<?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-14916319</id><updated>2011-06-29T11:05:31.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms. Understood</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-114469466877532661</id><published>2006-04-10T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T11:44:28.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a BOY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/spring%20break%20in%20Tx%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/320/spring%20break%20in%20Tx%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is Kaden, my very first nephew. So far, I have been the only one in the family popping out babies, but my little sister bit the bullet and bore me a sweet little nephew. My oldest daughter Ashley is holding him for the first time. He is about 2 months old in this pic, but hey...she lives in Tx, and I don't. He is such a quiet little thing, almost never cries, and is pretty content in general. Lucky bitch. Of course it's those "quiet at first" ones that usually cause all the problems later on....bwahahahaha!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14916319-114469466877532661?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/114469466877532661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=114469466877532661&amp;isPopup=true' title='75 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/114469466877532661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/114469466877532661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-boy.html' title='It&apos;s a BOY!!!!'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>75</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-114150153734366068</id><published>2006-03-04T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T12:45:38.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a cutie!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/family%20pics%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/320/family%20pics%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Well hubby has been home for about 3 weeks now, and the reunion has been amazing at times, stressful at times, but completely wonderful no less. I forgot how stubborn we both were, but he is pretty great about giving me my way. As for the kids, well, he came home to a bunch of girls, and in our effort to promote family togetherness, he agreed to play Pretty Princess. As you can see the girls delighted in it, and me and his mother could not resist the urge to capture this precious moment on film. This is great stuff. Anyway, all is well here, and we are adjusting to having him home again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/family%20pics%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/320/family%20pics%20014.jpg" 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/14916319-114150153734366068?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/114150153734366068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=114150153734366068&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/114150153734366068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/114150153734366068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-cutie.html' title='What a cutie!!'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-114011243910607036</id><published>2006-02-16T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T10:53:59.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reunion Blog!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/welcome%20home!!!%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/320/welcome%20home%21%21%21%20048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ok, here it is....me and hubby's reunion!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These pics are unfortunately not in order, but you get the idea. The ceremony for the soldiers was craziness. Soooo many people there! It was loud, and overflowing with energy. I asked my neighbor Amy if I would recognize him, and she assured me that I would. So, we hear American Soldier by Toby Keith, and see our guys walk in. Wow! What a rush. I am scanning the rows, looking for him. After about 5 minutes or so, the Colonel dismissed them. I go dragging the two girls with me, looking for him. Finally, I see him. He looks a little different, but I figured he would. I go running up to him, check for the red hair, glasses, and check his name tag...I see the first few letters...BLACK...I grabbed my man by his shirt, turned him around, closed my eyes and kissed him. After a minute I hear..."wait, wait....do I know you?" It took a minute to sink in. I just kissed the wrong guy. Ok, stop laughing. I swear on all that is holy, this man looked JUST like my hubby. His last name was different by 4 letters. I took a step back and nearly cried. I must have looked awful, cuz he kept asking me if I was ok. His friends were HOWLING with laughter. I couldn't even talk. I just walked away muttering I am so sorry. After another minute or two of looking, I saw my baby. This time I knew. The first words I said to my husband face to face in seven months were..."I just kissed some other guy!" Yah. He started laughing and he picked me up off the ground and kissed me. I honestly don't think anything else existed at that moment. He was home. As we were leaving, we saw the OTHER guy. I apologized again to him, and my hubby actually shook his hand and hugged him. Hubby also said every soldier deserved a good welcome home...hahaha. Anyway, as you can see in the dirt picture, that was sediment from his boots left in my nice shiny tub. And Conner is doing his best to bond with daddy as daddy is still suffering from a little jet lag. I love the face!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; But, all is well here now, my soldier is home safe, and I can actually sleep at night now. I did it, made it through the year, and my reward is my husband. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/welcome%20home!!!%20046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/320/welcome%20home%21%21%21%20046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/welcome%20home!!!%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/320/welcome%20home%21%21%21%20037.jpg" 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/14916319-114011243910607036?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/114011243910607036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=114011243910607036&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/114011243910607036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/114011243910607036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2006/02/reunion-blog.html' title='The Reunion Blog!!'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-113824317721887530</id><published>2006-01-25T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T19:39:37.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Proud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/ashley%20and%20tony%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/320/ashley%20and%20tony%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ok, is it me, or does it look like these two were just caught red handed? I love their little faces! I babysat for a friend of mine last night, and her kids were sooo well behaved and so sweet that I almost think that she black mailed them! Kidding. But her kids really are so much fun to watch. Conner, my little runt, is only a month younger than her little boy... I'm getting a little self conscious. Why won't he grow? (LMAO)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok, now here is why I am proud. Ashley has a sort of "I don't like boys" crush on this little boy. And he acts equally intrigued and disgusted by her. We were sitting at the table having dinner, and Ashley broke wind. There was a moment of silence as I looked over at her. The other kids were all looking at her. I watched in anguish as her face turned a little red....and then...she looks up and says "what? It's just a little gas. Wanna hear me burp now?" The kids were of course hysterical after that. I sighed a breath of relief. She pulled it off. 5 kids at the table having a burping contest. &lt;a href="http://stemily.blogspot.com"&gt;Katy&lt;/a&gt; would have been proud. Of course this strapping young lad, not to be out done, impressed my girls by eating a 7 inch stack of pickles in just 2 bites. I must say I dared him to. I didn't believe him. I stand corrected. What a fun day yesterday was though, the first I have had in a long time. Thank God for kids, pickles, and body noises!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/ashley%20and%20tony%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/320/ashley%20and%20tony%20001.jpg" 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/14916319-113824317721887530?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/113824317721887530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=113824317721887530&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/113824317721887530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/113824317721887530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-proud.html' title='So Proud'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-113781245004194768</id><published>2006-01-20T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T20:00:50.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conner's New Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/firefighter%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/200/firefighter%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I came home from Ashley's appointment today and saw a firetruck sitting outside my house. Men were running toward my building. I was panicking. Turns out my neighbor's carbon monoxide detector was alarming, and they sent out the firemen. My kids were looking out the window, and after 5 minutes of Conner crying "twuck, twuck!!" I gave in and went outside. The fireman was awesome! He let Ashley and Emma go inside the truck and even try his hat on. Conner kept reaching toward him, so the man held him for a few minutes. Conner normally hates guys, but he really liked this one. So, not only are these men heroes, but they are great with kids too! By the way, after our accident in December, it was firemen who stayed in the waiting room in the hospital, waiting for word on Ashley. And when Conner got locked in the rental car a few days later....yep...firemen who got him out safely. I think this guy said it best when he mentioned that they could all multi-task. Soooo, thank you to all the men and women who also risk their lives on a daily basis for us! And thanks for not making me feel stupid for the baby being locked in the car!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14916319-113781245004194768?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/113781245004194768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=113781245004194768&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/113781245004194768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/113781245004194768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2006/01/conners-new-friend.html' title='Conner&apos;s New Friend'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-113691025241239605</id><published>2006-01-10T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T09:24:12.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Count Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/christmas%20in%20TX%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/320/christmas%20in%20TX%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Well I got a call from my hubby yesterday...yes he's STILL in Iraq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I know when he is coming home, within a 3 day time frame. It occured to me last night how fast that time will go until he returns home. Am I excited? Hell yah! Am I scared...ummm....a LOT! He has been gone a year. I haven't so much as seen a pic in 7 months. I am so set in my routine, and so used to being alone, that I am scared to death. What if he doesn't like me anymore? What if he thinks I'm ugly? What if we have nothing in common? What am I in high school? Hahahaha! I am trying to prep the kids for his return, and they are a bit nervous too. Can you see the anxiety on Conner's face? Hehehe. He was only 6 months old when daddy left. He understands that daddy is the man on the phone and in the pictures. This morning he called my grumpy bear daddy. I have a long way to go! Anyway, my nerves are shot, and I am exhausted. My 4 year old has been a little difficult to deal with lately, and I haven't slept much. Plus, I have a LOT of organizing to do. Happy blogging!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14916319-113691025241239605?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/113691025241239605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=113691025241239605&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/113691025241239605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/113691025241239605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2006/01/count-down.html' title='The Count Down'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-113656113198024693</id><published>2006-01-06T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T08:25:32.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Any Ideas??</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ok, I am writing a book. Again. It occupies my mind during this never ending deployment. So far I have written a LOT of poetry, a few children's stories, a couple of commentaries, and I started on a novel about 2 years ago. This newest one will feature a few of my first REAL girlfriends...never really had any before. I need ideas for names for the book though. There is just so much to say. We have had tons of conversations about parenting, sex, death, fears, God, government....all usually outside while smoking. (Or not smoking) Summers were spent with about 12 kids all playing together, swimming in baby pools, barbeques, late nights with glow sticks...you get the idea. Plus there have been deployments involved, promotions, R&amp;amp;R in there...did I mention we were all military spouses? Ok, I have a general outline going on in my head, but I need a title that grabs attention. I don't suppose anyonw would buy a book called "Ghetto Suburbia" huh? Hahaha. Oh well. I don't normally have trouble naming things, but this time, it is a challenge. Oh well. Any suggestions would be great! I am so greatful that God put me here in CO, on this street with all of these women. I think I would have gone crazy otherwise. Ok, so when I am a famous writer, with a couple books on the NY Times Best Seller list, and a candidate for the Pulitzer Prize, and the Nobel Prize for writing, this blog will be famous as well...so be sure to leave a comment so I can mention my thanks to you! Hahaha. Did I mention I have a tendancy to think big and daydream a LOT? Hahahahahaha. Ok, leave me a comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14916319-113656113198024693?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/113656113198024693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=113656113198024693&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/113656113198024693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/113656113198024693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2006/01/any-ideas.html' title='Any Ideas??'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-113582570812270011</id><published>2005-12-28T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T20:08:28.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's one in every family...in this one, there's 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/christmas%20in%20TX%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/200/christmas%20in%20TX%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is just too funny not to share. My brother has been overseas for the past 4 and a half years. 3 and 1/2 in Germany and 1 in Iraq. We haven't seen him since he came back stateside in June. Here we are, my little brother, little sister and I all together again for the first time in ages. This is Christmas day, which we spent with our parents, step siblings, children and significant others. Did I mention that we were all in a tiny 450 square ft RV? (Not the whole time, just for gatherings.) Yep, all 12 of us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, my brother's poor girlfriend wanted pics of the 3 of us together. Now, mom says that "us kids" can't take pictures very well, that we're morbid looking, and has compared us to the Addams Family. That is a direct quote. After several threats by unamed people, we finally got one good picture. But I think this one is the best!! My sister is 8 months pregnant, I was the ONLY one with kids, and my brother was doing his best to get drunk. We realized long ago that the best way to get through the holidays with family is by letting the wine flow. And the whisky, and the brandy, and the....need I go on? All things considered it was fun. And I even got to go see a movie. I'll tell you all about my trip down there another day. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14916319-113582570812270011?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/113582570812270011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=113582570812270011&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/113582570812270011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/113582570812270011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/12/theres-one-in-every-familyin-this-one.html' title='There&apos;s one in every family...in this one, there&apos;s 3'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-113220491398015602</id><published>2005-11-16T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T22:21:54.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer of a Soldier's Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Lord I pray to you above, guard my husband with your love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keep him safe from those who fight to take away his precious life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give him hope when the days won't end, to know he'll be coming home again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And when he loses those held dear, help him Lord to shed a tear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't let him keep it all inside, let him mourn the friends who've died.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give him strength to carry on, while honoring those who've gone beyond.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please I beg, don't take his life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just one year I've been his wife.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But Lord if you call him back to you....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;please remember I'll need you too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14916319-113220491398015602?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/113220491398015602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=113220491398015602&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/113220491398015602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/113220491398015602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/11/prayer-of-soldiers-wife.html' title='Prayer of a Soldier&apos;s Wife'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-113202326391011097</id><published>2005-11-14T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T19:54:23.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So I went to the doctor today, to discuss my pending hysterectomy...then a funny thing happened. He told me I was going to get a shot called Lupron to put me into menopause. Within 6 months it will totally fry my ovaries. In which time I will get a hysterectomy. Does anyone see the sense in this one? Since I have endometriosis, he told me that I will lose both ovaries anyway. I didn't wake up thinking I would begin menopause today. Did I mention I'm 28? Originally the plan was for a partial hysterectomy, in which case I would keep my ovaries, and NOT go through menopause. I'm a little bummed. They've got me on Premarin for my estrogen replacement. Did I mention that I don't tolerate estrogen very well? Does my doctor know this you ask? Yes. Soooooo, Amy, Katy, Jennifer...if you don't see me or hear from me for a while...stop by, call...make sure I didn't develop a blood clot that traveled to my heart and killed me. Hahahahahaha....sorta. I'm a little freaked about it, but, if it means no more pain, then cool. But look...2 posts in a week! Go me, go me!! Ok, so if any one has had any experience with Lupron or Premarin....fill me in. Thanks all!!! Is it hot in here? Oh wait...maybe I'm cold now....bwahahahahahahahahaha......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14916319-113202326391011097?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/113202326391011097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=113202326391011097&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/113202326391011097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/113202326391011097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/11/crap.html' title='Crap'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-113176364420403145</id><published>2005-11-11T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T19:48:26.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What really bugs me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ok, so here is something that REALLY irritates me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am new (again) to being a Christian. I am studying the bible and various other books to make sure I am doing everything the right way this time. I got an email tonight about a lady who is trying to get all Christian programming taken off the air. So, none on radio, none on television...You get the idea. It would even take away Christmas programs. Now, first of all, aren't we a nation built by God? Don't we boast the right to live in harmony and allow everyone to believe what they chose? Don't we say we are a great nation because of the fact that we have such a diverse culture? Second of all, this lady can chose NOT to listen to radio with religious messages. She can ignore the Holiday programming. Most non Christians I know still celebrate the Holidays, and enjoy the various programs on this time of year. It is really frustrating that we (as Christians) are told not to force our views on people. That we should not spread the word, but worship silently so we don't offend anyone. Tell me where I'm wrong here, but isn't this lady forcing her own personal views on everyone else? She is doing the very thing that she is condemning us for. I just think that the anti-Christian campaign has gone on long enough. The one common denominator for ALL of the religions that I have studied so far is love. Love one another. Love thy neighbor. Love thy parents and children and spouses. Does she want to do away with love? What is a world without love anyway? What I am learning so far? Bad things happen, so have faith that God will pull you through. Remember the poor and the sick and help them anyway you can. Honor your parents...And yes, they mess up too. Raise your children to be kind and loving and charitable. Live in peace with those around you. Try to make the world a better place. I just can't understand why anyone would be against those kind of values. Someone, please tell me why a world of anger and hate and moral corruption is better? I just don't get it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14916319-113176364420403145?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/113176364420403145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=113176364420403145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/113176364420403145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/113176364420403145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-really-bugs-me.html' title='What really bugs me..'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-113010587419115060</id><published>2005-10-23T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T15:17:54.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for you Katy!!</title><content type='html'>Ok girly,&lt;br /&gt;Here is my 1st post in over a month! Just for Katy!!! LOL...not really....&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened in the past 4 or 5 weeks, and I don't really know where to start. So I won't...Conner is screaming. Post more later!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14916319-113010587419115060?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/113010587419115060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=113010587419115060&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/113010587419115060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/113010587419115060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-for-you-katy.html' title='Just for you Katy!!'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-112662260093364006</id><published>2005-09-13T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T07:43:22.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashley's Horse Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/ashley"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/200/ashley%27s%20horse%20show%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/ashley"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/200/ashley%27s%20horse%20show%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/ashley"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/200/ashley%27s%20horse%20show.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My oldest daughter Ashley is very passionate about horses, and this past weekend she competed in her first horse show. They made her wear the gay helmet as a safety precaution...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As you can tell from the first picture, she won first place! She is a natural with horses, and I love watching her. The lady with her is her trainer, not me. I learned on English saddle anyway...hahaha! This is part of what is keeping me busy lately. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Next weekend, Ashley cheers during the halftime of her school's home game. To be honest, cheering is really NOT her strength, so it should be interesting. Hahaha....but all the kids doing it look adorable! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conner and I are at home sick today, and I am feeling a little antsy since I did not have to take the kids to school today...it is quiet here, except for Conner, and I am doing nothing. I rolled out of bed at 7:45am, which is majorly sleeping in for me. I am blogging and drinking coffee...and I feel really guilty!! Oh well, off to do dishes or SOMETHING!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14916319-112662260093364006?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112662260093364006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=112662260093364006&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112662260093364006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112662260093364006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/09/ashleys-horse-show.html' title='Ashley&apos;s Horse Show'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-112623665414873264</id><published>2005-09-08T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T20:30:54.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Here....Barely</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It HAS been a while since I posted last....oops....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have found that with doing the FRG, the PTO, P.A.L.S., and trying to get back to school, I haven't had much free time at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am gonna try to play in SPF tomorrow. My hubby has healed nicely, and even got a promotion!! I am so proud of him! Kids are doing well in school, and I am hanging in there...barely....ok, off to bed, I'm exhausted!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14916319-112623665414873264?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112623665414873264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=112623665414873264&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112623665414873264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112623665414873264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/09/still-herebarely.html' title='Still Here....Barely'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-112502779329270361</id><published>2005-08-25T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T20:43:13.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Portrait Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/P1010024_0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/200/P1010024_0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/pics%20from%20Katie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/200/pics%20from%20Katie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok, self portrait Friday again! The first picture is of my best friend, and my son. This picture takes my breath away every time I see it! Of course, it is my husband. He is handsome, charming, sweet, funny, and he absolutely adores me. How did I get so lucky? Ok, enough mush. The next pic is of my neighborhood bee-oches. From left to right, it is &lt;a href="whatisonemore.blogspot.com"&gt;Jenn&lt;/a&gt;, me of course, &lt;a href="http://stemily.blogspot.net"&gt;Katy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://chnnature.blogspot.com"&gt;Christie&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://aliivie.blogspot.com"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt;. These girls are a riot, and in this pic I think we were all on our way to relaxing. I had JUST found out that my hubby would be home for R&amp;amp;R within a week, and I couldn't quit smiling....or maybe it was the alcohol...but it was a great night and we had a lot of fun. Ok, happy Friday all!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14916319-112502779329270361?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112502779329270361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=112502779329270361&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112502779329270361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112502779329270361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/08/self-portrait-friday_25.html' title='Self Portrait Friday'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-112481058021291578</id><published>2005-08-23T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T08:23:00.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look It, Look It!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I am finally figuring out how to add links to my site!!! ALL BY MYSELF!!! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaay me! Ok, so if you have been commenting, and don't see your link yet, I am slowly adding them, and I can't remember everyone's domain name, so I am looking manually. But, they will be up in the next day or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hubby is doing better, and prelim results say that he will not need surgery, and that he should be fully healed in 3-5 weeks!! I am so thankful to everyone for their thoughts and prayers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ashley will be recieving her hearing aids in October, she will need one for each ear, and the specialists will continue to run tests. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ANNNNNNDDDDD....my sister is having a BOY! So I am gonna have a nephew. She wants to name him Kailan though...anyone heard that for a boy before? Ok, gotta do dishes and iron school clothes. Happy Tuesday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14916319-112481058021291578?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112481058021291578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=112481058021291578&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112481058021291578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112481058021291578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/08/look-it-look-it.html' title='Look It, Look It!!!'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-112472392882658330</id><published>2005-08-22T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T08:18:48.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News From Iraq</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have talked to my husband quite a bit this weekend, and this is the news that I have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He suffered a massive concusion, and has nerve damage in his face. He will find out on Thursday whether or not he needs to have surgery to repair the damage. He is feeling a bit down right now, but otherwise doing ok. If he has to have surgery, I don't know if he will stay in Balad, or if he'll go to Germany. I am confident that he will fully recover, and that the Lord is watching out for him. Thank you all so much for your thoughts and prayers, it means the world to me, and he is amazed at all the people who are expressing their concern and sympathy. I will keep everyone posted as to what happens next! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14916319-112472392882658330?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112472392882658330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=112472392882658330&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112472392882658330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112472392882658330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/08/news-from-iraq.html' title='News From Iraq'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-112442951834203029</id><published>2005-08-18T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T22:31:58.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Portrait Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/spf%208-19%200055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/200/spf%208-19%200054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/spf%208-19%200035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/200/spf%208-19%200034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;What stresses me out. Ok, my original post was quite funny, but then my computer started being a pain in the butt, and I had to erase the old entry, so I have decided that my blog is what stresses me the hell out. Yah, I've been sitting here for 2 hours working on this thing. I have made VERY little progress. Look at the bags under my eyes. This is my "pissy" face. The quotes were for you &lt;a href="http://stemily.blogspot.com"&gt;Katy&lt;/a&gt;! Look, I learned how to hyperlink! Are you soooo proud of me? I couldn't attach pics for the longest time. I had to delete cookies and shut down my computer and attempt to activate java script. And I have no idea what an HTML even is. Oh this has been hell. So, here is a basic post, on my basic black background...again...ggrrrrr.....I think the face says it all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway, I am soliciting prayers for my husband now. He was injured in Iraq yesterday...I think it was yesterday...I haven't been formally notified yet...but he was knocked unconscious and was medivaced to Bellad. I don't really know much more than that. Keep him in your thoughts and prayers. The picture I am holding is one of my baby in his DCU's over in Iraq, in the driver's hole of the Bradley. Thank you all. Happy Friday to you....and I am giving up on the blog for today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14916319-112442951834203029?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112442951834203029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=112442951834203029&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112442951834203029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112442951834203029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/08/self-portrait-friday_112442951834203029.html' title='Self Portrait Friday'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-112420536543158288</id><published>2005-08-16T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T21:09:08.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/1st%20day%20of%20school%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="127" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/200/1st%20day%20of%20school%20001.jpg" width="183" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/1st%20day%20of%20school%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="125" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/200/1st%20day%20of%20school%20002.jpg" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well today was the first day of school for us. Ashley is going to Kindergarten, and Emma is going to preschool. Ashley did great, she knew the drill. Emma, I figured would experience some seperation anxiety. She has been by my side constantly. I thought maybe a tear or two at being left in a new class with strange kids. I had a speech prepared about how great school was, and how she already knew the teacher, and that we met some of the kids yesterday. I was ready for her to follow me to the door, waving bye-bye. And you know what? My little angel went inside, put her name on the tree chart, and sat down on the floor with her puzzle. Just like the teacher asked. She barely looked up at me. She told me that she was a big girl, and she was ready for school. Ok, so maybe I experienced a little seperation anxiety. Hahahaha. They did great, and now I am on to patting myself on the back for raising such independant little girls!!! It's soooooo quiet here though....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14916319-112420536543158288?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112420536543158288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=112420536543158288&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112420536543158288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112420536543158288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/08/1st-day-of-school.html' title='1st Day of School'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-112396462613994001</id><published>2005-08-13T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T21:08:42.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays, Bad Days, and Sick Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/b-day%20cake%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="123" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/200/b-day%20cake%20002.jpg" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/b-day%20cake%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="123" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/200/b-day%20cake%20006.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/b-day%20cake%20and%20cards%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="123" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/200/b-day%20cake%20and%20cards%20003.jpg" width="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, I finally broke down, realizing that all of my kids would take turns being sick until the cake went bad in the fridge. Sooooo, we had cake this morning. As you can tell my little darling loved it. He is sampling it before I even get it cut. I think he ate his piece, plus Ashley's piece. Ashley was running 102.6* fever all night, even after Motrin, but she insisted we celebrate his birthday before he forgot all about it. (I'm pretty sure she wanted him to open his presents!) He enjoyed it, and now I am just going to pass it out among my neighbor's kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The kids have all been sick this week, tag teaming each other, and I have barely slept. I think I have been living on caffeine, nicotine, and Dayquill. (I've got a cold too.) School starts in 3 days. We're cutting it close, but maybe we'll be good to go for the fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;On a different note, Ashley's CT scan was normal, BUUUUUT, now between the 3 specialists she is seeing, they want to do an EKG, to check for heart problems, A kidney analysis...don't see what that has to do with hearing loss, and...GULP...fly my little baby girl to Milford Hall (an Air Force Hospital) in TX to do some genetic testing. Has anyone ever heard of this before? She has nerve hearing loss in both ears, and they don't know what's causing it. So now they want to run all these tests, and it's a bit freaky. If anyone knows anything about this, please let me know. I would rather be informed and know what to expect. Thanks all! Have a good weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14916319-112396462613994001?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112396462613994001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=112396462613994001&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112396462613994001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112396462613994001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/08/birthdays-bad-days-and-sick-kids.html' title='Birthdays, Bad Days, and Sick Kids'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-112386127759864454</id><published>2005-08-12T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T21:08:17.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/spf%208-12%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="163" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/320/spf%208-12%20002.jpg" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/spf%208-12%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/320/spf%208-12%20004.jpg" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;What do I do to relax? Hmmmm....I drink a LOT of coffee, so much in fact that the caffeine doesn't make me hyper, it calms me down. I also email my hubby to relax. Since I never know when I'll get to talk to him next, emailing him all the little details of the day here for me and the kids helps me to feel closer to him. He loves getting emails, and lemme say, he gets about 5 a day. I also write to relax. Just different thoughts that go through my head, or things that I am working on specifically. Seeing things on paper helps clear my mind. And no, watching the Backyardigans (in the background) does not help relax me! Have a good weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14916319-112386127759864454?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112386127759864454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=112386127759864454&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112386127759864454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112386127759864454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/08/spf.html' title='SPF'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-112378718581455925</id><published>2005-08-11T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T21:07:51.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank Our Troops Thursdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/P1010022_0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="174" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/320/P1010022_0022.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On Thursdays I would like to take the time to say something special to all our troopers, home and abroad, and to all the spouses and family members left behind. In honor of my hubby today, I am posting a pic of all of us together while he was home for R&amp;amp;R. We went to Garden of the Gods with our 4 kids, and his grandparents. This was one of the last days we were all together. I want to say thank you to my hubby, and all of his fellow soldiers for giving us the right to raise families without fear, for being able to protect the innocence of our children, and for the ability to come and go as we please. Thank all of you, and God Bless. And for all the spousesand family members left behind, we are the driving force for our soldiers to protect, serve and come home again. God Bless you as well. Now, show your support for our soldiers and spouses who visit this site, and say a quick thank you. And Steve....I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14916319-112378718581455925?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112378718581455925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=112378718581455925&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112378718581455925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112378718581455925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/08/thank-our-troops-thursdays.html' title='Thank Our Troops Thursdays'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-112373054951679500</id><published>2005-08-10T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T21:07:30.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's First B-day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/conner"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="181" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/320/conner%27s%201st%20b-day%20pt%202%20003.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/conner"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="165" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/320/conner%27s%201st%20b-day%20pt%202%20004.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"&gt;Here is my little guy with one of his birthday presents. His party was supposed to be today, but since my 4 year old Emma was sick, we had to postpone it until Friday. But, I let him open one gift anyway. He loved it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Thanks to all you military wives out there who have been commenting to me! It helps so much to have people who understand how difficult deployments can be. This is my first one, and I must say, it sucks. Only 6 and a half months to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;As for Ashley's CT Scan, initial results are good, her ears look like they are formed normally. I will be meeting with her specialist Friday morning, to go over the whole scan. She may only need a hearing aid, which is great news. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Ok, I am planning on blog rolling everyone who is leaving me comments, so I hope you don't mind. I am still trying to get the formatting down, so it may take me a few days, but I am working on it. Thanks for all the support and patience!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14916319-112373054951679500?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112373054951679500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=112373054951679500&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112373054951679500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112373054951679500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/08/babys-first-b-day.html' title='Baby&apos;s First B-day'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-112361967425035894</id><published>2005-08-09T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T13:36:20.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Cool!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/sono%20pic%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/320/sono%20pic%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My sister told me a few weeks ago that I am going to be an auntie! I am soo excited, as I have been the one having kids, and I am ready for someone else to have one! I have been talking to her about pregnancy since day 1, when she called me to tell me the test had 2 lines. She had never seen two lines before, and was a bit confused at first. Hahahaha. Anyway, here is the very first pic of my little niece or nephew, and I am so excited to share it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14916319-112361967425035894?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112361967425035894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=112361967425035894&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112361967425035894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112361967425035894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/08/how-cool.html' title='How Cool!!!'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-112342932916648435</id><published>2005-08-07T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T08:43:41.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning Confessional</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;I would like to start a new game, to see who plays it with me. It's called Sunday Morning Confessions, and it is a great way to learn about the people you blog with already, and all the newcomers. It's easy to play, I'll ask a question and give my answer, then you just post back with your answer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;What did you want to be when you grew up? Did you achieve that dream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I wanted to be a writer when I grew up. I always wanted to write books, and I created whole worlds in my head. I do write still, but I am far from being published.  I also wanted to be a ballerina, until I realized I was about the least graceful person on earth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14916319-112342932916648435?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112342932916648435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=112342932916648435&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112342932916648435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112342932916648435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/08/sunday-morning-confessional.html' title='Sunday Morning Confessional'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-112335789529121353</id><published>2005-08-06T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T12:52:16.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting News!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;I have some exciting news! My baby, who will be a year old on Wednesday, just took his first steps today! Yaaaaaaaaay! It always amazes me when a baby learns to walk, and that sense of self satisfaction you see in their eyes....just too cool. Now, just waiting on hubby to call me so I can tell him the news!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14916319-112335789529121353?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112335789529121353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=112335789529121353&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112335789529121353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112335789529121353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/08/exciting-news.html' title='Exciting News!!'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-112321833861072939</id><published>2005-08-04T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T21:06:52.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Portrait Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/spf%20eating%20dinner%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" height="219" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/320/spf%20eating%20dinner%20004.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/spf%20eating%20dinner%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="242" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/320/spf%20eating%20dinner%20006.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/spf%20eating%20dinner%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="230" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/320/spf%20eating%20dinner%20003.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Well here it is self portrait friday again, and we are supposed to show ourselves eating. I hate it when people watch me when I eat, so this was tough. I am still feeling kinda crappy, so we had a picnic on the floor in the living room while watching a movie. (It was raining outside) See Steve, I DO eat! I put the kids in the pic too, and I am proud to say that Ashley knows what a blog is, and she was excited to be a part of it. Emma and Conner couldn't care less! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14916319-112321833861072939?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112321833861072939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=112321833861072939&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112321833861072939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112321833861072939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/08/self-portrait-friday.html' title='Self Portrait Friday'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-112317328869453794</id><published>2005-08-04T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T09:34:48.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The CT scan</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Today I am a bit nervous. I am taking Ashley...one of my 6 year olds, to the hospital for a CT scan. She was diagnosed with nerve hearing loss a couple of weeks ago, at the normal range of human speech, and now they have to check to make sure the insides of her ears are formed correctly. The doc told me at the last visit that Ashley could suffer sudden and permanent hearing loss if the ears aren't formed correctly. Soooo, I am a bit out of it today. Her appointment is at 1:30pm, but we probably won't get results until next week. Ok, I am going to go get all the kids ready...and myself, so I will post when we get back! Thanks for listening everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14916319-112317328869453794?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112317328869453794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=112317328869453794&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112317328869453794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112317328869453794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/08/ct-scan.html' title='The CT scan'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-112299789974266966</id><published>2005-08-02T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T22:14:15.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/conner%20on%20the%20swing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/320/conner%20on%20the%20swing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/conner%20on%20the%20slide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/320/conner%20on%20the%20slide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;This is our son Conner, who will be 1 year old on August 10th. He is now extremely mobile, and in the 1st picture, he is swinging at the park and LOVING it! And in the 2nd picture, he climbed to the top of the playset all by himself! He is getting so big! Ok, he needs a haircut, I know, but he is still my little doll baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14916319-112299789974266966?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112299789974266966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=112299789974266966&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112299789974266966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112299789974266966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/08/baby.html' title='The Baby'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-112299088678884157</id><published>2005-08-02T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T06:54:46.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;Anyone out there with a deployed spouse, or a husband/wife that travels alot, knows the worst thing about being seperated from your other half , is having to wait to talk to them. I love talking to my husband, any chance I can get, but at the same time it is bittersweet. I love IM-ing with him, or hearing his voice on the other line...picking up the phone and knowing it is him...but at the same time, it is a reminder that he is not here. And THAT sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; We got to IM again last night, and as usual we were cracking each other up, and making light of the deployment. He promised to call today, so here I sit, waiting. Oh how I hate waiting! Ok, enough venting for now. Think I'll busy myself with some housework or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14916319-112299088678884157?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112299088678884157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=112299088678884157&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112299088678884157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112299088678884157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/08/bittersweet.html' title='Bittersweet'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-112282667174393378</id><published>2005-07-31T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T09:17:51.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Until he comes home again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.tickercentral.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.tickercentral.com/view/3woh/1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14916319-112282667174393378?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112282667174393378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=112282667174393378&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112282667174393378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112282667174393378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/07/until-he-comes-home-again.html' title='Until he comes home again'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-112282393053709074</id><published>2005-07-31T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T08:32:10.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Despite the fact that I am feeling a little under the weather, I am so thrilled that I got to IM with my hubby last night. This whole deployment thing can be pretty rough at times, and I am thankful for every small bit of communication with him. I know I'm a total dork, but making him laugh while we're typing makes me feel better, and it makes me feel more connected to him, even when I can't see his face or hear his voice. (pausing for sighs) Aaaaawwwww. I know. I love that man. He cracks me up, makes me feel good about myself, AND treats me like I am the most precious little thing on earth. Ok, sorry for gushy love stuff...my friends won't listen to me talk about him anymore, so I have resorted to all the millions of people in blogland who aren't sick of hearing it yet! Bwahahahahaha!! Have a good Sunday all, and if I haven't posted back to you yet, I am working on return posts to everyone, but it is taking me a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14916319-112282393053709074?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112282393053709074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=112282393053709074&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112282393053709074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112282393053709074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/07/yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.html' title='Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-112278507023716851</id><published>2005-07-30T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T21:06:10.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies and gentleman, my husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/4th%20of%20July.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="167" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/320/4th%20of%20July.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Here is a pic of me and my hubby on the fourth of July. Now I know it is dated wrong, but I love this pic. He was home for R&amp;amp;R, and I couldn't quit smiling. Can you see why I love this man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14916319-112278507023716851?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112278507023716851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=112278507023716851&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112278507023716851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112278507023716851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/07/ladies-and-gentleman-my-husband.html' title='Ladies and gentleman, my husband'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-112278467122300274</id><published>2005-07-30T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T21:05:15.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gummy smiles and glasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/Ashley"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="193" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/320/Ashley%27s%20gummy%20smile.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/Emma"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="167" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/320/Emma%27s%20glasses.jpg" width="147" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Here are pics of two of my daughters. Ashley lost her first top tooth last night, and the tooth fairy brought her two dollars. To which my charming daughter replied..."is that all?" damn kids. The next pic is of Emma, who wanted to show all the bloggers her glasses. She is very self conscious, even at four years old, about how they look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14916319-112278467122300274?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112278467122300274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=112278467122300274&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112278467122300274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112278467122300274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/07/gummy-smiles-and-glasses.html' title='Gummy smiles and glasses'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-112273691530685148</id><published>2005-07-30T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T08:21:55.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How cool is this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;Ok, so I woke up this morning and saw comments from different people!!! WOW!! I think I actually giggled! This is the greatest thing since email. Those of you that I don't know, please leave your blog address so that I can comment for you as well. I'm still learning how to do all this, and some of it really confuses me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway, I have a long day of birthday shopping for my baby, he will be one on the 10th of August, and chores and exchanging school clothes that don't fit for my daughters. Man I'm boring....ok, I am off to try and figure out addresses for bloggers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14916319-112273691530685148?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112273691530685148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=112273691530685148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112273691530685148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112273691530685148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-cool-is-this.html' title='How cool is this?'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-112268001198573860</id><published>2005-07-29T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T21:04:14.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Portrait Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="190" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/320/untitled.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/katy%20fan%20club.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" height="274" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/320/katy%20fan%20club.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/Katy%20fan%20club%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="260" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/320/Katy%20fan%20club%202.jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Self Portrait Friday! This is my first one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The theme is your favorite T-shirt. The first one says..."It's cute how you think I'm listening" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And the second two are my homemade shirt about being the president of the Katy fan club. She is my neighbor, and I figure with 3 kids under 3, she needs a fan club! Ok, does my butt look big?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14916319-112268001198573860?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112268001198573860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=112268001198573860&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112268001198573860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112268001198573860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/07/self-portrait-friday.html' title='Self Portrait Friday'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-112266952040167202</id><published>2005-07-29T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T11:52:36.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A beautiful sight to see</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;I was on my way to do some errands today, and as I was aproaching the traffic circle by my house, I noticed that there were firetrucks and cop cars everywhere. People were standing by the side of the street, looking. I started looking too. Then I saw it....5 buses carrying home more soldiers from Iraq. These are guys from 2nd BCT, and they were in Korea first...then on to Iraq. Anyway, firetrucks started spraying water in the traditional Shower of Affection. There was so much cheering and honking and clapping, I think my kids were a little freaked out. Ashley asked me what was going on, and before I even thought twice, I told her there were some lucky kids getting their daddies and mommies home today. I couldn't even finish the sentence without tears of joy streaming down. What a beautiful thing to see...families reunited again. I think the girls realized the importance of what I was saying, cuz for a good minute or two, nobody said anything. We watched and waved and clapped. Then we started talking about when my hubby comes home. 7 more months....give or take. We can hardly wait until that day, when we are standing outside by the street, looking and waiting for those buses to roll through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14916319-112266952040167202?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112266952040167202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=112266952040167202&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112266952040167202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112266952040167202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/07/beautiful-sight-to-see.html' title='A beautiful sight to see'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-112261742969030180</id><published>2005-07-28T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T23:10:29.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Army Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/jenna3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/320/jenna3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/1600/jenna%20angel%204.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6481/1302/320/jenna%20angel%204.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;I did it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14916319-112261742969030180?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112261742969030180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=112261742969030180&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112261742969030180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112261742969030180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/07/army-angel.html' title='Army Angel'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-112261417265475817</id><published>2005-07-28T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T22:16:12.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katy....where are you????</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alright, here it is, WELL past my bedtime, and I am still figuring out the blog stuff. I wanna do pics and cutesy stuff, but I really am computer illiterate. Did I spell illiterate right? Katy, where are you??  I have started blogging and I can't stop! The sad part is, I can't DO anything except post, cuz I have no idea what I'm doing. (sigh) I will wait patiently until morning, but I cannot promise that I won't be standing outside your front door, with my nose pressed up against the glass, waiting....bwahahahaha....but let me say this...I will NEVER criticize blogging again. I am a believer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14916319-112261417265475817?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112261417265475817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=112261417265475817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112261417265475817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112261417265475817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/07/katywhere-are-you.html' title='Katy....where are you????'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14916319.post-112260762250607889</id><published>2005-07-28T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T20:27:02.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd time's a Charm</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After what felt like many attempts to create this blog, I finally had to recruit 2 friends of mine to come over and walk me through this process. My dear friend Katy looked at me like I was stupid as I explained to her how I created my blog twice, only to have the darn thing disapear. "Did you sign in?" she asked me. Hmmm....isn't that what I did when I created the damn thing? This was greeted by howls of laughter from Amy... the moral supporter of this mission. Ok, so the 3rd time's a charm. I am up and running. I'm not a complete idiot...I KNOW HOW TO SIGN IN NOW!!! And that is all that matters. Now, if only I can remember how to do my profile.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14916319-112260762250607889?l=stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112260762250607889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14916319&amp;postID=112260762250607889&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112260762250607889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14916319/posts/default/112260762250607889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevesarmyangel.blogspot.com/2005/07/3rd-times-charm.html' title='3rd time&apos;s a Charm'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001429231759397634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
