tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9763180829176236432024-03-13T01:05:51.711-07:00Dickerson Family UpdatesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976318082917623643.post-83277171242401965272011-03-05T15:40:00.000-08:002011-03-05T15:40:07.746-08:0030 Days of me Day 11Sooooo it's been awhile since I've done this - just been too busy. Imagine that LOL<br />
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Day 11 - A picture of something you hate<br />
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Can't fix stupid that's for sure! Nothing I hate more than stupidity.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976318082917623643.post-58118424901572527412011-02-23T04:58:00.000-08:002011-02-23T04:58:51.569-08:0030 Days of me Day 10<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Day 10 - A picture of the person you do the silliest things with.</span></b></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>My girl Lisa and I! We live a mile from each other, and can never seem to get our schedules coordinated enough to get together. I've known her since high school, and she's seem me through a lot of ups and downs. Love her to death and I miss our friendship!</b></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976318082917623643.post-64371672103470328472011-02-10T19:29:00.001-08:002011-02-10T19:29:29.446-08:0030 Day Challenge<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Day 01 - A picture of yourself with fifteen facts.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Day 02 - A picture of you and the person you used to be close with.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Day 03 - A picture of the cast from your favorite show.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Day 04 - A picture of something you wish you could forget.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Day 05 - A picture of your favorite memory.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Day 06 - A picture of a person you'd love to trade places with for a day.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Day 07 - A picture of your most treasured item.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Day 08 - A picture that makes you laugh.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Day 09 - A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Day 10 - A picture of the person you do the silliest things with.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Day 11 - A picture of something you hate.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Day 12 - A picture of something you love.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Day 13 - A picture of your favorite band or artist.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Day 14 - A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Day 15 - A picture of something you want to do before you die.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Day 16 - A picture of someone who inspires you.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Day 17 - A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Day 18 - A picture of your biggest insecurity.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Day 19 - A picture of you when you were little.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Day 20 - A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Day 21 - A picture of your favorite night .</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Day 22 - A picture of something you wish you were better at.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Day 23 - A picture of your favorite book.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Day 24 - A picture of something you wish you could change.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Day 25 - A picture of your favorite day.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Day 26 - A picture of something that means a lot to you.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Day 27 - A picture of yourself and a family member.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Day 28 - A picture of something you're afraid of.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Day 29 - A picture that can always make you smile.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">After the spa day we headed to the bar. Probably shouldn't have done that on my part considering I was still sick and still had not voice. But eh, what the hell?!?! I never get out any more. </span></b><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">After a long night of snow and Jack Daniels, I finally got home around 2 am and crawled into bed next to my snoring husband. I knew our friends would be here early the next day, and I was excited to see them! </span></b><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Saturday morning, Tony, Shelby, Wyatt and Cody rolled in around 11 am. It was our first time meeting baby Wyatt who was born a month and a half before Rylan. He is absolutely precious. He is such a happy baby (and a wiggle worm! lol). Uncle Josh got to hold him (Rylan got mad when I did).</span></b><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">We spent Saturday shopping most of the day. I bought the most amazing thigh high boots. They are so sexy, and I can't wait to wear them when Josh takes me out for our anniversary (which is tomorrow! CRAZY). Shelby also got a hot pair of heels. Our husbands sure are lucky to have such beautiful women on their arm! lol When we finally got home, pizza in hand, the babies were EXHAUSTED. We laid them down next to each other...</span></b><br />
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My family and friends, my job, roof over our heads, food on the table..</span></b></i></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">But today I thanked God for something bigger. I thanked God for your life. I thanked him that you weren't hurt more then what you were. I thanked him for sparing your life...again. I thanked him for not taking you from us. Coz no one is ready for you to NOT be here. </span></b></i></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I know I've been angry w/you. I know I said some harsh things. I'm just glad that I've been given another chance to leave you with nicer words. coz you never know what will happen. </span></b></i></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">So here goes: I wish you nothing but happiness. I hope one day you find love. I hope that you live your life to the fullest. I have no regrets. You were a big part of who I am today. I will always be grateful for the time that we had. </span></b></i></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">The world isn't ready to let you go yet. Heal quickly...</span></b></i></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">You're in my thoughts and prayers.</span></b></i></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b><i>Rylan & Mommy - this was the only way I could get him to nap today. Only me, and if I laid him down, he would instantly wake up. This went on from 2 pm till 930 pm. The most he stayed down was 30 mins at around 430. It is now 1021, and I hear him making noised thru the monitor. I finally got him in his crib and I am hoping he sleeps thru the night. If he wakes up and wants Mommy, screw it, he's going in our bed coz I am EXHAUSTED! lol</i></b></span><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">First photo taken of the New Year. A new adventure for Josh being a Daddy. And practically new for me...it's been 12 years since I've done this! Rylan sure does love his Daddy though, and is always happy to chill with him. Even when Daddy is hung over from the fun times of NYE! </span></b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976318082917623643.post-58484373049516257472011-01-02T07:22:00.000-08:002011-01-02T07:22:51.926-08:00New Year!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH_8lwjSkwdtUdhjWnNw21iilS0ilrfajS5K7f0-_CmNxX763vqN4gcrhE61kvszVR8AaImQykvu8TmQXVxLCwa6_TeMSW8h0UZIafx-TsqqYtwgYEetBDHMueLVsRYWYUibh7PJevKSdo/s1600/IMG00012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH_8lwjSkwdtUdhjWnNw21iilS0ilrfajS5K7f0-_CmNxX763vqN4gcrhE61kvszVR8AaImQykvu8TmQXVxLCwa6_TeMSW8h0UZIafx-TsqqYtwgYEetBDHMueLVsRYWYUibh7PJevKSdo/s200/IMG00012.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b>To start this year off, Josh got a new job. He'll be home more, no more crazy ass hours. He won't have to deal with the ridiculous employees that he had and have to cover every single shift because no one can show up and of course no one can cover for anyone. He is working for an airline now (Frontier), and super excited. He starts January 10th.</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><b>We had a wonderful holiday. Mom & Dad were here again this year, and it was so special. I'm so glad that they got to be here for Rylan's first Christmas. What a blessing. Dad left on December 27, as he has trips planned, but Mom is staying till the end of February. Her and Rylan are bonding, and Rylan sure does love his Mum :)</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Not much new news. Josh started his new job in September. He's making more than he was in Chicago, but is hardly ever home. He has to deal with a lot of BS but he's getting thru it. Yesterday he was promoted thru the military and pinned Sergeant. I'm sooo proud of him. He's been waiting on this for a long time. He is a hard working man, and does whatever it takes to take care of his family. I am beyond blessed to have him as my husband. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Williams football season started...which always makes me worry of course! I hate seeing him tackled. But he loves playing, and as long as he's happy, I'm happy. Yesterday he gave me a card that he had made, and it was the sweetest thing in the world. He thanked me for thinking of him (we got him a new game last week for being so great during this pregnancy. He hasn't whined one time about the fact we've spent so much money on the baby, and he hasn't asked for anything, so I thought he deserved something). And he also thanked me for giving him a baby brother and for sacrificing my time to go to all his sporting events. He said I was the best mom EVER! It absolutely melted my heart. I can't believe he took the time to do something like that. Things like this remind me that I've done a pretty darn good job in raising him. And I love going to his sports! Seeing him happy makes my heart sing :)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Josh's bday was earlier this week. We celebrated last night. I made his favorite dinner and got him cheesecake and he loved his presents. Bought him a new pair of Oakleys...only they ended up being the exact same pair he had, so he's going to exchange them. Got him a real nice Fossil dress watch for work, and the new Lee Child book he's been wanting. All in all, it was a great night!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Looking forward to having lot's of family here over the next few months. Josh's Mom comes out on Oct 13 for a month. His sister Kayla is coming in for 4 days in November and my parents will be here on Nov 17. Mom is staying till the end of February, Dad is going back after Christmas, then coming back for a week in February. My sister Jeanette is going to be here the week of Christmas and I can't wait. It's been almost 3 years since I've seen here. This is going to be an amazing winter!! I am so blessed!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Hoping to make it down to MO after Rylan is born to see my sister in law Shelby. She just had her baby last Saturday, Rosalie Evangeline. She is sooo beautiful and we can't wait to meet her!</span><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Hope everyone has a good weekend, time for me to hop in the shower and get ready for this move :)</span></span></b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976318082917623643.post-31111313536317117092010-08-09T15:20:00.000-07:002010-08-09T15:20:33.126-07:00Just one of the reasons she's my BFFI did not write this (as it will become obvious), but my best friend did. She wrote this right after Josh left from R&R. There are countless reasons why she is my best friend. This is just one of them. She will always have my back no matter what, when, how, where or why. She is more like my sister. I will forever be blessed to have a friend like her in my life. And every time I read this blog that she wrote, I am moved to tears, and I say a silent prayer thanking God for sending her my way.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">His wife emerges from their bedroom and states she is ready to go. Today is the last day of his leave from the sandbox, the war, the rebuilding of a place that neither of us want to go back to again. We talked about it last night, but this morning, before dawn breaks, we three have fallen into silent acknowledgement of reality. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">She is my best friend. I have never been on the side of the military wife, the family, the ones who are left behind to worry and miss us while we go do "Army shit". I have always been the one dropped at the airport. I have kissed my children and thought, "if this is the last time, I pray they know how much I love them." Then I hit the kill switch on my emotions until the day I am back in their sights. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">But right now, watching it from the other side, the side that leaves me to wonder what I could possibly say or do to ease her mind, I am just lost. She knows me and knows that emotional expression, minus the occasional rage, is far beyond my reach. I am practical, I am realistic, I am probably the worst person to be next to her for support right now. But I am her best friend. So here I am, making small talk, driving home, drinking cold coffee and wishing I had my mother's compassionate touch, my grandmother's easy way, my aunt's comforting voice. Something to reach out with other than my ability to make her laugh a little. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">I offered to go with her knowing that I suck at this. She accepted knowing I suck at this. This is the strength of our friendship. I hope she knows that I feel so much more than I show. I know he knows I take him to the airport because I expect to see him return, no excuses.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">I think about my family and how easy it is for me to transition from mother to soldier...and how difficult it must be for my family to watch me do just that. I think about how my best friend has dealt with this deployment and how she dealt with mine. I conclude they and she are stronger than I because they hold hope longer than I ever thought could be possible. I am proud of her. I wish that just for one moment I could truly understand the pain and sadness that she feels. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">But I can't. This war requires that I am detached. This war demands that I keep no strong emotional tethers other than the good times we share as warriors, a memory to look back on, not a relationship to look forward to until they hit CONUS again. I have heard its not a good thing to deal this way but fuck it, its how we roll. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">I have no ancedote, no cute way to tie this blog up into a neat little package. I haven't found a healthy way to deal with difficult emotions. I didn't stop at a coffee shop and run into someone inspiring or read an article that soothed my unsettled mind. Just this: I love you both. Fight the good fight. </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976318082917623643.post-7969617848624282572010-08-06T20:55:00.000-07:002010-08-07T06:16:34.480-07:00Thank you baby Rylan<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For the constant insomnia, heartburn and bruising inside! lol</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We are moving in 2 weeks, another thing I can't wait for. I'm ready for his nursery to be put together :) We got all his furniture, quite a steal I might add. Crib, dresser & changing table for $200 at the PX. SWEET!!! We got the mattress, the pack n play, his bedding set and tonz of clothes. I'm so excited to set everything up! Next thing on the list is car seat and then just the little stuff like diapers, bottles, powder, wipes, ect.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Not only am I excited about his arrival (obviously), and my parents arrival (YAY!), but I absolutely can not wait to have 6 weeks away from the office!!!! Sure, I'll be tired and up at night w/baby boy, but I don't care! I can stay in PJ's and not have to worry about a damn thing when it comes to that place! I am ecstatic about this. Probably more than I should be lol.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Really looking forward to Mom & Dad being here for Rylan's 1st Thanksgiving and Christmas. Even though Dad is going back right after Christmas, Mom is staying till the end of February. They are so selfless it's amazing to me. I truly am blessed to have them as parents.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And of course, the dishes weren't done, there was laundry on the floor since I was in the middle of doing it. I can only imagine what he was thinking, "ha! She is a horrible housekeeper!" </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Eh, oh well, I just find it humorous that the one time the house is messy, he had to go in. lol</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976318082917623643.post-82140988090358806382010-07-13T19:41:00.000-07:002010-07-13T19:41:23.862-07:00More background...our wedding :)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 13px;"></span><br />
<div class="blogSubject" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 10px;">This is a blog I wrote shortly after Josh and I got married. Unfortunately, neither of our families were there, but we had our 2 best friends standing by our sides. We knew that we were getting married rather quickly, but when you know it's right, why wait?? We've already lasted longer than everyone thought we would! We didn't let negative people, or a deployment tear us apart, and as we always told each other, we came out of the deployment stronger. No regrets baby :)</div><div class="blogSubject" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 10px;"><label id="pBlogSubject_350938777">Lost in a Moment</label><br />
Current mood: <img src="http://x.myspacecdn.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/love.gif" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" /> loved</div><div class="blogSubject" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 10px;">January 24, 2008</div><div class="blogContent" id="pBlogBody_350938777" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC';">Driving there was a blur.<span> </span>Walking in and up the grand stairway was done in a flash.<span> </span>Holding onto his hands while we said I do was breathtaking.<span> </span>Everything was over so quickly…I wish I could've held onto it longer.<span> </span>That kiss is one I will hold onto for the rest of my life.<span> </span>I will never forget that feeling I had when he kissed me right after our vows<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC';"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC';">Standing beside us were our best friends in the whole world.<span> </span>Watching us give our lives to eachother.<span> </span>They've been there since day 1 with Josh and I.<span> </span>They've watched it unfold between us.<span> </span>As Odessaput's so well…I just thought you guys were fucking, I didn't think you'd fall in love!<span> </span>LOL<span> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC';"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC';">There were problems before the ceremony of course…coz what wedding comes off w/out a hitch?<span> </span>Bottom line, we stood there and promised eachother to share our lives together.<span> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC';"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC';">It took a long time for me to find happiness…and TRUE love.<span> </span>I love him like I've never loved before.<span> </span>I have never felt this strongly for someone.<span> </span>He is my heart.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC';"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC';">As happy as we were on Saturday night, and as much as we completely enjoyed our time together, in the back of our heads we were plagued w/disappointment.<span> </span>It is so hard to be sooo happy and sooo sad at the same time.<span> </span>We were THRILLED to be married and be having such a good time w/close friends…but we were both sad knowing that we had less than 2 weeks left w/eachother.<span> </span>As much as we tried to not let us affect us on THAT particular day, we both know that it was there.<span> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC';"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC';">On a happier note, I just want all my friends and family to know how much I love this man.<span> </span>How wonderful he is to me.<span> </span>This is it folks.<span> </span>I've found my soulmate…</span></div></div><br />
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