tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-230836962024-03-13T05:19:13.778-07:00Life With My SoldierMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08986639153598133697noreply@blogger.comBlogger240125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23083696.post-41950934210298864082010-02-18T18:51:00.001-08:002010-02-18T19:12:10.373-08:00Well it's been 6 months since I last posted. I don't even know if anybody checks here anymore. Everything is going good here. The baby is growing and getting big. It's a GIRL! YAY! Her name is Alyssa Renee. I've had to get a few ultrasounds since I've had seizures, which was fine by me, cause we got to see her which is always wonderful. She's doing good though and everything is just fine. I had another seizure at the beginning of Dec so they put me back on medicine. I am almost 31 weeks and starting at 32 weeks I have to start getting no stress tests done twice a week until I deliver. I can't believe she's almost here already. They were a month off on the due date, they figured it wrong so I'm due April 25.<br /><br />Eric is doing good. He started his new unit in December and he really likes it there. They are busy though with a change of command and that has taken up a lot of his time. Today was the change of command ceremony though so maybe it'll get back to normal. They are supposed to go for a while to another post and it'll be around my due date if they do end up going so I'm hoping they'll cancel that. We'll see, it'll all work out though.<br /><br />Ryan is getting very big. He turned two at the end of last month. I just can't believe how fast time goes and how big they get so quickly. He's such a wonderful little boy though and I couldn't have asked for a better son. I love him to pieces. He's going to be a wonderful big brother. He gives my tummy kisses and gives his little I love you sign to her. It's so adorable.<br /><br />Anyways, if anyone does read this sorry it's been so long. Life sure does get away from me sometimes and time goes so quickly it's ridiculous!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.tickercentral.com"><img border="0" src="http://www.tickercentral.com/view/5wm1/2"></a>
</div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08986639153598133697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23083696.post-79788645628242075842009-08-24T09:08:00.000-07:002009-08-24T09:14:26.930-07:00Well, I'm not around much. Life is busy busy. Eric is in training now. It takes up a lot of time, as we all know :) Ryan will be 19 months this week. He's growing like a weed and he's so adorable. He's beautiful. I would post pictures but well my camera is broken and I haven't gotten a new one yet. He's learning like crazy and is the sweetest little boy I've ever come across. Not that I'm partial or anything. I got some news last week, I'm pregnant again. I went to the dr today and found out I'm further along than I thought even. I'm 9 weeks and 3 days and I'm due on March 26, '10, which just happens to be my brother's bday. We're super excited. Anyways, I hope everybody is doing good.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.tickercentral.com"><img border="0" src="http://www.tickercentral.com/view/5wm1/2"></a>
</div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08986639153598133697noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23083696.post-72549230949710058082009-06-25T06:55:00.000-07:002009-06-25T07:01:13.049-07:00Well I had a long post typed out and lost it. I'll boil it down this time.<br /><br />We're good. Been busy. I'm ready to stay home. I haven't had any seizures since April and I have an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">appt</span> the 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">nd</span> of July. I'm going to see if he'll take me off the medicine they have me on. One of the side effects of that medicine is if you get pregnant it can cause fetal alcohol <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">syndrome</span> systems to the baby. Ryan is doing good. He's getting so big. He's almost 17 months. He's been dusting this morning <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">lol</span>.<br /><br />We went on a cruise to Jamaica and the Cayman Islands. I don't recommend Jamaica but would definitely go back to the Bahamas. We were <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">chaperone's</span> on my sister's senior trip.<br /><br />I have a beautiful <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">neice</span>. She was born May 15. She was 6lbs 9oz 20 inches long. Her name is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Makenzie</span> Reece. She's absolutely beautiful.<br /><br />Eric is now a 2LT. I'm so proud of him. He starts his training next month.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SkOCleMCrbI/AAAAAAAAAeY/ONGnJ0cNWmU/s1600-h/IMG_5082.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351264362516622770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SkOCleMCrbI/AAAAAAAAAeY/ONGnJ0cNWmU/s320/IMG_5082.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>My brother with is baby girl. He's such a proud daddy. He's cute with her. She looks like a dot on his chest :)<br /></p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SkOClFGgFBI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/JXgV6SxcWl4/s1600-h/IMG_4977.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351264355782497298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SkOClFGgFBI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/JXgV6SxcWl4/s320/IMG_4977.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SkOClNMIXAI/AAAAAAAAAeI/398JXycPdWg/s1600-h/IMG_5083.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351264357953592322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SkOClNMIXAI/AAAAAAAAAeI/398JXycPdWg/s320/IMG_5083.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.tickercentral.com"><img border="0" src="http://www.tickercentral.com/view/5wm1/2"></a>
</div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08986639153598133697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23083696.post-84709751455621381532009-05-01T12:19:00.000-07:002009-05-01T12:28:40.669-07:00Time just flies by these days. Eric gets commissioned tomorrow, I'm so proud of him! He graduates from school next Friday. His brother will be in tonight. I just can't tell you how proud I am of him! He has worked so hard and has accomplished so much.<br /><br />My baby boy is 15 months old now. He's growing like a weed. He had a checkup today and he's in the 82% for his height and the 48% for his weight. He's beautiful and I can't believe how fast he's growing. He talks up a storm and has the cutest little things he does. Eric whistles ALL the time (it's a joke with my family lol) and Ryan has picked up on that and tries to whistle. It's the cutest thing. He also folds his arms and snorts lol. He says bumma and bumpa for Grandma and Grandpa. Oh I love that little boy.<br /><br />I had two more seizures on the 22. My mom stayed with me for about a week and took care of me. They have no idea what's wrong with me. I have to wait 2 months before the neurologist can get me in, so we'll see.<br /><br />My brother's wife is due with their baby girl any day now. I can't wait to meet my neice! I'm kinda hoping that she waits until the 6th to come, that was my Dad's birthday, I think that would be neat.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.tickercentral.com"><img border="0" src="http://www.tickercentral.com/view/5wm1/2"></a>
</div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08986639153598133697noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23083696.post-44430219404523492742009-04-01T22:04:00.000-07:002009-04-01T22:17:42.835-07:00It's been a while but thought I'd post since KBUG was asking about me :) I've been doing ok, just busy taking care of my baby. He's getting so big. He's already 14 months old. Wow! His hair is super curly and oh so cute. He brings me so much joy. Watching him grow is better than I could have ever imagined.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SdRInvZMo0I/AAAAAAAAAdw/fCu-8o6b0X4/s1600-h/bubba%27s+sun+glasses.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319956907405648706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SdRInvZMo0I/AAAAAAAAAdw/fCu-8o6b0X4/s320/bubba%27s+sun+glasses.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SdRInY-StTI/AAAAAAAAAdo/LlEpysBFk08/s1600-h/rocking+horse.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319956901387220274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SdRInY-StTI/AAAAAAAAAdo/LlEpysBFk08/s320/rocking+horse.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />We got good news, we will be stationed here at least 3 more years after Eric graduates next month and goes through his training. We are flying his brother in from AK to be here for his pinning and graduation. It's been 11 years since they've seen each other. My sister is engaged to marry her high school sweetheart. They are so wonderful together and he's just an amazing guy for her. I'm thrilled. My sister-in-law will be having my little neice the end of this month or the beginning of next. I'm so excited to meet her. Her name is Makenzie Reece. I made a couple cakes, one for my brother's bday and one for the baby shower last week. At the baby shower there was a lady there who does cakes professionally. The next day she asked for my number so she can give it to people to call for their cakes instead of her. I thought that was awesome. I love making cakes! I hope it works out.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SdRKMteQKRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/tTCjhhHF2rk/s1600-h/babybottle.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319958642056767762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SdRKMteQKRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/tTCjhhHF2rk/s320/babybottle.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SdRKMpQhk1I/AAAAAAAAAd4/7BEuldv6DFg/s1600-h/golfbag.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319958640925446994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SdRKMpQhk1I/AAAAAAAAAd4/7BEuldv6DFg/s320/golfbag.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.tickercentral.com"><img border="0" src="http://www.tickercentral.com/view/5wm1/2"></a>
</div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08986639153598133697noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23083696.post-47861708932859519142009-01-15T13:55:00.000-08:002009-01-15T14:05:44.818-08:00Adding to what I had to say in my entry yesterday:<br /><br />On my Dad's anniversary my brother ended up coming down as well. He sent me a text and said, "I sure wish I could have Buffalo Wild Wings" I sent him one back "You could if you came down" He sent one, "OK" and rung the doorbell. It was such a nice surprise. So everyone, except his wife, were together for one of the hardest days in our lives. I just doesn't seem possible. Living a year without my Dad just doesn't seem possible. Also, Courtney, in case you still read the blog, THANK YOU so very much for your thoughtfulness! She did such an amazing thing for me. She sent me this on the anniversary:<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SW-zHn4n_SI/AAAAAAAAAdA/XUGumKbSyC4/s1600-h/formichelle-11.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291645030730562850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SW-zHn4n_SI/AAAAAAAAAdA/XUGumKbSyC4/s320/formichelle-11.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.tickercentral.com"><img border="0" src="http://www.tickercentral.com/view/5wm1/2"></a>
</div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08986639153598133697noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23083696.post-32004459874029328742009-01-14T20:53:00.000-08:002009-01-15T13:55:47.093-08:00I went to the dr Monday, it's not my blood sugar or my thyroid. Who knows? I have to go Friday for all-day testing. I hope that test comes back good and then everything will be clear. Then I just have to wait 6 months to drive again.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My baby boy will be 1 year old in 14 days. Where does the time go? He's growing like a weed and he's the sweetest little boy. He loves giving kisses. He talks all the time. He loves helping his mommy. He says, mama all the time. He's started saying "uh oh", "bye bye", and "book" book sounds like boo. He's so laid back, he reminds me of his Grandpa Tommy. Oh I just love him!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SW7C5VE2miI/AAAAAAAAAcg/je4d-c1E1Q8/s1600-h/christmas12.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291380902372743714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SW7C5VE2miI/AAAAAAAAAcg/je4d-c1E1Q8/s320/christmas12.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SW7CjvdBS8I/AAAAAAAAAcY/LJDdIjDYALc/s1600-h/11+months1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291380531496307650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SW7CjvdBS8I/AAAAAAAAAcY/LJDdIjDYALc/s320/11+months1.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.tickercentral.com"><img border="0" src="http://www.tickercentral.com/view/5wm1/2"></a>
</div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08986639153598133697noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23083696.post-14084425103423741022009-01-09T18:24:00.000-08:002009-01-09T18:34:39.049-08:00I've been very sick this week. On Monday morning I had a seizure. It was the first one I've ever had in my life. My sister and her bf were here. They called 911 and the ambulance came and got me. I was in there for two nights. I had all sorts of tests ran on me, thank God for insurance! Today I went and got more blood work done. Next Friday I'm supposed to have a prolonged EEG test done. So, I'll have to be at the neurologists office all day long. But, I think we figured out what it is. This morning I had a terrible headache and nothing was getting rid of it. I had a craving for m&<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">m's</span>, so we got some and my headache went away. Then Eric remembered that in the emergency room the nurse mentioned that my blood sugar was low. So I looked it up and it says that can cause seizures. My mom talked to the nurse that comes to her work and she said it sure can. She also told her that I've been extremely cold and tired for a long time and the nurse said that can cause that too. So, I'm going to call my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">dr</span> on Monday and see if they'll test me for that and hopefully I won't have to have the EEG thing done.<br /><br />Tomorrow will be a year since my Daddy passed away. I really can't believe it. I don't want to believe it. I miss him. I still haven't dealt with his passing. I don't want to. I miss him with every part of me. My mom, sister and her bf are coming down tomorrow. I wish my brother was too but I guess his wife's family is having a family reunion tomorrow too so he can't. Where did the year go? Why does he have to be gone? My only <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">solice</span> is knowing that he's in Heaven not suffering anymore. At least he's getting to roll down those big hills that he always dreamed of. So, to the best Daddy that ever did walk this earth, THANK YOU! You are such an inspiration to me and I love you more than words can ever express.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.tickercentral.com"><img border="0" src="http://www.tickercentral.com/view/5wm1/2"></a>
</div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08986639153598133697noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23083696.post-22288691832824298682008-12-18T18:21:00.000-08:002008-12-18T18:50:18.558-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My baby is starting to walk! He took his first steps last week, but he'll only walk when we make him lol. He's so cute. I have video of him, but can't get it to load up on here. He's such a joy. We have our Christmas tree baby proofed in a ghetto fashion. It's in the corner, behind a baby gate that has a big Army duffel bag and watering can behind it and a coffee table and stand in front of it. Whatever works! He's also getting his top two teeth, just in time for Christmas lol. He also jabbers constantly. My mom said I did the same thing lol. He said bye bye the other day and he says "up" for the puppy. He'll be 11 months in 10 days. How did that happen? I love him so much. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Eric's done with this semester of college, only one to go! One more semester and he'll be commissioned as an Officer and be back on regular active duty. I'm so proud of him, he's working so hard. He's still considered active duty and gets the regular pay right now, but I'm ready for him to be done with school. It's a lot of work. Right now, he's working on putting tile in our bathroom. I painted it yesterday and he's been putting the tile backer in. He's been wanting to do this since we moved in. It's going to be beautiful. </span><br /><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">It doesn't seem like Christmas time to me. Not having my dad here to celebrate with makes it hard. Next month will be a year since he passed. On the 29th of this month him and my mom would have celebrated 30 years of marriage. I miss him. They say it gets better with time, but sometimes it hurts just as bad as it did the day it happened. Which brings me to ask, who says that and what do they know? Anyways, it's also Ryan's first Christmas which makes it difficult too. It's in the Lord's hands though, He'll lead us through.</span><br /></p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SUsHZrZbnYI/AAAAAAAAAVU/FVyjELpzdoM/s1600-h/familypicthanksgiving.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281323125749554562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SUsHZrZbnYI/AAAAAAAAAVU/FVyjELpzdoM/s320/familypicthanksgiving.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.tickercentral.com"><img border="0" src="http://www.tickercentral.com/view/5wm1/2"></a>
</div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08986639153598133697noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23083696.post-40539137664177001982008-11-25T20:02:00.001-08:002008-11-25T20:16:54.211-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We adopted a dog, he's a Golden Retriever/German Shepard. He's beautiful and so laid back it's ridiculous. He's a year old, so he's already grown. He just lays there and lets Ryan step on him and pull his ears and fur. He's the perfect dog for a baby. We named him Copper from The Fox and The Hound. This is the first dog my husband's ever had, isn't that sad? I think it is.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SSzNXOwV2fI/AAAAAAAAAVE/14BEuv-XIFo/s1600-h/dog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272815062725548530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SSzNXOwV2fI/AAAAAAAAAVE/14BEuv-XIFo/s320/dog.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm going back to school next semester. Lord help me. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Thanksgiving is day after tomorrow. It's our first holiday without my dad. I miss him terribly and today was one of the worst days I have ever had. I can't wait to climb into bed and forget this day ever happened. Thank God for a loving, caring, understanding husband.</span><br /><br />My baby will be 10 months old on Friday. Wow.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SSzNXH3sFBI/AAAAAAAAAVM/VBpynlY7Gvg/s1600-h/ryandog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272815060877317138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SSzNXH3sFBI/AAAAAAAAAVM/VBpynlY7Gvg/s320/ryandog.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.tickercentral.com"><img border="0" src="http://www.tickercentral.com/view/5wm1/2"></a>
</div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08986639153598133697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23083696.post-7292841302557707182008-10-12T18:14:00.000-07:002008-10-12T18:38:01.824-07:00<div>Today is our 6 year anniversary! It has been the best 6 years of my life being with the man of my dreams. I love him very much and look forward to spending the rest of my life with him. We went and watched the movie Fireproof, I definitely recommend it! It's a Christian movie and totally clean. First time they've come out with one of them for a very long time! Two thumbs up!</div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SPKmZBw7bNI/AAAAAAAAAU8/pPRlCiKibRg/s1600-h/6years.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256446663995387090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SPKmZBw7bNI/AAAAAAAAAU8/pPRlCiKibRg/s320/6years.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Today is also my Grandma Jean's 70th birthday! We had her a surprise party yesterday. She had never had one before. She enjoyed herself so much and it went wonderfully. We all pitched in and got her a digital camera and one of those printers that you put your memory card into and print your pictures. She's gonna have a ball! She's the cutest grandma, I just love her to pieces! I made the cake myself from scratch. I enjoy doing that, too bad it has to get eaten. </div><br /><br /><p align="center"><img style="WIDTH: 282px; HEIGHT: 208px" height="295" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j264/chelle16_01/cake.jpg" width="488" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SPKjNQbSkEI/AAAAAAAAAUc/xeCOxrRG0QA/s1600-h/gmajean.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256443163237847106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SPKjNQbSkEI/AAAAAAAAAUc/xeCOxrRG0QA/s320/gmajean.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SPKjNmifTaI/AAAAAAAAAUk/nyUYT4VG5m0/s1600-h/gmajean2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256443169173622178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SPKjNmifTaI/AAAAAAAAAUk/nyUYT4VG5m0/s320/gmajean2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></p><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.tickercentral.com"><img border="0" src="http://www.tickercentral.com/view/5wm1/2"></a>
</div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08986639153598133697noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23083696.post-2649996825434873022008-10-02T20:15:00.000-07:002008-10-02T20:28:11.852-07:00My baby boy is 8 months old now. He's growing so fast, but I just love the age he's at. He's learning so much so fast. I just love it. Today he was running round and round the coffee table <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">lol</span>. I don't think it'll be too long before he's walking. I was taking his socks off and told him he had stinky feet and he just cracked up laughing. He laughed and laughed it was so cute! I even called my mom so she could hear since she was having a bad day, she definitely brightened up. I love how babies are so easily pleased and they don't need big fancy things to amuse them. Oh I love love love this age. He's such a joy.<br /><div align="center">My absolute favorite picture of my two favorites</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SOWQoyRNzgI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Qf2kZs5xOZU/s1600-h/daddy+%26+son.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252763570760699394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SOWQoyRNzgI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Qf2kZs5xOZU/s320/daddy+%26+son.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SOWPbZlfGqI/AAAAAAAAAUE/bxV1yZE5da0/s1600-h/ryan1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252762241284905634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SOWPbZlfGqI/AAAAAAAAAUE/bxV1yZE5da0/s320/ryan1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SOWPWRToaEI/AAAAAAAAAT8/4IZA_tf8MFg/s1600-h/ryans+hat.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252762153163188290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SOWPWRToaEI/AAAAAAAAAT8/4IZA_tf8MFg/s320/ryans+hat.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SOWPP74Ps-I/AAAAAAAAAT0/rbT0qxsujoU/s1600-h/familyphoto.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252762044331963362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SOWPP74Ps-I/AAAAAAAAAT0/rbT0qxsujoU/s320/familyphoto.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SOWO_MAk-VI/AAAAAAAAATk/s39wc2yxxS0/s1600-h/swingin.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252761756604102994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SOWO_MAk-VI/AAAAAAAAATk/s39wc2yxxS0/s320/swingin.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SOWOonctT5I/AAAAAAAAATc/1nu1KxKqnaI/s1600-h/daddy%26son.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252761368832855954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SOWOonctT5I/AAAAAAAAATc/1nu1KxKqnaI/s320/daddy%26son.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.tickercentral.com"><img border="0" src="http://www.tickercentral.com/view/5wm1/2"></a>
</div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08986639153598133697noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23083696.post-73530596437898805292008-09-25T10:44:00.001-07:002008-09-25T14:36:48.315-07:00<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My sister is 18 now. We threw her a surprise party, I don't think she was surprised lol. It was kinda hard that day, to be expected. My brother had to work and couldn't be at the party. We surprised her again when we were at the restaurant when her bf brought her in. She was really surprised then and really appreciated it. Another surprise came for her when our brother was able to get off work and showed up to surprise her too. She cried. It was very special that he was able to be there. Eric, Ryan and I bought her a necklace with her birthstone in it. She loved it, so do I lol. I can't believe she's 18. I remember the day she was born. I was so excited. It was late at night and I was sleeping. My dad woke me up and we all loaded up in the car (which was new by the way and they stacked tons of towels in the front seat for reasons I didn't understand for a long time lol). We went over to the hospital that was 15 mins away. There was nobody to sit with my brother or I. We were so tired and started to fall asleep and this creepy guy came in and told us, "it's ok to go to sleep". Well that was enough for the both of us, we were wide awake then. I started bouncing off the walls and then my dad came in and told us we had a little sister. My brother was mad and sat there sulking. They brought her down the hall and he wouldn't come out and see her. I did though and she was so beautiful. I fell in love. She's been a blessing from the moment she entered my life and I couldn't ask for a better sister. I love her! She's the bestest Bisty never!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">I made this cake for her, homemade I'm pretty proud of the way it turned out, hours of labor went into this lol</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SNwENHH75-I/AAAAAAAAATU/Hy5kf7w8K9I/s1600-h/cake.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250075888904300514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SNwENHH75-I/AAAAAAAAATU/Hy5kf7w8K9I/s320/cake.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Oh, I'm so excited!!!! My baby boy said his first word today, "mama"!!!! I was hoping it would be mama. I was pushing dada more but hoping for mama lol. I love that little boy! He's a beautiful wonderful miracle and I thank God for him. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My brother and his wife are going to have a baby! She sadly lost the last baby. He/she is up in heaven with his/her Grandpa Tommy. She was about 5 weeks when she lost that baby. They never even got to go to the dr. They lost it before she could go to the dr. So, when they found out they were expecting again we all waited to tell people to make sure this baby would be ok. It was heartbreaking enough without having to go back and tell everyone. Well they went to the dr yesterday. The heartrate was 150 and she's due May 13. I can't wait! Hopefully she'll have it a little early and have it on his/her Grandpa's bday, May 6.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.tickercentral.com"><img border="0" src="http://www.tickercentral.com/view/5wm1/2"></a>
</div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08986639153598133697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23083696.post-55901410355409031382008-09-17T11:36:00.000-07:002008-09-17T12:13:08.373-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My beautiful sister won homecoming queen last Friday. She's the most beautiful queen I've ever seen. I'm so very proud of her. The only downside to the evening was her bf didn't get king. For some odd reason people voted her as queen and not her bf as king. It doesn't seem right. I felt bad for her, she was torn. I don't blame her. But, she deserved it. She's doing everything she can this year. She's on the yearbook staff, secretary of her class, she's planning a senior trip, you name it she's involved this year. I'm so proud of her. A few years ago she was hanging out with the not-so-good crowd. The girls she hung out with were not good influences on her. She met her bf, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Colter</span>. He was the best thing that ever could have happened to her. God definitely put him in her life to get her away from the old friends. I love that guy for her. I couldn't have picked a better guy. While we were in WA he went over to my mom's house to make sure she was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ok</span> and ask if she needed anything, so sweet! Anyways, back to homecoming... The girls had to have their father/father figure walk with them to give them to their escorts. My brother walked with my sister. It was an emotional time for us. I felt sad for her. She has so many things coming up in her life that should involve dad. I'm very glad she has my brother, but it's not the same. It can't be the same. I didn't put a picture of the guy who won king because, quite frankly, I don't have one. I was in shock after Colter didn't win and I didn't get a picture.<br /></span><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SNFQeca7kOI/AAAAAAAAASs/klOT8Ch7-wg/s1600-h/siblings.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247063524818784482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SNFQeca7kOI/AAAAAAAAASs/klOT8Ch7-wg/s320/siblings.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SNFQegr1M7I/AAAAAAAAAS0/PAdTMbBZohE/s1600-h/family1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247063525963412402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SNFQegr1M7I/AAAAAAAAAS0/PAdTMbBZohE/s320/family1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SNFQeUrGx4I/AAAAAAAAASk/jJ9IOPGPuGI/s1600-h/walking.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247063522739144578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SNFQeUrGx4I/AAAAAAAAASk/jJ9IOPGPuGI/s320/walking.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SNFQeuweAfI/AAAAAAAAAS8/OTVlaMKMfK8/s1600-h/megcolter.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247063529740960242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SNFQeuweAfI/AAAAAAAAAS8/OTVlaMKMfK8/s320/megcolter.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SNFQe2B_ShI/AAAAAAAAATE/k0wQ_0MGVSY/s1600-h/queen.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247063531693492754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SNFQe2B_ShI/AAAAAAAAATE/k0wQ_0MGVSY/s320/queen.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SNFWCSD9PEI/AAAAAAAAATM/GjY-SxGjos0/s1600-h/queenhug.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247069638071499842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SNFWCSD9PEI/AAAAAAAAATM/GjY-SxGjos0/s320/queenhug.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.tickercentral.com"><img border="0" src="http://www.tickercentral.com/view/5wm1/2"></a>
</div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08986639153598133697noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23083696.post-31807227952678591812008-09-10T11:00:00.000-07:002008-09-10T13:36:35.978-07:00Well <a href="http://ihatewhine.blogspot.com/">Jenn</a> did this a while back and I just wanted to see if I could come up with 101 things about myself, so here goes:<br /><br />1. My nickname given by my dad was Puddin' Shack<br />2. My nickname by my brother growing up was Thi's Thoul<br />3. My dad wrote me a song, it went as follows: "I love my Puddin' Shack, because she scratches my back, and that is why I love my Puddin' Shack, Smack, Snack, Shack"<br />4. I miss my dad more than anything in the whole wide world, he's been gone 8 months today<br />5. I listened to a song he wrote "My Family" last night, I cried<br />6. My nickname from my sister is Bisty<br />7. My husband and mom call me Chelle. Eric introduces me as Chelle, I have to tell people it's actually Michelle<br />8. I collect ink pens, I love them<br />9. I love folding baby clothes, they're so tiny and cute<br />10. I love the smell of a clean house<br />11. Clutter bothers me<br />12. I love being an Army wife<br />13. My husband and I met online<br />14. Next month we'll celebrate our 6 year anniversary<br />15. I have lost 110 lbs in 2 years, 105 before in a year, before I got pregnant and what I gained plus 5 lbs since I've had the baby<br />16. I've worked my butt off to do so, literally<br />17. I love working out now<br />18. I love 70's rock music, Bob Seger, Lynyrd Skynyrd, ZZ Top, Jackson Browne ect.... My dad kinda ingrained that in our heads :)<br />19. Jackson Browne is coming to the state in Oct, I would like to go<br />20. I've seen Lynyrd Skynyrd and ZZ Top in concert--They are both AWESOME<br />21. I love seeing elderly couples holding hands, it's so cute<br />22. Growing up I always wanted a relationship like my parents, my dad always lit up when he saw my mom<br />23. I now have that kind of relationship, I love it!<br />24. I have an associates degree, I have started on my bachelor's but it's on hold until my<br />child(ren) are older<br />25. My goal in life has always been to first and foremost be a wife and mommy<br />26. I never quite got how much work babies really are until I had my own<br />27. I had a wonderful pregnancy and hope that any others to come are just as wonderful<br />28. There's nothing I love more than looking into my baby's baby blues<br />29. I have worked at 2 convenience stores and a newspaper<br />30. I really liked my job at the newspaper, except they were very biased and that drove me crazy<br />31. I love to write<br />32. I love to read<br />33. I live by my dad's motto, Family First<br />34. I haven't been able to sleep the past 2 weeks, Ryan won't let me<br />35. I have no idea why<br />36. I have noticed myself becoming more like my mom<br />37. I don't think that's a bad thing<br />38. My favorite color is purple<br />39. My birthstone is Emerald<br />40. I love that color too<br />41. Growing up I looked up to my brother<br />42. He was very mean to me<br />43. He has apologized several times, it's ok, I forgive him<br />44. I'm 5'7<br />45. I love spending time with my husband and son<br />46. I love baking<br />47. I'm going to be an aunt next May<br />48. I can't wait<br />49. My inlaws drive me crazy<br />50. They never call to check on my husband, I'm glad my family isn't like that<br />51. I don't tell my husband that they drive me crazy, that would be rude<br />52. I don't enjoy shopping<br />53. My middle name is Lee<br />54. Three of my cousin's middle names are also Lee<br />55. We named my baby after my brother and dad<br />56. I drive a Jeep Liberty<br />57. It's completely paid off, that makes me happy<br />58. I wish for nothing more than my son to be happy and healthy<br />59. I try my best to live my life for the Lord<br />60. He is my Savior<br />61. I like to fish<br />62. I was very clutzy as a child<br />63. I believe Tae Bo has helped me with that<br />64. I have many questions about the timing of my dad's passing<br />65. I know he's much better off<br />66. It still hurts<br />67. I used to have my tongue pierced<br />68. I took it out several years ago<br />69. What was I thinking?<br />70. I'm picky about the length of the arms on my tshirts<br />71. I hate my arms<br />72. I love sappy love stories<br />73. My sister is homecoming candidate, I'm so proud of her!<br />74. Drinking hot cocoa on a cold day is wonderful<br />75. I adore my husband<br />76. He never ceases to amaze me<br />77. I wish I could have found a solution for winged scapula for my daddy<br />78. I tried with ever ounce of me<br />79. Dad used to get sad everytime we would say we had to go home<br />80. We had to give him a day's notice<br />81. He still got sad<br />82. My family is very close<br />83. I love taking pictures<br />84. My husband and I went to Maui after he got back from his deployment<br />85. That was the longest year of my life<br />86. It made our relationship even stronger<br />87. I pray he doesn't have to go back<br />88. My mom is the strongest woman I know, I admire her so much<br />89. I went 4-wheeling at the river for the first time this summer<br />90. It was fun<br />91. I have a cat named Gizmo<br />92. He lives with my mom<br />93. I love the Americana decor<br />94. Watching as my son grows brings me so much joy<br />95. I have a hard time making close friends<br />96. I'm very shy and reserved<br />97. My best friend (outside my family) lives in GA now<br />98. I hope we're stationed together again someday<br />99. Our son's are almost 2 months apart<br />100. Nothing makes me happier than being with the one's I love<br />101. This was a lot harder than I thought it would be<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.tickercentral.com"><img border="0" src="http://www.tickercentral.com/view/5wm1/2"></a>
</div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08986639153598133697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23083696.post-35210531542623751782008-09-07T19:22:00.000-07:002008-09-07T19:36:53.915-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm frustrated with myself. I feel like I've not been myself for quite some time. I feel like I need answers. I need to open my heart and hear God. Ever since I lost my dad and had Ryan and everything else that's gone on in my life I just feel like I haven't allowed myself the opportunity to be. I have a serious addiction to the scale, I weigh myself approximately 6 times a day (yes, every day). I fear weight gain. I know it's not healthy to be obsessed with it. There's only so much a person can do. I exercise every day, I eat right, I don't drink pop, I usually rarely eat sweets (although that's another thing I'm mad at myself for lately, I've had a never-ending sweet tooth). In total since I began my journey when Eric was deployed I have lost 110 lbs. I have worked so hard to get to this point. I'm happy with where I'm at on the scale. I just know that gaining it back isn't an option. However, if all of that doesn't keep my weight down perpetually weighing myself isn't going to help now is it? So, I'm taking back control of myself, to include my mind. I put up the scale so it doesn't call my name every time I walk into the bathroom. I'm seeking the Lord's help. I believe that with His help I will find the answers I seek. I will find my groove again. I just have to clear my head and regain control of myself. With God ALL things are possible!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.tickercentral.com"><img border="0" src="http://www.tickercentral.com/view/5wm1/2"></a>
</div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08986639153598133697noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23083696.post-47434342726883722702008-09-03T11:29:00.001-07:002008-09-03T11:47:58.602-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Why is it that people in customer service jobs don't seem to realize they are in CUSTOMER SERVICE jobs? It's irritating to me to be "helped" by someone who is rude and acts like they could care less about their jobs and the people they are helping. The least you can do is pretend to be friendly for pete's sake. I've had my fair share of jobs that I haven't particularly liked, but I still slapped a smile on my face and greeted them with courtesy. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So the other day we went to my grandma's house. Mom mom needed her oil change. I offered to have Eric take it and get it changed. He would have bought the stuff and did it himself but there was no place to do it at my grandma's. We go to the store, drive around back give them the keys. Eric says to do just the basic oil change and to put the high mileage stuff in. They tell us it's going to take 3 HOURS! Well I wanted to leave but Eric really wanted to get it done for my mom so we waited, and waited and waited. When it was finally finished we go to pay. They charged us $52! They did the whole shabang, not the basic change. We both were mad and both tried to argue with them but the lady was so rude. So, Eric goes to pay and she looks up at me and says, "Next time tell him to change his own oil!" Are you kidding me?! Well, needless to say, they won't be getting our business any longer. Eric always changes our oil here at home. We simply needed a service provided that time. Neither of us asked for attitude. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So, if you're going to work in customer service, service the customer without attitude. Without being rude and hateful. Do your JOB, what you're paid for. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.tickercentral.com"><img border="0" src="http://www.tickercentral.com/view/5wm1/2"></a>
</div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08986639153598133697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23083696.post-8524857929847747032008-08-28T11:38:00.000-07:002008-08-28T11:56:12.415-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;">My baby is 7 months old today. He's grown so much and I just can't believe that 7 months has passed already. I don't know where the time goes. He's already so independent, he wants to do everything himself and he's such a busy-body. Into everything he can get his hands on. He's laid back most of the time and everybody we come across says, "wow, what a good baby!" He's so handsome and I swear is a spitting image of his daddy. He's been the biggest blessing through the worst time of my life. I pray everyday that I am the mom that he needs me to be. The one who makes him feel better when he's hurt. The one who teaches him right and wrong and how to be a decent human being who grows up to be a productive member of society. The one who teaches him about Jesus and how to serve the Lord. He is the most wonderful baby and his daddy and I couldn't be more proud of him.</span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SLb0donVJWI/AAAAAAAAASM/Gplbn_mgf48/s1600-h/7+months.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239644006447916386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SLb0donVJWI/AAAAAAAAASM/Gplbn_mgf48/s320/7+months.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SLb0eAql2QI/AAAAAAAAASU/GDVtyRMgNk8/s1600-h/7+months1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239644012904044802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SLb0eAql2QI/AAAAAAAAASU/GDVtyRMgNk8/s320/7+months1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SLb0edSvleI/AAAAAAAAASc/dX6VIu5dz7o/s1600-h/bubba.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239644020588647906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SLb0edSvleI/AAAAAAAAASc/dX6VIu5dz7o/s320/bubba.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.tickercentral.com"><img border="0" src="http://www.tickercentral.com/view/5wm1/2"></a>
</div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08986639153598133697noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23083696.post-63767577352578493242008-08-20T10:04:00.000-07:002008-08-20T11:08:25.661-07:00I remembered, so here are the pictures. I do have to say that I didn't take all that many pictures for two reasons: 1. I didn't feel like it 2. My camera lens is acting up<br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Graduation ceremony<br /></span></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SKxdY4XYsmI/AAAAAAAAASE/Yatgl5USqUY/s1600-h/graduation.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236663148753760866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SKxdY4XYsmI/AAAAAAAAASE/Yatgl5USqUY/s320/graduation.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Reunited and it feels so good</span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SKxPIN7x-WI/AAAAAAAAARc/c4KJ8FQ5T04/s1600-h/reunited.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236647469322991970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SKxPIN7x-WI/AAAAAAAAARc/c4KJ8FQ5T04/s320/reunited.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#cc0000;">The Space Needle, it really is a beautiful sight<br /></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SKxPIOVtulI/AAAAAAAAARk/-EvsApl6x8I/s1600-h/needle.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236647469431765586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SKxPIOVtulI/AAAAAAAAARk/-EvsApl6x8I/s320/needle.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#cc0000;">A family photo at the Space Needle<br /></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SKxPIZrMcZI/AAAAAAAAARs/EpBDlWItoJw/s1600-h/family.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236647472474648978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SKxPIZrMcZI/AAAAAAAAARs/EpBDlWItoJw/s320/family.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cc0000;"> My sister, she almost blended with this building<br /></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SKxPImiF_uI/AAAAAAAAAR0/i_7uQrZs_8U/s1600-h/meg.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236647475926138594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SKxPImiF_uI/AAAAAAAAAR0/i_7uQrZs_8U/s320/meg.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#cc0000;">This is at home, but he's such a big boy in his high chair</span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SKxPIrJaNdI/AAAAAAAAAR8/iiSu8LpbeZQ/s1600-h/big+boy.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236647477164783058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SKxPIrJaNdI/AAAAAAAAAR8/iiSu8LpbeZQ/s320/big+boy.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#cc0000;">Ryan is also starting to crawl, where in the world did the time go?!<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.tickercentral.com"><img border="0" src="http://www.tickercentral.com/view/5wm1/2"></a>
</div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08986639153598133697noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23083696.post-17289662225672132172008-08-18T20:33:00.001-07:002008-08-18T20:51:00.049-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;">It's late and I'm still very tired, but we just got our <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">internet</span> back working this evening so thankfully I've been able to get on here and catch up a little (very little, but still). </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;">We made it back from our trip safely. It was definitely not a smooth trip and I wouldn't recommend flying with an infant to anybody. I mean, it's shorter than driving, but that's about the only pro I can think of at the moment. Ryan did <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ok</span>, he slept that majority of the time but hauling all his stuff (to include a stroller that he refused to ride in) all over creation was taxing. Not to mention, my sister's afraid to fly. Our plane was delayed. By the time we got there I was so tired I went to the wrong rental car counter. We got lost. Ryan would not sleep when we finally got the hotel (I got 3 hrs that night). The next morning was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ok</span>, we went to the graduation and got Eric (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">YAY</span>!). Our flight out wasn't until 11:30 p.m. so we went to Seattle and piddled around. We went to the space needle (I'll post pictures later, if I can remember). It's very pretty there. Well from 10:30 a.m. to 11:30 p.m. is a long time to piddle and Seattle is expensive, so we went to the airport at 6:30. From 6:30 to 11:30 in an airport is an even longer time. It's even longer when the plane is delayed until 12:30. It's even longer when your sister complains about sitting in the airport for that long and it's even longer when she goes to look at magazines and ends up calling you telling you she accidentally left the secured part and can't get in until you bring her boarding pass and you get mad at her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">lol</span>. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;">When we boarded the plane a guy comes running back and about knocks Ryan out of Eric's arms so he can get to the bathroom to throw up (he's drunk). Then the guy across the isle from us throws up all over himself. At least the first guy had the decency to go to the bathroom. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Geez</span>. So, the flight attendants put coffee on it (surprisingly it did work a little) and made him use his blanket to cover it. Oh how lovely. I really think they should have kicked them off the plane but what do I know? </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;">We made it home safely though and Ryan only woke up once on the flight to Dallas. A long long long trip, but we're home and back together. I'm so glad. I'm still resting up from a long month but at least I'm getting to rest. It's so nice to have him home. It's so nice to be back together and to see my two <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">handsomes</span> interact together. I love it, it's the way it's supposed to be.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.tickercentral.com"><img border="0" src="http://www.tickercentral.com/view/5wm1/2"></a>
</div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08986639153598133697noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23083696.post-87151905402163259582008-08-04T10:51:00.000-07:002008-08-04T11:01:21.117-07:00Looking on the bright sideSince I haven't necessarily been doing this I thought I'd dedicate this post to things that are on the bright side of my life:<br /><br />I just LOVE the song "In Color" by Jamey Johnson. It's wonderful. If you haven't heard it you should check it out at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">cmt</span>.com. I'm just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sayin</span>' <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">lol</span>.<br /><br />7 days til we see Eric :)<br /><br />We had my mom a surprise party last Thursday. I made her a homemade cake, my first one. It turned out pretty darn good, if I do say so myself. (By the way, my baby boy hates the little birthday blower things, they scare him in a big way <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">lol</span>.)<br /><br />Ryan's naps have been lasting longer the past couple days, giving me a little more time to rest.<br /><br />I tried on pants Saturday, my size doesn't fit me, I had to get a SMALLER size! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">YAY</span>!<br /><br />I've lost 7 lbs since Eric left. (Stress, it does a body good <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">dun</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">dun</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">dun</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">lol.</span>)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.tickercentral.com"><img border="0" src="http://www.tickercentral.com/view/5wm1/2"></a>
</div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08986639153598133697noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23083696.post-23188898194763022572008-07-29T19:20:00.000-07:002008-07-29T19:42:40.169-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">I actually have a couple free minutes tonight. Ryan went to bed a little early and I was able to get a shower and fix my hair (which, by the way, I love having to take a shower and fix my hair at 9 p.m. so that in the morning it's all screwed up again). Ryan's 6 month <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">appt</span> is tomorrow. I'm very curious to find out how much my little guy is weighing these days and how long he is. He's already as tall as my brother's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">SIL's</span> baby who is 6 weeks older than him and taller than my friend's baby who is 2 months older. His daddy is fairly tall though and there's tall genes on both sides of the family (Eric had a great uncle that was 7 ft). My dad was 6'2" and so the potential is there. I can't believe how quickly he's developing either. He is starting to scoot himself, he sits like a champ and today I was playing with him on the floor and he used my leg and pulled himself to his feet. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">I'm so irritated. You would think that technology today would be a little more durable, but no. We were leaving my mom's this morning and I was carrying out the camcorder/camera bag. Well it wasn't closed, they fell out. I get home and find that the camcorder deleted everything off the disc that's in there. I had recorded everything Ryan's been doing since Eric left on there. I had also recorded Eric reading a bedtime story to Ryan that I've been playing for him. All gone now. It's so frustrating. However, since I can't do anything about it, I've been re-recording the things for Eric. Here's Ryan's 6 month picture and a picture of Ryan with his Uncle Matt. </span><br /><p><br /></p><p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SI_TDamgGjI/AAAAAAAAAQs/jkM1Vt-pdPg/s1600-h/6+months.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228629748034312754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SI_TDamgGjI/AAAAAAAAAQs/jkM1Vt-pdPg/s320/6+months.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><br /></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SI_TDqL4-eI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/1cShrwmQRXA/s1600-h/uncle+matt.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228629752217663970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SI_TDqL4-eI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/1cShrwmQRXA/s320/uncle+matt.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">I went into a Christian everything store yesterday with my sister to pick out my mom a birthday present (her birthday is the 31st) and the lady in there is the nicest lady I've ever met. I've known her forever and she used to work with my brother and adores him. I had Ryan and she held him while we looked around just adoring him. She told him he could stay and couldn't believe how laid back he was. Anyways, when we got up to the register she asked how my mom was doing and whatnot and then asked if Ryan had an uncle to spoil him. It breaks my heart cause you know most people ask if they have a grandpa to do the spoiling but she knew so rephrased the question. I sure miss my daddy. Well I guess I can quit rambling now. Keep a girl from the computer long enough and this is what happens <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">lol</span>. Sorry if I bored you.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.tickercentral.com"><img border="0" src="http://www.tickercentral.com/view/5wm1/2"></a>
</div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08986639153598133697noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23083696.post-18806197560116608802008-07-25T13:18:00.000-07:002008-07-25T13:23:58.444-07:00<div>Well I have to make this fast. Ryan's down for a nap and his naps don't last long, usually 15 mins tops and I've already spent about 10 of them. I'm tired, exhausted actually. We have 17 days left til we see Eric again. My sister, Ryan and I are going to fly out and see him graduate. I'm excited/nervous. I don't know about flying with a baby but it'll be ok. We've spent some time with my family but came home today. I don't want to get on their nerves ya know? Of course my mom just can't get enough of her little baby boy. He's getting so big. He'll be 6 months this coming week. Where has it gone? Well, speaking of the little guy, he's up. So, I'm off. </div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SIo2IBY7DhI/AAAAAAAAAQk/4ocGNrFJ1V8/s1600-h/ryan.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227049828956704274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1EmPU1qYj8/SIo2IBY7DhI/AAAAAAAAAQk/4ocGNrFJ1V8/s320/ryan.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.tickercentral.com"><img border="0" src="http://www.tickercentral.com/view/5wm1/2"></a>
</div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08986639153598133697noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23083696.post-17397927020783237022008-07-15T21:49:00.000-07:002008-07-16T05:54:48.070-07:00Sleep, please give me some sleep!A lady I used to work with always quoted this verse when I was having a bad day: "This too shall pass". I've been saying that a lot this past week lol. One week down, 4 to go.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.tickercentral.com"><img border="0" src="http://www.tickercentral.com/view/5wm1/2"></a>
</div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08986639153598133697noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23083696.post-21032330342935024922008-07-10T11:46:00.000-07:002008-07-10T12:04:15.514-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">Eric's gone. He left yesterday morning. Ryan is already keeping me occupied. Although time's going by extremely slow. It's only been a day but it feels like a month already lol. Oh geez. Sometimes the life of a military wife just isn't all it's cracked up to be. That's alright though, Eric's definitely worth it :) I was planning on going to my mom's house but Ryan's in a terrible mood today (thank God for naps) so figured it best to stay home and deal with it here instead of there. With Eric gone the house is so super quiet. I'm kinda worried that Ryan will get scared of people lol. Of course I take him around people but at the house there's nobody but him and me. I taped Eric reading a bedtime story to Ryan so that I can play it for him so he doesn't forget his voice. Last night he woke up and wouldn't go back to sleep so I played it for him and his eyes got really wide and he smiled real big and started looking around for his daddy. It was so cute. He loves his daddy. Boy do I hope this time goes quickly. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;">Today is also six months since my daddy passed away. Half a year without the strongest most wonderful man I've ever met. Just doesn't seem possible. I don't want it to be possible. I still find myself waiting on him to come back or looking for him every time we go to mom's. I miss him terribly. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><a href="http://www.tickercentral.com"><img border="0" src="http://www.tickercentral.com/view/5wm1/2"></a>
</div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08986639153598133697noreply@blogger.com4