhU2jI/AAAAAAAAACY/0iwicNuX3yY/s200/inthenews+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297294483511368242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a dime for every time someone in this family has had a cold this winter, I'd be one wealthy woman! It's the same routine every time- it goes from child 1 to child 2, 3 and 4. It repeats itself like the directions on a shampoo bottle. Round and round it goes, where it ends...no one knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I had been lucky. The moment I get a tingle in my sinus', I pop a cold&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eze&lt;/span&gt;. Well, until yesterday and I felt TERRIBLE! My head throbbed, my throat burned, and my body felt like I was trampled by a herd of elephants.  I thought that I didn't start my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;coldeze&lt;/span&gt; in time. Well, this morning I woke up and feel like a million bucks!! The only lingering symptom is a headache when I bend over! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!! Thank you wonderful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coldeze&lt;/span&gt; maker man. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Mr. Elijah still has a cold. I have suctioned his nose so much his mucus is tainted with blood! Poor little guy! If he feels a little like I did yesterday, he must be miserable.  Since they changed the rules for the administration of cold medicine for infants (or lack of), there is not much I can do to make him feel any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew has a field trip today! He is going to a nature museum in Tucson. He is so excited, he was awake before I was this morning. It is an all day field trip. This school appears to  have more field trips then most, which really pleases the kids! I am really hoping that Ms. Lee remembered to bring along Andrews &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Epi&lt;/span&gt;-pen. I was meaning to call her this morning to remind her and totally forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off now to do some grocery shopping. I am trying to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;strategies&lt;/span&gt; this adventure since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Elijahs&lt;/span&gt; car seat is not capable of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;connecting&lt;/span&gt; to the grocery cart like most. I normally have to put the car seat in the cart at stores, however that won't be possible this time because that will leave little to no room for the groceries. Perhaps he can try sitting in the "big kid" seat that is built in, I just hate to have him exposed to more germs! I want a healthy house for once. Is that too much to ask?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-2873996772862995442?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/2873996772862995442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-you-mr-coldeze-maker-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/2873996772862995442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/2873996772862995442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-you-mr-coldeze-maker-man.html' title='Thank You Mr. Coldeze Maker Man!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SYPFRDhU2jI/AAAAAAAAACY/0iwicNuX3yY/s72-c/inthenews+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-2531959998013449338</id><published>2009-01-27T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T08:08:41.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in the news? Re: The kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SX8xGXqujoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KRgQu0xcn_w/s1600-h/thanksgiving+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SX8xGXqujoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KRgQu0xcn_w/s200/thanksgiving+045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296005672313196162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SX8nuhDgflI/AAAAAAAAABs/lAnpBJataGU/s1600-h/Haileyplay+086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SX8nuhDgflI/AAAAAAAAABs/lAnpBJataGU/s200/Haileyplay+086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295995366911540818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SX8mx76bU7I/AAAAAAAAABk/FRyKq_5_TN8/s1600-h/Eli7months+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SX8mx76bU7I/AAAAAAAAABk/FRyKq_5_TN8/s200/Eli7months+018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295994326149190578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a request this morning via email requesting to see all of the kids. I thought this would prove to be an appropriate opportunity to do some mommy bragging as well as include some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailey made student if the week last week. The Principal called to tell me and she said that Hailey is very well behaved, kind to others, respectful, and always does what is expected of her. She is a hard worker with good grades. With student of the week they are presented with an award and goody bag, they wear a badge that says "student of the week", and they also attend an ice cream party on the Friday of. When the kids get this award, I always buy them a bunch of balloons and take them to dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew also was awarded student of the week recently. The Principal said that he is a great friend to others, always trying to help, and very polite. This is a pleasant surprise since Andrew was the one who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pee'd&lt;/span&gt; on the steps of the school a couple of years back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses unfortunately doesn't have Student of the Week at his school. If he did though, I know he would have been awarded. Moses has always been well behaved, quiet, and kind. He did a super job this grading period! He received all A's and B's (except 1 C).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be planning birthday parties here soon. Besides mine in March, Andrews is in April and although &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haileys&lt;/span&gt; is in June we will be throwing an early party before she goes to her Dads for the summer. I realized yesterday that she will be missing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Elijahs&lt;/span&gt; first birthday, but at least Elijah won't remember! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-2531959998013449338?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/2531959998013449338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-in-news-re-kids.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/2531959998013449338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/2531959998013449338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-in-news-re-kids.html' title='What&apos;s in the news? Re: The kids'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SX8xGXqujoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KRgQu0xcn_w/s72-c/thanksgiving+045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-8979033556895155738</id><published>2009-01-26T17:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:05:58.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please help baby Brayton!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SX5dQHzsXTI/AAAAAAAAABc/uFvRINpVFHA/s1600-h/brayton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SX5dQHzsXTI/AAAAAAAAABc/uFvRINpVFHA/s200/brayton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295772743389437234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Brayton was born on June 30th, 2008 to Aimee who is a dear friend of mine. Brayton was born with a birth defect which caused his esophagus not to connect during development. Because of this Brayton has never left the hospital and has been a patient of the NICU/PICU the entire 7 months of his life. His mother lives 5 hours from the hospital and visits as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this time Rick (Braytons father) has been laid off. They struggle day to day to get by. They have 2 other children at home which they also must care for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in July of 2008 I created a fundraiser for this family. With out the wonderful contributors, Aimee and Rick would of struggled more then they already have! This fundraiser allows for them to visit baby Brayton as well as helps with their everyday expenses and bills. We are always looking for more donations, even if all you can do is pass the word along, or send them your prayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a link to the site I have created to collect funds for this family. 100% of the proceeds go directly to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&amp;amp;hosted_button_id=2790254"&gt;https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&amp;amp;hosted_button_id=2790254&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&amp;amp;hosted_button_id=2790254"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-8979033556895155738?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/8979033556895155738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/01/please-help-baby-brayton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/8979033556895155738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/8979033556895155738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/01/please-help-baby-brayton.html' title='Please help baby Brayton!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SX5dQHzsXTI/AAAAAAAAABc/uFvRINpVFHA/s72-c/brayton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-4192310145345995093</id><published>2009-01-26T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:41:18.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new Hot August Nights project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SX30CS3nLEI/AAAAAAAAABU/YLwcgjfMDQc/s1600-h/stang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SX30CS3nLEI/AAAAAAAAABU/YLwcgjfMDQc/s200/stang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295657057119579202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SX3zLV5JffI/AAAAAAAAABM/Lz2PdQ68bE8/s1600-h/dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SX3zLV5JffI/AAAAAAAAABM/Lz2PdQ68bE8/s200/dream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295656113038523890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the proud new owners of a classic 1969 Ford Mustang! We went down yesterday and took a look at the car and for its age it is in pretty good shape! The engine is in a great condition, it almost purrs. It is a 302, V8 coup.  We will be getting a new paint job, which at the moment picture it being a dark blue w/ a white racing stripe (blue like the picture posted). The interior is almost in perfect condition except the 2 front seats. It still has its original radio (in working condition), heater, etc. .  We ended up talking them down in price which I was THRILLED about!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids seem super excited over our new adventure in classic car restoration. Moses told me this morning that he thinks we will hand down the car to him. It floors me to think that he is a mere 5 years away from the grand old age of 16. Perhaps we will have a Cougar by that point and it will become his! That is, if we can pry it away from Hailey who already is anticipating helping John with the project. Time will only tell I suppose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now our new dilemma is moving the pool table from its current home in the garage. Our plans were to make it a game room however that doesn't seem like a possibility anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Elijah woke up with a cold this morning. He seems miserable. He caught it from Andrew who most likely caught it from my mother. Now we are hoping John doesn't catch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still awaiting Elijah's coveted social security card. If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Womack&lt;/span&gt; would of done its job effectively we wouldn't be having this problem right now. Go figure! I would really like to do my taxes right now, so we can start planning our Disneyland vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-4192310145345995093?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/4192310145345995093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-new-hot-august-nights-project.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/4192310145345995093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/4192310145345995093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-new-hot-august-nights-project.html' title='Our new Hot August Nights project'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SX30CS3nLEI/AAAAAAAAABU/YLwcgjfMDQc/s72-c/stang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-3942648940541712631</id><published>2009-01-24T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T18:01:18.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby in a basket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SXvHvCHEe9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/KM8TJzY3nCs/s1600-h/Eli7months+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SXvHvCHEe9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/KM8TJzY3nCs/s320/Eli7months+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295045397738453970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                                                Elijah is already 7 and a half months old!&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/5338154994784748831-3942648940541712631?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/3942648940541712631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-in-basket.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/3942648940541712631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/3942648940541712631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-in-basket.html' title='Baby in a basket'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SXvHvCHEe9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/KM8TJzY3nCs/s72-c/Eli7months+017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-9178158144470473396</id><published>2009-01-24T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T16:11:57.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Stang. Or not to Stang. That is the question?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SXt5CDKRPLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gIalzdSyObI/s1600-h/stang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SXt5CDKRPLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gIalzdSyObI/s320/stang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294958863019228338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up I have always been intrigued by classic cars. It is a family tradition. Every year my step father put his cars into Hot August Nights ( www.hotaugustnights.net ) which is a 7 day party in Reno, NV. Last year we took a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vacation&lt;/span&gt; to Reno during our PCS from Bragg to Fort &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Huachuca&lt;/span&gt;. It was Johns first time experiencing such an event and he was hooked! I think that is all I heard on our 2 day trip. I want a car, I need a car, cry cry cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;craigslist&lt;/span&gt; I decided I would check out the car section since we are in the market for a new one. My car has become a driveway ornament. I hope and pray everyday that an illegal immigrant will come and find it to be wonderful free transportation and with a little help of a screwdriver in the ignition they could drive it far, far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we are off to look at a 1969 Mustang I found today. It needs a little cosmetic work, but what a find! We will be giving her a down on it tomorrow if it is a go. That means that I get the new car (Chrysler) and John gets the old  car (Mustang). With Johns back, I probably will be its mechanic, problem is I dropped out of auto shop in high school 3 days in. I joined for the boys, but hated the fact that the teacher called me Carpenter (my maiden name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your fingers crossed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-9178158144470473396?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/9178158144470473396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-stang-or-not-to-stang-that-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/9178158144470473396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/9178158144470473396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-stang-or-not-to-stang-that-is.html' title='To Stang. Or not to Stang. That is the question?'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_buyxsQcd8/SXt5CDKRPLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gIalzdSyObI/s72-c/stang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-8267782097018074032</id><published>2009-01-23T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T18:00:10.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bee Hive aka Bra</title><content type='html'>You have to love Arizona and its weather. Not even February and its in the 70's. The flowers are still in bloom which welcomes the bees. I remember during the summer my friend Holly was killing literally HUNDREDS of bees. Becoming concerned that there may be a hive in close proximity of her home she called housing. Proudly pointing out the pile of dead bees to the maintenance man, she was swiftly told that the extermination of bees in the State of Arizona is illegal. Who ever passed that law never has had the experience of what I am about to explain-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago I made my usual friendly exchange of gossip at the bus stop. A friend of mine pointed out that the bees were out in full force. I told her that I only once was stung which was in 1st grade and was sure the pain was nothing as I recalled. We parted ways, and another friend pulled up to talk to me. During our in-depth discussion of Johns walker she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interrupted&lt;/span&gt; by whispering, "You have a bee on your neck." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Panicking&lt;/span&gt; I brushed the left side and as luck would have it, it was on the right. For a minute I thought it was gone.... until I looked down my shirt, and like an entrapped bear in a small cage there was the bee. It was wedged in between my breast and my bra. I began jumping, screaming and flashing the outdoors like an intoxicated girl at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mardi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gras&lt;/span&gt;. It seemed like forever until I saw the disoriented bee fly away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't hurt at first. I thought I had escaped injury. Before I knew it my entire boob began to burn and throb. I rushed home to see if John could find the stinger but low-and-behold his Command was there for a visit! "How am I going to explain this with his superior here?" I thought. Luckily he was on his way out. We never did find the stinger. I am sure it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;camouflaged&lt;/span&gt; in the blood blister. I do have one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;theory&lt;/span&gt; though- I am guessing I was not stung by the standard honey bee. I am guessing it was a boo-bee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note- That same afternoon after I had removed my "bee hive", a man knocked on the door and presented a badge. I invited him in and he asks, "I can see you run a daycare!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ummmmmm&lt;/span&gt;..... not-so-much. They're all mine! **sigh**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-8267782097018074032?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/8267782097018074032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-bee-hive-aka-bra.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/8267782097018074032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/8267782097018074032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-bee-hive-aka-bra.html' title='My Bee Hive aka Bra'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-3059639483649585500</id><published>2009-01-23T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:38:32.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is wrong with people?</title><content type='html'>Being a mother of 4 I do not have much of a social life. The most I have to look forward to everyday is the daily gossip at the bus stop. I have become friends with a group of gals and discuss everything from bee stings to bra sizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, while waiting for the 2nd bus that carries my oldest from school I waited and chatted with my friend in front of her house. A group of boys were walking our direction and throwing rocks at each other. As they approached my car, I asked them to stop. Of course they failed to follow directions and kept up their misbehavior. My friend Holly finally yelled out, "I am going to tell your mom!!". One of the boys turned around and proceeded to yell back, "Bring it on B****!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off Holly went like a bolt of lightening! Running down the rock covered hill, onto the sidewalk, over to the group of children. Of course no one was willing to fess up to such disrespect so she convinced them by saying she will be following each and everyone home. Finally one boy burst into tears, covering his face. Holly being the nice lady she is, explained to them the consequences of rocks in the hands of bratty little boys. She had the offender apologize and agreed not to follow him home to discuss this w/ his parents. I don't think I would have been so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an off topic subject- I am convinced that John is bound and determined to freeze me out of this house! It is a very rainy, chilly day and he has the air on! I am not a cold person but as I type I think icicles are forming on my nose! I think the medication from this surgery is causing him to have hot flashes! I am sure of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-3059639483649585500?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/3059639483649585500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-are-wrong-with-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/3059639483649585500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/3059639483649585500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-are-wrong-with-people.html' title='What is wrong with people?'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5338154994784748831.post-630728717174375716</id><published>2009-01-23T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:57:22.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As I jump into the world of blog</title><content type='html'>Years ago, I remember one of my favorite Aunts whos life seemed to parallel mine bought me a journal. She said that she had started a journal in her 20's and had always been fond of looking back on her life. Unfortunately around Christmas I found out that my dearly loved Aunt Bonnie was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. Her prognosis is a mere 2-3 months. She has taught me so much and has been a 2nd grandmother to me. So, Bonnie- This is for you! I wish I had started it sooner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5338154994784748831-630728717174375716?l=reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/feeds/630728717174375716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-i-jump-into-world-of-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/630728717174375716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5338154994784748831/posts/default/630728717174375716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeofanarmywife.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-i-jump-into-world-of-blog.html' title='As I jump into the world of blog'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08417191264979526898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FFffadYs3U/TWFyDOvVFSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/XCsH-Muc_iI/s220/dianaflower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
