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Days Left in Kansas: 38&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; Joe and Raylene you're at the top of the list&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
2. The warm weather...longer riding seasons &lt;br /&gt;
3. Our first home together...the memories that we share in it...our first years of marriage&lt;br /&gt;
4. The polite people...they wave at you in their vehicles. Kansas folks really are nice people&lt;br /&gt;
5. I-70...for those of you in Michigan...this interstate is nothing like those in Michigan...folks in Michigan are really not the nicest drivers...they crowd around you and drive like nuts. I like I-70.&lt;br /&gt;
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6. I will not miss Kansas allergies...they get worse each year&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7. I will not miss having to drive to what seems opposite ends of the state to get to things.&lt;/div&gt;8. I will not miss driving and spend our vacation time going back home. Though I love being with our family...I would love to have a real vacation...some place like Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;
9. I will not miss Kansas winters...cold and boring...there's no snow to do anything in...it's rediculous&lt;br /&gt;
10. I will not miss the lack of trees...I like trees...oh...and Kansas wind...there's a reason why Dorthy was from Kansas&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSr27sqt_qo/So7UI0nKeAI/AAAAAAAAAcM/pKsBISQm87s/s1600-h/tucker+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSr27sqt_qo/So7UI0nKeAI/AAAAAAAAAcM/pKsBISQm87s/s320/tucker+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There a sense of happiness in the household, seeing as how Michael won't be up for deployment again and the long hours he works hopefully will stop once the civilian world has a hold of him. But...all is not without a sense of sadness. I am so proud of Michael and his military career even if he isn't all the time. The military brings a sense of secruity...in an odd sort of way...finacial wise &lt;i&gt;defiantly&lt;/i&gt;...emotionally stable??...once in a while if he's not ticked off because of the wacky, insanly ridiculous goings on at work...or in my case, because of deployment. The world seems so scary as we stand at the door of the civilan world. I'm looking at going to work full time as my sweet hubby is finally going to get some schooling in. That's a whole new chapter all together. We'll be seperated once again :( I am looking forward to him using his GI bill...he's earned it...boy has he :) So, let's see what the world will have in store for us in these next few weeks. OCTOBER!!! here we come.&lt;br /&gt;
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Things are going great with him home. Lately, he's been out hunting every day since opening day a few days ago, and I'm happy about that. He's been unable to hunt for nearly five years due to his duties with the Army, and I think he's due for a little relaxation or at least to do something he enjoys. He's in new terrain this time around. He's used to woods for miles and miles, not fields and fields for miles and miles, but I have faith he'll be successful. I really want him to come home with something, I know it would just make him so happy and anything that makes him really happy, makes me really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming up this Sunday will be Grey's preschool Christmas program and I am really looking forward to that as well. It'll be so nice to have daddy home to watch these little events that go on with the kiddos. It'll be nice to be a family, spending time together...even dinner time has become a wonderful time of day again. I'll tell you, it was wonderful being a family for Thanksgiving. I kept thinking that I was living a dream or something, but there my husband sat beside me, a plate loaded full of Thanksgiving goodies...he he he...it's like he hasn't eaten real food in a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, for me, life has been filled up with finishing my college classes, housework, kiddos of course, and now, the hubby, so I haven't had much time to write anything on the blog. A few days ago we got my hubby's 78 Ford out of storage. We have a few Christmas decorations up, but have yet to get our tree. I'm bugging the hubby for us to go get it sometime next week and he agreed of course, but we'll still have to find time to get it. Also, I was told that I could get a family picture of us done on Sunday too, so I am really crossing my fingers on that one as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Holidays to everyone, and a very Merry Christmas, to whatever religion you are. I leave the politically correctness to someone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/439523498273638849-2260939990667435372?l=onthewrongfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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I was recently watching and episode of "Say Yes to the Dress" a TLC show that is taped in a wedding dress shop (hmm not sure if that's technical term for a "dress shop"). There was a bride who had bumped up her wedding date due to her Marine husband's unavoidable deployment. Lucky women, she is able to try on wedding dresses, my wonderful husband and I were married in a court house with two other soldiers for witnesses. The wonderful part, "we were married!" Now, believe me, I've had my many moments of desperate negativity. I still pine for the day I am able to walk down the aisle to my prince charming in a beautiful dress that makes me feel like his princess. I thought, hmm, there are so many positives to being a military wife, things that very few peoplewould think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Moving is part of the job. As in, you go when it's your time to go, but think of the experiences, being in a new places. I have experienced such freedom, such trust in myself being in a home away from our true "home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Utter pride. Many women and men have pride in their spouses, but there is this pride that swells in my heart when I think of my husband's duty. Sometimes I feel inadequate next to him, but then I know in my heart that our children need me like our country needs my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Trust. Not all spouses can say they trust their husband or wife from the very depths of their soul. We have been apart through deployments and through other events in our lives, but there is this trust that we have garnered with each other. I pray that spouses can have the trust within their marriage as my husband and I have in each other. (we all know many other miltary spouses aren't as lucky and experience the exact opposite, but stick with me here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Learning. There has been nothing but learning through this relationship with my husband. I've learned about us as a couple, and I've learned about the woman I am. I am a strong, smart, beautiful, and a devoted woman. I am a great mother who has love beyond borders for her children and a wife who will wait up nights, even if it means she can hear from her husband for but a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Strength. I have learned, there's that word again, that I have strength I never knew I had. I can take care of things, I can step up and deal with what life had brought me, what life has generously given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Education. I took some time for myself to further my own education. And walla, I'll be graduating a month after my husband returns from deployment. One day, he will not have all the stress of finding employment on his shoulders alone. I will take care of my husband one day...and buy him another motorcycle (yes, two motorcycles will never hurt) . (P.S. I also took up learning how to ride the motorcycle my husband bought as a going away gift...okay, so it's not technically a going away present, but I still tease him nonetheless. The point is, finding something for yourself through all the chaos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. We have been chosen for something greater than ourselves. God has looked down at us, and yes, I truly believe in God's will, and has noted that we will care out great tasks. Someone else may call it what they like, but I am no fool, I know there is a higher power, choosing us to experience a part of life very few get the privilege to experience (the pride, the joy, the sadness, the learning, the love, the trust, and the opprotunites that come if only you release long enough to recieve.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, life with the military can be hard, but before you think it's all horrible, just remember there are positives to everything as well. Sure, my heart aches when I crawl into bed alone each night, but we will be together again real soon. My heart aches at the though of our children without daddy for Christmas or their birthdays, but we have love and we as a family will prevail. Of course, if this was the start of the deployment I'd be singing in another tone (I know better to be honest). But that's the joy of life's journey. Just because you start off one way, doesn't mean you have to end the same way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/439523498273638849-5984194560895680904?l=onthewrongfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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