<?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-17631371</id><updated>2011-07-28T05:24:43.382-10:00</updated><category term='Groing in Patience'/><title type='text'>Forever His</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dirtdart's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505538399786506235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17631371.post-4011689124485648885</id><published>2010-06-20T16:04:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T17:29:10.643-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/TB7MfPOjlQI/AAAAAAAACGM/wZsGwSCCZ6w/s1600/vwed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/TB7MfPOjlQI/AAAAAAAACGM/wZsGwSCCZ6w/s400/vwed.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485046233219437826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/TB7MescGjwI/AAAAAAAACGE/PoLJg4UDKsQ/s1600/DSC_0897_4347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/TB7MescGjwI/AAAAAAAACGE/PoLJg4UDKsQ/s400/DSC_0897_4347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485046223881015042" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/TB7MescGjwI/AAAAAAAACGE/PoLJg4UDKsQ/s1600/DSC_0897_4347.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;Happy Father's Day to the special Dad's in my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love you Daddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Honey thank you for being such a wonderful Daddy to our little girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; I love you both forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17631371-4011689124485648885?l=homewaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/4011689124485648885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17631371&amp;postID=4011689124485648885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/4011689124485648885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/4011689124485648885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Dirtdart's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505538399786506235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/TB7MfPOjlQI/AAAAAAAACGM/wZsGwSCCZ6w/s72-c/vwed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17631371.post-1379042570414089361</id><published>2009-08-23T15:49:00.006-10:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T19:49:40.238-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-byes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SpIniV8EluI/AAAAAAAAAnw/1KRaWJ5Sn_g/s1600-h/DSCN0018_3880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373400776364562146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SpIniV8EluI/AAAAAAAAAnw/1KRaWJ5Sn_g/s400/DSCN0018_3880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So hate saying good-bye to friends.   That's one of the hardest parts of this lifestyle.  However, I'm ever thankful that I had the opportunity to get to know this wonderful young couple.  My thoughts and prayers will follow you to the sandbox and we will miss you greatly at our get-togethers.  Wish I could be here to welcome you both back "home" when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SpInh_IHmvI/AAAAAAAAAno/N_65VJy4VG0/s1600-h/DSCN0037_3899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373400770241075954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SpInh_IHmvI/AAAAAAAAAno/N_65VJy4VG0/s400/DSCN0037_3899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya girl.  You'll be in my heart, thoughts &amp;amp; prayers.  And thank goodness we've got the internet for keeping in touch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SpInhZBBMoI/AAAAAAAAAng/-fPtl9PXDfo/s1600-h/DSCN0050_3907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373400760010748546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SpInhZBBMoI/AAAAAAAAAng/-fPtl9PXDfo/s400/DSCN0050_3907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another good-bye this weekend as well.  A favorite eating spot Rosie's Cantina in Hale'Iwa is closing it's doors tonight for the last time after almost 26 years of service due to the new owner not renewing their lease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SpIngxRXz7I/AAAAAAAAAnY/0NdYxxmqqn4/s1600-h/DSCN0056_3913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373400749341921202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SpIngxRXz7I/AAAAAAAAAnY/0NdYxxmqqn4/s400/DSCN0056_3913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glad I got to enjoy my last meal there w/ an amazing friend, her son and my girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SpImHThpnBI/AAAAAAAAAnI/TzOO9WW4lUk/s1600-h/DSCN0037_3899.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SpImG40560I/AAAAAAAAAnA/0X4MQCYokgM/s1600-h/DSCN0018_3880.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good-byes are crappy reguardless of saying good-bye to wonderful friends or a favorite spot!   Dear Erin, this isn't good-bye forever, the Army is a small world.  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The next 3 weeks look much the same.  I think I need to schedule in blog time.  since I'm falling down miserably on the whole blog thing.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can anyone tell me how to add the follow me option to my blog.  I'm really not that computer savey and I haven't been able to figure that little trick out.  Would appreciate any help in this area.  Thanks a bunch. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope everyone is having a wonderful and blessed week.  There are a couple very important fundraising events coming up in the near future I will be blogging about those soon.  Please share the word and support these wonderful causes if you can.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17631371-4729450283938594643?l=homewaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/4729450283938594643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17631371&amp;postID=4729450283938594643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/4729450283938594643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/4729450283938594643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-busy.html' title='So busy....'/><author><name>Dirtdart's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505538399786506235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/Sm-PeL9kkwI/AAAAAAAAAlY/b4mCi1AR9ek/s72-c/DSC_0619_3839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17631371.post-7020698547507084334</id><published>2009-07-13T18:02:00.007-10:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T18:55:07.252-10:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Things MckLinky Blog Hop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SlwJuHVggXI/AAAAAAAAAk4/oPQAArbAd2A/s1600-h/V+basic+training.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358168344511938930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SlwJuHVggXI/AAAAAAAAAk4/oPQAArbAd2A/s400/V+basic+training.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Three things you didn't know about me/us....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I am a first time college student 20 years out of High School. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I met my husband while I was in Advanced Individual Training. I was a Combat Signaler in the Va Army National Guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I am a twin and married to a twin.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SlwICGHBVvI/AAAAAAAAAkw/LarJocRipMU/s1600-h/Vernon+%26+Veronica+Thompson-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358166488756868850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SlwICGHBVvI/AAAAAAAAAkw/LarJocRipMU/s400/Vernon+%26+Veronica+Thompson-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My twin brother and I. I think this was taken in 1972.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SlwH4yE4DYI/AAAAAAAAAkg/jQ1Z9ejkJvA/s1600-h/P+J+and+T.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358166328760339842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SlwH4yE4DYI/AAAAAAAAAkg/jQ1Z9ejkJvA/s400/P+J+and+T.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby (in white) w/ his twin brother and niece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mcklinky.com/blog_hop.asp" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="98" alt="MckLinky Blog Hop" src="http://www.mcklinky.com/images/MckLinkyBlogHop.jpg" width="300" border="0" longdesc="http://www.brentriggs.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.mcklinky.com/linky_include_bloghop.asp?id=688" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17631371-7020698547507084334?l=homewaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/7020698547507084334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17631371&amp;postID=7020698547507084334&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/7020698547507084334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/7020698547507084334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/2009/07/3-things-mcklinky-blog-hop.html' title='3 Things MckLinky Blog Hop'/><author><name>Dirtdart's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505538399786506235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SlwJuHVggXI/AAAAAAAAAk4/oPQAArbAd2A/s72-c/V+basic+training.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17631371.post-2001426979250011664</id><published>2009-07-11T04:25:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T04:31:30.410-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks Like We've Made it.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SlihW_OsxeI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/RGGSnZEVxY4/s1600-h/July+11,+1992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357209173059487202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SlihW_OsxeI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/RGGSnZEVxY4/s400/July+11,+1992.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My how we've changed!  Seventeen years ago today we pledge our love to one another.  I thank God for you every day and for the love He's given me in you.  THANK YOU for being the amazing and wonderful husband you are.  Even though we are apart physically please know you are constantly here with me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;In my heart, in my thoughts and in my prayers baby,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I love you!  I Miss you!  I am Forever Yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SlihXHDPoPI/AAAAAAAAAkY/iR1ecsrqXBo/s1600-h/17+years+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357209175158923506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SlihXHDPoPI/AAAAAAAAAkY/iR1ecsrqXBo/s400/17+years+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17631371-2001426979250011664?l=homewaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/2001426979250011664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17631371&amp;postID=2001426979250011664&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/2001426979250011664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/2001426979250011664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/2009/07/looks-like-weve-made-it.html' title='Looks Like We&apos;ve Made it.......'/><author><name>Dirtdart's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505538399786506235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SlihW_OsxeI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/RGGSnZEVxY4/s72-c/July+11,+1992.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17631371.post-2534492731061602471</id><published>2009-07-08T21:56:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:08:18.901-10:00</updated><title type='text'>New experience of Blog Hopping</title><content type='html'>I must say I'm a bit surprised that I put myself in the middle of this blog hop.  I've only shared this blog w/ a few people, my husband and a very few close friends.  When I started following blogs I would comment annonomously because I really just started blogging for myself... granted as you can see I have done fairly miserable at keeping up w/ it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend a lot of time on this computer as it is.... now I could sit here ALL DAY hopping blog to blog and looking at everyone's photos, etc and "meeting" all these new interesting folks.  But ack... most of the time when I blog it's me putting my heart out to keep a super special memory or just needing to pour my heart out for my hubby to know what's going on in my mind/heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of ups and downs in this life as an Army Wife and more often than not "single mom".   It helps to put my thoughts and heaviness into words mull over them, then deside if I need to send DH (dear hubby) to visit my blog.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will notice I reffer to my husband as T, and my girls as G and H.  I've been an internet junky for way too long.  But, one thing has remained the same I don't like sharing everyone's names just a bit of a personal security issue for me.  So, please don't take offence that some things I just keep to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17631371-2534492731061602471?l=homewaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/2534492731061602471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17631371&amp;postID=2534492731061602471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/2534492731061602471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/2534492731061602471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-experience-of-blog-hopping.html' title='New experience of Blog Hopping'/><author><name>Dirtdart's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505538399786506235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17631371.post-6604693401291319417</id><published>2009-07-08T20:27:00.005-10:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:39:46.403-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SlWQAfXCdXI/AAAAAAAAAj4/QOAaVxgxMAw/s1600-h/DSC_0826_2870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356345669919602034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SlWQAfXCdXI/AAAAAAAAAj4/QOAaVxgxMAw/s400/DSC_0826_2870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; To a fault I am a night owl! Even moreso when my husband is away. Who wants to go climb in that big empty bed after all? While he was home on R&amp;amp;R we over nighted on the other side of the island at a beach cabin. It was so nice to get out of the house as a family and just enjoy some together time. We plan on going back for a 3 or 4 day weekend when he comes home. I'm so looking forward to the get away for our family. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SlWQBFztxdI/AAAAAAAAAkI/X4UNCL25-PE/s1600-h/DSC_0825_2869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356345680240428498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SlWQBFztxdI/AAAAAAAAAkI/X4UNCL25-PE/s400/DSC_0825_2869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I managed to roll myself out of bed at 5:30 am which is a time I don't see.... unless I haven't been to bed yet. And we quietly headed out to the beach to sit and enjoy the sunrise. It's amazing and so rare when we have time alone to ourselves in the quiet when one or the other of us isn't completely wiped out and falling asleep. The sunrise was beautiful even though it was cloudy. And, oh what fun to watch the &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SlWQA9soryI/AAAAAAAAAkA/BnOEasXKvRg/s1600-h/DSC_0893_2937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356345678063251234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SlWQA9soryI/AAAAAAAAAkA/BnOEasXKvRg/s400/DSC_0893_2937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sandcrabs out for play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the last photo.  So poignent and such a display of God's wonder and beauty.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17631371-6604693401291319417?l=homewaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/6604693401291319417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17631371&amp;postID=6604693401291319417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/6604693401291319417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/6604693401291319417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-morning-sunshine.html' title='Good Morning Sunshine'/><author><name>Dirtdart's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505538399786506235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SlWQAfXCdXI/AAAAAAAAAj4/QOAaVxgxMAw/s72-c/DSC_0826_2870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17631371.post-2057421811112074037</id><published>2009-07-06T20:31:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:44:27.973-10:00</updated><title type='text'>MckLinky Blog Hop Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SlLtZ34i7-I/AAAAAAAAAjw/AiALHqyD6Xg/s1600-h/DSC_0706_2750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355603935650574306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SlLtZ34i7-I/AAAAAAAAAjw/AiALHqyD6Xg/s400/DSC_0706_2750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Treasured Moment in the sand.  As a military family we spend a lot of time apart.  This photo was taken while my husband was home on R&amp;amp;R (Rest &amp;amp; Relaxation).  A picture memory of our treasured time in this beautiful place we are blessed to live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mcklinky.com/blog_hop.asp" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="98" alt="MckLinky Blog Hop" src="http://www.mcklinky.com/images/MckLinkyBlogHop.jpg" width="300" border="0" longdesc="http://www.brentriggs.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.mcklinky.com/linky_include_basic.asp?id=377" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17631371-2057421811112074037?l=homewaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/2057421811112074037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17631371&amp;postID=2057421811112074037&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/2057421811112074037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/2057421811112074037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/2009/07/mcklinky-blog-hop-tuesday.html' title='MckLinky Blog Hop Tuesday'/><author><name>Dirtdart's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505538399786506235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SlLtZ34i7-I/AAAAAAAAAjw/AiALHqyD6Xg/s72-c/DSC_0706_2750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17631371.post-1258365233454057921</id><published>2009-06-26T02:48:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T02:54:52.950-10:00</updated><title type='text'>So much....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SkTFAFpSQiI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ex47tmJhMuM/s1600-h/DSC_0785_2829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351618862529004066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SkTFAFpSQiI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ex47tmJhMuM/s320/DSC_0785_2829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been far too long since I stopped by this place and posted an update. I really need to catch you up. I've got lots to share. I'll be back very soon to post some wonderful things. Until then may today be blessed as only can come from our Lord. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17631371-1258365233454057921?l=homewaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/1258365233454057921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17631371&amp;postID=1258365233454057921&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/1258365233454057921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/1258365233454057921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-much.html' title='So much....'/><author><name>Dirtdart's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505538399786506235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SkTFAFpSQiI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ex47tmJhMuM/s72-c/DSC_0785_2829.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17631371.post-5961992227552356759</id><published>2009-05-11T01:30:00.005-10:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T02:19:23.477-10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm STILL amazed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SggStzw0bxI/AAAAAAAAAgc/0xpjbtW36t0/s1600-h/DSC_0884_1659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334534336818736914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SggStzw0bxI/AAAAAAAAAgc/0xpjbtW36t0/s320/DSC_0884_1659.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Where do I begin? I think I begin back on Jan. 13, 2007 when my family and I made our very first &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;trek&lt;/span&gt; to the North Shore of Hawaii and a little town called Sunset Beach to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;watch&lt;/span&gt; the sunset over the ocean for the very first time. The girls (our birth ones along with our "big kid") were wading in the little pools in the rocks and my wonderful husband I were sitting next to each other on the sand watching the beauty of the sun setting. When suddenly there it was, A WHALE I saw it slap it's fin on top of the water. I was SO excited and so completely amazed I couldn't believe I was REALLY seeing it. I pointed in the direction for my wonderful husband to look and was yelling to the girls "A WHALE, A WHALE" as I sit here typing this blog a fresh stream of tears is welling in my eyes and flowing down my cheeks. I cried that evening sitting on the sand from pure joy. Joy at seeing the perfect beauty of God's creation. The sunset, the beauty that is Hawaii and A WHALE! In all my trips to the beaches during the "winter" I am constantly on the look out for these most amazing creatures to show themselves in some way or another. So &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SggUqrMQfmI/AAAAAAAAAgk/AeKRaRKrWjg/s1600-h/DSC_0851_1626b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334536482001550946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SggUqrMQfmI/AAAAAAAAAgk/AeKRaRKrWjg/s320/DSC_0851_1626b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that my eyes can behold the beauty of their wonder! NEVER in a million dreams did I ever believe I would actually catch them on camera! "Winter" is whale season here in Hawaii. (Dec. - March/April) This winter was a busy winter with visitors coming from the mainland. Mom, Mother-in-love, and 2 of my friends from back home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;While my latest visitor was here visiting we went to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Halona&lt;/span&gt; Blowhole on her next to last day. I pulled into the parking lot and was most excited when we were able to get what we call "Princess Parking" in our family. A spot right up front at the lookout. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;How excited were we when there just out in the water we&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SggM8l0jk1I/AAAAAAAAAgM/zzEmoO4ry4E/s1600-h/breaching+whale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334527993704584018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SggM8l0jk1I/AAAAAAAAAgM/zzEmoO4ry4E/s320/breaching+whale.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; could see that Majestic creature coming out of the water! Not ONE but TWO whales, a mother and her calf swimming along.   I stood there so excited just crazily snapping my camera in hopes that the unthinkable just might happen and I would FINALLY catch these wonderful creatures of God on camera.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;That evening after returning home and uploading all the photos of the day onto my laptop I sat here amazed that it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; had happened.  I caught them!  A fresh stream of tears overtook me once again.  Each and every day we've been here I have been thankful for the opportunity and blessings to live in this beautiful place.  But, as I looked with wonder at the pictures I was over come yet again with a strong wave of sadness.  This could very well have been the last time my eyes behold the beauty of the whale here in this wonderful place.  I said a silent prayer of thanksgiving.  Thanking God for giving us these opportunities.  The whales to me are such a huge reminder of what a mighty and Awesome God He truly is.  If I should never again have the opportunity to watch as the whales swim through these waters I know I have been blessed.  Thank you Lord for showing me all the wonders of your beautiful creations here in this island paradise.  There will always be a part of me that is forever here.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17631371-5961992227552356759?l=homewaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/5961992227552356759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17631371&amp;postID=5961992227552356759&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/5961992227552356759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/5961992227552356759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-still-amazed.html' title='I&apos;m STILL amazed!'/><author><name>Dirtdart's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505538399786506235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SggStzw0bxI/AAAAAAAAAgc/0xpjbtW36t0/s72-c/DSC_0884_1659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17631371.post-919684966823174048</id><published>2009-05-11T01:20:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T01:29:17.962-10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mama's blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SggKUt7PcdI/AAAAAAAAAgE/O8AtEqPEsP8/s1600-h/DSC_0972_1747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334525109662085586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SggKUt7PcdI/AAAAAAAAAgE/O8AtEqPEsP8/s320/DSC_0972_1747.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;A Mother's Day spent with the 2 most beautiful girls a mama could be blessed with. Some days they make me absolutely crazy with their sibling battles that are sure to insue.... well most days. However I am so very blessed and grateful for the times when their sisterly love is pouring from one to the other of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I pray for them each and every day. How lucky am I that God has trusted me with 2 of His most wonderful creations. Lucky indeed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Thank you so very much to my beautiful girls for the happiness you've brought into my life each and every day. Keep smiling and know that you are loved so much that it overflows my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17631371-919684966823174048?l=homewaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/919684966823174048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17631371&amp;postID=919684966823174048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/919684966823174048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/919684966823174048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/2009/05/mamas-blessings.html' title='A Mama&apos;s blessings'/><author><name>Dirtdart's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505538399786506235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SggKUt7PcdI/AAAAAAAAAgE/O8AtEqPEsP8/s72-c/DSC_0972_1747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17631371.post-2765419123473470872</id><published>2009-05-02T21:04:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T22:11:59.838-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/Sf1EdLu02pI/AAAAAAAAAfg/44XPl1COx7g/s1600-h/DSC_0007_1785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331492802032622226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/Sf1EdLu02pI/AAAAAAAAAfg/44XPl1COx7g/s320/DSC_0007_1785.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was a beautiful day on Sunday April 19th in Hale'iwa, HI when I recommitted my life to Christ and was baptized by submersion in the ocean at the north shore. What more perfect place for this to happen..... there is none.  My sister informs me I finally did it right lol.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As a young child I grew up going to Sunday school, GA's and church in a Baptist church.  But around 11 my mom and I started attended the United Methodist Church just down the road from our house.  My sister continued to go to the Baptist church we'd been going to as that's where all her friends were.  My brother went to another baptist church with one of his friends.  At the age of 12 I dedicated my life to Christ and was baptized by sprinkle in my "home" church (UMC).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;God has blessed us with this beautiful place to call a home, and a wonderful church where His love and His word are present and over flowing.  So, I've found myself once again in a family of Baptist and what a beautiful family it is.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am of the belief that the "denomination" is not what makes the church, it's the body of believers within and if your spirit is being fed that makes the difference.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Have a blessed today and look around for the grace of God is always around.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17631371-2765419123473470872?l=homewaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/2765419123473470872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17631371&amp;postID=2765419123473470872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/2765419123473470872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/2765419123473470872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/2009/05/baptism.html' title='Baptism'/><author><name>Dirtdart's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505538399786506235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/Sf1EdLu02pI/AAAAAAAAAfg/44XPl1COx7g/s72-c/DSC_0007_1785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17631371.post-7624521614220870164</id><published>2008-07-07T02:39:00.005-10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:24:05.096-10:00</updated><title type='text'>A TEENAGER??? What's that you say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SHIQg-pk6JI/AAAAAAAAACA/tyc_ZwrCL-U/s1600-h/IMGP0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SHIQg-pk6JI/AAAAAAAAACA/tyc_ZwrCL-U/s320/IMGP0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220253076835068050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SHIO6IigHJI/AAAAAAAAABw/r6mSyvDcJRU/s1600-h/gabrielle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 323px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SHIO6IigHJI/AAAAAAAAABw/r6mSyvDcJRU/s320/gabrielle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220251309963222162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can it be that dd is already 13!?!  Where did the time go? It's way to hard to believe that my little girl is a teenager.... but let there be no mistaken she SURE IS a teenager.... with her giggly "teeny bopper" squeals going on and all... and Lord help us if any of her teeny popper friends are around too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's growing up to be such a beautiful young lady (don't let the picture fool you)!  For some reason she has a "camera phobia" issue or something of the sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH is in the market for a shotgun and the perfect rocking chair for the front porch.... Can ya blame him?  lol I'm thinking I might have to head back to the range and get some shooting practice so I can keep camp on the front porch during those times when DH has to be away for whatever reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17631371-7624521614220870164?l=homewaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/7624521614220870164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17631371&amp;postID=7624521614220870164&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/7624521614220870164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/7624521614220870164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/2008/07/teenager-whats-that-you-say.html' title='A TEENAGER??? What&apos;s that you say?'/><author><name>Dirtdart's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505538399786506235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/SHIQg-pk6JI/AAAAAAAAACA/tyc_ZwrCL-U/s72-c/IMGP0036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17631371.post-8395872342533706391</id><published>2008-05-15T01:42:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T01:54:34.946-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have I been? And where has time gone?</title><content type='html'>My goodness it's hard to believe 2008 we're half way through the 5th month of the year!!!  In January my dear aunt (whom I blogged about in Dec.) joined the angels in heaven.  I was able to make a trip back home to my beloved Shenandoah Valley, VA to celebrate her life and spend some good time with family and some friends.  My dear husband and friends were so gracious to make sure things here on the island with the children, the dog and the house were taken care of for me to make the trip back to the mainland.  My goodness my blood has thinned and my body has been quite spoiled w/ the mild temperatures of HI.  IT'S COLD in VA in Jan and Feb (of course, not nearly as cold as it was in upstate NY).  Can I just tell you how excited I was to see SNOW as I was flying into Dulles International Airport in Washington, D.C.!?!  There wasn't much on the ground, but it was a beautiful site none the less.  I do love Hawaii and give thanks each day I am blessed to live in this beautiful little paradise.  None the less, I think God blesses us w/ the changing of seasons so we may remember the seasons of our life.  There is beauty in everything no matter what the time of year.  And dare I say summer might be my least favorite season of all?  (Don't get me wrong I enjoy not having to be wrapped in layers upon layers of clothing.)   I arrived back on island just in time to spend Valentine's Day w/ my loves (husband, children &amp;amp; dog) and it was wonderful.  We've been busy just enjoying each and every day we have together as a family.  Being an Army family and facing frequent separation we have realized each day we have together is a blessing and we enjoy them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With "spring" and new beginnings our family will soon be finding ourselves in a new home!  Today I got the call from housing and they have our brand new house ready for us!  I'll be signing for the keys for it later today.  We are very excited and looking forward to a new place to stash our "slippers"  (flip flops as we call them on the mainland).  Keep an eye out here, I'll have pictures soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for me to visit the sandman but I'll be back very soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With much love &amp;amp; Aloha,&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17631371-8395872342533706391?l=homewaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/8395872342533706391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17631371&amp;postID=8395872342533706391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/8395872342533706391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/8395872342533706391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/2008/05/where-have-i-been-and-where-has-time.html' title='Where have I been? And where has time gone?'/><author><name>Dirtdart's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505538399786506235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17631371.post-4258609697609686585</id><published>2007-12-21T02:22:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:24:05.305-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflecting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Why is it this time of year when a loved one falls ill it seems so much more difficult? This past May one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; my dear aunts was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;diagnosed&lt;/span&gt; with small cell lung cancer. They had found the cancer in one lung and in her liver. I was so saddened by the news of my aunt's cancer and I don't ever remember a time in my life of every feeling completely helpless! I wanted so DESPERATELY to make a journey "back home" to VA to see my aunt. I couldn't imagine something happening to her and me never seeing her again! I was racking my brain trying to figure out how to afford to make the trip back to VA from HI and make sure I was home in HI just in case my husband was able to come home for R &amp;amp;R from Iraq (since that wasn't a definite at the time). Of course they began a serious series of chemo 3 times a week for 3 weeks off 2 weeks and start again. Fortunately after all her chemo from June until Sep. the cancer shrunk in her liver and lung and eventually was gone! Prayers of MANY had been answered. Of course many in our family had really began to reflect on how precious our loved ones are to us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cousin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; for her mom (my aunt) she would make a book for her, written by all those who have been touched by my aunt through the years. What a wonderful idea! Sadly around Thanksgiving my aunt confided in my mom that she wasn't feeling so well again and thought that the cancer was back. A couple weeks later my mom tells me there's something I need to know and proceeded to tell me that my aunt thought the cancer was back. Since Thanksgiving and talking to my family on the phone I'd already started to become "homesick". It had been nearly a year since I'd seen my family. Less than 2 weeks ago our families fears were confirmed, the cancer is back, this time larger and in both lungs and her liver. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure why I feel the need to blog about this other than my heart is so heavy. I miss my family, I am scared for my aunt, I worry about my cousins and the rest of my family. My Aunt is just a beautiful, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; person and has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt; so much to so many and I know when she is called home to be with our Heavenly Father it will be a great loss for our entire family and many others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I just want to let everyone know to please make sure you tell those that you love how much you love them. Life is precious and we can't take it for granted. I know that my aunt will LOVE her book and cherish it, as will many of our family members in the years to come. Sometimes the most precious gifts are those that come from the heart and the hand. With that being said here are my heart felt memories.... And I would ask that you just pray for my family and especially for my aunt for whatever the future may hold. Pray for peace for all of us and that my aunt not suffer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146409322140866194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/R2u4Avr3FpI/AAAAAAAAABU/_huKk9OAL1w/s320/IMGP0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Lifetime of Memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Aunt G,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Memories? I have so many memories of you through the years; I don’t even know where to start. I guess I will start by saying I always loved coming to your house from the time I can remember until today. Going to your house is like “going home”. I always know there’s a place for me, or anyone else for that matter. When I was a little girl I loved to come spend the night at your house. I loved just spending time with you, even if we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t do anything “special”. Some fond memories are swimming at “The Acres”, going to play BINGO at the VFW, and cleaning house like crazy on Wed. nights (I think that’s right) before V L was coming to clean the next day, and you always cooked me some sort of potatoes cause you knew how much I love them! It’s kind of funny how a lot of my memories of you involve food. One of my favorite “food memories” is the family get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;togethers&lt;/span&gt; on Sundays, just because it was family time! You, Mom, &amp;amp; Uncle D helped instill something very special in our life and that’s to treasure our family. Through the years we’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; eaten many Thanksgiving and Easter meals both in ________ &amp;amp; ________, and lets not forget the Forth of July! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my memories of you make me laugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I was about 14 or 15 this one time. I remember it as it was yesterday. It was Sunday evening and we were watching TV in the “den” (Bobby’s old room), I think we were watching America’s Funnies home videos. You were on one end of the couch, Mom on the other, V sprawled out in the middle of the floor and me in the chair. You decided you wanted a snack and off to the kitchen you went and came back with a block of cheese &amp;amp; a knife. We all shared a couple slices of cheese, and then you handed over the cheese to V and me. I was in HEAVEN Aunt G! Mom never gave us a block of cheese and a knife just to eat (now she would give us a couple slices here or there)! V ate a couple more slices and there I was, I kept cutting &amp;amp; eating. I don’t know how much cheese I’d eaten, but it was quite a bit, when suddenly you say, “Veronica, you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;aren&lt;/span&gt;’t gonna shit for days”! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there was the mule… what was her name, Genni? A trip to visit K at college, and listening to Dwight &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Yoakam&lt;/span&gt; all the way there and back. You were quite entertaining singing along with him as we drove along those roads. Oh, when we got home I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t think I’d ever want to hear Dwight &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Yoakam&lt;/span&gt; sing again. Now, when I hear him on the radio I just get a smile and think of you and wonder if you still love to hear him sing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about playing games, when we’d go to the VFW and play BINGO I always thought you were funny. You would get so darn excited. But I gotta tell ya that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t hold a candle to when we started having parties at V’s house in ______ and we’d play games. OH my goodness you would get so flustered and excited. But, I think I will remember as long as I live playing gestures and you laughing so hard you pee’d your pants! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my fondest memories will forever be the kind and loving person that you are. You have always been the one who would do whatever you could for anyone. Growing up my momma always talked about the special things you did for her and for others. Taking care of Grandma Bonnie when she was sick, being there for Granddaddy when she died and how you and Uncle D took Uncle J into your home to raise when you were so young and had young children of your own. Watching D for Mom, and how you took care of D and me (an infant) when Mom nearly bled to death after having V and me. And I remember when Mom and Dad separated you always helped out with us kids. And when Uncle J passed away you were there again, taking care of everyone. That ice storm around Easter one year when we had no power and we all stayed at your house. And through the years your love and care has been a huge part of who the C family (the big picture) is! You have done so much for so many and not just people in our family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember our trips to Nags Head, NC with Granddaddy &amp;amp; Nathalie to go fishing. Remember the one time we all went shopping. Oh I LOVED that Christmas shop we went to. I had never seen so much Christmas in one place as in that little shop in NC and I don’t think I have since then. It was such a beautiful place. Remember we were walking through there and just marveling at all the decorations? And then, there it was a tree full of doves! With this glorious, big, white dove at the top of the tree. Mom fell in love with it IMMEDIATELY and then she looked at the price tag and put the dove away. Moving on to the next section of the store you get V and I away from Mom and slip some money into our hands along with your car keys with the instructions to “go buy that bird and take it to the car and come straight back”. V and I go get the dove, take it to the register where they wrapped it with care and we rushed off to the car. We spent a lot of time going to different stores that day. Then of course we have to bring all the packages in to see what everyone had “found” that day. Oh how surprised Mom was when she opened that package with that Dove in it. “Oh G, you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;shouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t have!” But, she loved that dove and secretly so did I. How many other special gifts you’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; given to countless others with your thoughtfulness and love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The day Mom passed that dove on to me was a very special day. That dove reminds me of all the love that wraps around me regardless of where I am. Each year when it’s time to decorate the tree I get out the box that holds one of my most precious life treasures, open it and carefully unwrap that dove and fold open his wings. I think of you, I think of my mom and I rejoice that I have been blessed to have you in my life. And forever that dove will sit atop my tree as a reminder of the special people in my life. Aunt G, thank you for a lifetime of memories and love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you forever and always!&lt;br /&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17631371-4258609697609686585?l=homewaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/4258609697609686585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17631371&amp;postID=4258609697609686585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/4258609697609686585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/4258609697609686585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/2007/12/reflecting.html' title='Reflecting'/><author><name>Dirtdart's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505538399786506235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/R2u4Avr3FpI/AAAAAAAAABU/_huKk9OAL1w/s72-c/IMGP0060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17631371.post-2806914205830700203</id><published>2007-12-01T02:37:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T03:59:48.613-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the Season</title><content type='html'>The Christmas season is upon us and getting into full swing.  I was quite surprised (especially living in HI) to see Christmas lights going up here and there all around post on 1 Nov!  As the month of Nov has come and gone more and more people are decorating.... me to be included in that number.  I LOVE Christmas!  I LOVE my decorations, I think I could look at my Christmas tree all year long! Seriously.... And Christmas music.... 1 Nov and it's free reign at my house.  My dear husband knows all bets are off when it comes to that I WILL be listening to my Christmas music whenever the mood strikes.  Music speaks to my heart, and all the way to my soul!  Christmas is about more than just tinsel and lights, and all the material things that it seems to have turned into all to often.  There's a MUCH BIGGER picture..... Christmas is about the brightest light, the most precious gift any of us could ever receive.  It's about the birth of our Savior, Jesus Christ.  But shouldn't EVERY DAY be about that?  The season of giving.... shouldn't we give all year?  Shouldn't we help out those less fortunate than us?  Shouldn't we spend time with someone who might feel alone and just need a companion other times throughout the year, not just at Christmas?  I try to do this all year, I think for 2008 I need to work towars doing MORE of this and involving my children&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17631371-2806914205830700203?l=homewaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/2806914205830700203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17631371&amp;postID=2806914205830700203&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/2806914205830700203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/2806914205830700203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/2007/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis the Season'/><author><name>Dirtdart's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505538399786506235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17631371.post-3406169893875045188</id><published>2007-09-04T13:00:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T13:06:15.953-10:00</updated><title type='text'>"Falling Down"</title><content type='html'>I'm falling down on posting about things that are going on.  I promice I will post about services this past Sunday and last soon.  Last week was a pretty emotional week.  We lost 10 soldiers from Schofield Barracks and 4 soldiers from Ft. Lewis WA in the blackhawk crash in Iraq nearly 2 weeks ago now.  The 2-35 have lost so many fine soldiers and Schofield barracks has been a rather sad place.  I spent Wed. morning at the memorial for these 10 heros lost in the crash.  Remembering them for the fine soldiers/people they were.  The memorial was beautiful and even though I didn't personally know any of the 10 heros lost from our post I felt as if I knew them post humously after the memorial.  It was such a sad time, sitting in that chapel surrounded by soldiers and family members of soldiers, veterans (some as far back as WWII).  Looking at all those soldiers in uniform and realizing it could have been any of them we were remembering that day or worse yet that some day it could be my soldier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of emotion and thoughts to deal with.  I just pray to God for peace and comfort for DH and for myself and for our children and for all the soldiers and their families who are deployed and dealing with all we are faced with on a daily basis.  God lay your shield of protection around our soldiers who are away in so many dangerous places in this world and bring them home safely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17631371-3406169893875045188?l=homewaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/3406169893875045188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17631371&amp;postID=3406169893875045188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/3406169893875045188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/3406169893875045188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/2007/09/falling-down.html' title='&quot;Falling Down&quot;'/><author><name>Dirtdart's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505538399786506235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17631371.post-6134038961185102317</id><published>2007-08-26T19:02:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T19:12:06.753-10:00</updated><title type='text'>So refreshing</title><content type='html'>Well it's Sunday and the girls and I heading back to the Baptist church we attended last week.  It was yet again another awesome experience with a great message to be shared.  I really am thankful to have ended up in this wonderful place of worship last week on what surely must have been "God's Time".  The people at the church seem very friendly and the Pastor has an awesome personality.  I think the biggest benefit of this move could be the lasting affects this church potentially has on my children's lives.  I remember transferring from a Baptist church back home to a Methodist church around age 11 or 12 with my mom while my sister (a teenager and driving) continued to attend the Baptist church we'd been members of for years and my twin brother attended a different Baptist church with a friend of his each Sunday.  The minister we had at the time was a WONDERFUL man and I will forever be greatful for having him in my life at such a vulnerable and impressionable time in my life.  Being the mom of a 12 year old girl going through all of life's changes that come around that age is truly a challenge.  However I think having someone with a good personality and also being very deep in their spiritual life will deffinitely be a benefit that my children will some day cherish.  The oppertunities for spiritual growth for all of our family members is deffinitely there and I'm greatful to have this blessing in my life.  And I even think secretly my 12 year old (who probably won't admit it until she's about 20) is also.  And my 5 y/o she's so excited about going to church!!!  Praise the Lord and give thanks for all the beautiful blessings in our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that all who will come upon this blog find yourself in God's perfect place at God's perfect time also.  And, I pray that my words will be His words and some how touch or brighten someone's life as they read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless and have a wonderful week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'll be back later to share of today's message.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17631371-6134038961185102317?l=homewaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/6134038961185102317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17631371&amp;postID=6134038961185102317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/6134038961185102317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/6134038961185102317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-refreshing.html' title='So refreshing'/><author><name>Dirtdart's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505538399786506235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17631371.post-6570984462301469947</id><published>2007-08-20T18:04:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T22:26:13.799-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Groing in Patience'/><title type='text'>Growing in Patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sunday Aug. 19, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Corinthians 13:5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(NIV)&lt;em&gt; 5&lt;/em&gt; It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James 1:19 (&lt;/strong&gt;NIV) &lt;em&gt;19&lt;/em&gt; My dear brothers, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The word does not tell us to NOT get angry, it tells us to be slow to become angry.... even Jesus got angry!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mark 10:14&lt;/strong&gt; (NIV) &lt;em&gt;14&lt;/em&gt;When Jesus saw this, he was indignant. He said to them, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hender them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes anger is good/healthy and productive.... depending on how we use it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top 5 things you can do to not be easily angered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#5 BREAK THE PATTERN OF ANGER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proverbs 29:11&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;11&lt;/em&gt;A fool gives vent to his anger, but a wise man keeps himself under control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proverbs 25:28&lt;/strong&gt; (HCSB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;28&lt;/em&gt; A man who does not control his temper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is like a city whose wall is broken down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ephesians 4:26-27&lt;/strong&gt; (HCSB) &lt;em&gt;26 &lt;/em&gt;Be angry and do not sin. Don't let the sun go down on your anger, &lt;em&gt;27&lt;/em&gt; and don't give the Devil an oppertunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#4 GUARD YOUR RELATIONSHIPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proverbs 22:24-25 &lt;/strong&gt;(HCSB) &lt;em&gt;24&lt;/em&gt; Don't make friends with an angry man, and don't be a companion of a hot-tempered man, &lt;em&gt;25&lt;/em&gt; or you will learn his ways and entangle yourself in a snare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proverbs 11:23&lt;/strong&gt; (NIV) &lt;em&gt;23&lt;/em&gt; The desire of the righteous ends only in good, but the hope of the wicked only in wrath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proverbs 15:1&lt;/strong&gt; (NIV)&lt;em&gt; 1&lt;/em&gt; A *gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*gentle does not mean quiet!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#3 RELEASE YOUR WORRIES TO GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palms 38:8-9&lt;/strong&gt; (HCSB) 8&lt;/em&gt; I am faint and severely crushed; I groan because of the anguish of my heart. &lt;em&gt;9 &lt;/em&gt;Lord, my every desire is known to You; my sighing is not hidden from You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phillippians 4:6-7&lt;/strong&gt; (HCSB) &lt;em&gt;6&lt;/em&gt; Don't worry about anything, but in everything, through prayer and petition with thanksgiving, let your request be made known to God. &lt;em&gt;7 &lt;/em&gt;And the peace of God, which surpasses every thought, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#2 GET SOME REST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elijah in 1 Kings 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Kings 19:5&lt;/strong&gt; (NIV)&lt;em&gt; 5&lt;/em&gt; Then he lay down under the tree and fell asleep. All at once an angel touched him and said, "Get up and eat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt; we can not think clearly nor hear God clearly if we do not have plenty of rest. This will lead to short tempers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;#1 CHANGE YOUR EXPECTATIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;Change your expectations of people, not of God. (unless of course you expect your agenda to be God's agenda) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proverbs 4:23&lt;/strong&gt; (NIV) &lt;em&gt;23&lt;/em&gt; Above all else, guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phillippeans 4:8&lt;/strong&gt; (NIV) &lt;em&gt;8&lt;/em&gt; Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is nobel, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable - if anything is excellent or praiseworthy - think about such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exodus 34:6&lt;/strong&gt; (NIV) &lt;em&gt;6 &lt;/em&gt;And he passed in front of Moses, proclaiming, "The Lord, The Lord, the compassionate and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We are made in Christ image and in His image we must learn to be slow to anger, forgive when someone has wronged us and then FORGET! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Life for me as an Army wife is full of challenges, challenges that those who don't live this lifestyle don't face.... however they have their own set of challenges. All of us have challenges in life. It is important for us to always remember to go to our Lord in prayer, trust that He will guide us. And then wait for his guidance..... and know that our answer will likely not be IMMEDIATE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Raising children as both Mommy &amp; Daddy&lt;/span&gt; when otherwise I would not be is deffinitely a challenge, not only for myself but for my children and my husband. Back to back deployments when our family has had little to no family time to adjust and reaquant ourselves poses even more challenges. In the 6ths months DH was home between deployments we were going through all the red tape of preparing for our relocation to our new duty station in Hawaii, taking 30 days of leave to visit family and friends we hadn't seen (some for years) knowing that it very well may be at least 3 years before we are able to visit some of them again. Arriving at a new duty station, living in a hotel, moving into a house, and TRYING to get "organized" and thrown into the preperations for yet another deployment. Our children (11 1/2 &amp;amp; 4 1/2 at time of deployment) love and miss their Daddy and struggle trying to understand the emotions they without a doubt must be feeling.....&lt;br /&gt;Why does Daddy keep leaving? What did I do? Will he come home?&lt;br /&gt;They don't really know where to go with these feelings, and that's perfectly understandable cause even at my age a lot of times I don't know where to go/what to do with the feelings I have. Needless to say, all 3 of us struggle each day with Patience &amp;amp; feelings of anger.....&lt;br /&gt;God really did know where I needed to be on Sunday, I have read those verses numerous times, I have read the notes I made during the message at Sunday's service. Now I pray..... and COUNT TO 100 if need be! But, I've also realized my children are taking out their anger on me because I'm "safe". And, them taking it out on me is perfectly OKAY as long as they do it in a productive manor, so SOMETIMES I'm going to be angry too, and I am going to have to release my anger, disapproval or dissatisfaction in a productive manor also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May today you know comfort in your heart just in knowing God is there and knows your needs and that he understands that we are ALWAYS GROWING in Him. May your patience tomorrow be more than it was today. God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17631371-6570984462301469947?l=homewaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/6570984462301469947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17631371&amp;postID=6570984462301469947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/6570984462301469947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/6570984462301469947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/2007/08/growing-in-patience.html' title='Growing in Patience'/><author><name>Dirtdart's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505538399786506235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17631371.post-8490320975473216353</id><published>2007-08-20T15:19:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T15:32:24.186-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny how God works!</title><content type='html'>So last week I decided I would check out one of the protestant services on Wheeler or Schofield Barracks.  It's been a LONG time since I attended a church service at a post chapel..... March 1991 at Ft. Gordon, GA in AIT to be exact!  So I went to the website and checked out times for the services and found a protestant service at 10:30 am at the chapel closest to where I live.  I was pretty excited when I got up yesterday morning, cheerily waking oldest dd who's now become a "tween" and isn't fond of mornings on the weekend and off to the shower I went.  We were all ready for church and heading out the door w/ plenty of time to spare.  We arrive and the parking lot is PACKED so we had to park down this little ally and walk down to the church.... by the time we get in there it's 10:30 and the chapel is PACKED the girls and I walk in looking for a place to sit only for the service to begin and much to my surprise it was a CATHOLIC service.... or seemingly appearing as such.  So the girls and I quietly walk out of the chapel to the table outside and I asked the lady if it was in fact a Catholic service... sure enough.  So I asked when is the Protestant service and she tells me 9 and 12.... okay maybe we'll come back for the twelve o'clock service.  But really I just wanted to be in church and NOW not wait til noon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to asked if anyone knew how to get to the Baptist church in the town just down the road.  Another lady was very helpful and drew me a little map and off I went.... KNOWING that the service began at 10:45!  I knew I was going to be pushing it to get there in time, but either way we were off to attend service.    I tell you God certainly has a way of putting us where we need to be! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This deployment has been very stressful, I've struggled with being able to sleep, and my kids have been driving me CRAZY!!!!  God put me right where I needed to be yesterday.  And I truly enjoyed the message and will be heading back again next week.  I will be sharing about the service in another blog later once the children have headed for bed and I can better consentrate and focus on what I'm typing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has God been speaking to you lately?  Is He trying to grab your attention in some way, be it very subtle or VERY LOUDLY?  Open your heart and listen for Him.  He is there waiting for you and waiting to guide you through the good and bad of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with this..... The title of the message is...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Growing in Patience &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;do you need some guidence in this dept?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17631371-8490320975473216353?l=homewaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/8490320975473216353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17631371&amp;postID=8490320975473216353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/8490320975473216353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/8490320975473216353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/2007/08/funny-how-god-works.html' title='Funny how God works!'/><author><name>Dirtdart's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505538399786506235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17631371.post-8242071077844956459</id><published>2007-07-01T13:30:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T13:43:28.049-10:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what I was doing wrong.... I have tried many times to get into this blogger in the last month or so and for whatever reason I couldn't.  It kept telling me my loggin and password didn't match.  Today wahlah, the same combination worked like a charm and here I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited today.  The girls and I are going w/ some friends to see Alan Jackson in concert!  I'm taking the camera so of course there will be pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17631371-8242071077844956459?l=homewaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/8242071077844956459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17631371&amp;postID=8242071077844956459&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/8242071077844956459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/8242071077844956459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/2007/07/finally.html' title='FINALLY'/><author><name>Dirtdart's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505538399786506235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17631371.post-6690593500402426874</id><published>2007-05-10T18:44:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:24:05.728-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Seems so strange sometimes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/RkP1hOEimkI/AAAAAAAAABM/Gzwy_s7wJ4M/s1600-h/IMG_0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/RkP1hOEimkI/AAAAAAAAABM/Gzwy_s7wJ4M/s320/IMG_0313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063160357156198978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Sometimes it just seems a little weird.... Almost like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; I don't know really how to explain it.  So the other night I went out to take the trash to the garbage can and put the recycle in the bins.  When I came in I was going to the park it on the sofa for a little bit to watch a show I'd recorded earlier in the evening.  As I was coming from the kitchen into the livingroom I walked passed the window in the dining room.  I could see the palm tree behind my house blowing in the night sky..... It was the strangest feeling.  Almost like I shouldn't be here, I don't know how else to tell you about it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Hawaii is such a beautiful place and I'm so thankful to be blessed to be living in this island paradise but I sometimes find myself having this strange feeling like I'm only "visiting".  Maybe on vacation or something... and then I have this other feeling almost a feeling of guilt because the girls and I are here in this beautiful place, enjoying the island life while hubby is half way around the world in Iraq.  Like we shouldn't be enjoying it without him.  I KNOW in my heart and in my mind that he wouldn't want me to feel this way.  But sometimes I just can't help it... that feeling creeps into my mind.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;We are counting the days until he's here with us again and our family is whole once more.  Can't wait for him to get to be here and for us to spend time venturing around through this island paradise making memories to last forever.  Memories we will surely look back on with fondness once we have to leave.... I pray that God will allow us to spend a long time here enjoying His beauty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17631371-6690593500402426874?l=homewaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/6690593500402426874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17631371&amp;postID=6690593500402426874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/6690593500402426874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/6690593500402426874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/2007/05/seems-so-strange-sometimes.html' title='Seems so strange sometimes....'/><author><name>Dirtdart's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505538399786506235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/RkP1hOEimkI/AAAAAAAAABM/Gzwy_s7wJ4M/s72-c/IMG_0313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17631371.post-5158560065758548535</id><published>2007-05-07T23:01:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:24:05.933-10:00</updated><title type='text'>So it's been forever and a lot has changed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/RkA-t-EimiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9TP7reMk9SA/s1600-h/100_1290_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/RkA-t-EimiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9TP7reMk9SA/s320/100_1290_edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062114940641516066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever since I blogged here!  A LOT has happened.  DH returned from the sandbox, we enjoyed some of the scenery around upstate New York and tried to get reconnected as a family all the while getting ready for a PCS (permanent change of station) move and get some leave fit in to the whole picture to visit friends and family we (mostly DH) hadn't seen.   In Nov. we cleared Ft. Drum and heading to Ohio for a visit w/ some of the in-laws staying through Thanksgiving.  It was nice to see everyone we got a chance to see again.  Granted we no where near got to see all the in-laws.  Then we headed to VA to visit friends and (my) family there for a couple weeks.  Wish we would have been able to visit with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Dec. 11th we got up at 0400 and headed North to N.J. where DH took the van to port to be shipped and on Dec. 12th we flew out heading for our next duty station.... Schofield Barracks, HI!  HI is BEAUTIFUL and we are loving it so far.  The weather is PERFECT.... though I think I might miss the change of seasons in a couple years (maybe - maybe not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately we've already had to say our "see ya later, be safe's" with DH again.  He's spending time in sand &amp; sun in another part of the world.  We are awaiting his return sometime this fall and praying we'll get blessed with R &amp;amp; R at some point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17631371-5158560065758548535?l=homewaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/5158560065758548535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17631371&amp;postID=5158560065758548535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/5158560065758548535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/5158560065758548535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-its-been-forever-and-lot-has-changed.html' title='So it&apos;s been forever and a lot has changed!'/><author><name>Dirtdart's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505538399786506235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IN770dhNpdc/RkA-t-EimiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9TP7reMk9SA/s72-c/100_1290_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17631371.post-114141230659924057</id><published>2006-03-03T08:52:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T09:03:11.616-10:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a LONG time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2591/1703/1600/R%20n%20R%20Daddy%20and%20girlz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2591/1703/320/R%20n%20R%20Daddy%20and%20girlz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Wow I suck at this. I'm sorry it's been FOREVER and then some since I posted in here. What can I say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ANYWAYS I have GOOD NEWS! WAHOOOOO my DH is home on R &amp;amp; R! He got here on Tues. afternoon. Seeing our girls hug him for the first time in 6+ months was the most beautiful site EVER I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It is wonderful having him home with us. I can't even explane how fantastic it is to crawl into bed and night and fall into his arms. Of course, the jelous dog does cause some hendrances there. LOL. He is REALLY trying to get used to "Daddy" being home. But, none the less he's a little jelous/protective of "Mommy" so whenever we first cuddle up to each other the dog will lay ON me and then lick all over him. It's pretty funny, but after a little bit can become a little annoying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway, just had to check in. Tonight DH and I are going away for a Mommy/Daddy get away while my dear friend has the girls over for a sleep over. OMGosh can I just say how much I'm looking forward to thise!?! A night away with no kids (2 legged or 4)! I think I'll die and go to heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17631371-114141230659924057?l=homewaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/114141230659924057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17631371&amp;postID=114141230659924057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/114141230659924057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/114141230659924057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a LONG time!'/><author><name>Dirtdart's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505538399786506235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17631371.post-112995081116026072</id><published>2005-10-21T20:13:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T17:13:31.166-10:00</updated><title type='text'>ICK ICK ICK</title><content type='html'>So I don't really know why but tonight I just have this huge...... DEPLOYMENT SUCKS feeling! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am married to the most wonderful man ever!  He is such a fantastic person in every way.  Granted we have both made our fair share of stupid mistakes, granted we've both taken our time together for granted..... But damn it all I'm TIRED of going to bed alone every night (well just me and the dog that is.... until the 3 y/o ends up in bed w/ us at whatever 0darkhundred hour of the night she decides to join)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping alone night after night really isn't NORMAL in a GOOD marriage.  And while I'll be the FIRST to admit I do not have a perfect marriage I do have a good marriage.  So what if he goes to bed before me, so what if when I go to bed he rolls over in his sleep to cuddle with me.  That's what married people are suppose to do right?  Go to bed and cuddle with each other?  Gosh how I miss that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend's DH got home THIS MORNING for R &amp; R.  I'm working a few days at a job to help her boss out so that she could take some time off.  I'm so happy for her that she is able to spend this time with her husband.  I know she is thankful to have him home with her if only for a few days.  And, I talked to him and he's glad to be here too.... even if he is freezing his butt off LOL!  Sometimes I think, "I wish that were me" but then I tell myself OH NO I DON'T there's too much time still ahead of us to have him come home now.  I pray my DH will come home some time in Feb (as planned) and not earlier that way we will be at least half way through all this "sillyness" of being seperated when he goes back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHOOOO celebration however...... we are down to only about 42 more garbage days!  LOL too bad trash pick up isn't twice a week!  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17631371-112995081116026072?l=homewaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/112995081116026072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17631371&amp;postID=112995081116026072&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/112995081116026072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/112995081116026072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/2005/10/ick-ick-ick.html' title='ICK ICK ICK'/><author><name>Dirtdart's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505538399786506235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17631371.post-112913621557841831</id><published>2005-10-12T09:51:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T06:56:55.583-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the joys......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2591/1703/1600/October_10th_2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2591/1703/320/October_10th_2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one night I was talking to DH on the computer and turned to find my precious little dd --------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, HOW CUTE is that? Pretty cute right? At least it's REALLY lip gloss! She was so cute that I had to let the oldest dd "talk" w/ Daddy while I went from door to door to my neighbors until someone had a digital camera I could use since I have no working camera in my house and the disposable camera I had was already full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2591/1703/1600/marker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2591/1703/320/marker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THEN there was today!  Today she found MARKER instead in which to use as make up!  UGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, give me strength not to kill her when she does these "cute" little things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17631371-112913621557841831?l=homewaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/112913621557841831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17631371&amp;postID=112913621557841831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/112913621557841831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/112913621557841831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-joys.html' title='Oh the joys......'/><author><name>Dirtdart's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505538399786506235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17631371.post-112891683566902535</id><published>2005-10-09T20:50:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T18:00:35.676-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't she cute?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2591/1703/1600/Hannah_cam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2591/1703/320/Hannah_cam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Normally the answer would be YES!  However, what is it that has caused her to make her presence in MY BED every night for MONTHS AND MONTHS AND MONTHS?  I don't even know she's there until I notice her sleeping right on top of me, or kicking or hitting me in my back or head or face or where ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me PLEASE how do I get this cute little trouble maker to stay in HER BED ALL NIGHT until it's time to start her day? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really tell you I sleep alone every night cause it's just not the truth.... it's not even mid-night and I haven't even made it to bed yet... and GUESS WHAT... she's already found her way to MY BED!  I will carry her back and put her in HER BED..... but at some point in the next how many ever hours.... right back in MY BED she will be.  Short of putting some sort of lock on the OUTSIDE of her door I don't know HOW to keep her in her room and in her bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17631371-112891683566902535?l=homewaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/112891683566902535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17631371&amp;postID=112891683566902535&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/112891683566902535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/112891683566902535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/2005/10/isnt-she-cute.html' title='Isn&apos;t she cute?'/><author><name>Dirtdart's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505538399786506235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17631371.post-112881906396692252</id><published>2005-10-08T17:47:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T15:01:06.676-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hummmmmmmmm</title><content type='html'>What a day today has been! It's a cool, dreary, "grey" day here in Upstate NY. And the kids and the puppy are going CRAZY! I'm so glad to see bedtime arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) On a happy note, I got to talk to dh for quite a while today. Not that it was &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; productive. We spent a lot of time just rambling. And of course, I spent a lot of time running away from the computer to care for the puppy who needed to go out 100 times or reffing some dispute between my two little princesses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't be long now and DH will start another day in the sandpit with an early morning chat with me..... which will be a fine way to end my day here in NY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17631371-112881906396692252?l=homewaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/112881906396692252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17631371&amp;postID=112881906396692252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/112881906396692252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/112881906396692252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/2005/10/hummmmmmmmm.html' title='Hummmmmmmmm'/><author><name>Dirtdart's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505538399786506235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17631371.post-112882929002817174</id><published>2005-10-08T17:36:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T17:41:30.033-10:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE TECHNOLOGY</title><content type='html'>Sometimes ya just gotta Luuuuv technology!  Yup, that's right!  The kids were FINALLY in bed, the puppy was FINALLY behaving and DH was online w/ a web cam (God he's so handsome)!  And we were chattin' away.... or at least TRYING!  When...... WAM.... he's frozen stiff on the web cam and poof he flashes offline..... We tried about TEN times to carry on a conversation and I was just pretty sure it was NEVER gonna happen.  And then FINALLY there he was :)  *sigh*  We were able to talk for about a half hour before it was time for him to head back to his "room" to get ready to start his work day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong!  I DO absolutely love the fact that we are able to communicate almost on a daily basis!  That's sure a change from back when he was in Samolia and a welcome one at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...... It really must be love!  That man gets out of bed at 0400 (the ass crack of dawn) just so he can go down to the MWR and start off his day talking to me!  And when he's ready to head off to work he bids me good night "tucking me in"!  I really like that too :)  He starts his day, and I end mine.... I'm glad we can do it "together".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17631371-112882929002817174?l=homewaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/feeds/112882929002817174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17631371&amp;postID=112882929002817174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/112882929002817174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17631371/posts/default/112882929002817174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homewaiting.blogspot.com/2005/10/love-technology.html' title='LOVE TECHNOLOGY'/><author><name>Dirtdart's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14505538399786506235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
