<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463822858622875394</id><updated>2012-05-26T17:52:31.661-07:00</updated><category term='2010 March'/><category term='Battle Buddy'/><category term='September'/><category term='2012 february'/><category term='cartoons'/><category term='medical or tricare'/><category term='Rick'/><category term='debate'/><category term='mis'/><category term='Midtour'/><category term='Job'/><category term='Patriotic'/><category term='Waiting Spouses'/><category term='Customer Service'/><category term='Love Dare 2010'/><category term='Meme&apos;s'/><category term='laughing'/><category term='rant'/><category 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term='William'/><category term='Father&apos;s Day'/><category term='Sarah Bigelow'/><category term='lily'/><category term='Blog Award'/><category term='Summer'/><category term='monday'/><category term='Celebrities'/><category term='Family'/><category term='organization'/><category term='Fun  Stuff'/><category term='crying'/><category term='Myspace'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='cats on Tuesday'/><category term='Awareness'/><category term='2009 March'/><category term='USA'/><category term='Product Reviews'/><category term='Donnie'/><category term='pay-for-blogging'/><category term='Election'/><category term='blog roll'/><category term='Candles'/><category term='Huntsville'/><category term='Douglasville'/><category term='homeschooling'/><category term='Retail'/><category term='eyes'/><category term='The Past'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='cherish'/><category term='children'/><category term='Ashley'/><category term='Praise Sunday'/><category term='Fill-In'/><category term='politics'/><category term='Saturday'/><category term='Gadgets'/><category term='Peridot'/><category term='communication'/><category term='2010 May'/><category term='five question'/><category term='Retirement'/><category term='Anxiety'/><category term='TV Tuesday'/><category term='Olenka'/><category term='parents'/><category term='2008 May'/><category term='for sale'/><category term='fun stuff'/><category term='Cats'/><category term='breastfeeding'/><category term='religion'/><category term='joke'/><category term='2011 November'/><category term='St Patricks Day'/><title type='text'>The Misadventures of Bella's Second Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Just simple stories about my second chance at life. Sometimes I stumble through it but I always make it to wear I need to be.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Bella Armyknightslady</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114970316882742693808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fcD1rn23fw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFCA/SbAqouRLv3o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>782</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463822858622875394.post-8688418617159073093</id><published>2012-03-31T14:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-31T14:48:50.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We need help please</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;I have a few questions. Can anyone tell me details about how to start a fundraiser? Anyone have any suggestions on helping these close friends of mine *see story below* Are you a vendor a consultant or do you make something? Would you be willing to host a "party" and donate some or all of the profits toward a close friend of mine suffering from cancer? Does anyone want me to make graphics for them for a small fee so I can donate money to the cause? Please Help! Mr. Frank Thompson, a long time resident of Calhoun, Ga, has been diagnosed with GlioSarcoma, a rare and aggressive form of brain cancer. He had a 4 cm tumor removed from his frontal lobe on 2-17-12. He had been out of work sice 2-13-12. We need help with gas money to get him back and forth to treament in Chattanooga where he has radiation five days a week and to pay for medications. Any donations would be appreciated. You can send them to PO Box 2035 calhoun ga 30703 untill we get a paypal account set up. We will send reciepts to anyone who needs them for tax purposes. Any help would be appreciated. Thank you (If you want to make it easy and send me donations via Paypal I can send them to the family) &lt;br&gt; &lt;center style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i757.photobucket.com/albums/xx218/SweetIndulgence2010/bellasig.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: medium none;" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463822858622875394-8688418617159073093?l=armyknightslady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/feeds/8688418617159073093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463822858622875394&amp;postID=8688418617159073093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/8688418617159073093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/8688418617159073093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/2012/03/we-need-help-please.html' title='We need help please'/><author><name>Bella Armyknightslady</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114970316882742693808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fcD1rn23fw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFCA/SbAqouRLv3o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463822858622875394.post-1438538234426376579</id><published>2012-03-30T17:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-03T11:13:05.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;This guest post from Mickey Garza  I love working here. My colleagues are some of my favorite people and we hang out all the time, not just when we’re at work. I know some people think that’s dangerous because would I lose my whole social circle if I didn’t work here anymore? But you know, I choose not to worry about that because I do live here now and I’m happy enough with that! I love my boss, too, and sometimes he comes out with us after work which is nice. We spend time talking about things like &lt;a href="http://www.t1internet.net/t1-internet/"&gt;business internet connection&lt;/a&gt; options but then we talk about the Cubs and my new boyfriend and all that stuff, too, so I really feel like she’s becoming part of my life. I think it’s incredible she puts so much time into working with us and making sure we’re happy and that’s all that you can ask from a really &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/LIVING/worklife/11/09/good.boss.advice.cb/index.html"&gt;good boss&lt;/a&gt;. I never dreamed my first job out of college would be this good but I sure am thankful that it is! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i757.photobucket.com/albums/xx218/SweetIndulgence2010/bellasig.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: medium none;" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463822858622875394-1438538234426376579?l=armyknightslady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/feeds/1438538234426376579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463822858622875394&amp;postID=1438538234426376579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/1438538234426376579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/1438538234426376579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/2012/03/love-it.html' title='love it!'/><author><name>Bella Armyknightslady</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114970316882742693808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fcD1rn23fw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFCA/SbAqouRLv3o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463822858622875394.post-4678268354229869630</id><published>2012-03-30T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-30T04:42:17.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FQF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fivecrookedhalos.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PnJUm9jsczc/T3WbyWwaZnI/AAAAAAAAFOI/8-EXk7chPr8/s1600/th_w6r0jk.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #472c0d; font-family: 'century gothic'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #472c0d; font-family: 'century gothic'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #472c0d; font-family: 'century gothic'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; text-align: left;"&gt;1. What giveaway would you like to do on your blog? A blog set, a military apparel company hand bag, build a bear... a few things I know a lot about. How about a new car? Everyone likes to win a car. I could do a give away for my friend Kali Alba Couture but she's way to busy for that. Also maybe a photo shoot? How about everything you need for a baby for a new mom? How about something nice for a newly PCSing military wife? IDK...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #472c0d; font-family: 'century gothic'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #472c0d; font-family: 'century gothic'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #472c0d; font-family: 'century gothic'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; text-align: left;"&gt;2. If you had to choose between natural artistic ability and natural athletic ability, which would it be? artsy fartsy all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #472c0d; font-family: 'century gothic'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #472c0d; font-family: 'century gothic'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #472c0d; font-family: 'century gothic'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; text-align: left;"&gt;3. Do you ditch the coat the minute it becomes "spring" or are you a holdout for more cool temps? I usually wear my hoodies until summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #472c0d; font-family: 'century gothic'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #472c0d; font-family: 'century gothic'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #472c0d; font-family: 'century gothic'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; text-align: left;"&gt;4. What would you do if you won the mega millions lotto of 1/2 billion dollars? Hire a lawyer, start a charity, pay off bills, maybe even buy another house, we need a second car, I would put some in savings for each of the five kids to go to college, help a friend of mine. Give a good portion to my husband's aunt. and Donate to my church and favorite charities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #472c0d; font-family: 'century gothic'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #472c0d; font-family: 'century gothic'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #472c0d; font-family: 'century gothic'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; text-align: left;"&gt;5. You are at a hotel by yourself...what do you do? blog LOL and have a Twilight marathon... I don't know I get stir crazy in a hotel room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #472c0d; font-family: 'century gothic'; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i757.photobucket.com/albums/xx218/SweetIndulgence2010/bellasig.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: medium none;" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463822858622875394-4678268354229869630?l=armyknightslady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/feeds/4678268354229869630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463822858622875394&amp;postID=4678268354229869630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/4678268354229869630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/4678268354229869630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/2012/03/fqf.html' title='FQF'/><author><name>Bella Armyknightslady</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114970316882742693808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fcD1rn23fw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFCA/SbAqouRLv3o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PnJUm9jsczc/T3WbyWwaZnI/AAAAAAAAFOI/8-EXk7chPr8/s72-c/th_w6r0jk.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463822858622875394.post-269344727745971711</id><published>2012-03-07T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-07T14:46:50.917-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pay it forward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For a Cause'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Koney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cause'/><title type='text'>Are you ready? Can you make him famous?</title><content type='html'>Years ago I saw the movie blood diamond and I vowed to not own another diamond. EVEN if there is paperwork saying its safe. Today on Facebook a video went viral about Joseph Koney and it was a reminder why I don't have a big beautiful diamond. I do desire one but as long as Joesph Koney's of the world are in power I am afraid I can't have a diamond, lab created Sapphires are fine for this finger.&lt;br /&gt;The video I am going to post is about Joesph Koney. We need to push to make him famous... why would we want him famous? We need to draw attention to the cause just like we do Casey Anthony or Osama Bin Laden. We brought three war criminals to justice lets bring one more... but we have to make him famous by telling celebrities and millionaires to talk about him. By telling politicians you DON'T have my vote unless you do something. Just do something! For children's sake. I've done something in the past 5-6 years since Blood Diamond came out and not bought diamonds. Now its time to really take action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/kony2012/kony-4.html" target="_blank"&gt;Invisible Children&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fight hunger with Farm Aid, With fight AIDS with Live Aid.. Who's fighting for children soldiers of Africa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-IUSZyjiYuY" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Y4MnpzG5Sqc" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i757.photobucket.com/albums/xx218/SweetIndulgence2010/bellasig.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: medium none;" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463822858622875394-269344727745971711?l=armyknightslady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/feeds/269344727745971711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463822858622875394&amp;postID=269344727745971711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/269344727745971711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/269344727745971711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/2012/03/are-you-ready-can-you-make-him-famous.html' title='Are you ready? Can you make him famous?'/><author><name>Bella Armyknightslady</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114970316882742693808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fcD1rn23fw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFCA/SbAqouRLv3o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-IUSZyjiYuY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463822858622875394.post-4648047288714515849</id><published>2012-02-28T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T00:00:08.829-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bloggy Mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012 february'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Dare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monday meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not Me Monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Mom never gets a sick day</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mckmama- Not Me Monday" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/NotMeMondaySIDEBAR180x180.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jDYCEN1MKBQ/T0jLzH1B55I/AAAAAAAAFFI/nd0p-kvIJDw/s1600/sick-mom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jDYCEN1MKBQ/T0jLzH1B55I/AAAAAAAAFFI/nd0p-kvIJDw/s320/sick-mom.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I admit when Rick is sick I get grouchy because I know the&amp;nbsp;probability of me getting it is high. Like this week. William got food poisoning and or the stomach flu. Rick came up with it next and he just laid around and "acting" out of it. I would ask him questions and I got "I don't knows" from him. The bed needed to be made but he didn't know where to find the sheets or what they looked like. Oh yes and he basically snored on the couch most of the day. First of all I know he really was sick because he is a work a holic even on a weekend he will check his work laptop frequently. &amp;nbsp;But I am an out right witch when my husband or adult step son is sick. I admit it. I can sit here and try to claim its not me that is mean to them when they are sick that I baby them just like I do my younger ones. But I am not going to lie on my blog. I am a bitch and you want to know why? I have been sick one way or another most of my life. I have had more surgeries/operations/procedures done than I can count. I have more stitches than the average person and I have had over 100 staples lining my head from ear to ear. I have a higher tolerance of pain probably. I don't bitch and moan when I am sick. Before we all caught the stomach flu we had Whooping cough except the little ones because of their vaccinations. &amp;nbsp;I was pretty ill. I still had to take care of my kids with a 102 fever. &amp;nbsp;No one takes off of work to care for me. Moms are like Soldiers we get no sick days LOL. So when Rick is home sick I treat him like I get treated.... oh sure like right now I am pretty sure I have an&amp;nbsp;abscess tooth I have been neglecting getting it pulled and the stomach bug... Rick feels sorry for me that I am in so much pain I have to take Vicodin but I always get a bad reaction from it. But he goes to work because he has to work he can't stay home and take care of me. I don't get a nanny to fill in for me when I am sick. Not many moms do get a helping hand when they just feel like they can't cut it. So why should I say "poor baby" when my husband is sick. My adult step son is extra pitiful. I just can't give anyone a pity party when I've been there and survived.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bloggymoms.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="a mom blog community" src="http://api.ning.com:80/files/L4uLIkPMs4YsqGqfduMxdIupnhVKjJ2ural2ujbCjeeRecblknxvMPtnN11Ge*mzJ7OePE3nHCxvmzPkCgyeN1cm0eAXwYk2/blogdaregroup2012.png?width=150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i757.photobucket.com/albums/xx218/SweetIndulgence2010/bellasig.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: medium none;" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463822858622875394-4648047288714515849?l=armyknightslady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/feeds/4648047288714515849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463822858622875394&amp;postID=4648047288714515849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/4648047288714515849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/4648047288714515849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/2012/02/mom-never-gets-sick-day.html' title='Mom never gets a sick day'/><author><name>Bella Armyknightslady</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114970316882742693808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fcD1rn23fw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFCA/SbAqouRLv3o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/th_NotMeMondaySIDEBAR180x180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463822858622875394.post-4237853265440428529</id><published>2012-02-25T05:03:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-25T05:03:49.480-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonesboro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012 february'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bloggy Mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Dare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hometown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calhoun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Douglasville'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy Groups'/><title type='text'>Ten Years Ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ec4ZGyy92TI/T0jZQE6aPwI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/jC4oFT4bxek/s1600/dville.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="154" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ec4ZGyy92TI/T0jZQE6aPwI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/jC4oFT4bxek/s320/dville.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't been blogging much because the adults in the house had a bad case of the Whooping Cough. We got well enough to take a trip to my friend Angie's wedding in Griffin, GA. I had planned on making stops a long the way as always but we left later than usual. Ten years ago today I lived in a place called Douglasville GA. I had probably just&amp;nbsp;conceived&amp;nbsp;Skylar. I estimate it was probably Valentines Day since I didn't do the deed any other time. While I was in Douglasville most of the surroundings were familiar but for the first time I got a bad mojo... I felt the evil in this place. I haven't been there in 5 years but I saw areas of town that didn't give me a good feeling and brought back old memories and took me to the place I was 10 years ago. I was pretty lost, confused, and really not taking care of myself as I should. I passed the road that I never thought I would see again or remember exactly where it was... the road I was attacked on and saved by one of my many angels I encountered in Douglasville. I passed Arbor Place Mall where I met great people like Jacob and reconnected with old friends like Chris. I remember getting my sister or sister in law to drop me off at the mall so I could walk over to Firestone to see Chris and hang out with him. I remember date nights with Jacob or Brandon at the movies. There were many good times but what dark cloud looms over me is the dark place I was in 10 years ago. We had to drive through many of my old haunts like College Park, Riverdale, Jonesboro, &amp;amp; Lovejoy... and none of them gave me the heebie jeebies like Douglasville. A lot of bad things happened in my home town too. Loosing a child, being abused,.... lots of things but in Douglasville I just think it was such a dark time in my life and I was almost out of control. I enjoyed the little time we had to show Rick around my home towns (Clayton Co GA) where I went to school, my childhood home, the Publix store 545 where I had my first job, where I skated, where I went to church... Angie and Bill's wedding was beautiful. Congrats you have been married a week now. As she said it was 17 years in the making. We had dinner with my old friend Megan and her five year old Bradley. Its awesome seeing her and she is exactly as I remembered her. We must do that again SOON. I say a trip to the zoo, Stone Mountain, or the Aquarium (I've never been there), I am always up for the World of Coke and Varsity! How about Six Flags, White Water, and American Adventure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we drove up to Kennesaw again seeing old haunts and to meet my sister, her ex, and my three nephews. Boy did I miss them and I wish things were like they used to be. I wonder if they could ever get back what once had? After lunch with my family we were off to see Jennifer in Calhoun... another trying time I had in my life. I moved up to Calhoun in April 2002... so almost 10 years ago. The night I moved up there that night there was a crazy tornado. That tornado reminds me of the one we had here last April. In Calhoun I had a lot of growing, I had a lot of trials. While hiding in Calhoun my first husband passed away and I lost Mackenzie. I dated for almost 5 years a drunk and a drug addict who couldn't seem to keep his stuff together but somehow he kept it together better than some people do. He held a job for a long time at least. We never got evicted and I never had to beg to keep my power on even with the layoff's. It was a trial and a test of my faith for sure but going back to Calhoun is a thrill for me. I love seeing Jennifer. She is a true best friend because she is the only person I can have a ratty head full of hair, I hadn't waxed my eye brows, or shaved my legs and I can be an out right bum and she doesn't judge me. She loves me and always wants me to visit. I wasn't gone a day before I got a text message saying she missed me and wondered when I was coming back. I know I am always welcome at Jennifer and Chris as well as anyone in my family. Jennifer and Chris have stuck by me even though I dropped the bomb on my neighbors like I did on the rest of the world. I was leaving Donnie and not only that I was leaving the state with someone they didn't know at all. I hope they trust me with that decision. Jennifer and Chris are like family! Its hard to believe we have been friends for over 8 years? The best thing about being friends with J&amp;amp;C is that Skylar has had a life long best friend in Cari and now William and their 4 year old Houston seem to be very close and always enjoy each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YToyh9Do-io/T0jZ4kEzROI/AAAAAAAAFFg/OD6DiqKiFBU/s1600/resize_party__182.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YToyh9Do-io/T0jZ4kEzROI/AAAAAAAAFFg/OD6DiqKiFBU/s320/resize_party__182.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Skylar 4 and Carri 5 in 2006&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6cYZcTjnuo0/T0jZiYfVBvI/AAAAAAAAFFY/J4N90CiPn28/s1600/DSC03517.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6cYZcTjnuo0/T0jZiYfVBvI/AAAAAAAAFFY/J4N90CiPn28/s320/DSC03517.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jennifer and Chris with Emily 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FrS1-fPDJDk/T0jarQJ4msI/AAAAAAAAFFw/tlLZV8iBtXg/s1600/P1210019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FrS1-fPDJDk/T0jarQJ4msI/AAAAAAAAFFw/tlLZV8iBtXg/s320/P1210019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zpXfu3BArl4/T0jajN3bCGI/AAAAAAAAFFo/36A6y4cXNYQ/s1600/P4220049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zpXfu3BArl4/T0jajN3bCGI/AAAAAAAAFFo/36A6y4cXNYQ/s320/P4220049.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mlmP8LIwSug/T0jcBfhA_rI/AAAAAAAAFF4/LNWsl4hxaME/s1600/download.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mlmP8LIwSug/T0jcBfhA_rI/AAAAAAAAFF4/LNWsl4hxaME/s320/download.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Skylar, Zoe, and Carri&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways where I was ten years ago was lost and trying to find my way in Douglasville. Angels saved me time and time again from others and from myself. I believe an Angel led me to Calhoun even. Donnie may not have been the best choice but I don't regret it and he was the broken road that led me straight to home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bloggymoms.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="a mom blog community" src="http://api.ning.com:80/files/L4uLIkPMs4YsqGqfduMxdIupnhVKjJ2ural2ujbCjeeRecblknxvMPtnN11Ge*mzJ7OePE3nHCxvmzPkCgyeN1cm0eAXwYk2/blogdaregroup2012.png?width=150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i757.photobucket.com/albums/xx218/SweetIndulgence2010/bellasig.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: medium none;" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463822858622875394-4237853265440428529?l=armyknightslady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/feeds/4237853265440428529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463822858622875394&amp;postID=4237853265440428529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/4237853265440428529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/4237853265440428529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/2012/02/ten-years-ago.html' title='Ten Years Ago'/><author><name>Bella Armyknightslady</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114970316882742693808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fcD1rn23fw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFCA/SbAqouRLv3o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ec4ZGyy92TI/T0jZQE6aPwI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/jC4oFT4bxek/s72-c/dville.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463822858622875394.post-483057485999936893</id><published>2012-02-13T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T08:21:00.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Make Slime Without Borax or Liquid Starch | eHow.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ehow.com/how_4898523_make-slime-borax-liquid-starch.html"&gt;How to Make Slime Without Borax or Liquid Starch | eHow.com&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:13px" href="https://chrome.google.com/webstore/detail/pengoopmcjnbflcjbmoeodbmoflcgjlk"&gt;'via Blog this'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="clear: right; 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We had a series (MULTIPLE) EF5 tornado's tear through our community. Houses &amp;amp; grocery stores were destroyed like bombs had gone off. The storms manage to damage huge power lines coming from the dam a hour away or a hour and a half away. Which made most of North Alabama without power except a small oasis of power called Athens. A couple of the bigger stores like Target and Publix got generators but many many gas stations and smaller stores didn't have generators. Many&amp;nbsp;restaurants&amp;nbsp;had gas stoves so they could still cook and they tried and just served $5 plates out their back door it was better than the food going to waste. Then small city of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Athens,_Alabama" target="_blank"&gt;Athens, AL &lt;/a&gt;with a population of 21,000 was overwhelmed with people waiting in line for hours for bottled water, gas grills, charcoal, batteries, and gas. Cell phone and land line phone coverage was pretty much out. We had to live without power pretty much for about a week. We got power back a few days after Osama Bin Laden was killed. If I remember that was the day they announced it. So if you would have asked me a year ago what appliance could I not live without my answer would have been different. Now I would say I have lived without them all. The only thing I didn't have to do then was to hand wash clothes I went to Athens to wash clothes at the laundry mat. I could live without owning a washer I actually like going to the laundry mat. Thank God after all that destruction we had weeks of beautiful weather that had wonderful temps to be able to stay outside, grill out, open our windows for fresh air, and warm water by sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CImUggKh7Hw/TzgiwNHw4FI/AAAAAAAAFDU/gkn-XD9slIE/s1600/ts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CImUggKh7Hw/TzgiwNHw4FI/AAAAAAAAFDU/gkn-XD9slIE/s320/ts.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DEycaQ5MIBk/Tzgixtxh3VI/AAAAAAAAFDc/JETmC3ysLTA/s1600/piggly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DEycaQ5MIBk/Tzgixtxh3VI/AAAAAAAAFDc/JETmC3ysLTA/s320/piggly.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was a Piggly Wiggly &amp;amp; Dollar General the survivors hid in the walk in Freezer&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fj_sshG9y8k/TzgizA3sjUI/AAAAAAAAFDk/Jo1IdtCQ69w/s1600/cr172al43a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fj_sshG9y8k/TzgizA3sjUI/AAAAAAAAFDk/Jo1IdtCQ69w/s320/cr172al43a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anderson Hills&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Subdivisio&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U8XynkP94Sg/Tzgi0uOMzPI/AAAAAAAAFDs/iSeZM-F-E-0/s1600/9522703-standard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="164" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U8XynkP94Sg/Tzgi0uOMzPI/AAAAAAAAFDs/iSeZM-F-E-0/s320/9522703-standard.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Funnel Cloud that was larger across than the four lane parkway (Memorial Parkway at Drake)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jSVhQ6JOnUk/Tzgi15dGVQI/AAAAAAAAFD0/OD9DL6y4EgU/s1600/275353186001_934367210001_vs-934329114001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jSVhQ6JOnUk/Tzgi15dGVQI/AAAAAAAAFD0/OD9DL6y4EgU/s320/275353186001_934367210001_vs-934329114001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another shot of some houses&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bloggymoms.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="a mom blog community" src="http://api.ning.com:80/files/L4uLIkPMs4YsqGqfduMxdIupnhVKjJ2ural2ujbCjeeRecblknxvMPtnN11Ge*mzJ7OePE3nHCxvmzPkCgyeN1cm0eAXwYk2/blogdaregroup2012.png?width=150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i757.photobucket.com/albums/xx218/SweetIndulgence2010/bellasig.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: medium none;" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463822858622875394-3405260738827999848?l=armyknightslady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/feeds/3405260738827999848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463822858622875394&amp;postID=3405260738827999848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/3405260738827999848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/3405260738827999848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-appliance-can-i-not-live-without.html' title='What Appliance Can I NOT Live Without'/><author><name>Bella Armyknightslady</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114970316882742693808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fcD1rn23fw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFCA/SbAqouRLv3o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CImUggKh7Hw/TzgiwNHw4FI/AAAAAAAAFDU/gkn-XD9slIE/s72-c/ts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463822858622875394.post-1019459964567094240</id><published>2012-02-11T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T20:27:43.920-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012 february'/><title type='text'>RIP Whitney Houston</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--eWypeojdXw/Tzc_p6PtQ2I/AAAAAAAAFDM/y0h5x2rBDnw/s1600/401300_10150803870189572_761824571_12408079_385161313_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--eWypeojdXw/Tzc_p6PtQ2I/AAAAAAAAFDM/y0h5x2rBDnw/s320/401300_10150803870189572_761824571_12408079_385161313_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;I get that some people don't care about celebrities and they think its stupid that some of us get so attached. I was devastated with Michael Jackson died. I was sad when Heath Ledger died. What a loss IMO. I also understand people don't want to hear about it (you know there is a way to hide those feeds?) I understand people are upset because celebrities get more media attention than our lost heroe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;s that die in battle... again I think its TRAGIC but is it really necessary trashing the dead? I grew up you don't speak ill of the dead. There is no reason for you to call her names. You can't stand in judgement yet. You aren't supposed to judge her or anyone for that matter. She's standing before God same as Josh Powell and they will get their judgement. Its annoying as F to me that people pretend to be MJ fans NOW but did they listen to his music 6 weeks before he died? Probably not. Now we are going to hear years of Whitney tributes of people who pretend to be her fan. Don't hate on Whitney Houston because she probably made poor choices we all have at one time. Her's cost her daughter a mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;Its tacky... don't do it! Be classy and just respect others and ignore it and don't start drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i757.photobucket.com/albums/xx218/SweetIndulgence2010/bellasig.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: medium none;" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463822858622875394-1019459964567094240?l=armyknightslady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/feeds/1019459964567094240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463822858622875394&amp;postID=1019459964567094240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/1019459964567094240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/1019459964567094240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/2012/02/rip-whitney-houston.html' title='RIP Whitney Houston'/><author><name>Bella Armyknightslady</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114970316882742693808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fcD1rn23fw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFCA/SbAqouRLv3o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--eWypeojdXw/Tzc_p6PtQ2I/AAAAAAAAFDM/y0h5x2rBDnw/s72-c/401300_10150803870189572_761824571_12408079_385161313_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463822858622875394.post-4318575939669503836</id><published>2012-02-11T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T07:00:38.697-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bloggy Mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012 february'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Dare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anxiety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PTSD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misadventures of Bellas Second Life'/><title type='text'>Overcoming Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rB5WDkrM650/TzZ58qzxnjI/AAAAAAAAFCk/CLPY3zTYZC0/s1600/fear_false_evidence_appearing_real.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rB5WDkrM650/TzZ58qzxnjI/AAAAAAAAFCk/CLPY3zTYZC0/s320/fear_false_evidence_appearing_real.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A few years ago I was in a group therapy setting back in Georgia in my old life. The therapist told a story about an old Lion watching over his pride. Outsiders wouldn't come close because when the old lion would roar it would sound loud and scary. In reality the lion was old and his joints were bad and he just couldn't fight like he used to... The lion had a young son in the pride though who's voice wasn't as strong as his father's but his bite and fight were stronger. The "False Evidence" is the older lion's roar.. it made him appear scary yet there wasn't much fight left in him. This quote and this story has pretty much given me some foundation for my "Second Life."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nCMq_8RZTww/TzZ7bLLOy6I/AAAAAAAAFCs/ktGGXZtvE-8/s1600/imgquote.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nCMq_8RZTww/TzZ7bLLOy6I/AAAAAAAAFCs/ktGGXZtvE-8/s320/imgquote.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know I guess my brain is wired differently. I have anxieties just as much as the next person. I have one type of anxiety dealing with my Post Traumatic Stress that is irrational at times but with my anxieties overall I have them in check most of the time. I had a good friend that had anxieties and my step son struggles with them and I have never fathomed letting fear control me. When I was struggling with depression I had a dream that I was back at my first church Trinity and we were having a lock in and I woke up to see demon's taking my church family that I was extremely close to dragging them out of the church. When I woke up I just said to myself perhaps depression is the devil's way of casting doubt or trying to cloud your mind. From that moment I decided I wouldn't let demon's win. I know I sound like I am over the top and usually I am not but about certain things it just pushes it up to the surface. My feelings that fear shouldn't control me comes from this nightmare... this dream as if it was a direct message from God. I have been through a lot of trials in my life starting from birth, dealing with my parents issues with drugs, abuse, &amp;amp; neglect. Then operations through out my teen years. Domestic Violence as an adult and loosing my first husband and son. Then getting out of another unhealthy relationship. Now finally surviving deployments, being away from Mackenzie and dealing with the new challenges that are set before me. I have never lived my life with fear controlling me. I do what I have to do to get it done or I would have never have made it this far.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have talked in my blog about learning to give it to God I am not going to repeat all that again. But just using these tools has helped me overcome fears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wgSc4qsvDzM/TzaCWLUt1fI/AAAAAAAAFDE/3k8nr-R_UzQ/s1600/Let-Go-Let-God.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wgSc4qsvDzM/TzaCWLUt1fI/AAAAAAAAFDE/3k8nr-R_UzQ/s320/Let-Go-Let-God.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FBpc8P9e9eM/TzaCOZfBigI/AAAAAAAAFC8/cc1NxhBvqAE/s1600/eleanor-roosevelt-quotes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FBpc8P9e9eM/TzaCOZfBigI/AAAAAAAAFC8/cc1NxhBvqAE/s320/eleanor-roosevelt-quotes.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2ai9Q0_fqM/TzaCJKHZjQI/AAAAAAAAFC0/q06ak6J_Cbw/s1600/No+Fear.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2ai9Q0_fqM/TzaCJKHZjQI/AAAAAAAAFC0/q06ak6J_Cbw/s320/No+Fear.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i757.photobucket.com/albums/xx218/SweetIndulgence2010/bellasig.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: medium none;" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463822858622875394-4318575939669503836?l=armyknightslady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/feeds/4318575939669503836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463822858622875394&amp;postID=4318575939669503836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/4318575939669503836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/4318575939669503836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/2012/02/overcoming-fear.html' title='Overcoming Fear'/><author><name>Bella Armyknightslady</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114970316882742693808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fcD1rn23fw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFCA/SbAqouRLv3o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rB5WDkrM650/TzZ58qzxnjI/AAAAAAAAFCk/CLPY3zTYZC0/s72-c/fear_false_evidence_appearing_real.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463822858622875394.post-121513450490700637</id><published>2012-02-11T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T06:16:11.695-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012 february'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misadventures of Bellas Second Life'/><title type='text'>I thought I would hate...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Growing up I always said I wouldn't marry into the military and being a Georgia Peach I always said I wouldn't live in Alabama in my&lt;a href="http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/2012/02/carpe-diem-time-i-actually-seized-day.html" target="_blank"&gt; Carpe Diem&lt;/a&gt; moment I did both. I can't say I don't still HATE Alabama but Huntsville I have learned to love. It woo'd me and I am here. You go an hour outside of Huntsville and you&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;see a difference. I was born in California and raised between the suburbs of Los Angeles and Atlanta until the age of 10. Then I lived in the suburbs of Atlanta until I&amp;nbsp;separated&amp;nbsp;for my first husband.Then I lived in the peaceful mountains of Georgia... Still a Georgia Girl through and through. I didn't leave Georgia until I met Rick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would hate being a military wife but being something is more mind over matter. Of course I was spoiled by being stationed at a TRADOC post where the rules are a little more lax for my husband's rank. Its a smaller post (also a bad thing with the drama), great housing... I can't complain about much. It was an&amp;nbsp;experience&amp;nbsp;I would do over and over again. No regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bloggymoms.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="a mom blog community" src="http://api.ning.com:80/files/L4uLIkPMs4YsqGqfduMxdIupnhVKjJ2ural2ujbCjeeRecblknxvMPtnN11Ge*mzJ7OePE3nHCxvmzPkCgyeN1cm0eAXwYk2/blogdaregroup2012.png?width=150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i757.photobucket.com/albums/xx218/SweetIndulgence2010/bellasig.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: medium none;" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463822858622875394-121513450490700637?l=armyknightslady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/feeds/121513450490700637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463822858622875394&amp;postID=121513450490700637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/121513450490700637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/121513450490700637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-thought-i-would-hate.html' title='I thought I would hate...'/><author><name>Bella Armyknightslady</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114970316882742693808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fcD1rn23fw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFCA/SbAqouRLv3o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463822858622875394.post-210423762428320429</id><published>2012-02-11T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T05:50:38.370-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bloggy Mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012 february'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Dare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood memories'/><title type='text'>A place from my past that felt like home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M3iC6JZKFPU/TzZthnfAGWI/AAAAAAAAFCc/LAGyKfy96Yo/s1600/home-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M3iC6JZKFPU/TzZthnfAGWI/AAAAAAAAFCc/LAGyKfy96Yo/s320/home-5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My home away from home growing up was the church I grew up in Trinity and my grandfather's farm. I was like a caged bird stretching her wings on the farm. I had so much freedom especially the older I got. My grandfather's wife had some issues dealing with my sisters, cousins and I and would lock us out of the house. But we were farm children its what we probably needed. Drinking out of a hose that had laid in the summer heat we weren't worried about diseases etc. We walked barefoot on the rock's that paved the drive ways. Climbed the tree's and ran in the pasture. I bet we even waded in the lake at times. I miss those days and I wish I could give my children the same open air freedom I had. Not having to worry about playing in the yard because a sexual predator or kidnapper might be lurking nearby. Not too many "boogie" men wondering around acre's and acre's of private land. Another place I always felt like I could run to was my neighbor and best friend Alicia's house and I did when I ran away I just ran two doors down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bloggymoms.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="a mom blog community" src="http://api.ning.com:80/files/L4uLIkPMs4YsqGqfduMxdIupnhVKjJ2ural2ujbCjeeRecblknxvMPtnN11Ge*mzJ7OePE3nHCxvmzPkCgyeN1cm0eAXwYk2/blogdaregroup2012.png?width=150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i757.photobucket.com/albums/xx218/SweetIndulgence2010/bellasig.png" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: medium; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: medium; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: medium; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: medium;" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463822858622875394-210423762428320429?l=armyknightslady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/feeds/210423762428320429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463822858622875394&amp;postID=210423762428320429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/210423762428320429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/210423762428320429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/2012/02/place-from-my-past-that-felt-like-home.html' title='A place from my past that felt like home.'/><author><name>Bella Armyknightslady</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114970316882742693808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fcD1rn23fw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFCA/SbAqouRLv3o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M3iC6JZKFPU/TzZthnfAGWI/AAAAAAAAFCc/LAGyKfy96Yo/s72-c/home-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463822858622875394.post-5170973525331489919</id><published>2012-02-10T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T11:07:46.114-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bloggy Mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012 february'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Dare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Military'/><title type='text'>My Volunteer Work</title><content type='html'>I don't mind Volunteering as a matter of fact I am always trying to scheme up ways to volunteer. There is just never enough time. Sadly I haven't been able to volunteer with my daughters activities (class or girl scouts) because I always have to have William with me. Its something I have felt guilty about for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;As a teenager I volunteered in a Homeless shelter in Atlanta for recovering Drug Addicts. I would volunteer to clean up the Atlanta Motor Speedway after a race (that is DISGUSTING!), I have volunteered to clean up rivers and creeks as a teenager. As an adult I have ran a mommy group since my oldest was 6 months old and Bella's Mommy Chat is 11 years old going strong :) Why do I consider this a volunteer activity because I believe I have helped many young mothers through the loneliness and difficulty of having a new baby. When I was in the thick of my "first life" I had Department Family and Children Services examining every move I made, They had me in a job program where I had to get a job, daycare assistance, Medicaid, Food Stamps, WIC, and Temporary Assistance for Needy Families. I have had all the assistance they can give me... the good and the bad. They believed I was doing volunteer work through Bella's Mommy Chat and PAID me until I had a regular paying job. I also volunteered at Tallatoona CAP to help Low Income families get heating costs met, medicines, and food. Once I became an Army Wife I did volunteer at Army Community Service. I didn't get to do much but I wanted to do so much more. I helped out with the Waiting Spouses. Waiting Spouses are those spouses who have husband's that are geographically&amp;nbsp;separated. I was also like an FRG Leader/Point of Contact for my husband's MITT team. I was the go to girl for the whole Tennessee and Alabama area :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bloggymoms.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="a mom blog community" src="http://api.ning.com:80/files/L4uLIkPMs4YsqGqfduMxdIupnhVKjJ2ural2ujbCjeeRecblknxvMPtnN11Ge*mzJ7OePE3nHCxvmzPkCgyeN1cm0eAXwYk2/blogdaregroup2012.png?width=150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i757.photobucket.com/albums/xx218/SweetIndulgence2010/bellasig.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: medium none;" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463822858622875394-5170973525331489919?l=armyknightslady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/feeds/5170973525331489919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463822858622875394&amp;postID=5170973525331489919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/5170973525331489919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/5170973525331489919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-volunteer-work.html' title='My Volunteer Work'/><author><name>Bella Armyknightslady</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114970316882742693808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fcD1rn23fw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFCA/SbAqouRLv3o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463822858622875394.post-1197903089542206995</id><published>2012-02-10T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T10:19:45.182-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bloggy Mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012 february'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Dare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misadventures of Bellas Second Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rick'/><title type='text'>Carpe diem - the time I actually seized the day.</title><content type='html'>Should I start by telling a Thelma and Louise or a Bonnie and Clyde type story.. Sharing a bunch of pictures of our journey. It really didn't happen with all the thrill and&amp;nbsp;excitement&amp;nbsp;that Hollywood gives us. My Louise to my Thelma they were not with me but I thought maybe they were supporting me from the comfort of their homes in Florida and New York. My "Brad Pitt" wasn't in a&amp;nbsp;convertible&amp;nbsp;but it was a rusty old Geo Metro oh and we had a four year old stow away. The day I said Carpe Diem knowing I was giving up a whole branch of my family tree... just chopping it right down. Leaving behind the world I created in Georgia when just months earlier I swore I would never leave as long as Mackenzie was stuck there. In 24 short hours I decided to wrap the scarf around my neck grab my 4 year old by the hand and just jumped into the abyss without looking. Believe it or not the 4 hour car ride to Huntsville wasn't filled with&amp;nbsp;awkward&amp;nbsp;silences. I was in lust or love with my prince charming we seemed to mesh like Peanut Butter and Jelly. We had just met in person less than 48 hours earlier but we KNEW each other in such a deeper meaning and way we drove into our future without looking in the rear view mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bNOUNFNYAmA" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;JO DEE MESSINA - BYE BYE LYRICS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy you sure look good there standin' in the doorway in the sunset light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I read you wrong thinkin' you could be my Mr. Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was puttin' my heart and soul on the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said you needed some time, just a little more time to make up your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's been long enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye love I'll catch you later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a left foot down on my accelerator and the rear view mirror torn off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't never lookin' back and that's a fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried all I can imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've begged and pleaded in true lover's fashion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got pride I'm takin' it for a ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye, bye bye my baby, bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think all those tears are gonna hold me here like they've done before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll find what's left of us in a cloud of dust on highway 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby what did you expect me to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sit around and wait on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm through watchin' you just skate around the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know it sounds trite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye love I'll catch you later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a left foot down on my accelerator and the rear view mirror torn off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I ain't never lookin' back, and that's a fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried all I can imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've begged and pleaded in true lover's fashion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got pride I'm takin' it for a ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye, bye bye my baby, bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd lost the game I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my best to win the part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm leavin' here with what's left of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye, I'll catch you later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a left foot down on my accelerator and the rear view mirror torn off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I ain't never lookin' back you can count on that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried all I can imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've begged and pleaded in true lover's fashion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got pride I'm takin' it for a ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye, bye bye my baby, bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye, bye bye my baby, bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsbay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;LyricsBay&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsbay.com/bye_bye_lyrics-jo_dee_messina.html" target="_blank"&gt;JO DEE MESSINA - BYE BYE LYRICS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bloggymoms.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="a mom blog community" src="http://api.ning.com:80/files/L4uLIkPMs4YsqGqfduMxdIupnhVKjJ2ural2ujbCjeeRecblknxvMPtnN11Ge*mzJ7OePE3nHCxvmzPkCgyeN1cm0eAXwYk2/blogdaregroup2012.png?width=150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i757.photobucket.com/albums/xx218/SweetIndulgence2010/bellasig.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: medium none;" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463822858622875394-1197903089542206995?l=armyknightslady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/feeds/1197903089542206995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463822858622875394&amp;postID=1197903089542206995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/1197903089542206995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/1197903089542206995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/2012/02/carpe-diem-time-i-actually-seized-day.html' title='Carpe diem - the time I actually seized the day.'/><author><name>Bella Armyknightslady</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114970316882742693808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fcD1rn23fw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFCA/SbAqouRLv3o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bNOUNFNYAmA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463822858622875394.post-1327256796887466682</id><published>2012-02-07T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T06:34:22.520-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012 february'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>I hate you words with friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;I try to post things that interest me on my blogs and on Facebook. Anyone that is a Facebook friend of mine knows my feed is filled with news articles and discussions that interest me or others. So this Rants from the Mommyland bloggy friend of mine posted a hilarious blog on my feed this morning and I wanted to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rantsfrommommyland.com/2012/02/i-hate-you-words-with-friends.html"&gt;http://www.rantsfrommommyland.com/2012/02/i-hate-you-words-with-friends.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i757.photobucket.com/albums/xx218/SweetIndulgence2010/bellasig.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: medium none;" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463822858622875394-1327256796887466682?l=armyknightslady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/feeds/1327256796887466682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463822858622875394&amp;postID=1327256796887466682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/1327256796887466682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/1327256796887466682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-hate-you-words-with-friends.html' title='I hate you words with friends'/><author><name>Bella Armyknightslady</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114970316882742693808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fcD1rn23fw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFCA/SbAqouRLv3o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463822858622875394.post-4553132950442337279</id><published>2012-02-06T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T18:14:50.426-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bloggy Mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012 february'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Dare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skylar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rick'/><title type='text'>Decision</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/decision" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Decision Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk298/Hellbound08/decision.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;I lead my life with my heart whether it be wrong or right its how I roll... Some people may have thought that it was a tough decision on leaving Georgia but it wasn't I trusted my instincts. Was it a tough decision marrying Rick with just living with him two short weeks? No! I dated my first husband a year and got married with the formal wedding and all that just to be a victim of domestic violence and sexual abuse. I always had second thoughts even standing at my reception wondering about my first love and if I was making the right decision on leaving him behind. I said I would never marry again if I had doubt. I dated my ex for five years and I wasn't ready to have kids or marry him. I am glad I never did. So I moved in...new to Huntsville... new to Army life and married into it in about two short weeks and no regrets. I don't live life by regrets. As they say at one time it was what you wanted. It wasn't a tough decision for me. It wasn't impulsive either. I did think about it A LOT! The tough decision of my life has had to do with other things I am just not ready to open up about. For one it involves someone that is no longer on Earth and I don't believe in bringing it up. I will tell you about one tough decision I made. I was&amp;nbsp;separated&amp;nbsp;from my first husband living in one of those hotel's you pay by the week, pregnant, working at Waffle House, sicker than a dog. I had horrible morning sickness. My Guardian wanted me to give up my baby for adoption. I had a family picked out. My friend April's sister wanted my little girl. My biological mother told me I wouldn't DARE adopt out a baby outside of our family that I should just give it to my sister. My Guardian argued she would disown me. It was a nightmare. I urge you to NEVER EVER EVER do this to your child. PLEASE do not give your child&amp;nbsp;ultimatums&amp;nbsp;when it comes to the hardest decision of their lives on whether or not to parent. YOU do not have to deal with the guilt on the decision. THEY do. I was so sick with morning sickness, kidney infections over and over again. I couldn't work so I couldn't pay my rent and I was so worried about how I was going to pay bills during Maternity Leave. Its not like Waffle House pays you haha. I had the other waitress' stealing my tips anyways. I had a homeless woman get another customer to pay my rent. I saw my husband and he said you can't give up this baby and he suggested even naming it Tristan if it is a boy. At the time I barely got to see my beautiful son and I made a promise to my daughter that I would keep her and I wouldn't depend on anyone else to support her and any of her dreams and needs would be met by me. I owe her so much. Skylar and I will always have that amazing bond because of one really tough decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-np47nTw2w2c/TzCIfE0sTKI/AAAAAAAAFCI/pT82VHfdcIg/s1600/pic035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-np47nTw2w2c/TzCIfE0sTKI/AAAAAAAAFCI/pT82VHfdcIg/s1600/pic035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rK06qFlx9R4/TzCIvFfXN0I/AAAAAAAAFCQ/IlHeV1q7us0/s1600/388921_320660557961543_106707996023468_1184609_1775898693_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rK06qFlx9R4/TzCIvFfXN0I/AAAAAAAAFCQ/IlHeV1q7us0/s320/388921_320660557961543_106707996023468_1184609_1775898693_n.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i757.photobucket.com/albums/xx218/SweetIndulgence2010/bellasig.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: medium none;" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;a href="http://bloggymoms.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="a mom blog community" src="http://api.ning.com:80/files/L4uLIkPMs4YsqGqfduMxdIupnhVKjJ2ural2ujbCjeeRecblknxvMPtnN11Ge*mzJ7OePE3nHCxvmzPkCgyeN1cm0eAXwYk2/blogdaregroup2012.png?width=150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463822858622875394-4553132950442337279?l=armyknightslady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/feeds/4553132950442337279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463822858622875394&amp;postID=4553132950442337279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/4553132950442337279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/4553132950442337279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/2012/02/decision.html' title='Decision'/><author><name>Bella Armyknightslady</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114970316882742693808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fcD1rn23fw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFCA/SbAqouRLv3o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-np47nTw2w2c/TzCIfE0sTKI/AAAAAAAAFCI/pT82VHfdcIg/s72-c/pic035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463822858622875394.post-3537699828858821764</id><published>2012-02-06T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T17:41:20.109-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bloggy Mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012 february'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Dare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the kids'/><title type='text'>Words people use incorrectly</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;I do believe every word in my title should be capitalized....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v396/Sntfrmgod4me2lve/personal%20tags/blinkies/?action=view&amp;amp;current=typo.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v396/Sntfrmgod4me2lve/personal%20tags/blinkies/typo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am not a stickler for words,&amp;nbsp;grammar, or spelling. My friend Danielle even calls herself the typo queen. She is thankful for her Iphone has auto correct. I have always been pretty good about reading through her typo's so it couldn't have been that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/typo/Klomsky/Cbox/typo.gif?o=133" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i638.photobucket.com/albums/uu107/Klomsky/Cbox/typo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/typo/hollykingham/Blinkies/typo.jpg?o=124" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b305/hollykingham/Blinkies/typo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not the type to correct your spelling or grammar EVERY time. My step son does that and it drives me crazy. I don't understand the purpose of doing it ALL the time. If the person cared then they would speak correctly like a well educated snob. I don't type things out most of the time. I am a short hand junkie I admit it. I have used AOL and been in too many chat rooms for too long and over use LOL (laugh out loud). I don't like spelling probably so your more than likely to get a "prolly" out of me. If you look at my phone in my text messages very few words are shortened however. I even tend to type out numbers as one, two, etc. I have always believed "alot" is a word but I have made it my New Years resolution to use it as two. I honestly have to slow down and think between "there", "their", and "they're". Yes I try to use them correctly. I have a hard time spelling "maintenance" for some reason. I don't like to say out loud&amp;nbsp;specifically&amp;nbsp;because I can't pronounce it right in my opinion and never have been able to. I am a southern gal and I say "ya'll" and I always will. "You all" just seems like a waste... notice I didn't say waist. I was writing an email today to my Scentsy Consultant and I was discussing "scents" that I "sent" to my sister but it came out I "scent" to my sister. I caught my mistake after I hit send (I am a bit quick at hitting send). I corrected my mistake and had a laugh over it.&lt;a href="https://tamilanin.scentsy.us/Buy/SetupPrompt" target="_blank"&gt; Interested in Scentsy?&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Growing up when I would ask my guardian "Where is Mom at?" His reply would always be "Behind the at!" Oh it drove me crazy but it broke the habit... most of the time. I would tell the dogs growing up "Go lay down!". My guardian would tell me it is "lie" down so now I am busy telling Rick that it is "lie" but he probably thinks I am lying haha. I admit I don't know how to use "who" or "whom" and I might use either at anytime. I do think saying um um can be annoying and makes you look uneducated. When I talk to people online and they constantly hit the ";" or the "&amp;gt;;" or even the "/" instead of the key that is right next to it. How often do you miss the same key on your own keyboard? I don't care how often you type it the semi colon will never turn into an "L."Are you not coordinated enough to use the shift key and the question mark at the same time? Another one that I do correct is "Im" At least your capitalizing the "I" but its either "I'm" or "I am" and I often see I am used as Im. Just look at it and its incorrect. I know a person that says I "wood" go to the store but I am out of gas. When corrected he gets angry. He also said the sink "skirts" instead of squirts. I think sometimes when you misspell or mispronounce a word and you know its incorrect you just want to remain ignorant. The conversation with these people can quickly become like the Who's on First joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/typo/auts_2006/blinkies/typo.gif?o=127" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k255/auts_2006/blinkies/typo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might find it interesting that my school picked our senior slogan as "Class of '97 Enuff Said'"&lt;br /&gt;I might get anxious but that doesn't mean I am nervous even though my nerves may be shot. Nervous and Anxious doesn't always go hand and hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love my&amp;nbsp;kid-isms&amp;nbsp;for their words however. When Skylar was a toddler she would say.. "I hope you deel bebber", "Bam Bam" for band aid, "Bee na" for Banana... I miss that!&lt;br /&gt;William has been very good at using the actual terms for everything and not speaking baby. The only baby word he has for anything is his "sissy cup" or his "bubba"... how I detest and despised that word before it came out of his sweet little mouth. Oh yeah and our cat Cocoa is a Dodo of course I have called her Caca by Freudian slip myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Gee! 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We've changed, our children have grown... loving and living life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vd6BqxTEEwE/Ty8sPki_30I/AAAAAAAAFAk/3MaVAk_x3hE/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vd6BqxTEEwE/Ty8sPki_30I/AAAAAAAAFAk/3MaVAk_x3hE/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My daughter, Skylar, 4 years old this day in 2007&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years ago the pictures of this sweet little blonde headed round faced girl is hardly recognizable in her red dress and red tights. Now she is almost 10 and growing up quicker than I can blink. In 5 years we have been through a deployment then Alex's deployment, We've bought a car and a house and had a baby. You've retired out of the military and started a career at Northrup Grumman. Five years ago I didn't think this is where we would be but I can't say my dreams haven't come true. Its been a journey and on most&amp;nbsp;journeys&amp;nbsp;through life it isn't always easy but I can bet its worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O9weDwOFhZ4/Ty8sq3mG50I/AAAAAAAAFA0/RNGgffZD-no/s1600/2006jan02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O9weDwOFhZ4/Ty8sq3mG50I/AAAAAAAAFA0/RNGgffZD-no/s320/2006jan02.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rick in 2006 (Korea)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PFs3KI8XUSo/Ty8sZBa0m9I/AAAAAAAAFAs/vfaw206c1Vk/s1600/661797842_l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PFs3KI8XUSo/Ty8sZBa0m9I/AAAAAAAAFAs/vfaw206c1Vk/s1600/661797842_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Skylar &amp;amp; I in 2006 in Georgia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;In 2006 there was something called Yahoo 360. Sort of a blog... sort of a social networking site. Maybe one of the first? I wrote a blog about sucky life from Georgia. You were bored, newly single, avoiding trouble when you were stationed in Korea. You found it somehow and read it. You would send me comments here and there for about 6 months. Then it came time for you to leave Korea.. You got stationed in Alabama! We chatted some through instant messenger and Yahoo 360. I complained about my horrible relationship and you complained about women afraid of commitment. Your no where love life and as you explained it your downward spiral. &amp;nbsp;By December the D' Man's addiction got really bad and life for me was pretty hard. My two jobs had cut hours back horribly. D' Man was abusing alcohol and xanax enough to pass out for days. He was getting laid off too they were closing the factory for good. The emotional abuse from him reached a fever pitch and my online support told me I had to leave (once again I was in that situation) that it was horrible for my princess. I saw the green grass out there. I had no idea it was you that my heart wanted. You heard rumors of deployment looming and I was thrown for a loop. I had no idea why it was hard for me to take even if you reassured me it was probably in the Green Zone (probably a lie). I mean I have known plenty of people to deploy and I never felt like this. I would even talk to D' Man about it. I would talk to my two closest friends "O." and Kristin. I told O. and Kristin almost everything. On December 30th I decided I couldn't start another new year with the same drama, the same abuse as I survived once before. I broke it off with D' Man he wasn't taking no for an answer either. I had no place to go either even after I begged my Guardian for help. I tried. After the new year you started to talk to me about house sitting for you while you were deployed. I could take public transportation around Huntsville, watch the house, work wherever I wanted, Skylar would need to be in Pre K or Daycare. We had a plan. We had a plan that if I wanted to live in Huntsville. No strings attached and just stay while you were deployed at least you could help me get on my feet in one way... just a safe shelter there with the boys (Alex and James). Alex was also working at the time. So Martin Luther King Jr's Birthday came which means a long weekend for the Military. You drove to Georgia to meet me and discuss if this was a situation I would like to do on a platonic level. You told the boys you were coming to me and my daughter. I arranged for my sister and her wife to watch Skylar but that quickly turned into a disaster after D' Man found out I was meeting a man. It was truly one of the second worst nightmares of my life and you didn't haul ass back to Alabama. At that point there was sparks there and O. and Kristin had already read some of the emails and stuff and they told me it was Kismet that if I ignored it (which I planned on ignoring it because I didn't want a rebound.) I would be a fool and would regret it if something happened to you when you were deployed. That night I called my guardian which was as close as I had to a mom and told her about the horrible night and I said I planned on moving to Alabama eventually. She was&amp;nbsp;disgusted&amp;nbsp;with me and she didn't agree with it. Certain events happened and it went from eventually to the same day or the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-elIz7kbRWc4/Ty8taS3574I/AAAAAAAAFA8/Eyk5BF1My3s/s1600/Picture+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-elIz7kbRWc4/Ty8taS3574I/AAAAAAAAFA8/Eyk5BF1My3s/s320/Picture+001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our first photo together in 2007&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So as you say on Martin Luther King Jr's birthday you kidnapped me and brought me to Huntsville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex was very close to leaving for MEPS (&lt;em style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Military Entrance Processing Station&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px;"&gt;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;and BCT (Bootcamp) adjustments were a bit difficult at first looking back I see a lot of James reactions were pretty sincere and nothing against me or the little 4 year old intruder. Everyone had to get used to having her around. Within a week or so we sat the boys down and James said well... you are getting married aren't you? We wanted to do it before Alex left and before you got orders yourself. Then I planned on us eloping in just a few whirlwind days and we went up to the Chapel on the Mountain and got married in the presence of most of our children and total strangers. After the ceremony we went to Logan's for dinner and enjoyed each other's company. The next day Alex had to leave for BCT for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l81tNyMQ-eU/Ty8u5OVRszI/AAAAAAAAFBM/rTzZGqB4VBs/s1600/DSC_0041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l81tNyMQ-eU/Ty8u5OVRszI/AAAAAAAAFBM/rTzZGqB4VBs/s320/DSC_0041.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SsitvawzaOU/Ty8uyQ2Yu-I/AAAAAAAAFBE/BIXsfrkyYz0/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SsitvawzaOU/Ty8uyQ2Yu-I/AAAAAAAAFBE/BIXsfrkyYz0/s320/DSC_0043.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hZ273MtYcK8/Ty8vKe0tkjI/AAAAAAAAFBU/P5NF8NHo2Ms/s1600/DSC_0068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hZ273MtYcK8/Ty8vKe0tkjI/AAAAAAAAFBU/P5NF8NHo2Ms/s320/DSC_0068.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Its funny I looked back on my blogs (myspace and here) to see if I blogged anything when we got married and I didn't blog for the first 4-5 months of our marriage. Most of my Myspace blogs have been erased from the server by the Myspace God's screw you!. Maybe I had them on yahoo 360 and they could be forever lost. Who knows! I know eventually you did get deployment orders. You were leaving for training just 5 months into our marriage. We took trips and went on a marriage retreat of course we were newlyweds there wasn't nothing to fix yet but a lot to learn about marriage and even though it was a second marriage for both of us we both knew we had a lot to learn! When we were in Huntsville you got me comfortable here and comfortable with Military Life. How easily I got it! I fell in love with Huntsville. People said it was the best decision I ever made. I can't deny it has to be one of the best!&lt;br /&gt;On July 22nd you left for Kansas to go to training. It was a rough and tough road at first. I didn't know what to expect and just tried to keep Skylar &amp;amp; myself busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OyTZevAIXYM/Ty8wbygikOI/AAAAAAAAFBo/hSC8UTsODlA/s1600/P7230016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OyTZevAIXYM/Ty8wbygikOI/AAAAAAAAFBo/hSC8UTsODlA/s200/P7230016.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mMRh_UNP0R4/Ty8wdM7vgiI/AAAAAAAAFBw/PcHjWmMyLMg/s1600/P7230018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mMRh_UNP0R4/Ty8wdM7vgiI/AAAAAAAAFBw/PcHjWmMyLMg/s200/P7230018.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y_eT8GyTjuo/Ty8wYxpJepI/AAAAAAAAFBg/VZxxjLOae4Q/s1600/P7220005blur.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y_eT8GyTjuo/Ty8wYxpJepI/AAAAAAAAFBg/VZxxjLOae4Q/s320/P7220005blur.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Even now when I hear a song I listened to during your training and deployment it takes me back to those emotions and those fears. I am SO proud of us. I know not everyone deals with deployment very well and I honestly had my fears since I have abandonment issues and had just dealt with the major blow of loosing a best friend and struggling to hold on to the other all awhile of letting you go without even family to turn to. I had my family a 19 year old away AIT, a 18 year old that well God only knows what he was thinking he was probably unsure and scared, and a 4 year old that seemed more sure about her future than we were. She often verbalized it too. She was so much my rock. You have given me such a foundation and a piece of your heart how could I let you down?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't have made it without that little bit of foundation and Skylar's steady strength.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yet still I listen to some of the lyrics from those songs and I feel the same lows I had, the lonely days, the days where I knew how in love I was with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;From October 10th 2007- You no longer belonged to me you were 100% property of the US Army on foreign soil. You decided to come home for our first Anniversary. I had totaled your car back in October so we had to buy a new car during R&amp;amp;R not exactly how I wanted to spend my R&amp;amp;R. I had planned an awesome Anniversary though... A night at the Embassy Hotel, A Couples Massage and a Gondola ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At the Embassy I reserved the Honeymoon Suite and I snuck in to give it my own touch of romance. We dropped Skylar off at the sitter and arrived at the hotel at dinner at Ruth and Chris. At 4 Am there was a Tornado Siren and we were being evacuated to the lobby. A tornado was overhead... yet the ceiling was made of glass?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The next day we went ahead with our couples massage at the hotel spa. A few days later when the winds calmed down it was safe enough to go on the Gondola. Memories that won't ever fade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lmAh7nEdFNA/Ty8z3GR62aI/AAAAAAAAFB4/WN53rBAxZXw/s1600/scan0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lmAh7nEdFNA/Ty8z3GR62aI/AAAAAAAAFB4/WN53rBAxZXw/s320/scan0003.jpg" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You came home to me in October 2008! Within two months we were pregnant with William of course with a pregnancy and new baby things seem to be a whirlwind. I couldn't tell you what we did for our third anniversary other than probably eating at Logans. Our Fourth anniversary was at Melting Pot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After you came home from Iraq we've had even harder adjustments, even larger hills to climb but we are making it and hopefully its sealing the glue between us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i757.photobucket.com/albums/xx218/SweetIndulgence2010/bellasig.png" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat repeat; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: medium; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: medium; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: medium; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: medium;" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463822858622875394-3363053205397213199?l=armyknightslady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/feeds/3363053205397213199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463822858622875394&amp;postID=3363053205397213199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/3363053205397213199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/3363053205397213199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/2012/02/our-5th-anniversary.html' title='Our 5th Anniversary'/><author><name>Bella Armyknightslady</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114970316882742693808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fcD1rn23fw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFCA/SbAqouRLv3o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vd6BqxTEEwE/Ty8sPki_30I/AAAAAAAAFAk/3MaVAk_x3hE/s72-c/DSC_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463822858622875394.post-8229521320509875452</id><published>2012-02-04T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T05:40:14.835-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bloggy Mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012 february'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Dare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mackenzie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autism'/><title type='text'>I wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ejhfl0S-zK0/Ty0yrJNfaRI/AAAAAAAAFAc/CKyNDb7JIjM/s1600/wish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ejhfl0S-zK0/Ty0yrJNfaRI/AAAAAAAAFAc/CKyNDb7JIjM/s400/wish.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things I wish for.. I wish that Scientist and doctors had more of a knowledge and could answer more questions about Autism and other disorders on the spectrum. Not what is happening with DSM-5 proposal to eliminate all other&amp;nbsp;disorders's&amp;nbsp;on the spectrum and just keep treating and diagnosing the very classic Autistic children and adults. I would wish for a cure for Autism or at least a treatment. I would wish for an end and cure to Childhood Cancer. I would wish for an end to child abuse, sexual abuse, and domestic violence. I would wish for an end to end the suffering of our troops and their families. For all their&amp;nbsp;sacrifice&amp;nbsp;that is the last thing they should have to do is suffer through whatever ail's them. Homelessness, Mental Illness, Suicide, Loss of Limb, PTSD, etc...I would wish for more peace, understanding and compassion in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I could honestly say that if I had one wish I would wish anything above would actually happen. I would have to say if I had one wish that I would be tempted to wish that Mackenzie would have never left my side that he would have never had to suffer through the loss of a parent (or both parents). I would wish Mackenzie home. I would wish that if I could I would wish I could bring him home. Its terribly selfish but it is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://BloggyMoms.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="a mom blog community" src="http://api.ning.com:80/files/L4uLIkPMs4YsqGqfduMxdIupnhVKjJ2ural2ujbCjeeRecblknxvMPtnN11Ge*mzJ7OePE3nHCxvmzPkCgyeN1cm0eAXwYk2/blogdaregroup2012.png?width=150"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i757.photobucket.com/albums/xx218/SweetIndulgence2010/bellasig.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: medium none;" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463822858622875394-8229521320509875452?l=armyknightslady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/feeds/8229521320509875452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463822858622875394&amp;postID=8229521320509875452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/8229521320509875452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/8229521320509875452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-wish.html' title='I wish'/><author><name>Bella Armyknightslady</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114970316882742693808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fcD1rn23fw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFCA/SbAqouRLv3o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ejhfl0S-zK0/Ty0yrJNfaRI/AAAAAAAAFAc/CKyNDb7JIjM/s72-c/wish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463822858622875394.post-8615388406732558657</id><published>2012-02-04T05:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T05:25:08.978-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012 february'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Dare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood memories'/><title type='text'>Confessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-03lM-AMF7QY/Ty0o102QtCI/AAAAAAAAFAQ/jgcAYYrXbtQ/s1600/Homer-Simpson_Catholic_Confession.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-03lM-AMF7QY/Ty0o102QtCI/AAAAAAAAFAQ/jgcAYYrXbtQ/s400/Homer-Simpson_Catholic_Confession.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This one is a late post because honestly I couldn't think of something. I am not afraid to fess up when I've been caught but I have been leading a pretty honest life in this second life of mine. So I thought I would do some story telling and say I've been caught at the end... that this was all an elaborate story... not the truth. Writers block must have hit me hard. I had a busy day yesterday starting at 9 am and I really didn't get home till after dinner for an extended period of time. Then my daughter wanted to cook a recipe out of her cook book and watch A Smile As Big As The Moon...So blogging didn't come priority yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I guess I will tell you that I wasn't as always as an honest teen. I did have a bad or mischievous crowd of friends from time to time. Some friends of mine did drugs... I did not. They snuck out I wouldn't dare...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ah but I did try smoking and I did steal from Helene's purse (my guardian)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so here are three childhood confessional stories from my (I really didn't think I was a HORRIBLE teen) teen life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Helene used to smoke so she was more sensitive to the smell I think. As an ex smoker I can say I am more sensitive to it now then I was then too. Helene's husband used to smoke but no one was allowed to smoke in the house. Even Helene's elderly father had to scoot over to the back door of his downstairs apartment to smoke. Chuck Helene's husband would go out the front door. I don't know why but for some reason I decided to smoke in my room. (I was such an idiot). I had a can by the window sill and I cracked it open enough to blow smoke out and put the cig out in the can. Well&amp;nbsp;apparently&amp;nbsp;I left the pack in my purse and went for a walk. She went into my room for whatever reason and found the pack of cigarettes I blamed it on my friend Stephanie saying they were hers. I had been caught... but she bought my story... I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I would be so paranoid outside smoking while walking around the neighborhood with friends because I knew my guardian knew a good bit of the neighbors anyone of them could have called her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Another story is about a twenty dollar bill. Helene had have several misplaced twenty dollar bills that I wasn't responsible for. My "boyfriend" Nick needed cash for something probably cigarette's or pot.. So I stole twenty and gave it to him. Well he took it to the closest store and bought High Times Magazine with it. Helene had followed us and went into the store and had secretly marked the twenty and we had been caught... Now that I&amp;nbsp;committed&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;misdemeanor&amp;nbsp;she had&amp;nbsp;committed&amp;nbsp;a felony... so who caught who?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My Guardian had a son named Duane and Duane was married to Sherry. Sherry was rarely ever the big sister people would have thought she would have been to me. Duane was always like a father/brother. Sherry was always a pain in my a$$. I admit there was some jealousy because Helene (my guardian) would buy her gifts for Daughter of the Year (you have your own&amp;nbsp;stinkin' daughter). She would always call her that where I was called hey this is the girl I have custody of... even if I had been in her life almost all of mine. I was never my daughter unless it was "good" for her. I always felt like a black sheep. I rarely felt like Sherry was nice to me. She always seemed against me which made me rebel. The time I came home WAY past curfew and Helene told Sherry to punish me. I think I would have looked at it differently if Sherry had her own kids at this time (now she has 4.) But Sherry was always the bad guy it drove me mad. Okay so the story goes we had sat down for dinner one night and I had&amp;nbsp;secretly&amp;nbsp;dyed my hair with one of those temporary dye's... I wanted auburn hair (I still want more auburn in my hair). Well at dinner one night Sherry had noticed my hair was slightly different... oops the dye was fading and turning a weird shade of purple. It was barely&amp;nbsp;noticeable&amp;nbsp;because Helene had not noticed until Sherry tattled on me. I had a job I earned my own money and bought hair dye. I got in so much trouble. Also near my job at Publix was a Blockbuster Video so I rented Dangerous Minds (you know Michelle Pfieffer is a bad ass teacher to bad ass kids in the hood) and Sherry tattled on me about that as well. I had to return it without even watching it. Yet Charlotte used to let me go into her room and watch scary movies! (She was the cool "sister")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So there ya have it... That's how I got caught and you go to see the confessions from my teen years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://BloggyMoms.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="a mom blog community" src="http://api.ning.com:80/files/L4uLIkPMs4YsqGqfduMxdIupnhVKjJ2ural2ujbCjeeRecblknxvMPtnN11Ge*mzJ7OePE3nHCxvmzPkCgyeN1cm0eAXwYk2/blogdaregroup2012.png?width=150"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i757.photobucket.com/albums/xx218/SweetIndulgence2010/bellasig.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: medium none;" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463822858622875394-8615388406732558657?l=armyknightslady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/feeds/8615388406732558657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463822858622875394&amp;postID=8615388406732558657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/8615388406732558657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/8615388406732558657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/2012/02/confessions.html' title='Confessions'/><author><name>Bella Armyknightslady</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114970316882742693808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fcD1rn23fw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFCA/SbAqouRLv3o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-03lM-AMF7QY/Ty0o102QtCI/AAAAAAAAFAQ/jgcAYYrXbtQ/s72-c/Homer-Simpson_Catholic_Confession.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463822858622875394.post-432562946879785251</id><published>2012-02-02T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T05:24:28.646-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bloggy Mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012 february'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Dare'/><title type='text'>I admit, I like...</title><content type='html'>really good trashy drama's on TV like I like the Kardashian's, Teen Mom, 16 and Pregnant, Jersey Shore... Although I don't watch the Kardashian's anymore due to my ethical beliefs. I know that sounds like a bit of&amp;nbsp;hypocritical joke. I still enjoy good old fashioned drama like MTV, The Bachelor... etc. I even think Jerry Springer or Maury is good for some brain numbing fun! Oh Come ON! Don't roll your eyes at me... I see you. Its not like I watch this crap expecting to be smarter (although sometimes I feel smarter!). If you don't expect anything but entertainment then that's all you get entertainment. Its like dare I say WWF wrestling... &amp;nbsp;you know the sports "entertainment", parts of it are real but its mostly just fun to watch? I remember watching wrestling in the "old life" and it had plenty of drama too! Its nice to not have to deal with reality on occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bloggymoms.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="a mom blog community" src="http://api.ning.com:80/files/L4uLIkPMs4YsqGqfduMxdIupnhVKjJ2ural2ujbCjeeRecblknxvMPtnN11Ge*mzJ7OePE3nHCxvmzPkCgyeN1cm0eAXwYk2/blogdaregroup2012.png?width=150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i757.photobucket.com/albums/xx218/SweetIndulgence2010/bellasig.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: medium none;" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463822858622875394-432562946879785251?l=armyknightslady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/feeds/432562946879785251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463822858622875394&amp;postID=432562946879785251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/432562946879785251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/432562946879785251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-admit-i-like.html' title='I admit, I like...'/><author><name>Bella Armyknightslady</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114970316882742693808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fcD1rn23fw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFCA/SbAqouRLv3o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463822858622875394.post-7268146702929429415</id><published>2012-01-31T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T05:23:03.144-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bloggy Mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012 Jan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Dare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>The Most Underused Item in My House is..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cDAXm0D1dGY/TyhwmJLeEjI/AAAAAAAAE_w/fFSseaVU9T4/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cDAXm0D1dGY/TyhwmJLeEjI/AAAAAAAAE_w/fFSseaVU9T4/s320/photo.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My Scrapbook supplies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't actually made a scrapbook page since I was pregnant with William. I haven't made a scrapbook page since I moved here in this house. We moved in the first few days of August 2009. Why don't I scrapbook anymore? It would be annoying to try and keep William's hands away from it and or&amp;nbsp;scissors. I don't have anyone (but Skylar) to scrapbook with. I feel like my scrapbooking needs help in the form of a Cricut. I just can't do all the jazzy neat techniques because everyone has had their baby bug, then got the big bug... and I am still without a Cricut. I barely have any tools. I am even a rep for Close to My Heart and haven't sold an item in YEARS AND YEARS... like almost 5 years. The only time I venture into these shelves is when I need paper, stickers, or glue dots for another project. My cutter and glue dots are no longer even located in the Scrapbook area... Because I use them more for school crafting. I made my God Son a memory box awhile back at least a year ago if not longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Skylar and I made this project for school. I let her use scrapbook paper, glitter, and stickers lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Its a Christmas tree book report on a Soldier's Night Before Christmas by Christine Ford.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Each ornament tells important details of the story :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I want to get out of my scrapbooking funk...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_rYqiJikAVQ/Tyhyc-MptMI/AAAAAAAAE_4/e0V90uQ9w1Y/s1600/IMG_0817.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_rYqiJikAVQ/Tyhyc-MptMI/AAAAAAAAE_4/e0V90uQ9w1Y/s320/IMG_0817.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bloggymoms.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="a mom blog community" src="http://api.ning.com:80/files/L4uLIkPMs4YsqGqfduMxdIupnhVKjJ2ural2ujbCjeeRecblknxvMPtnN11Ge*mzJ7OePE3nHCxvmzPkCgyeN1cm0eAXwYk2/blogdaregroup2012.png?width=150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i757.photobucket.com/albums/xx218/SweetIndulgence2010/bellasig.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: medium none;" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463822858622875394-7268146702929429415?l=armyknightslady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/feeds/7268146702929429415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463822858622875394&amp;postID=7268146702929429415' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/7268146702929429415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/7268146702929429415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/2012/01/most-underused-item-in-my-house-is.html' title='The Most Underused Item in My House is..'/><author><name>Bella Armyknightslady</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114970316882742693808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fcD1rn23fw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFCA/SbAqouRLv3o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cDAXm0D1dGY/TyhwmJLeEjI/AAAAAAAAE_w/fFSseaVU9T4/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463822858622875394.post-4453157989662404192</id><published>2012-01-31T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T14:05:19.635-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bloggy Mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pay it forward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012 Jan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Dare'/><title type='text'>Paying it Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have been a big believer in Karma and Paying it Forward. Karma can be the opposite of paying it forward but it simply means what comes around goes around. Anyways today we aren't going to dwell on BAD Karma or the negative but I wanted to share about Paying it Forward. I have been influenced and inspired a lot in my life by paying it forward. Whether it was just a nice gesture or a total&amp;nbsp;sacrifice&amp;nbsp;I recognized both. I wish I had more time today to chat about my stories but this will be a short post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few ways I can help others this year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can help them with my talents.&lt;br /&gt;I can help them by paying it forward.&lt;br /&gt;I can help my children by trying to be a more productive mother.&lt;br /&gt;I can help my husband by helping my children.&lt;br /&gt;I can help my husband by being a better wife.&lt;br /&gt;I can help everyone by being a better Christian :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://BloggyMoms.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="a mom blog community" src="http://api.ning.com:80/files/L4uLIkPMs4YsqGqfduMxdIupnhVKjJ2ural2ujbCjeeRecblknxvMPtnN11Ge*mzJ7OePE3nHCxvmzPkCgyeN1cm0eAXwYk2/blogdaregroup2012.png?width=150"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i757.photobucket.com/albums/xx218/SweetIndulgence2010/bellasig.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: medium none;" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463822858622875394-4453157989662404192?l=armyknightslady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/feeds/4453157989662404192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463822858622875394&amp;postID=4453157989662404192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/4453157989662404192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463822858622875394/posts/default/4453157989662404192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyknightslady.blogspot.com/2012/01/paying-it-forward.html' title='Paying it Forward'/><author><name>Bella Armyknightslady</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114970316882742693808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fcD1rn23fw8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAFCA/SbAqouRLv3o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463822858622875394.post-9038010465283224557</id><published>2012-01-30T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T06:48:59.325-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012 Jan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>My 365</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to upload a picture a day up to Facebook but I don't pressure myself to do it so I am not sure if I have made a post everyday and I was going to update my blog weekly with my photos. I haven't done that because I have been sick and barely getting my Blog Dare in daily so here are my favorite snap shots so far this month. Apparently I need to spend some time photo editing a lot of my photos are pointing the wrong direction and as you can see many of them are blurry LOL So this is all I could really add..&lt;br /&gt;Most of these were taken with my Iphone. 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