<?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-21172797</id><updated>2024-11-01T05:50:09.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life</title><subtitle type='html'>The misspelled ramblings of an Army wife. Who happens to be raising 5 kiddos and still doesn&#39;t know what I will do once I have my degree.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Reasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01893916034601828269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>340</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172797.post-8128772658550556166</id><published>2012-12-29T15:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-12-29T15:50:30.975-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am blogging again, just not here, but &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.itsgoing.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Hubby&amp;nbsp;is getting out of the Army and I am on a different thought path. So I decided to start blogging again. I have had weight loss surgery, and we are now off post. Hubby is looking for jobs and the most promising looks to take him away every so often. Not sure how to feel about that one but it is better than what is here in town.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am also working part time from home, and am not enjoying it. I am also in the ob field once again. I now know I need part time that allows me to be available to my Kiddos and Hubby.&lt;br /&gt;
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So now you have the jist of my life, come join me in my new place. Hope to see you soon.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/feeds/8128772658550556166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21172797/8128772658550556166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/8128772658550556166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/8128772658550556166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/2012/12/i-am-blogging-again-just-not-here-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Reasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01893916034601828269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172797.post-7149411150655024190</id><published>2012-04-16T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-04-16T21:35:23.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oi! Is about all I can say without laughing, cause if I cry, I may never stop. I am awaiting results to see if I have sleep apnea and if I need a CPAP. If I need a CPAP then I have to be in&amp;nbsp;compliance&amp;nbsp;for 30 days before they will send my packet up for surgery. Only roadblock I have run into.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am on the hunt for a JOB. Yes I am jumping back into the workforce after to many years to count. I have two good leads and things I never thought I would qualify for. I am praying that God gives me MY job and it works for my family.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now I am off to do some studying and a little Bones.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/feeds/7149411150655024190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21172797/7149411150655024190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/7149411150655024190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/7149411150655024190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/2012/04/oi-is-about-all-i-can-say-without.html' title=''/><author><name>Reasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01893916034601828269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172797.post-1239586841020118756</id><published>2012-03-18T22:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-03-18T22:27:28.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, tomorrow I have another doctor&#39;s appointment. I have done a breathing test and am awaiting the results of that and to see if I need a sleep study. Sometimes I think all the testing that is being done is because I have insurance and I may not have it soon so lets find everything wrong with me now.&lt;br /&gt;
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We have heard that the NARSUM (go &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.west-point.org/users/usma1991/48648/mebinstruction.htm&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and you can find out what that is and the whole MEB process is) is back but have no appointment to look into it as of yet. I just need to know what the VA says so I can start planning for my future and move on from this army life. I will miss it but it is time to start a new chapter.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kiddos are doing awesome. Ready for the pool to open and be fish again. I miss my girls and hope we can get get together soon.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/feeds/1239586841020118756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21172797/1239586841020118756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/1239586841020118756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/1239586841020118756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/2012/03/so-tomorrow-i-have-another-doctors.html' title=''/><author><name>Reasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01893916034601828269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172797.post-1585312448566713926</id><published>2012-03-06T09:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-03-06T09:49:36.275-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life has been crazy the last few months. The van was in the shop, spent a weekend with some wonderful ladies and had a couple of birthdays thrown in and add the holidays to that mix and I was nuts. A little more than usual. I need to write again so here I am. Writing and spilling my guts out there for the world to read. A few rules will go with my renewed sense of writing; 1. No hating, on anything; i.e.&amp;nbsp;grammar, spelling how I how things. I write what is MY life right now so I can see it for what I see it. 2. Do NOT discount me or my thoughts because I do NOT put it all out there for the world to see. 3. Love life. It is that simple.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, back to my wonderful, crazy life. It has been some of the most wonderful and horrible times rolled up into one. Losing Mom has been the worst thing ever, but in some ways one of the greatest moments of my life. I love her with all of my heart and learned so much from her. I know in the future I will be able to understand some of the things she was trying to teach me till the end. SO I will always have her and that is why I can say that losing my Mom is one of the greatest things. Plus she made heaven her home and I will get to see her again one day.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sweetness is growing into such a wonderful young lady. She had her first JROTC Military Ball this past weekend, is amazing at all she does and has a heart of pure goodness and joy. The boys are the boys. Big Man is still searching for a job but helping my Dad out greatly. We are talking more and wounds are healing. The younger three, well, let&#39;s just say that they are like their father. Finding the good in all and everyone. They bless me with smiles and laughter when I do not feel it and remind life is not a hard, complicated thing to live, we make it that way.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now to the real reason I am blogging again. I have started on a journey to lose weight. And I want to write it down and share it with the world. I have been trying to lose weight for years. And it worked against me to exercise like I wanted and needed to. The times I spent in wheelchairs and on canes was depressing. I need to lose weight to decrease the risk of certain&amp;nbsp;diseases&amp;nbsp;and to be around for my kiddos and future&amp;nbsp;grand-kids. My blood pressure has been on the rise, I am vitiam&amp;nbsp;deficient&amp;nbsp;and &amp;nbsp;just do not like the way I look. So, I went to my PCM (primary care doctor) and asked for a referral for bariatic surgery. Yep, surgery is going to be a main tool for me to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have done diet programs, exercises and followed doctor&#39;s orders to the t. Even tried a few over the counter herbal things, all for nothing but a few pounds in four or five months. And I mean like 3 or 4 pounds in four or five months. It is very heartbreaking to feel better and know you are doing good but the weight stays on. And if you do the work outs you love you have a good chance of not walking or being able to care for your family.&lt;br /&gt;
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And let me say the process has been easy. Tricare has pulled through for me each and&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp;without question. The doctors I chose my my surgery are awesome and very supportive. I have to see a cardiologist for a heart&amp;nbsp;mummer&amp;nbsp;that is non&amp;nbsp;existent&amp;nbsp;now, and have a sleep test before they can clear me for surgery. I do those things this month. I started after my girls weekend in Florida, back in January.&lt;br /&gt;
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The diet changes have started, the many pills a day to rectify the vitiam&amp;nbsp;deficiency&amp;nbsp;are started and the high blood pressure meds are started. All with joy and not forgetting to take them because I need to change my body so I can go out and do the things I need to and not worry about my health.&lt;br /&gt;
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The life change is going to be large and has begun. I am cutting out some of my favorite foods, and have done away with almost all the sweet drinks from my diet, even diet ones. And do not miss them. I have done this before and just like before with the added exercise I am still not losing but I am feeling better. Now it is time to get my outside appearance to look like my inside appearance.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/feeds/1585312448566713926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21172797/1585312448566713926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/1585312448566713926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/1585312448566713926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/2012/03/life-has-been-crazy-last-few-months.html' title=''/><author><name>Reasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01893916034601828269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172797.post-4783820438872963734</id><published>2011-11-03T17:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T17:05:51.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I have been a military spouse for over 18 years and a military brat for longer than that, barely. As I look at the current pace of op tempo, troop draw down, and the slow down in recruitment I wonder if we are closer to being the military pre 9-11. Could it be possible Hubby will be home to see more than half a school year, have no worries of missing a high school graduation and for us to actually live in the same country for more than 6 to 8 months a year? It is a good feeling but also a tad bit disturbing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I have always loved the military life, no lie, I did and do. As a family we are looking at the possibility of not being a military family. And it is not due to anything my husband or I have done. We are not ready for retirement and had planned on spending a few more years being an Army family. Now it is clear we may not be one, I will be able to say we are a family, just minus the military. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;This is a life we have chosen together because of our hearts and desire to serve our country and the people of our country. This is a calling that is no different than being a doctor, lawyer or teacher. It is a call to serve. Nothing more and nothing less. And to have the possibility of that being taken away is not only unreal but daunting. Questions begin to arise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Questions like: Where will we go? What will we do? Do we buy a house here or wait? Will family want us closer? Do we want to be closer to family? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;As each day goes by I always ponder these questions. It is a fifty fifty chance we will be in the Army still or not. How can this thought not be in the forefront of our minds when I look at my kiddos and other families who are facing the same thing? All I do know is that we will soldier on as we always do and enjoy every minute together as a family.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/feeds/4783820438872963734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21172797/4783820438872963734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/4783820438872963734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/4783820438872963734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/2011/11/httpwifeof1momof5blogspotcom.html' title=''/><author><name>Reasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01893916034601828269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172797.post-5156707719165395967</id><published>2011-10-09T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T17:46:11.711-05:00</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/AVvXsEjdP_W5QskCQZoSPkyqWR8fPTG-WNjcFLxLylBo6uDh2zBegv61-uYmGc7-qFNenwPPHmjBo1zKvTvTOCGiWizdBkAZFbmBim2mi0z_Y4ZMMkp7gIEWI6MqShOlXhzFMe5pOJbW/s1600/DSCF0072.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;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdP_W5QskCQZoSPkyqWR8fPTG-WNjcFLxLylBo6uDh2zBegv61-uYmGc7-qFNenwPPHmjBo1zKvTvTOCGiWizdBkAZFbmBim2mi0z_Y4ZMMkp7gIEWI6MqShOlXhzFMe5pOJbW/s320/DSCF0072.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I had the honor to spend the summer taking care of my Mom during the  last stages of her battle with cancer. It during this&amp;nbsp; time that I  realized I did the same thing with her death as I do with Hubby&#39;s  deployments. I plan and know how I am going to handle things when the  time comes or a knock at the door. Anticipatory grief has seeped into  more areas of my life than I ever thought possible.&lt;br /&gt;
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What I had  thought would happen when the time came for my Mom was partly true. It  was a tough time but more manageable than I thought. At the time I was  dealing with the Hubby being deployed and waiting for the knock and  waiting for the turn in the road with my Mom. For two of the most  important people in my life I was imaging what I would be thinking and  doing if something happened to both at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was a  rough six to eight weeks,&amp;nbsp; waiting for a knock and dealing with my Mom.  Hubby was there as much as he could via internet and phone. Friends  stepped in and our church family took as much as the load off me as I  would allow. Yet no one could stop my mind seeing myself burying both my  Mom and Hubby at the same time. It did not happen but the thought was  always in the back of my mind that I would. It actually took me a minute  to realize that it was anticipatory grief I was dealing with, for both  Mom and Hubby. The only difference is we knew what the outcome would be  with my Mom.&lt;br /&gt;
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With Hubby I never know but always plan. Let me tell  you, having things planned out and ready to go is the best thing if  anything happens. It also made me realize that we all need to be  prepared for the worst case scenario, not just for our spouses, but  ourselves too. We all need to have a will and written instructions for  what our last wishes are. It makes it easier on who is left behind.  Hubby has done this and now it is my turn. It has been made abundantly  clear that I need to do this, not just for my own peace of mind but for  the peace of mind of my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cross posted at www.spousebuzz.com</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/feeds/5156707719165395967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21172797/5156707719165395967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/5156707719165395967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/5156707719165395967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-had-honor-to-spend-summer-taking-care.html' title=''/><author><name>Reasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01893916034601828269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdP_W5QskCQZoSPkyqWR8fPTG-WNjcFLxLylBo6uDh2zBegv61-uYmGc7-qFNenwPPHmjBo1zKvTvTOCGiWizdBkAZFbmBim2mi0z_Y4ZMMkp7gIEWI6MqShOlXhzFMe5pOJbW/s72-c/DSCF0072.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172797.post-4124272620726774048</id><published>2011-08-17T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T17:58:41.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My life sucks right now. I am trying to see the good but it is hard. Deployment is over and when that is over some other things might be over too. Nothing that will crumble my marriage just important to us. His career is good just life is kinda hard right now.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/feeds/4124272620726774048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21172797/4124272620726774048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/4124272620726774048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/4124272620726774048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-life-sucks-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Reasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01893916034601828269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172797.post-7787559196546633331</id><published>2011-01-28T23:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T23:29:17.012-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am here. As much as I can be after having one sick kiddo and another on the same road. The Baby is finished and Sweetness is just starting what he had a few days ago. So not looking forward to this thing making the rounds in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have started the process over again for Nana to become our dependent. It will be a few more months probable before we hear anything about it. Her oncology nurse wrote this awesome letter stating why she needs to be with us. Hubby is more optimistic than we are but I am with Nana all day every day and know what was written is true, as does she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kiddos are handling it well and making Nana a big part of their day. They even tried her to play driving game on the Wii tonight. It was funny to watch. All I know is I am glad I have her while I do, no matter for how long it may be.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/feeds/7787559196546633331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21172797/7787559196546633331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/7787559196546633331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/7787559196546633331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Reasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01893916034601828269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172797.post-595479066982432887</id><published>2011-01-14T09:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T10:09:43.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, in the past 6 or 7 months I have decided to grow my hair natural. For anyone who knows me it was a difficult decision. I am loving the low maintenance, confident attitude it gives me. Lets just say rocking a hairstyle that is not mainstream is fun and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like to touch my hair because it is soft and not greasy and I enjoy it sometimes. If it is someone I love and like and know well then you have a time limit to touch my hair, if I don&#39;t like you even and we are just surface friends, back the heck off my hair. Hair is a crowing glory for a woman. You can&#39;t just go up and touch it and leave dents and divets in a person&#39;s hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this to say I wish the kiosk people that sell flat irons would not assume as I am walking by them that I want my hair straight. I have not put any heat to my hair and will not. I am learning to many fun things to do with my hair and putting any chemicals or heat on it is not part of the plan. So, for future reference Mr Kiosk Man, I do NOT want you to ask me anything about anything ot change my beautiful hair from you. Don&#39;t ask, I will ask you. And by the way, I will not ask you for any info that may cause harm to my really tight thick curls. Thank you.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/feeds/595479066982432887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21172797/595479066982432887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/595479066982432887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/595479066982432887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-in-past-6-or-7-months-i-have-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>Reasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01893916034601828269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172797.post-2358615151213930885</id><published>2011-01-09T16:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T16:54:03.367-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I am alive and walking up right. Most the time. I have been super busy with finishing school, helping Hubby on a detail, helping Hubby change details, and starting towards a new endeavor. I am now a contributor on &lt;a href=&quot;www.spousebuzz.com&quot;&gt;Spouse Buzz!&lt;/a&gt;!!! I am beyond excited and scared out of my pants at the same time. I have read that blog since Hubby&#39;s first deployment. Those ladies and one man kept me sane during that time and since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana is an awesome lady and still fighting strong. We have found another avenue to making her our dependent. Hubby will be going to her next doctor appointment and treatment with her to work with the doctor and nurse to get the properly written letter. Maybe it will work this time.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/feeds/2358615151213930885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21172797/2358615151213930885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/2358615151213930885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/2358615151213930885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-i-am-alive-and-walking-up-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Reasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01893916034601828269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172797.post-5974801367420935662</id><published>2011-01-09T16:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T16:46:23.481-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a test to see if I can actually blog from my phone.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/feeds/5974801367420935662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21172797/5974801367420935662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/5974801367420935662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/5974801367420935662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-is-test-to-see-if-i-can-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Reasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01893916034601828269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172797.post-5592029291181760923</id><published>2010-11-18T09:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T09:32:08.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am alive. Barely walking but alive. I have had major health problems off and on for the past 18 or 19 months. It has been a challenge for me to have my kids see me crawl up the stairs in tears because I could not walk. I have been to doctor after doctor and have heard many things but what is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One so called doctor told me I was looking for attention to get my husband home, another said I was stressed out, and even another said I just need to lose weight. My newest doctor thinks my weight is the least of my problems. He is agreeable to send me down to another doctor who is nero about three hours away and Tricare agreed to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is still not a dependent because that was sidetracked to take care of me. I am taking a next semester off so we can get not only myself but Mom better. She is back on chemo and fighting strong with her trademark smile and joy of God evident in all she does and says. She is my rock right now and I am thankful for her being here with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetness is doing well in school. It is still a work in progress as she learns to teach her self and read the full directions. She is working harder but learning more now than in school. The boys are awesome. They are such independent little people. I am proud of the young men they are becoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post pictures of the family later. I must now go make green beans fried with bacon. Yummy!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/feeds/5592029291181760923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21172797/5592029291181760923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/5592029291181760923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/5592029291181760923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>Reasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01893916034601828269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172797.post-3039511686015589780</id><published>2010-08-10T10:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T10:16:23.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a lot to say but nothing to say. Life is crazy and getting crazier. The DFAS people who decide if you have valid reasons for a parent to live with you decided our reasons were not valid enough. So we have to go another route. That will take up to another two months to decide. School starts in a couple of weeks, Sweetness will be homeschooling with an online public school. Buddy Lee just got his ID card a few weeks before his 10th birthday and Big Man has a drivers lisence and moved away. And add that Hubby is rear d. It will be a crazy school year. I just pray we make it through in one piece and stronger.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/feeds/3039511686015589780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21172797/3039511686015589780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/3039511686015589780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/3039511686015589780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-have-lot-to-say-but-nothing-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Reasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01893916034601828269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172797.post-5742995017425231690</id><published>2010-05-10T21:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:57:56.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I am caught between a rock and a flipping hard place. I finished school and needed a breather of one day of not talking to anyone, doing anything for anyone and just being quiet and alone. Not to much to ask right? Well, I wanted to fold laundry with no help today, really it is just one load, and probably a little to harsh, told my mom not to help me. I appreciate her help like no one else, but just needed to do this on my own today. Because I can. Well, she thought I was upset with her and cranky. Why can&#39;t I just be quiet and alone twice a year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby is trying to help and be the support for everyone. But he can&#39;t be everything for everybody. I miss our times together. The only person we both need to worry about is each other. My mom is a great woman and a great inspiration to me and everyone around her. I know I agreed to take care of her and be there for her, but the strain gets to be rough some days. I have been working out again and now I am seeing someone for counseling to make sure my head stays on straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this may sound selfish and all but really I need an outlet and this is it. It will also pass and will be a distant memory. But in the mean time, as I deal with my mom and her cancer I will cry, scream, and love more than ever.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/feeds/5742995017425231690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21172797/5742995017425231690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/5742995017425231690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/5742995017425231690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-i-am-caught-between-rock-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Reasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01893916034601828269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172797.post-3087195032078009039</id><published>2010-04-20T22:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T22:49:48.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We celebrated the Baby&#39;s 5th birthday yesterday. He had an awesome cake and a good time. We had a few friends over and then hit the sack. School is kicking my butt and I am ready for the semester to end. I am off to bed and then get to do it all over again tomorrow. Woohoo!! Not.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/feeds/3087195032078009039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21172797/3087195032078009039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/3087195032078009039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/3087195032078009039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/2010/04/we-celebrated-babys-5th-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Reasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01893916034601828269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172797.post-9171330348632080087</id><published>2010-04-07T12:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T12:58:04.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, just when things could not get anymore stressful, they did. Big Man hit with his attitude hard and we hit back harder. Nana started chemo and life keeps knocking me down. I am back on the cane but still doing some kind of workout. Prafully I will be able to keep a good attitude since I can still exercise someway somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in the process of making the Nana a dependent and that is slow. On our part and the Army&#39;s. Oh well, it will get done and all will be well. Hubby is due for orders soon. I am praying we can stay here and not go anywhere else. I love it here. Most people hate the Hood, but not me. I have family, friends and a wonderful church here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to go for my BA in Criminal Justice instead of an AA. I have five or six more classes to take and then I can transfer to an university to complete my schooling for a little bit. Between being sick, and dealing with life in the Army has caused me to switch my goals around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is time to head to the store and pick up kiddos soon. What once took me a few minutes now takes almost an hour. Hopefully it will not last as long as the last time.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/feeds/9171330348632080087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21172797/9171330348632080087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/9171330348632080087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/9171330348632080087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-just-when-things-could-not-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Reasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01893916034601828269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172797.post-8998508953057427082</id><published>2010-03-25T23:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T23:13:06.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Does anyone know how hard it is to talk about a DNR, Durable Power of Attorney and a Living Will with a parent is? It is beyond hard. To talk about it and make your parent know that you are doing it to make things easier on both of you if something were to happen and that you do not think that a bad thing will happen, is about like going to hell and back. Nana and I had to talk about that and it was hard. I tried to add my own brand of humor to it but it did not work to well. Nana knew what I was trying to do and was grateful that I even brought it up. She has been thinking along the same lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking about weeding things out of my life so I can focus on my family and my Nana. Since the second announcement of cancer has been surreal. It is crazy and hard. Nana is an amazing woman who is looking at this as another fight to battle for God and will do what she has to because God is not done with her yet. I am proud to be her daughter and honored she is here with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kiddos are dealing with it well I believe. They are my second biggest concern. I am worried about how it will work as Nana gets her treatment and how they will respond if she gets sick with the drugs. It is a crazy roller coaster I have hopped on. I am glad to do it though. My Nana deserves to be taken care of instead of taking care of others. I am off to bed now that I have purged my mind for the night.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/feeds/8998508953057427082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21172797/8998508953057427082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/8998508953057427082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/8998508953057427082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/2010/03/does-anyone-know-how-hard-it-is-to-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>Reasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01893916034601828269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172797.post-8957682303297666504</id><published>2010-03-20T18:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T18:55:38.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, hello. I am back, I think. I made it to SpouseBuzz Live today and had many people ask me a question I have been wondering myself. Why have I not been blogging?? Well, lets see, deployments, school, kiddos, church, a track team for the kiddos and I became an assistant coach for the team. I think that is enough, but wait, add in my Momma moving in and my world has been nonstop going since the last I wrote anything or wanted to even think about writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will be back because a lot is going on and I may need an outlet to purge and go about my daily life. So many changes and decisions to make and I don&#39;t feel like puking all over Hubby or family. So I will do it here. I will say happy, sad, crappy and mean things sometimes, because I may be to wimpy to say them to someone&#39;s face, and it is all good. If you don&#39;t like it then don&#39;t come back and read what I have to say. This is my world and I am ruling it.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/feeds/8957682303297666504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21172797/8957682303297666504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/8957682303297666504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/8957682303297666504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/2010/03/well-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Reasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01893916034601828269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172797.post-6542919201547675118</id><published>2009-08-25T08:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T08:46:34.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am here with no answers as of today. i do back to the doc next week and hopefully Hubby will be able to be there with me. I am holding strong, I think. I have really wonderful painfree not limping falling into walls days then BAM!!! I am hit with a week or two of really horrible can barely walk, hold my head up, smile, think straight, painful, cranky days. I need answers and they are not coming fast enough. I am praying that GOd conitues to strengthen me through His word and my wonderful Hubby who hangs tough and keeps the positive attitude. Plus he keeps me in line when I feel close to falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officialy enrolled in five classes this semester. Don&#39;t worry they are all online and spread out so I am not taking all five at one time. No more than three at one time. One is self paced and something I am looking forward to. So I am sure I will speed through that one ok. The one I am dreading is Eng II. I like to write but am not a big fan of writing to someone else&#39;s liking. I prefer to write from the heart and go from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kiddos all started school yesterday and loved it. Everyone one of them is close to home and we can walk on nice days and take the truck on not so nice days. It is great not having five kiddos in four places. This year it is down to three places with three kiddos in one building. Life is good that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I are settling in very well to being a husband and wife still. I am alsways amazed at how God has moved in his life and how Hubby has opened up to me. I know alot has to do with me not pushing him and being more of a positive person. (Despite my health attitude.) I love Hubby more and more each and every day. He has become my positive force and he is wonderful at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to pick up a few more supplies for the kiddos and I for school and then I will come home and take a nap. Life is good no matter how I feel or the day is going.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/feeds/6542919201547675118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21172797/6542919201547675118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/6542919201547675118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/6542919201547675118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-here-with-no-answers-as-of-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Reasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01893916034601828269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172797.post-6494794608418159316</id><published>2009-08-07T16:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:46:59.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am alive, with no answers yet. I have had more blood work and three more MRIs. The magentic coffin is a cool thing, just not on stormy nights. I am feeling better and slowly getting back on my feet. I am worn out from just being and want to clean, do laundry and cook without wanting to pass out or get dizzy just by walking around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a desicion in my life. I am going back to work, staying in school full time and preparing myself for another deployment next fall. I need to do something for me that brings money in while Hubby is deployed and school is do able online. We shall see how it goes. I am unsure if I even want to think about next fall, but it is the big elephant in the room and I am tired of it being there. Nothing can be done really to change that fact, just live in this day and not the future.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/feeds/6494794608418159316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21172797/6494794608418159316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/6494794608418159316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/6494794608418159316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-alive-with-no-answers-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Reasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01893916034601828269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172797.post-2900873766501655654</id><published>2009-06-07T16:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T16:37:06.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MRI this week and a foolow up with the nero in two weeks unless something is very wrong on the MRI. I kinda hope something is wrong on the MrI so I can be fixed and out of this pain.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/feeds/2900873766501655654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21172797/2900873766501655654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/2900873766501655654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/2900873766501655654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/2009/06/mri-this-week-and-foolow-up-with-nero.html' title=''/><author><name>Reasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01893916034601828269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172797.post-128677620568052940</id><published>2009-06-04T10:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:23:36.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Homecoming came and went. It was wonderful. Flight was delayed but the Kiddos were well behaved and excited to finally have Daddy home. I was not feeling to hot because of whatever is wrong but still ran to greet him. Kiddos got the first hug still. LOL I have alot to write but do not know how to say it. A bag of mixed up emotions and worries. Maybe one day i will write it down but it scares me to think about it right now.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/feeds/128677620568052940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21172797/128677620568052940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/128677620568052940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/128677620568052940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/2009/06/homecoming-came-and-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Reasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01893916034601828269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172797.post-7635542868717296875</id><published>2009-05-29T07:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T07:04:18.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A phone call from stateside means it is really only a fw hours from being over. I already feel the weight lifting off my chest and shoulders.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/feeds/7635542868717296875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21172797/7635542868717296875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/7635542868717296875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/7635542868717296875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/2009/05/phone-call-from-stateside-means-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Reasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01893916034601828269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172797.post-5172231933157993396</id><published>2009-05-26T17:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T17:45:59.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is almost over!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/feeds/5172231933157993396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21172797/5172231933157993396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/5172231933157993396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/5172231933157993396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-is-almost-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Reasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01893916034601828269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21172797.post-7853941387409487095</id><published>2009-05-25T07:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T08:00:41.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We have lost six friends on this war. Today is a day to remember them and not to forgot anyone who has ever given their life for our freedom. As I sit here waiting for Hubby to come home and not overdo things, I can not help but to think of those six families who have to live each day with out their husband, father, son and brother. I am so grateful Hubby has come home safe each time, but today my heart aches more for the families who lost someone who gave their all for me and mine. I thank those people and wonder if they will be able to find peace and joy again. My heartfelt thanks to the many who gave all for my freedom.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/feeds/7853941387409487095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21172797/7853941387409487095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/7853941387409487095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21172797/posts/default/7853941387409487095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wifeof1momof5.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-have-lost-six-friends-on-this-war.html' title=''/><author><name>Reasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01893916034601828269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>