<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-8838186174904341357</id><updated>2024-09-16T12:13:16.595-07:00</updated><category term="love"/><category term="life"/><category term="relationships"/><category term="marriage"/><category term="army"/><category term="happiness"/><category term="long distance"/><category term="reality"/><category term="army wife deployments love"/><category term="baby fever"/><category term="change"/><category term="children"/><category term="conception"/><category term="dogtags"/><category term="donts"/><category term="dos"/><category term="family"/><category term="freedom"/><category term="friends"/><category term="kids"/><category term="ladies"/><category term="love relationships  soldier"/><category term="love relationships conception soldier family"/><category term="military"/><category term="mommy to be"/><category term="nametapes"/><category term="poem army wife deployments love"/><category term="questions"/><category term="stron"/><category term="trust"/><category term="truth about love"/><title type='text'>Live.Laugh.Love</title><subtitle type='html'>live to laugh, laugh to love, love to live !&#xa;life is the song, love is the lyrics !</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838186174904341357/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Takeara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03856246330057930317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5eVlxbmNZ3s/TeNYbhL5nfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KesPLMU5VZU/s220/pic3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838186174904341357.post-2464817898690323498</id><published>2012-08-10T13:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-10T13:50:46.415-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="change"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="freedom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reality"/><title type='text'>Getting back into me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Update on me: i start school in august, going back to church soon, &amp;amp; im still married. Getting married is easy but honestly staying married is the task ! Dont get me wrong i LOVE&amp;#160; being able to be with one person who proclaims to love &amp;amp; appreciate me, but its the trials that makes things rocky. You find out things about your partner that was hidden while you were dating and lies that were told and sometimes you feel a world of emotion because you dont know whether to bring it up or hold it in(different story for a different time). Honestly any couple that is getting married or are newlyweds ....GET COUNSELING !!! it will be needed ! Its a great feeling to be able to express your feelings to your partner in a controlled enviorment with a mentor who isint &quot;playing sides&quot; ...i mean you can talk to your friends about whats going on... Why cant you talk to someone who is more willing to help ?? &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Anyway ive been dealing with alot personally, but im working on myself...&amp;#160; I want to get back independent, im ready to get myself back on track so i know if anything (God forbid) was to happen...i know where i stand... no ! I&#39;m not saying I&#39;m trying to leave my husband and make him feel like he&#39;s not needed... but sometimes I feel like things won&#39;t get done unless I put it in my own hands &amp;amp; in this way I can find who I am again in the process. I use to love my life now I feel like I&#39;m just &quot;here&quot;, somebody to occupy time. I&#39;m excited for the change I&#39;m trying to make I realize people who mean the most me either lie to me to keep me around..or they just tell me what I want to hear not to loose me and hurt my feelings ... idk but I&#39;m ready for much needed chance .. going back to school &amp;amp; church is a start...now on to looking for a job ! Oh yeah I&#39;m going back to the gym every so often too !! I&#39;m loving it..I&#39;m a great girl &amp;amp; I don&#39;t need anybody to tell me that.. the only thing that will hold me down is if I get knocked up... I&#39;m definately dodging that bullet !! I&#39;m not trying to slow down for nothing ... bout to hit my 20&#39;s I have a life to live !!!.... toodles (just thought you should know about my updates) :o)&lt;/p&gt;
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i just dont think im the right &quot;mom&quot; for the job right now... alot say i am, because im so generous and i think about everyone, so they KNOW my child will be well taken care of.. TRUE STORY my child will, promise you that, but will i ? when im confident enough to answer that question then thats when ill have my child :o)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #274e13;&quot;&gt;I cant wait to order mines soon !!!! i have been wanting one sooo badly, i would love more than anything to keep something of him close to my heart daily ! ( if any of you would like to know where to get this ill post a link at the bottom of the page where you can purchase one. hopefully money is right and i will purchase me and him one, so if her does so happen to get deployed, he doesnt have to look in his wallet to find where his heart is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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(link to the dogtags :&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.facebook.com/feathersdesigns&quot;&gt;https://www.facebook.com/feathersdesigns&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;
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this was my family today (uncle, aunt, grandaddy &amp;amp; two baby cousins) 10 people dies and my family are ok ( my grandad is still hospitalized but HES ALIVE ! GOD IS AWESOME ! &lt;/div&gt;
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1.) If she wasn’t emotional before, that is all about to change.&lt;br /&gt;
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2.) You getting a higher rank could just mean an automatic free lay.&lt;br /&gt;
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3.) Get her a pair of dog tags, ASAP, This is crucial, she will never take them off.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
4.) Most of the time, you losing reception during training is your fault. (Though, she will eventually understand)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
5.) Most of the time, everything is your fault. (This especially goes for when she is pregnant)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
6.) She WILL start talking like your guys and you talk, including using your last names.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
7.) Her patriotism could out-do most of your men… she will be proud… VERY proud.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
8.)
 Be Ready: your car will end up with a yellow ribbon magnet or an “I 
LOVE MY _____” sticker eventually. (if you have seperate cars, hers will
 DEFINITLY have these)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
9.) She will most likely need a pair of dog tags to hang from the car’s rear view mirror. (see 3)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
10.)
 Every week she’ll have “another song” that makes her think of you when 
you’re away. (And she’ll cry to it, even when you’re in the same room)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
11.) If youre married, she may know the base better than you do… Don’t take it personal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
12.) You will catch her comparing your relationship with “other couples” in the military constantly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
13.)
 She’ll make 5 million friends online, and talk to you about them all 
the time because her “old friends just don’t understand” like they do.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
14.)
 Don’t be shocked when she just drops civilian chicks out of her life 
like flies. (she mostly does this when they complain to her)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
15.)
 DO NOT if you love her, say anything about you not wanting to make her 
wait for you… (TRUST me men, YOU ARE WORTH every breath to these women, 
or they wouldn’t be here)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
16.) Most women actually do LOVE it when you are sweaty and dirty, even the girlie girls. it’s sexy as hell.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
17.)
 Only bring up the field once, say it clear, and don’t bring it up 
again. We will remember the time, the dates, like stone inside our mind.
 Don’t remind us.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
18.) You ARE our hero. That isn’t us 
being cute, it’s us swelling with pride, feeling like a princess 
everytime we glance over and you’re standing there.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
19.) 
Don’t worry about waking her up when you get a chance to call, trust me,
 she’s NOT sleeping. If she is, she’s been waiting for you to call all 
night, and fell asleep next to the phone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
20.) Leave at 
least 3 of your shirts for her… she’ll wear them all the time and if she
 doesn’t wear them out she WILL wear them to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
21.) 
No matter what she was like before, she is tough &amp;amp; harder than a 
rock now. She can handle anything, she will get through it, tears or no 
tears.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
22.) Don’t be discouraged or taken back from her 
strength. It comes with the territory. When in your arms, she’s still 
your queen, soft and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
23.) Your kids might see mommy as the one in charge for a while, it’s okay, they WILL respect you, just give it time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
24.) EVERYTHING in her life will be complicated, so she might not always get the simple things you say to her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
25.)
 Tag Chasers are her WORST enemy, she CAN and WILL spot these girls… 
random profain comments may come out of your little queens’ mouth… its 
okay, shes protecting her best asset…you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
26.) She will 
spend hours to look good on cam &amp;amp; pics for you, this is just a 
pasttime until you get home, be prepared for messy ponytails and comfy 
pants when you finally do get home.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
27.) Her favorite sentences from you start with “when i get home” or “when i get out”.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lastly guys,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
28.)
 No matter how much she’s changed, never forget that you mean the world 
to her, she loves you more than anything, and you will ALWAYS be her 
hero..whether you think you are one or not.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/feeds/2146489942763104308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/2012/01/military-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838186174904341357/posts/default/2146489942763104308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838186174904341357/posts/default/2146489942763104308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/2012/01/military-girl.html' title='Military Girl'/><author><name>Takeara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03856246330057930317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5eVlxbmNZ3s/TeNYbhL5nfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KesPLMU5VZU/s220/pic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838186174904341357.post-1770455570902072800</id><published>2012-01-02T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T00:35:59.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>our song(he doesnt know it yet) lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width=&quot;459&quot; height=&quot;344&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/STR5JUalPeM?fs=1&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i ran across this song about an hour ago &amp;amp;&amp;amp; it has been on repeat since !! dedicating this song to my love.... ily EADY &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/feeds/1770455570902072800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/2012/01/our-songhe-doesnt-know-it-yet-lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838186174904341357/posts/default/1770455570902072800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838186174904341357/posts/default/1770455570902072800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/2012/01/our-songhe-doesnt-know-it-yet-lol.html' title='our song(he doesnt know it yet) lol'/><author><name>Takeara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03856246330057930317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5eVlxbmNZ3s/TeNYbhL5nfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KesPLMU5VZU/s220/pic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/STR5JUalPeM/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838186174904341357.post-3579138167830341467</id><published>2011-10-15T14:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T04:21:44.624-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ladies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><title type='text'>Ladies pay attention</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Ladies: please stop going to your friends regarding the issues that s going on in your relationship. you are not in a relationship with your friends. you are currently in a relationship with him. Therefore, talking to your friends instead of confronting him is not going to solve the problems. In fact, talking to your friends might end up destroying your relationship and make you lose a good man who truly loved and cared about you in a way that no other man will. If there is any sort of lack of communication between you and your partner, it is essential that you and him both work on it because without good communication, confession, trust, respect for each other feelings or opinions, there is no relationship. confess your feelings to him doesn&#39;t necessarily means that you are complaining, he s not a good man, or he is not treating you right. it simply means that you highly valued your relationship, want to make the relationship work with him, want him to be a lover to you and also a best friend that you can talk to about anything without getting in an argument&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; But I can promise that for as many tears of sadness and frustration and anger that are shed there will be double that of tears of pride. I can promise you that for every time you are away from me, I will learn to cherish the times that you are with me. In everything I will honor you and honor your sacrifice. I can promise to teach our children to do the same. I will use every moment that you are not with them to show them the amazing man that you are through my actions and my pride. I can promise that there will never be a night where you are not the subject of my final prayer and the keeper of my dreams. I promise to try to be understanding that there are many things I will never understand. I promise to keep you with me in everything and to do my best to keep grace in this life. I will be strong for you as you are strong for me and I will carry you with me in every moment until your sandy boots again sit just inside our door.&lt;br&gt;
- for the love of my life..... my bestfriend..my everything... even though it hurts were not together.. ill still love you forever&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/feeds/852199964789893891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-promise-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838186174904341357/posts/default/852199964789893891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838186174904341357/posts/default/852199964789893891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-promise-to-you.html' title='My promise to you'/><author><name>Takeara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03856246330057930317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5eVlxbmNZ3s/TeNYbhL5nfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KesPLMU5VZU/s220/pic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838186174904341357.post-6394822512626154966</id><published>2011-09-20T23:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T23:49:56.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}&quot;&gt;this made me really think about what its gotta be like to be him &quot;A story: A man fires a rifle for many years; And he goes to war. And afterward he turns the rifle in at the armoury; And he believes he&#39;s finished with the rifle. But no matter what else he might do with his hands, love a woman, build a house, change his son&#39;s diaper; His hands still remember the rifle.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/feeds/6394822512626154966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-made-me-really-think-about-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838186174904341357/posts/default/6394822512626154966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838186174904341357/posts/default/6394822512626154966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-made-me-really-think-about-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Takeara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03856246330057930317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5eVlxbmNZ3s/TeNYbhL5nfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KesPLMU5VZU/s220/pic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838186174904341357.post-1875278860148248170</id><published>2011-09-13T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T23:19:24.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok that last blog was purely out of anger/emotion... i love my future husband, and we go through things just like anybody else.. but the true test in any relationship, is to be able to hold hands after each disagreement &amp;lt;3 it took me some time to actually grasp that phrase but i mean i feel like its so relevant to my life</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/feeds/1875278860148248170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/2011/09/ok-that-last-blog-was-purely-out-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838186174904341357/posts/default/1875278860148248170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838186174904341357/posts/default/1875278860148248170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/2011/09/ok-that-last-blog-was-purely-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Takeara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03856246330057930317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5eVlxbmNZ3s/TeNYbhL5nfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KesPLMU5VZU/s220/pic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838186174904341357.post-6367662476752589354</id><published>2011-09-11T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T01:37:55.482-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happiness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><title type='text'>??</title><content type='html'>i dont know what to do, my head hurts, i cant think, i cant sleep !! i just feel like nothings going right anymore. the other day i thought i was pregnant and &amp;nbsp;in my mind i was like this is NOT the time(i had a dream about one, i woke up scared) ! i feel like my relationship is not 100 anymore since this crazy mess, i mean its not his fault or mines just reality and this thing called life.. well maybe it is our faults i ont reall know...but im just gonna get my mind focused back on the thing that i kno best... school !! maybe ill start dancing or singing or working...i need something that allows me to get away from everything and everybody..i love being alone ... i wonder if thats how im supposed to end up..all my relationships end up a mess. but it is what it is !</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/feeds/6367662476752589354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838186174904341357/posts/default/6367662476752589354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838186174904341357/posts/default/6367662476752589354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='??'/><author><name>Takeara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03856246330057930317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5eVlxbmNZ3s/TeNYbhL5nfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KesPLMU5VZU/s220/pic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838186174904341357.post-8013743879388340274</id><published>2011-09-05T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T00:20:00.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}&quot;&gt;If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/feeds/8013743879388340274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-we-have-no-peace-it-is-because-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838186174904341357/posts/default/8013743879388340274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838186174904341357/posts/default/8013743879388340274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-we-have-no-peace-it-is-because-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Takeara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03856246330057930317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5eVlxbmNZ3s/TeNYbhL5nfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KesPLMU5VZU/s220/pic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838186174904341357.post-6177003693876997579</id><published>2011-08-25T17:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T17:36:54.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a lil soem :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;There she goes again, smiling like he&#39;s home, laughing a voice of a child.&lt;br /&gt;
Her words of wisdom, make you think she been around a while.&lt;br /&gt;
The shine in her smile catches most hearts.&lt;br /&gt;
You see her out and never would you think, she&#39;s alone most of her nights.&lt;br /&gt;
In her eyes, there are neither rich nor poor.&lt;br /&gt;
With her touch no broken heart aches for too long.&lt;br /&gt;
She walks tomorrow but her mind rests in flashbacks of those moments with him till sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;
No surprise to anyone that she buries emotions, that&#39;s all she has known, is to live for everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;
She lives out &quot;No woman is complete without chap-stick and polish on her toes&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Her motto is &quot;Life is about giving&quot; making people smile, makes her smile.&lt;br /&gt;
She wouldn&#39;t dare to show her misery or loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;
What kind of soldier&#39;s love would she be?&lt;br /&gt;
She&#39;s trying to bloom right where she is planted.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;That&#39;s life, sometimes it hurts, but it&#39;s all we got&quot; she says.&lt;br /&gt;
She preaches that &quot;Happiness is a choice&quot; so her ability to live up to that is 100% effort.&lt;br /&gt;
You will never feel her soaken pillow or hear the desperate prayers, nor the sound of a separation in her ears.&lt;br /&gt;
All you will see is her big heart still dances with HOPE like absolutely no other.&lt;br /&gt;
Her smile still brightens with pride, in her soldier, along with his fellow men.&lt;br /&gt;
He is the man of her life and no deployment or Army can take that away.&lt;br /&gt;
She is just doing her duty on this side of the world.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/feeds/6177003693876997579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/2011/08/lil-soem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838186174904341357/posts/default/6177003693876997579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838186174904341357/posts/default/6177003693876997579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/2011/08/lil-soem.html' title='a lil soem :)'/><author><name>Takeara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03856246330057930317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5eVlxbmNZ3s/TeNYbhL5nfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KesPLMU5VZU/s220/pic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838186174904341357.post-8809311029079120070</id><published>2011-08-22T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T22:24:49.846-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="donts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dos"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><title type='text'>things you cant do once your married</title><content type='html'>1)&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;Get drag-out, stumble-down drunk:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;there is nothing sexy about stumbling out of a bar or club. Getting this out of your system is the purpose of a&amp;nbsp;men/women&amp;nbsp;party.(personally i wouldnt even drink &amp;amp; have strippers nd ish at mines)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;Sleepovers with the girls/guys:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;When you’re single you can stay out late, stay up chatting at your girls/boys house and crash. Not when you’re married !. You have a husband/wife, a household. Only on rare, if ever, occasions should you be out so late that you “can’t make it” home. GNO’s(girls night out), v-cations, and other girls-only/men-only overnight activities are very limited for married couples, (not saying u cant to do, just dont over do it). If you’re itching to be away from home, alone, you and your spouse have some things to work out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;Go to the club dressed like a video model (women) :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;s it going to be the boobs or butt? Pick one but not both. A married woman should be sexy not hoe-ish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Your husband won’t mind other men getting a sneak peek (well mines do, and i dont mind the way he feels), but he&#39;s not okay with them getting the full coverage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;Solo dinner dates with men:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;may be done for business purposes or with a long-time friend with the best of intentions, but it gives off the wrong vibe. Outsiders, who may see you out, call your husband/wife and bring drama to your home. Not worth it. Lunch is much more appropriate and professional for solo male-female meetings(but please call your spouse before you do anything).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;“Network” after 10PM : &amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;its not okay for you to be facebooking when your man/woman just walked in from a long day of work, put your phone on the charger and give them the time and attention they&amp;nbsp;deserve.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;Buy shoes/clothes instead of paying bills :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Late and missed bill payments have an adverse effect you&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style=&quot;background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;and&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;your spouse. In marriage, “we” comes before “I” when making decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;* these are the things that i see &amp;amp; hear from married people, and what i feel ruins most relationships... make every day like its your &quot;first time&quot; put God first and your marriage will be okay :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/feeds/8809311029079120070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/2011/08/things-you-cant-do-once-your-married.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838186174904341357/posts/default/8809311029079120070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838186174904341357/posts/default/8809311029079120070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/2011/08/things-you-cant-do-once-your-married.html' title='things you cant do once your married'/><author><name>Takeara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03856246330057930317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5eVlxbmNZ3s/TeNYbhL5nfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KesPLMU5VZU/s220/pic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838186174904341357.post-6860873364992427632</id><published>2011-08-16T16:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T17:10:31.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do I do?*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;It hurt me more than anything to see him hurt the way he did. The part that even hurt the most was.... I couldn&#39;t do anything to help ! I did all I could to make her change her mind, but hell has no fury like a woman scorned. This was the hardest thing ever . What do I do ?? I&#39;m 100+miles away... I just wanted to hold him ! and reasure him that this battle is far from lost or over. But how can I reasure him on something that&#39;s not even mine ?? Something I had no input creating. I could just give him a child ? I&#39;ll do anything to have him happy ! But that can create an even bigger problem. creating another baby won&#39;t replace the one he originally created, its nothing like your first born ! I would know! I remember when I was in that position, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; hurt because he had no chance to even experience my love.. I was truly hurt, I wanted him back.. and I would do whatever I could to get him back. Till I realized, somethings you gotta let go .. but that&#39;s besides the point back to my love, what do I do ? Even if I tried to make him happy again and give him his hearts desire, what&#39;s the oods it&#39;ll be a girl?? Then I would feel like I let him down. Maybe I should give him time to himself... I&#39;m really lost right now. I know that he&#39;s gonna fight this and I&#39;m down with him to the very end.. but in the end I feel like every day its a what happens next ??&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/feeds/6860873364992427632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-do-i-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838186174904341357/posts/default/6860873364992427632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838186174904341357/posts/default/6860873364992427632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-do-i-do.html' title='What do I do?*'/><author><name>Takeara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03856246330057930317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5eVlxbmNZ3s/TeNYbhL5nfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KesPLMU5VZU/s220/pic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838186174904341357.post-8831063412438676201</id><published>2011-08-10T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T20:56:07.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit of everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soo I had a minor talk with my mother today about getting married, I usually don&#39;t like the talks because I find them very strange and kinda uncomfortable but this one was okay..... I kinda eased thru the subject, because I&#39;d feel better if &quot;he&quot; was here with me but, army calls. I got the total opposite response from what I expected. Her feelings where like mines, she feels as though we should begin marriage counseling to learn more about who we are begining to be as a couple. (Its not like we have kids together??) But its hard because his deployment soon :/ . She was also concerned about the &quot;transition&quot;, we reside in two different states so its kinda hard. I have this friend named Alice who&#39;s going thru the same exact thing but except her and her fiance decided to get married in september, while he stays in GA and get the housing and everything situated, while she stays in Jacksonville until after her semester of school is done. I liked that idea ! Soo idk yet, I&#39;m praying everything works out &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I&#39;m doing it a day at a time :o) &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/feeds/8831063412438676201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/2011/08/bit-of-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838186174904341357/posts/default/8831063412438676201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838186174904341357/posts/default/8831063412438676201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/2011/08/bit-of-everything.html' title='A bit of everything'/><author><name>Takeara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03856246330057930317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5eVlxbmNZ3s/TeNYbhL5nfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KesPLMU5VZU/s220/pic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838186174904341357.post-5489660461426643102</id><published>2011-07-26T18:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T19:20:04.755-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="long distance"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trust"/><title type='text'>One less lonely girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Long distance relationships aren&#39;t as easy I thought it was. The moments I can&#39;t hear from you are the moments that take my breath away. &lt;br&gt;
I honestly hate my past relationships. They cause insecurity within myself. It&#39;s always questions that run through my mind that in reality scare me. It&#39;s always where is he?? Who is he with?? What is he doing?? The possibility of answers make me hurt so bad.&lt;br&gt;
It&#39;s not that I don&#39;t trust him, I trust my man its just the insecurity within myself.&lt;br&gt;
Why am I doing this to myself?? To him?? I don&#39;t know why. No man should have to suffer from a &quot;past&quot; when he could be the one trying to make a future. Now he has to sit and deal with a broken heart that he has to mend? That&#39;s unfair! , I&#39;m on the phone upset with him over something I think he could&#39;ve been doing but he isint.&lt;br&gt;
I know that I love him and wouldn&#39;t think twice about it, I&#39;ve never a acted like this before ! I fein for his attention and when I have it I feel like one less lonely girl, but when I call only to go to voicemail I go crazy. &lt;br&gt;
How many I told ya and start overs and shoulders have I cried on before? &lt;br&gt;
How many promises, let&#39;s be honest, how many tears have I let hit the floor.&lt;br&gt;
How many bags have I packed just to take a guy back, lettme tell u that how many either ors?&lt;br&gt;
Theirs no more since I let him inside my world ! I have a great man I hope he knows it I&#39;m one less lonely girl !&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/feeds/5489660461426643102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/2011/07/one-less-lonely-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838186174904341357/posts/default/5489660461426643102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838186174904341357/posts/default/5489660461426643102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/2011/07/one-less-lonely-girl.html' title='One less lonely girl'/><author><name>Takeara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03856246330057930317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5eVlxbmNZ3s/TeNYbhL5nfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KesPLMU5VZU/s220/pic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838186174904341357.post-3995354181633982117</id><published>2011-07-26T13:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T13:32:29.931-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love relationships conception soldier family"/><title type='text'>Conception ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Conception has been a tending topic in my life for some odd reason for a couple weeks now. I been weighting the pros and cons of the situation. Many ppl in my family have been expecting to hear the words &quot; I&#39;m pregnant&quot; since the age of 16, some generational thing that I&#39;ve been able to shake. But now I&#39;m at a point in my life where I&#39;m happily engaged to this amazing man that I love, so this will be some thing that will definitely come up sooner or later.&lt;br&gt;
The idea of me having a life growing inside me, something that I have to bond with for 9 months sounds great even better wen sharing it with the one that helped me create it.&lt;br&gt;
I date a soldier, who will be getting deployed soon(just thinking about it, I want to cry) I don&#39;t want to be pregnant alone, but I also feel that it could be a good thing because everyday while he&#39;s gone, I have something to remind me of why I&#39;m in love. It&#39;ll also make me feel excited to know that when he comes home, he&#39;s coming home to his &quot;family&quot; and not just his &quot;wife&quot; &lt;br&gt;
My love has a baby from a previous relationship, which I vow to treat him as my own, I love him because I know that&#39;s where my future husbands heart will be, I hope and pray when little jermaine arrives all will be well&lt;br&gt;
I don&#39;t know how this will go, but I&#39;m ready for anything that happens but when it does I just want to be happy as a family (: &lt;br&gt;
Well wishing us luck on our life..... I love my soldier.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/feeds/3995354181633982117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/2011/07/conception_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838186174904341357/posts/default/3995354181633982117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838186174904341357/posts/default/3995354181633982117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/2011/07/conception_26.html' title='Conception ??'/><author><name>Takeara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03856246330057930317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5eVlxbmNZ3s/TeNYbhL5nfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KesPLMU5VZU/s220/pic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838186174904341357.post-832129036178600309</id><published>2011-06-22T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T01:32:40.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DR7QCxoOIPk/TgI0_Gx3VYI/AAAAAAAAABs/0pzf4IR1NmU/s1600/pizap.com13087663053771.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DR7QCxoOIPk/TgI0_Gx3VYI/AAAAAAAAABs/0pzf4IR1NmU/s320/pizap.com13087663053771.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i love this man, God gave him to me right on time :), never felt a love quite like his, i pray to never stop ! i pray for him everyday more than i do myself ! i love to hear his heartbeat only because it plays my favorite song. his family is amazing just as well as mine i feel as though he is the one he makes me so happy words cant even explain. he makes me feel secure when im feeling&amp;nbsp;insecure&amp;nbsp;i can run to him when i feel an empty space.... he makes my incomplete life complete ! :o)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/feeds/832129036178600309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838186174904341357/posts/default/832129036178600309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838186174904341357/posts/default/832129036178600309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-love.html' title='my love'/><author><name>Takeara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03856246330057930317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5eVlxbmNZ3s/TeNYbhL5nfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KesPLMU5VZU/s220/pic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DR7QCxoOIPk/TgI0_Gx3VYI/AAAAAAAAABs/0pzf4IR1NmU/s72-c/pizap.com13087663053771.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838186174904341357.post-6769644239321968258</id><published>2011-06-05T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T18:38:54.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The kiss that said it all !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxLoPrdVFCkjYjKVfoskdeXUBaBTm1ganEAPa0sXp1QYM9dQ7ZlT2gRQHvGFfhb03pPuIc5ZCyMsRgPHwO1QFePd33Wd2qdFz0OboYywL83MDMsjwUbWN45vmde4i4sB9jzs47KIPCPOmA/s1600/248204_215513465137709_100000371715173_699868_7468392_s.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxLoPrdVFCkjYjKVfoskdeXUBaBTm1ganEAPa0sXp1QYM9dQ7ZlT2gRQHvGFfhb03pPuIc5ZCyMsRgPHwO1QFePd33Wd2qdFz0OboYywL83MDMsjwUbWN45vmde4i4sB9jzs47KIPCPOmA/s400/248204_215513465137709_100000371715173_699868_7468392_s.jpg&quot; width=&quot;301&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
to the people who say the first kiss tells you all you need to know : i believe you ! the moment i kissed my solider i knu my life was complete... their was no end for us, but yet, we are only starting the beginning &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;tú eres mi corazón y yo siempre te amaré (you are my heart and i will ALWAYS love you !&lt;/blockquote&gt;he&#39;s the one for me, my llife and my strength, he loves me and he gives me his best even on those days i feel like i have nothing left to give him. i love you brandon lytrell eady</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/feeds/6769644239321968258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/2011/06/kiss-that-said-it-all-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838186174904341357/posts/default/6769644239321968258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838186174904341357/posts/default/6769644239321968258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/2011/06/kiss-that-said-it-all-i.html' title='The kiss that said it all !'/><author><name>Takeara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03856246330057930317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5eVlxbmNZ3s/TeNYbhL5nfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KesPLMU5VZU/s220/pic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxLoPrdVFCkjYjKVfoskdeXUBaBTm1ganEAPa0sXp1QYM9dQ7ZlT2gRQHvGFfhb03pPuIc5ZCyMsRgPHwO1QFePd33Wd2qdFz0OboYywL83MDMsjwUbWN45vmde4i4sB9jzs47KIPCPOmA/s72-c/248204_215513465137709_100000371715173_699868_7468392_s.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838186174904341357.post-5643161000565431738</id><published>2011-06-01T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T20:37:41.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj20hNDWoMbDRLno3JCdXWGjixILSbwjvLoz2imGasRPBuFZ1KQ4ZhBkLq-qgGSkyijqbZZcO7pt1Rk21J4USsQrr-hO6cEeWsgI-f38vSulWFaNomQ6HWk3s2SjDfYew3kvZ0ca7CcUG4y/s1600/Nubian+Love.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;248&quot; width=&quot;216&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj20hNDWoMbDRLno3JCdXWGjixILSbwjvLoz2imGasRPBuFZ1KQ4ZhBkLq-qgGSkyijqbZZcO7pt1Rk21J4USsQrr-hO6cEeWsgI-f38vSulWFaNomQ6HWk3s2SjDfYew3kvZ0ca7CcUG4y/s320/Nubian+Love.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;Seduce my mind and you can have my body,find my soul and im yours forever&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Z1E2L1w-FUlPYeO3RWdhXVjhed0dxFCxn-1HpwJFKMbQLc-l1f8ea80kGIkBmsQJfFKXVlt9yJ0xlWIlKqCMZd5Yoq5BEQH83JKuRklC-8kNR6EnOP8Z1kAnSTwFNViDwy-_ExbTGKl6/s1600/love.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;287&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Z1E2L1w-FUlPYeO3RWdhXVjhed0dxFCxn-1HpwJFKMbQLc-l1f8ea80kGIkBmsQJfFKXVlt9yJ0xlWIlKqCMZd5Yoq5BEQH83JKuRklC-8kNR6EnOP8Z1kAnSTwFNViDwy-_ExbTGKl6/s320/love.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i cant tell that your tired of being lonely, dont let go baby hold me ! things will get better if you just hold my hand ! &lt;/blockquote&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/feeds/5643161000565431738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/2011/06/seduce-my-mind-and-you-can-have-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838186174904341357/posts/default/5643161000565431738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838186174904341357/posts/default/5643161000565431738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/2011/06/seduce-my-mind-and-you-can-have-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Takeara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03856246330057930317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5eVlxbmNZ3s/TeNYbhL5nfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KesPLMU5VZU/s220/pic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj20hNDWoMbDRLno3JCdXWGjixILSbwjvLoz2imGasRPBuFZ1KQ4ZhBkLq-qgGSkyijqbZZcO7pt1Rk21J4USsQrr-hO6cEeWsgI-f38vSulWFaNomQ6HWk3s2SjDfYew3kvZ0ca7CcUG4y/s72-c/Nubian+Love.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838186174904341357.post-2266155004499749962</id><published>2011-05-31T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T12:52:37.882-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="truth about love"/><title type='text'>Unexpected love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-3UI030XLmsMYo6TVCveGiehLQCfTAbveZzUq7RzrIqPOtdSHOum_eOo0HVA_MmSci8RE-7omkaWpDwNW4GrpE2dDfLVKaHRFn2S3aY1wnYLNWGnZIp5rIjyueT6kx3cGmcYo5r-a3xGo/s1600/221886_110483849035638_100002220699255_100487_113691_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-3UI030XLmsMYo6TVCveGiehLQCfTAbveZzUq7RzrIqPOtdSHOum_eOo0HVA_MmSci8RE-7omkaWpDwNW4GrpE2dDfLVKaHRFn2S3aY1wnYLNWGnZIp5rIjyueT6kx3cGmcYo5r-a3xGo/s320/221886_110483849035638_100002220699255_100487_113691_n.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Love is unpredictable, but once it hits you, you will know ! its crazy when love hits you when its totally unexpected. To have met someone who truly loves youu, and you have grown to love them back, its incredible. Their are people who run from love and those who embrace it with a burning passion, whichever way you choose, love ALWAYS hits its mark. &lt;blockquote&gt;When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the desire to mate every second of the day. It is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every part of your body. No... don&#39;t blush. I am telling you some truths. For that is just being in love; which any of us can convince ourselves we are. 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style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgRNdHsrzNl2CeCvXq-xyxkdQB64xu63XrW8KOwNJwjvS3tM6XmYXSAGjXukLzbWGzVQcbF0QbtMe0SFcx3HGwRJfkHdlSYCzq-MrBc9-gV44uGLl54r3CKhcBJaK-f9hlhkGWS9xQDu75/s1600/Picnik+collage.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;250&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgRNdHsrzNl2CeCvXq-xyxkdQB64xu63XrW8KOwNJwjvS3tM6XmYXSAGjXukLzbWGzVQcbF0QbtMe0SFcx3HGwRJfkHdlSYCzq-MrBc9-gV44uGLl54r3CKhcBJaK-f9hlhkGWS9xQDu75/s400/Picnik+collage.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I&#39;m&amp;nbsp;not the perfect army girlfriend, our distance sometimes get to me and i feel as though nothing is right while he is gone. I think about how amazing it would be to have my&amp;nbsp;solider&amp;nbsp;home all the time, and their may even be times when he will be home ill push him away so it&amp;nbsp;doesn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;hurt so bad when he leaves again. at night I&amp;nbsp;began to cry &amp;nbsp;because its hard to stay strong for the both of us, but when i stop to think about how&amp;nbsp;much&amp;nbsp;i love my man i am proud to be an army girlfriend ! i have only known him for a short amount of time, but i feel like my life has been with him thru eternity. Its crazy what our friends say, cuz we gone and they try and figure us out baby, we aint gotta front nor pretend cuz you know they gone hate, talk behind out back, &amp;amp; smile up in our face, but we gone prove em wrong &amp;amp;&amp;amp; show them how its done ! i accept his flaws and past mistakes and&amp;nbsp;through&amp;nbsp;it all ill have his hand,&amp;nbsp;after all&amp;nbsp;i am his girlfriend ! i love you SPC Eady 5/12/2011</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/feeds/2005136206039596699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/2011/05/only-strong-survive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838186174904341357/posts/default/2005136206039596699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838186174904341357/posts/default/2005136206039596699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/2011/05/only-strong-survive.html' title='Only the strong survive'/><author><name>Takeara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03856246330057930317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5eVlxbmNZ3s/TeNYbhL5nfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KesPLMU5VZU/s220/pic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgRNdHsrzNl2CeCvXq-xyxkdQB64xu63XrW8KOwNJwjvS3tM6XmYXSAGjXukLzbWGzVQcbF0QbtMe0SFcx3HGwRJfkHdlSYCzq-MrBc9-gV44uGLl54r3CKhcBJaK-f9hlhkGWS9xQDu75/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8838186174904341357.post-5631583750230625423</id><published>2011-05-30T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T17:43:07.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fam(ily)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHSREcqYMXmRQgmR9LIC5qFqefWpBdbuTmVcUikdSsc2Un-5Em07GsxiXDVyFhyphenhyphenH8eeVImjfXy8QQFOx2fl5SPo2guSeD9segu49UOuoASOFMc3_Tm7uVzaPkn-7a5_aFOnT1FjKT8nODy/s1600/P1030588.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHSREcqYMXmRQgmR9LIC5qFqefWpBdbuTmVcUikdSsc2Un-5Em07GsxiXDVyFhyphenhyphenH8eeVImjfXy8QQFOx2fl5SPo2guSeD9segu49UOuoASOFMc3_Tm7uVzaPkn-7a5_aFOnT1FjKT8nODy/s320/P1030588.JPG&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: georgia, &#39;bookman old style&#39;, &#39;palatino linotype&#39;, &#39;book antiqua&#39;, palatino, &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, &#39;avante garde&#39;, &#39;century gothic&#39;, &#39;comic sans ms&#39;, times, &#39;times new roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Family quarrels have a total bitterness unmatched by others.&amp;nbsp; Yet it sometimes happens that they also have a kind of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: georgia, &#39;bookman old style&#39;, &#39;palatino linotype&#39;, &#39;book antiqua&#39;, palatino, &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, &#39;avante garde&#39;, &#39;century gothic&#39;, &#39;comic sans ms&#39;, times, &#39;times new roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: georgia, &#39;bookman old style&#39;, &#39;palatino linotype&#39;, &#39;book antiqua&#39;, palatino, &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, &#39;avante garde&#39;, &#39;century gothic&#39;, &#39;comic sans ms&#39;, times, &#39;times new roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;tang&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: georgia, &#39;bookman old style&#39;, &#39;palatino linotype&#39;, &#39;book antiqua&#39;, palatino, &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, &#39;avante garde&#39;, &#39;century gothic&#39;, &#39;comic sans ms&#39;, times, &#39;times new roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;, a pleasantness beneath the unpleasantness, based on the tacit understanding that this is not for keeps; that any limb you climb out on will still be there later for you to climb back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: georgia, &#39;bookman old style&#39;, &#39;palatino linotype&#39;, &#39;book antiqua&#39;, palatino, &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, &#39;avante garde&#39;, &#39;century gothic&#39;, &#39;comic sans ms&#39;, times, &#39;times new roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;You don&#39;t choose your family.&amp;nbsp; They are God&#39;s gift to you, as you are to them&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/feeds/5631583750230625423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/2011/05/family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838186174904341357/posts/default/5631583750230625423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8838186174904341357/posts/default/5631583750230625423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keewee819.blogspot.com/2011/05/family.html' title='Fam(ily)'/><author><name>Takeara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03856246330057930317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5eVlxbmNZ3s/TeNYbhL5nfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KesPLMU5VZU/s220/pic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHSREcqYMXmRQgmR9LIC5qFqefWpBdbuTmVcUikdSsc2Un-5Em07GsxiXDVyFhyphenhyphenH8eeVImjfXy8QQFOx2fl5SPo2guSeD9segu49UOuoASOFMc3_Tm7uVzaPkn-7a5_aFOnT1FjKT8nODy/s72-c/P1030588.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>