<?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-612812607614660734</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:43:53.021-05:00</updated><category term='Macon'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='carters'/><category term='Little Man'/><category term='Grumpa'/><category term='Hunk'/><category term='poem'/><category term='venting'/><category term='Potty Training'/><category term='funny'/><category term='for fun'/><category term='tired'/><category term='baby #2'/><category term='registry'/><category term='song'/><category term='3rd trimester'/><category term='human rights'/><category term='military'/><category term='papaw Tom'/><category term='help'/><category term='Fill in Friday'/><category term='Little Miss'/><category term='Kiki'/><category term='summer'/><category term='Interesting'/><category term='message'/><category term='excited'/><category term='Sunday'/><category term='grandparents'/><category term='distance'/><category term='family'/><category term='video'/><category term='newborn'/><category term='Wish List'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='cherry blossom'/><category term='kiddos'/><category term='grandma'/><category term='three year old'/><category term='update'/><category term='weather'/><category term='adulthood'/><category term='9/11'/><category term='reading'/><category term='new blog'/><category term='business'/><category term='it&apos;s a boy'/><category term='heat'/><category term='one month'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Sleeping'/><category term='personal'/><category term='photography'/><category term='thankful'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='random'/><category term='Thursday Five'/><category term='brother'/><category term='deployment'/><category term='air force'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='target'/><category term='music'/><category term='labor'/><category term='wife'/><category term='school'/><category term='equality'/><category term='Getting to Know You'/><category term='remembering'/><category term='question'/><category term='life'/><category term='You Capture'/><category term='season'/><category term='amazing'/><category term='craving'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='Thursday'/><category term='Five for Friday'/><category term='cold'/><category term='giveaway'/><category term='blogging advice'/><category term='counting blessings'/><category term='baby gear'/><category term='Sleep'/><category term='pain'/><category term='Atlanta Zoo'/><category term='Week 1'/><category term='fun'/><category term='ultra sound'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='rambling'/><category term='love'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='best friend'/><category term='hospital'/><title type='text'>Armendinger Party of 4</title><subtitle type='html'>The crazy, wonderful, some times hectic life of the Armendinger house hold.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-5243985239261666827</id><published>2011-01-12T13:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T14:10:06.992-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deployment'/><title type='text'>Bring it on Twenty-Eleven!</title><content type='html'>This year is going to be one crazy roller coaster ride for our family. We have been putting a lot of thought into &lt;a href="http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/youre-joking-right.html"&gt;that really long deployment I told y'all about&lt;/a&gt;, and as much as we don't like the being apart for 6+ months the benefits of this thing really do out weigh the negatives. So this week, yesterday as a matter of fact, *D* went in and volunteered to do it. We would rather go in and say "this is when we want to do this" then risk them voluntelling him that he's going when he comes home from his deployment that he's leaving for at the end of this month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes you read right. He is about to leave sometime VERY soon, will be gone for a few months, home for some time, gone for training, then deploying towards the end of the year and will be gone for a good half of next year. *sigh* This is so not what I thought would happen when we cross trained, but I just keep telling myself "If God brings you to it, he'll get you though it." I don't think we would be put into this situation if we couldn't handle it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I worry about is the kids. I am already planning on getting Little Miss in pre-school so she has something to help pass the time. Little Man will be 1 year old so I am still trying to figure out something for him. And me, I have been given the 'go ahead' to plan a romantic get away from me and *D* for when he comes home. I am excited to do this. We didn't get a honeymoon and have never gotten to just get away just the two of us. I am really sure (like 99.9%) that we are going to go to Hawaii. I went back in 2006 with my family and LOVED it. I want to go back and have looked into it and it's REALLY affordable!! Hopefully that will keep my mind off everything and it gives us something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bring it on Twenty-Eleven (and part of Twenty-Twelve) I am so ready to get though this and put it behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-5243985239261666827?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/5243985239261666827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=5243985239261666827&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/5243985239261666827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/5243985239261666827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2011/01/bring-it-on-twenty-eleven.html' title='Bring it on Twenty-Eleven!'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-1339182255964721655</id><published>2010-12-30T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T11:00:03.101-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Top 25 Songs of 2010</title><content type='html'>So every year DJ Earworm puts together a montage of the year's top 25 songs (according to the Billboard charts) and every year I am more and more blown away by him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is this year's mash up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="520" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LLA7JMPE_xU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LLA7JMPE_xU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="520" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for some fun here's 2009's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="520" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iNzrwh2Z2hQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iNzrwh2Z2hQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="520" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annnnnd 2008's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="520" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XLaZ-8IMtt0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XLaZ-8IMtt0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="520" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are plenty more on his website: http://djearworm.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-1339182255964721655?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/1339182255964721655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=1339182255964721655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/1339182255964721655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/1339182255964721655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/12/top-25-songs-of-2010.html' title='Top 25 Songs of 2010'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-1541286047265620395</id><published>2010-12-29T13:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T13:39:06.818-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Melt My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TRt-vNTxF7I/AAAAAAAAMLc/avdz_rby4K4/s1600/sunshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TRt-vNTxF7I/AAAAAAAAMLc/avdz_rby4K4/s320/sunshine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556173914783160242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So hear lately I have had a VERY fussy baby boy on my hands. I think he is starting to teeth. It's been so so so bad lately. And then one day while he was SCREAMING and I was trying EVERYTHING to get him to clam down, I sat down in our rocking chair, cuddled him close &amp; just started singing "You are my Sunshine" to him, and just like that... He stopped, looked up at me &amp; got the biggest sweetest toothless grin on his face... Then he started laughing at me, probably because I don't have the best singing voice, but hey he wasn't crying and to me that was SO much better! So from then on, when he is really fussy and won't stop crying, all I have to do is rock him, cuddle him real close and sing this song to him and it just brings my sweet, lovable baby boy back and it pretty much melts my heart each and every time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-1541286047265620395?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/1541286047265620395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=1541286047265620395&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/1541286047265620395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/1541286047265620395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/12/melt-my-heart.html' title='Melt My Heart'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TRt-vNTxF7I/AAAAAAAAMLc/avdz_rby4K4/s72-c/sunshine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-5135390311124339962</id><published>2010-12-27T09:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T09:59:36.417-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Playing Catch Up</title><content type='html'>Wow, the last time I blogged was Thanksgiving ::&lt;em&gt;hangs head in shame&lt;/em&gt;:: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can say life got INSANE!!! *D* was in ALS for the month of Dec. and seemed to be always busy studying or writing papers, so I really didn't have any free time between taking care of the kiddos, the house &amp; doing some last minute photography gigs :) but it really paid off for seeing as he got Distinguished Graduate :) I am very proud of him for working so hard!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news Little Man is now 4 months old ... 4 MONTHS OLD, where the heck has the time gone?!?! I mean really it's so crazy how fast life goes by!! He "baby talks" so much now! It really is the cutest thing EVER! And over Christmas weekend he got really good at rolling over from his back to belly, so now that's all he does when he is one the floor. But the thing is, he HATES being on his belly!!! So he rolls, is good for a few minutes &amp; then freaks out b.c he can't get back to his back. So now we are working on trying to teach him how to get from stomach to back ;) But he is growing like a weed!!! I had to take him to an appointment b.c he broke out in eczema and found out he is 14lbs &amp; 24in long!!! Now I know to most people you think "that's a normal sized baby" but let me tell you, to me he is HUGE!! Let me compare him to little miss ... when she was ONE YEAR old she ONLY weighed 18lbs and he is already 14lbs and is only 4 months old! So yes, to me he is HUGE! lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just take a moment to say my kids are spoiled ROTTEN!! Christmas was this past weekend and we decided to wait till Christmas morning to open ALL the presents. In the past we open gifts from the family on Christmas Eve but Little Miss was in a HORRIBLE mood (due to no nap) so we sent her to bed early that night. Well let me tell you once we got ALL the presents in the living room, it literally looked like a toy store thew up in our living room! LOL. This was the first year that Little Miss has REALLY understood what was going on and has been SO excited for Christmas, so I wanted to make it a memorable one for her and I maaaaaaaaaay have gone over board ... just a little ... ok just A LOT, but hey, it was SO worth it!!! I have never seen her so excited :) I promise a blog post with pictures will be up soon!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's pretty much everything that has been going on over in our neck of the woods :) I promise to never go that long with out a post again!!! Now that *D* is out of ALS I will have a lot more free time!! I hope you all had a GREAT Holiday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-5135390311124339962?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/5135390311124339962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=5135390311124339962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/5135390311124339962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/5135390311124339962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/12/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing Catch Up'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-2688735027193237175</id><published>2010-11-25T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T07:00:15.081-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Oh how I love this time of year!! Thanksgiving is my second favorite holiday (Christmas being number one). I love everything about this holiday; the food, the colors, the smells, the giving spirt of everyone, spending time with family &amp; friends, kicking of the Christmas season ... it really is the perfect holiday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course with this holiday comes time to think about what I am thankful for! This year gave me lots of reasons to be thankful so I want to share some with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TO1GK4WRVGI/AAAAAAAAMJs/xthiXL6IXCc/s1600/jayce3months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TO1GK4WRVGI/AAAAAAAAMJs/xthiXL6IXCc/s320/jayce3months.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543163869101380706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course Little Man will be number one on my list :) I am so very thankful to have him in my life. He is my perfect little baby boy and I really feel blessed that God gave him to me. It's hard to believe that he has been in my life for three months already! I really cannot say enough how in love I am with him. I think Hunk is no longer the number one man in my life, and yea he knows it ;) But I don't think you will hear him complain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TO1G88ycD8I/AAAAAAAAMJ0/7sXI4sMo6es/s1600/ainsley4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TO1G88ycD8I/AAAAAAAAMJ0/7sXI4sMo6es/s320/ainsley4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543164729286725570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Miss, oh how she has grown up so much. I really cannot be more thankful for her this year. She went though a MAJOR life adjustment with becoming a big sister and I really think she handled it with flying colors! She loves her big brother so very much, I am so so so thankful for that. She really has gone above and beyond my expectations and proven me wrong countless times. I am thankful for how about 85% of the time she is very easy to handle. Yes, she has her moments but she really is a good girl and I cannot be more thankful for such a sweet, loving, wonderful, beautiful, smart little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TO1JXThduSI/AAAAAAAAMJ8/gt0Q4bLIWCw/s1600/daddydan.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TO1JXThduSI/AAAAAAAAMJ8/gt0Q4bLIWCw/s320/daddydan.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543167381089401122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Hunk. Oh how very thankful to have such an amazing man as my husband. He is an amazing daddy, supporter, lover, gaming nerd ... He has been there for me so much in this trying year. There is no better man out there in this big'ole world for me. He is my soul mate and I really happy that I found him four years ago :) We have been though A LOT this year, at times I really didn't know if we were going to make it though together, but he has stuck by me, put up with my crap, and is still by my side. Growing up in a family torn by divorce it's always scary that I will fail too, but he has proven time and time again that he is not going anywhere, I am stuck with him and I am thankful to be stuck with such an amazing guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TO1MYMV05wI/AAAAAAAAMKE/wCSulV7ANEQ/s1600/health.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TO1MYMV05wI/AAAAAAAAMKE/wCSulV7ANEQ/s320/health.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543170694876292866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My health ... Boy oh boy has this been a rough year on me. But in the end I am so very thankful that I am healthy and back to "normal" once again! Hopefully there will be no more surprises that come my way! After a very very very rough pregnancy, my gallbladder issues, battling other personal issues ... I am happy to say that I have over come A LOT this year!! I am ready to start next year off with a new look on life because of this year. I am ready to get my life back and never ever go back to where I was this year. I am ready for you 2011 ... Bring it on :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course ... my amazing friends and family ... too bad I don't have a picture of all of you ;) I have made some great new friends this year and I am so very thankful for each and every single of of you -- old and new. You all mean the world to me! And then of course my amazing family. I really under estimated how much they mean to me. This year made me realize how thankful I am for them and how much I missing living so close to them. I will never take them for granted and I am so very thankful for everything they have done for me this year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-2688735027193237175?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/2688735027193237175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=2688735027193237175&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/2688735027193237175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/2688735027193237175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TO1GK4WRVGI/AAAAAAAAMJs/xthiXL6IXCc/s72-c/jayce3months.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-1705133896470333558</id><published>2010-11-23T12:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T14:13:11.380-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Have You Seen These?</title><content type='html'>It's the advertisements for Target's Black Friday Sale! The actor they found to play this sale-crazed lady is PRICELESS!! They all are hysterical and I seriously get stomach cramps from laughing so hard!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't seen them here are some (and if you have, watch them again)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Ht_X19LtSg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Ht_X19LtSg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uE-EfEXHk8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uE-EfEXHk8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5KlvvDnkjKg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5KlvvDnkjKg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="193"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TfcowGLgImM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TfcowGLgImM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="193"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="193"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WYInGRf2DSc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WYInGRf2DSc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="193"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-1705133896470333558?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/1705133896470333558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=1705133896470333558&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/1705133896470333558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/1705133896470333558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/11/have-you-seen-these.html' title='Have You Seen These?'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-6458335688824398997</id><published>2010-11-19T09:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T09:37:51.599-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><title type='text'>Bouffe e Bambini Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;OMGsh you have no idea how excited I am about this giveaway!! As you all know I am a baby wear -- LOVE MY MOBY WRAP -- but little man is starting to be not so fond of it. So I am in the market for a different kind of baby wearing gear ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course I am all about &lt;a href="http://bouffeebambini.blogspot.com/2010/11/belle-baby-carrier-giveaway.html"&gt;this give away&lt;/a&gt; that Hanna is doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is giving away a &lt;a href="http://www.bellebabycarriers.com/"&gt;Belle Baby Carrier&lt;/a&gt;! If you have never heard of them you MUST check them out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I win I am totally getting this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TOaLIVfFoKI/AAAAAAAAMJk/lIGDXhaEfkc/s1600/babycarrier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TOaLIVfFoKI/AAAAAAAAMJk/lIGDXhaEfkc/s320/babycarrier.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541269366848725154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are a momma (or planning on being a momma eventually) you need to totally go and enter for your chance to win one as well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-6458335688824398997?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/6458335688824398997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=6458335688824398997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/6458335688824398997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/6458335688824398997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/11/bouffe-e-bambini-giveaway.html' title='Bouffe e Bambini Giveaway!'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TOaLIVfFoKI/AAAAAAAAMJk/lIGDXhaEfkc/s72-c/babycarrier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-7285253142461081464</id><published>2010-11-16T17:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:01:22.550-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Miss'/><title type='text'>Update on Us</title><content type='html'>Oh the life I live, I really wish I was in an all white padded room sometimes with a "hug-me" jacket on. I have contemplated checking my self in to a crazy house just for like &lt;strike&gt;&lt;em&gt;a year&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; ok maybe not a year but a few days would be perfect. I need to get caught up on sleep, I need to build my energy back up, I just need a vacation from life. haha. Couldn't we all use one of those at times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TOMM44vt9EI/AAAAAAAAMJE/lbsyilk13hQ/s1600/jayce3months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TOMM44vt9EI/AAAAAAAAMJE/lbsyilk13hQ/s320/jayce3months.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540286138040579138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can it really be true? Will Little Man be 3 months old in just one short week? That is 1/4 of a year ... Time you really do go by entirely too fast. We had his 2 month well baby check up today, even though he is well over 2 months old lol. He weighed in at 11lbs 11oz (30th percentile), is 23.5in long (51st percentile) &amp; has a head circumference of 42.5cm (90th percentile). He we so awesome at the doctors too, didn't let out a peep, was all smile and giggles :) He is really an AWESOME baby. He has his moments, mainly the things he hates is tummy time, being in a non-moving car, his feet being touched, and waiting for food. He is still quite the little flirt, loves to coo back and forth with momma, cracks up when I "white girl beat boxes at him, loves watching his sister go crazy around the house, is extremely ticklish, has found his hands and loves watching them ... so there is a lot more good then bad with him :) I feel really blessed to have such an amazing little man in my life. Now if only we could get to the sleeping though the night stage then Momma would be 110% happy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TOMM_5vPirI/AAAAAAAAMJM/ifWk3PwU4V4/s1600/ainsley5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TOMM_5vPirI/AAAAAAAAMJM/ifWk3PwU4V4/s320/ainsley5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540286258566105778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Mis has defiantly reached the "defiant" stage of her age. Oh man does she know how to push my buttons. We cannot correct her with out her YELLING (I am talking at the top of her lungs) "DON'T BE MAAAAAAAAD" I swear I hate that saying with a passion. She is trying to get out of her daily naptime now too, and let me tell you, that's is so not happening! I look forward to her naptime. But other then testing my patience she is really a sweet girl. She has SUCH an imagination and can remember things so well. I have a feeling she's going to be one of those movie buffs that can remember every little thing about every movie she has seen. She has watched Toy Story 3 at least twice a day for the past two weeks now and can act out scenes from it. It is quite hilarious!! She has me crying from laughing so hard so many times. So as bratty as she is (about 85% of the time) she is really a sweet heart and can make any bad day better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-7285253142461081464?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/7285253142461081464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=7285253142461081464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/7285253142461081464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/7285253142461081464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/11/update-on-us.html' title='Update on Us'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TOMM44vt9EI/AAAAAAAAMJE/lbsyilk13hQ/s72-c/jayce3months.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-6831876181537970987</id><published>2010-11-15T08:51:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T09:38:43.564-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wish List'/><title type='text'>Christmas Wish List</title><content type='html'>So I don't know about you but I still put together a Christmas wish list every year, even though I am 25 years young. It's just so much easier to send family members a link when they ask what you want for Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I did it though &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/wishlist"&gt;Amazon Wish Lists&lt;/a&gt;. It was SO much easier then sending people from one website to another. (Plus if you install their &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/wishlist/get-button"&gt;Wish List Browser Button&lt;/a&gt; it makes things even easier!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are just a few things on my wish list this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TOE8nfcdLlI/AAAAAAAAMIQ/Ehwl-hPr3_4/s1600/poppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TOE8nfcdLlI/AAAAAAAAMIQ/Ehwl-hPr3_4/s320/poppy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539775665795837522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;em&gt;Poppy by Coach -- I looooooove this scent oh so very much!! It's light and fun and flirty :) It's one of the top things on my wish list!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TOE9mfRNEBI/AAAAAAAAMIY/tfwT94uwtdo/s1600/nano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TOE9mfRNEBI/AAAAAAAAMIY/tfwT94uwtdo/s320/nano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539776748080402450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;em&gt;The new Nano, in pink of course. I am sick of sharing with the hubby so I want my own. ;)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TOE-OQkYINI/AAAAAAAAMIg/iPlqgG3CFLA/s1600/4million.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TOE-OQkYINI/AAAAAAAAMIg/iPlqgG3CFLA/s320/4million.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539777431329054930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;em&gt;A 4 Million Dollar Bag from &lt;a href="http://www.crumpler.com/us/"&gt;Crumpler&lt;/a&gt;. It's the perfect comfy home for Loucille (yes I named my camera, be jealous)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TOE_JoIpTdI/AAAAAAAAMIo/obseD_N1ukE/s1600/cameranecklace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TOE_JoIpTdI/AAAAAAAAMIo/obseD_N1ukE/s320/cameranecklace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539778451267472850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;em&gt;How cute is this camera necklace?!? I love it and want it so badly (I think it would be a perfect fit in my stocking ;)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TOE_0OT9G5I/AAAAAAAAMIw/n28igZluwgY/s1600/canoncup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TOE_0OT9G5I/AAAAAAAAMIw/n28igZluwgY/s320/canoncup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539779183069961106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;em&gt;Okay so this is just too much fun not to have on my list! It's a Canon Lens cup!! Too flippin funny!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those are just a few of the items I am hoping Santa brings me this year :) What's on your list??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-6831876181537970987?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/6831876181537970987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=6831876181537970987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/6831876181537970987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/6831876181537970987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/11/christmas-wish-list.html' title='Christmas Wish List'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TOE8nfcdLlI/AAAAAAAAMIQ/Ehwl-hPr3_4/s72-c/poppy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-6745919901773151297</id><published>2010-11-10T07:31:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:02:13.442-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiddos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandparents'/><title type='text'>Grandparents</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Have you ever seen this video?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7X6pqSHYUgY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7X6pqSHYUgY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not you need to watch it. It will melt your heart. It shows the bond that most kids have with their Grandparents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why do I say "most kids?" Because I NEVER had a relationship with my Grandparents. None of them. Never got a phone call, never got a birthday card, never got Christmas presents. It's sad. I never really understood it growing up, and actually I still don't really understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandparents are supposed to love you, they are supposed to spoil you rotten, fill you up with nothing but sugar and then send you home to Mom &amp; Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now even though I grew up not knowing my Grandparents, I know for a FACT Little Miss, Little Man (and my nephew *D*) will not grow up that way. Lucky the kids in this generation have AWESOME Grandparents. They love them so much, they spoil them rotten and when they come to visit I don't think the word "no" is ever uttered to them when they ask for something. And I am so very very very thankful for that. I love that my kids with grow up knowing they are loved and not feeling left out. My parents (and even my step parents) are amazing and I am so lucky to have them in my kids lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-6745919901773151297?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/6745919901773151297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=6745919901773151297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/6745919901773151297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/6745919901773151297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/11/grandparents.html' title='Grandparents'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-961549036479387339</id><published>2010-11-04T18:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T18:44:15.976-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiddos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Never Grow Up - Taylor Swift</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite country artists right now is Taylor Swift. I love how down to earth, classy, humble she is. She is a GREAT role model for young girls. I love all her songs and can relate to almost all of them! On her new CD (Speak Now) is this song and the very first time I heard it I bawled like a baby. Our kiddos grow up entirely too fast!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;Your little hand's wrapped around my finger&lt;br /&gt;And it's so quiet in the world tonight&lt;br /&gt;Your little eyelids flutter cause you're dreaming&lt;br /&gt;So I tuck you in, turn on your favorite night light&lt;br /&gt;To you everything's funny, you got nothing to regret&lt;br /&gt;I'd give all I have, honey&lt;br /&gt;If you could stay like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh darling, don't you ever grow up&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever grow up, just stay this little&lt;br /&gt;Oh darling, don't you ever grow up&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever grow up, it could stay this simple&lt;br /&gt;I won't let nobody hurt you, won't let no one break your heart&lt;br /&gt;And no one will desert you&lt;br /&gt;Just try to never grow up, never grow up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're in the car on the way to the movies&lt;br /&gt;And you're mortified your mom's dropping you off&lt;br /&gt;At 14 there's just so much you can't do&lt;br /&gt;And you can't wait to move out someday and call your own shots&lt;br /&gt;But don't make her drop you off around the block&lt;br /&gt;Remember that she's getting older too&lt;br /&gt;And don't lose the way that you dance around in your pj's getting ready for school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh darling, don't you ever grow up&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever grow up, just stay this little&lt;br /&gt;Oh darling, don't you ever grow up&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever grow up, it could stay this simple&lt;br /&gt;No one's ever burned you, nothing's ever left you scarred&lt;br /&gt;And even though you want to, just try to never grow up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take pictures in your mind of your childhood room&lt;br /&gt;Memorize what it sounded like when your dad gets home&lt;br /&gt;Remember the footsteps, remember the words said&lt;br /&gt;And all your little brother's favorite songs&lt;br /&gt;I just realized everything I have is someday gonna be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am in my new apartment&lt;br /&gt;In a big city, they just dropped me off&lt;br /&gt;It's so much colder that I thought it would be&lt;br /&gt;So I tuck myself in and turn my night light on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I'd never grown up&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd never grown up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I don't wanna grow up, wish I'd never grown up&lt;br /&gt;I could still be little&lt;br /&gt;Oh I don't wanna grow up, wish I'd never grown up&lt;br /&gt;It could still be simple&lt;br /&gt;Oh darling, don't you ever grow up&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever grow up, just stay this little&lt;br /&gt;Oh darling, don't you ever grow up&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever grow up, it could stay this simple&lt;br /&gt;Won't let nobody hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Won't let no one break your heart&lt;br /&gt;And even though you want to, please try to never grow up&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't you ever grow up&lt;br /&gt;Oh, never grow up, just never grow up&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tVvz3V8C9BU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tVvz3V8C9BU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-961549036479387339?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/961549036479387339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=961549036479387339&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/961549036479387339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/961549036479387339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/11/never-grow-up-taylor-swift.html' title='Never Grow Up - Taylor Swift'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-1063606928694666088</id><published>2010-11-04T09:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T09:15:30.653-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='season'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><title type='text'>Brrr it's Chilly Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TNKw9XsaEeI/AAAAAAAAMG8/qmMwpf9IeDk/s1600/cold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TNKw9XsaEeI/AAAAAAAAMG8/qmMwpf9IeDk/s320/cold.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535681460370543074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So that image ... That was SO me last night -- well in woman form of course, but man oh man was it cold last night!! I am all about colder weather then what we have had, but I feel like we went from super hot to super cold... Where's the pretty and comfy in-between weather that I love oh so very much?!? I look forward to this time of year every year and I feel like I got ripped off this year lol. I mean I even broke down and turned the heater on last night! This weekend the highs are in the 60s!!! I am not saying I want it to be hot as hades, but like mid 70s would be perfect. So if anyone could pass this message onto Mother Nature that would be AWESOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-1063606928694666088?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/1063606928694666088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=1063606928694666088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/1063606928694666088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/1063606928694666088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/11/brrr-its-chilly-out.html' title='Brrr it&apos;s Chilly Out'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TNKw9XsaEeI/AAAAAAAAMG8/qmMwpf9IeDk/s72-c/cold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-3067881271649175881</id><published>2010-11-02T11:09:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:03:30.364-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deployment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military'/><title type='text'>Ugh -- Husbands!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TNAp7HJosNI/AAAAAAAAME8/1xMoF0SH_B0/s1600/IMG_4506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TNAp7HJosNI/AAAAAAAAME8/1xMoF0SH_B0/s320/IMG_4506.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534970037546823890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why ... Why must he tell me these things via text message?!? Yes, I know he was due for a deployment, but I would MUCH rather him tell me this in person so that I can instantly grab him, hold him and cry. But no he tells me over a stinking text message. My heart instantly hits my stomach which makes my stomach fall to my toes. I feel the tears start welling up in my eyes. I take a deep breath and fight them back because I know that tears won't help anything right now. It's going to happen and I just have to start to prepare myself now for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am EXTREMELY thankful that we have short deployments, but it still sucks knowing he will be gone. I hate that he has to leave us behind and miss out on so much while he is gone. I am going to miss him entirely too much. He has been in the service for 6 years, we have been married for (going on) 4 years, and thankfully this will only be our second deployment. I pray that I take this better then the first time. I know this time will be different. This time Ainsley is actually going to understand what is going on and will be asking "Where's Daddy" and it's going to KILL me. I know that this time I will not have family right down the road to escape to when I am feeling low. I know that this time I will have two kids. It's going to SUCK and yes it's going to be challenging, but I WILL get though this and I will come out on top. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the beginning of my &lt;a href="http://www.ourdeploymentdiary.blogspot.com"&gt;Our Deployment Diary&lt;/a&gt; blog... I am stating one and will be posting what happened daily so that he sees that we are doing fine and gets his daily dose of pictures. Anyone is welcome to follow it. There is nothing up yet (except for this exact blog post) and won't be till time gets closer for him to leave. This will be SO much easier then emailing pictures!! I got the idea from one of my best friends that is currently doing the same thing for her deployed loved one :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just another part of being a military wife and this is just a way to help me get though it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-3067881271649175881?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/3067881271649175881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=3067881271649175881&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/3067881271649175881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/3067881271649175881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/11/ugh-husbands.html' title='Ugh -- Husbands!!'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TNAp7HJosNI/AAAAAAAAME8/1xMoF0SH_B0/s72-c/IMG_4506.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-9081726119528149031</id><published>2010-10-22T18:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T19:37:52.879-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fill in Friday'/><title type='text'>Fill in Friday #18</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the double post today ... here are my answers for &lt;a href="http://wifeofasailor.com/"&gt;Wife of a Sailor&lt;/a&gt;'s Fill in Friday questions :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s1600/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s320/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497065383758209634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you a night owl or an early bird?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;LOL can I say both?! Being a Momma to a newborn kinda makes both out of you! But I am normally an early bird. I love sleep and am usually in bed by 10 and can pop right up with the rising sun most days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What makes you jealous?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I get jealous of people that get married, buy a house, have kids, see them grow up, see them get married, and see their babies have babies all in the same house! Growing up I moved around so much that I was always jealous of kids that grew up and staid in the same house their whole lives. Now don't get me wrong, I am greatful for it, because I can adapt to anything now, but it's just one of the things that makes me a little jealous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you started Christmas/holiday shopping yet? When will you finish? (There’s only 63 days left!)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Have I started shopping? No. Do I have list and ideas for everyone on what I will be getting them. Yes. I am a planner when it comes to big holidays like this :) Plus it gives me an idea of how much we will be spending so I can save a little each check. But I usually don't start shopping until Black Friday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What would you have a personal chef make you tonight?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Can I just have one come and make me a whole bunch of sweets? I want a banana cake, creme brulee, cupcakes with all kinds of flavors, lemon bars ... I could totally keep going but I am making myself really hungry lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where was your first kiss?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;OMGsh I remember my first kiss to a T. I was 8 living in Florida on Eglin AFB. I was spending the night with a friend named Bethany and we decided to sneak out and go hang out with my crush Robert L. We went to his house and jumped on his trampoline and then we were going to leave he grabbed me and kissed me. Now just as he did this a car drove by and to me it looked like a flash went off in the car, so I (being young) freaked out and swore that someone took a picture, I was going to end up in the news paper, my Dad was going to see it and I was going to get in so much trouble. Of course that didn't happen and I am even friends with Robert still lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-9081726119528149031?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/9081726119528149031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=9081726119528149031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/9081726119528149031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/9081726119528149031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/10/fill-in-friday-18.html' title='Fill in Friday #18'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s72-c/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-6332806798952215583</id><published>2010-10-22T18:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:04:37.342-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><title type='text'>Getting it Off My Chest</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;| *&lt;em&gt;Side note: I really hope that no one takes this the wrong way ... I just need to get it off my chest and this blog is my outlet&lt;/em&gt;* |&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TMISQXXCgsI/AAAAAAAAMDc/_7mCCrrpCV4/s1600/lonley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TMISQXXCgsI/AAAAAAAAMDc/_7mCCrrpCV4/s320/lonley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531003364722246338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am lonely. Have been for a very very very long time. I miss having good friends to do stuff with. I miss having my family latterly right down the road. And not saying that I don't have friends here, just not like I have had. And I know part of it is my fault. I don't participate in a lot of the events that going on around here with the local Mommies and wives, but I am having a very hard time connecting with people here. The one person that I had an awesome connection with had to leave (thank you military for that one) and since then I can feel myself slipping into depression. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my best friend came to visit and it was so amazing to have her here with me again and do all the things we used to do when we lived two blocks away -- and then she had to go back home, across the country and it was hard. Harder then I thought it was going to be. I miss her more then words could even say. I want to go back to live a year and a half ago (but have Little Man there with us). I miss Florida. I miss my life in Florida. I hate that I feel this way but I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to find someone that will drop by out of nowhere b.c they know I need adult interaction, I want to get invited out to do things again, I want to be able to have girl talks and talk about how awful our husbands can be but then again how awesome they are... I know I will never have a connection like I do with my best friend but I really hate that I feel like I have no one. It has made me cry entirely too much and some days I sit here and that is all I think about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I feel this way, and like I said, I know part of it is my fault. I want to start getting a group of the girls here that I do know together for a girls night at least once a month. Even if it's just to go out and get coffee. I just need someone to talk to and gossip with. I am a VERY social person. I am and can be a good friend :) I just need to put myself out there more and make friends. I am thankful for the people that I do know here and what they have done for me. I really hope this doesn't upset anyone, like I said I just needed to get it off my chest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-6332806798952215583?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/6332806798952215583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=6332806798952215583&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/6332806798952215583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/6332806798952215583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/10/getting-it-off-my-chest.html' title='Getting it Off My Chest'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TMISQXXCgsI/AAAAAAAAMDc/_7mCCrrpCV4/s72-c/lonley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-1766698543856318324</id><published>2010-10-19T00:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T00:28:38.561-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human rights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><title type='text'>Breaks My Heart...</title><content type='html'>So I am sure many of you (if not everyone) has heard about the recent spike in teen suicides due to bullying because of people being different. Well I also know that MANY of these suicides were done by the gay youth. I am sickened by all of this and hate that it is happening. It seriously breaks my heart every time I hear about another young person taking their life because they felt like there was/is no other way to make it stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason this hits me SO hard is because my brother is one of those that are young and gay in the world and is effected by immature, under educated people, bullies out there in the world. He has had SO many people say and do thing to him that have hurt him. Thank God he is strong enough to know that this people are idiots and has not felt like taking his life was the only way out. I have been there personally when people have verbally attacked him and the rage that I feel must only be 25% of what he feels when people lash out at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight he and his boyfriend where minding their own business shopping at Target when they were called out and verbal attacked. Here is his story that he shared with me via facebook:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;"L and I were in the Halloween/Christmas area of Target, which is in the back right hand corner, and these three guys were walking away from us towards the food section and were saying shit like "Can you even be that gay?" and making comments like "Want to see my nipple." and lifting up his shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ignored them although I kept my eye on them until they were out of sight, so we just make a comment to each other about how we are in Orlando and in the 'college town' part of Orlando and that their redneck-ness is more out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we see the same guys coming from the bike/toy are and I said it was time to go and so we started walking down towards the electronics department and they were by the women's clothes and one of the guys comes towards us and yells "FAGS" and I just happen to be by an employee of Target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and said loudly that I needed security called on those guys and that what they were doing was a hate crime and he made fun of me and went the other direction, we went to check out and the employee talked to the security. We left with my car keys in between my fingers because that is how unsafe these guys made me feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to back out and the security guard is running towards the car and so I pull back in to the spot and he apologizes for the guys and makes sure we are okay and while we are talking to him the guys start walking towards my car and waving and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I pulled out to drive away they stood in the middle of the road and spit on my car so as soon, and I mean within millimeters of them, I pulled out... rather quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home I called Target and talked to the manager to make sure he knew that the security guard and the other employee did a great job &lt;strong&gt;he told me that there were other incidents inside the store that the guys were involved in and that they had attacked someone in the parking lot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say L and I will be carrying at the very least pepper spray in the car from now on. If the security guard hadn't been outside with us I'm sure these assholes would have acted out more."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't believe this is happening or are shunning your eyes to what is going on out there then reading that story hopefully gave you a HUGE reality check. This IS happening and we need to do something about it. I don't care if you don't "AGREE" with their lifestyle. They are just trying to live their life and DO NOT deserve what is going on. For those of you that are turning your heads to this because of your beliefs, if this was happening to lets say the mentally handicaps in the world would you still be turning your heads, or would you stand up and fight with them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to remember the gays in the world are just people like us, they love, the hate, the cry, the laugh, the live &amp; they die. Let's not see their life cut short by our hateful actions and words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-1766698543856318324?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/1766698543856318324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=1766698543856318324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/1766698543856318324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/1766698543856318324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/10/breaks-my-heart.html' title='Breaks My Heart...'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-6720106033879729468</id><published>2010-10-15T20:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:17:02.787-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Miss'/><title type='text'>LOCK &amp; KEY</title><content type='html'>So I may be bias when I say that I really think that I make the cutest babies ever! I think Hunk and I's combination is really perfect! Little Miss has those big brown eyes, long golden brown hair, beautiful little smile &amp; great personality! Little Man is going to be Mr Tall Dark and Handsome with his dark hair and big blue eyes. And trust me I tell them every day just how beautiful and handsome they are ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that being said, I think I have created monsters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started when Little Miss was about three months old ... What is "it" you might ask ... Oh FLIRTING! You see, she would see a boy anywhere in a room that she wanted attention from and she would figure out a way to get it. It started out with coy little yells across a room, and when the boy would finally look to see who the screaming child was, she would give him the BIGGES smile and BOOM he was wrapped and instantly was her's. The she learned how to say "Boy" and would call from across the room "BOY!!!...BOY!!!...BOY!!!..." and do this until she once again got the attention she wanted and then batted her big beautiful eyes and gave them that beautiful smile and once again BAM! Now that she is older, she has MASTED this flirting. Let's use one of my husbands friend's as a good example ... We shall call him J.Arbo (for those of you that know us personally you know who I am referring to). You see when Little Miss first set her sights on this boy she had to have him. I will never forget the day he walked in and she proceeded to do a little walk around him, check him out from head...to toe, and then say in the CUTEST voice ever "Heeeeey" and I swear to you I am not lying. And now every time he is over her, she tries to keep his attention on her almost the entire time, she has even asked him to take a bath with her! LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now Little Man, you see I thought things would be different with him ... But no! Thursday I had surgery to remove my gallbladder and him and the Mr stayed with me. It was a quick one, in at 7am and then home by 10am. And after I was done with the surgery, in the recovery room they came back to sit with me. Well let me tell you... My little 7 WEEK OLD decided to flirt with EVERY nurse that came up and talked to him!! He would give them his cute little smile and then just let out the sweetest little coo!! My baby boy was flirting with women ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I done?!? I just know that these two are going to give us a world of trouble when they are older!! And that is why I have decided to lock them up and trow away the keys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-6720106033879729468?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/6720106033879729468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=6720106033879729468&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/6720106033879729468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/6720106033879729468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/10/lock-key.html' title='LOCK &amp; KEY'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-2826393611577891704</id><published>2010-10-14T12:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T12:59:50.640-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five for Friday'/><title type='text'>Fill in Friday #17 (On Thrus.)</title><content type='html'>Yes I am filling it out a day early b.c ... well I just had my gallbladder removed and I am pretty drugged up, so I might as well fill it out now when I have the energy to do it and I am not in horrible pain and can't ... here are my answers for &lt;a href="http://wifeofasailor.com/"&gt;Wife of a Sailor&lt;/a&gt;'s Fill in Friday questions :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s1600/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s320/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497065383758209634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. What are some things on your bucket list?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Travel, get my dream tattoo, see a Saint's football game in the Super Dome, go on a cruse with my best friend ... There are more, but I can't think right now lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. How long have you been a MilSpouse and where have you been stationed so far?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been together 4 years (married going on 4 years in Jan.) and we have been stationed at Hulbert Field, FL (lived on Eglin AFB) and here (Robins AFB) and we will most likely be here the rest of this time in :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. What is a list of songs that sums up your life so far?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh goodness... "Momma's Song" by Carrie Underwood, "Honky Tonk, Buh Donk a Donk", "Who I Am"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. What is your favorite kind of pizza?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hamburger, bacon &amp; mushroom -- yuuuuuuum! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. What are three good things in your life right now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My Husband&lt;br /&gt;2. My Kids&lt;br /&gt;3. My Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-2826393611577891704?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/2826393611577891704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=2826393611577891704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/2826393611577891704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/2826393611577891704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/10/fill-in-friday-17-on-thrus.html' title='Fill in Friday #17 (On Thrus.)'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s72-c/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-3811271960361348877</id><published>2010-10-13T22:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T22:54:03.931-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>Need Your Opinion!</title><content type='html'>I will be ordering my new business cards soon and I want some opinions on it before I pay the money for it ... (The top image is for the front and the bottom image is for the back) **Please click on the image to see it bigger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TLZwcGgjAQI/AAAAAAAAMC4/pLVOfB4Ot-k/s1600/%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TLZwcGgjAQI/AAAAAAAAMC4/pLVOfB4Ot-k/s320/%231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527729220729635074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Does it stand out enough? If you were seeing it sitting somewhere would you pick it up? I need HONEST opinions so please don't hold back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-3811271960361348877?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/3811271960361348877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=3811271960361348877&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/3811271960361348877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/3811271960361348877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/10/need-your-opinion.html' title='Need Your Opinion!'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TLZwcGgjAQI/AAAAAAAAMC4/pLVOfB4Ot-k/s72-c/%231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-2336618058325751242</id><published>2010-10-13T13:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:08:38.627-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>Finally Caught It...</title><content type='html'>Little Man has been smiling for a good two weeks now and I have been trying to capture it since day one, but every time I go to take a picture he sees my big bulky camera and ends up just staring at it and stops smiling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last night Hunk was sitting on the floor with him and Little Man was smiling SO much ... So I went and grabbed my camera and stood back far enough that he couldn't see me and finally got a picture of him smiling! And here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TLXxu8W1v8I/AAAAAAAAMCw/CkUTOtcqjqI/s1600/jaycesmile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TLXxu8W1v8I/AAAAAAAAMCw/CkUTOtcqjqI/s320/jaycesmile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527589906445352898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that not the cutest thing you have ever seen?!?! It for real melts my heart every time he gives me that HUGE toothless smile. I honestly do not remember Little Miss smiling this early or as much as he does. He is such a happy baby :) I love that he smiles so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note ... I am going into surgery at 615am tomorrow morning to FINALLY get this gallbladder taken out of me! I am so ready for it to be GONE and not cause me any more pain. I went into the ER Sunday night which was an experience let me tell you. After dinner I all of a sudden had a HORRIBLE pain in my stomach. It was so bad that I latterly fell to the floor in pain. The Mr finally convinced me to go to the ER around 9pm. I go there and did not get out until 330am!!! I found out after many blood tests and a CT scan that I had a baseball sized cysts rupture :( It was so not fun at all. And I have been in so much pain from it since then. They gave me some good pain meds though that make me VERY loopy and VERY tired, so I am thankful that Hunk is on leave this week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so ready to be back to "normal" and not be in pain any more. I am so over this year lol. I am ready to have my old self back. I know that once my gallbladder is gone things will start looking up! At least that's what I keep telling myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-2336618058325751242?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/2336618058325751242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=2336618058325751242&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/2336618058325751242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/2336618058325751242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/10/finally-caught-it.html' title='Finally Caught It...'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TLXxu8W1v8I/AAAAAAAAMCw/CkUTOtcqjqI/s72-c/jaycesmile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-879559371196880309</id><published>2010-10-08T13:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:09:31.320-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fill in Friday'/><title type='text'>Fill in Friday #16</title><content type='html'>I know I have missed the past two :( Life has been kiiiiiinda busy since Little Man came into our lives, I am back and I am going to try to keep up again :) LOL ... anyways, here are my answers for &lt;a href="http://wifeofasailor.com/"&gt;Wife of a Sailor&lt;/a&gt;'s Fill in Friday questions :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s1600/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s320/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497065383758209634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What is the longest road trip you’ve ever taken?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be when we moved from Texas to Ohio! OMG I will never forget how long and awful that trip was ... not to mention POINTLESS! We only lived in Texas for two weeks before we decided to move back to Ohio, it was like a vacation ... A HORRIBLE, hot, pointless vacation! (*okay rant over sorry about that lol*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Do you collect anything? Tell us a bit about it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really collect anything ... Wait I take that back, I collect moments in time :) You see when I am not being a Mommy/Housewife I actually own a photography business :) and you know what I looove collecting these moment for my clients and sharing them with the world! (ps if you would like to check out my collection you can see it here: &lt;a href="http://www.brookeashleyphoto.com"&gt;Brooke Ashley Photography&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What is your favorite part about being an adult?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having kids! I love my babies so so much, but I would not of wanted them any earlier in life then I did. I had Little Miss a month before I turned 22 and trust me I had partied enough and was ready to settle down! She forced me to "grow-up" and I am very thankful for that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What song brings a tear to your eye?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now ... "If He's Anything Like Me" - Brad Paisley. It's such a sweet song to a son from a father and it just makes me think of Hunk and Little man&lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Describe your first plane ride (how old you were, where you were heading, etc).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the 5th grade and our class went on a school trip from Ohio to Washington, DC for a week. I honestly don't remember anything about the plane ride at all! I just know that we flew and that was my first plane ride ... I wish I could remember more about it lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-879559371196880309?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/879559371196880309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=879559371196880309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/879559371196880309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/879559371196880309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/10/fill-in-friday-16.html' title='Fill in Friday #16'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s72-c/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-2727693909716704343</id><published>2010-10-06T18:58:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:13:28.793-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Miss'/><title type='text'>Life with Two Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TKz_GfDl_TI/AAAAAAAAMB4/YDnX01hijRc/s1600/mom-cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TKz_GfDl_TI/AAAAAAAAMB4/YDnX01hijRc/s320/mom-cartoon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525071329757625650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh man ... Life went from zero to breaking the sound barrier so fast I didn't have time to blink ... I cannot believe that it has been six weeks since we brought little man into this crazy world. I am not going to lie, I thought that it wouldn't be much different going from one kid to two. Boy was I wrong. I feel like I haven't seen the world outside this house in forever! Now do not get me wrong, Little Man is a WONDERFUL baby, I really feel blessed. He hasn't really had a ton of "bad" days ... a lot less then his sister had. I am just missing sleep and my adult friends a lot right now. I feel like my house is ALWAYS a mess and I can never keep up, I look at it and think "Oh my, if someone just stopped by right now I would be SO embarrassed of this place." I know that things will get better, he will get older and won't mind not being held and I will be able to get things done. But right now... My world is upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TK0AqwKaGRI/AAAAAAAAMCA/F8S7C9DoM7s/s1600/ainsley1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TK0AqwKaGRI/AAAAAAAAMCA/F8S7C9DoM7s/s320/ainsley1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525073052336527634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Miss ... oh Little Miss. She was doing SO good when Little Man first came home, now ... jealously has set in and she is lashing out SO bad. I feel bad b.c I know she is used to getting ALL my attention. At the drop of a hat she could get what she wanted. And now, I feel like I have hardly any time for her. I feel like I took away her childhood almost at times. But I know she is just in a transitional stage and she will get better :) She really is a BIG help for me (89% of the time),&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TK0B737L2-I/AAAAAAAAMCI/AcHhHnwYwX0/s1600/ainsley3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TK0B737L2-I/AAAAAAAAMCI/AcHhHnwYwX0/s320/ainsley3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525074445989567458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; if I need something for Little Man and I know she can get to it I know that I can ask and she will get it (again 89% of the time) I call her my mini momma. She really does love her baby brother. She loves to kiss on him and talk to him. He loves her too, when she talks to him he always get the BIGGEST toothless grin on his face and will "coo" at her. It's the kind of thing that melts your heart. She is really into her pretend stage and will sit and make up stories and songs all day long. I crack up at some of the things she comes up with. (I wish I could think of one off the top of my head right now, but lack of sleep has my brain feeling like mush right now) I am so thankful for Hunk. He has been SUCH a HUGE help with her. Every day when he comes him, he takes over with her without me even asking. He has been taking her outside every evening this week since it has been SO nice out! Right now he&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TK0DeHm5gBI/AAAAAAAAMCQ/iRI3XG3UWKc/s1600/ainsley2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TK0DeHm5gBI/AAAAAAAAMCQ/iRI3XG3UWKc/s320/ainsley2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525076133826625554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is trying to teach her hop-scotch and it's SO cute the way she "hops" (I really need to get a video of it) She loves her Daddy and looks forward to when he comes home. The second he walks out the door she turns to me and says "I miss Daddy" lol. She has been testing the waters a lot lately but then she will do something out of the blue (like make a silly face) and it will just make my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TK0Er7ErKLI/AAAAAAAAMCY/PrNDNJJBsMQ/s1600/jayce1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TK0Er7ErKLI/AAAAAAAAMCY/PrNDNJJBsMQ/s320/jayce1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525077470491650226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Man is growing like a weed. He is starting to fill out and get little rolls all over his body. He is such a little cutie :) Every morning when he wakes up I will look down in his bassinet and he gives me the BIGGEST smile and sweet baby talk like he is happy to see me. He knows who his Momma is that is for sure. I can already see him being a BIG Momma's boy (aren't they all) which doesn't upset me in the least bit. When he gives me those sweet smiles and coos it makes me feel&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TK0FmpNc8VI/AAAAAAAAMCg/IdEnDJR-fMA/s1600/jayce3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TK0FmpNc8VI/AAAAAAAAMCg/IdEnDJR-fMA/s320/jayce3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525078479308910930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; like I am doing something right in the world :) He is becoming a lot more alert now too! He interacts with me so much. I make faces and he watches what I am doing, sometimes trying to mimic other times smiling and will be on the verge of laughing. He loves when I puff my cheeks out and when I move my eyebrows up and down. He loves to watch the ceiling fan spin. I will put it on the lowest setting and he will just stair at it for the longest time, then he realizes he is laying on the floor and freaks out lol. During the day the ONLY place he sleeps is in his swing. I try to lay him down in his play pen and he wants NOTHING to do with it. If he is asleep he wakes RIGHT up and screams bloody murder till I pick him up. He is still eating every two hours, and let me tell you I am looking forward to when we break that routine! He is such a handsome little boy too... He has some of&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TK0HigIM2BI/AAAAAAAAMCo/ilbMfq-DeUQ/s1600/jayce2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TK0HigIM2BI/AAAAAAAAMCo/ilbMfq-DeUQ/s320/jayce2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525080607174744082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the same features as Little Miss, but I honestly think they look nothing alike. He has blue eyes, light hair and lighter skin then Little Miss did when she was his age. I am so intrigued to know what he is going to look like when he is her age. I can remember with Little Miss doing the "I can't wait for her to ..." game and with him, I am in no rush for him to grow up. I wish he could stay little forever. It makes me emotional to even think that he is already six weeks old. Time flys by entirely too fast and sometimes I wish I could just pause it and take in that moment with him. He is my last baby I plan on having (for now I say that) so I want to savor it and I really hate that time is going this fast. I know I am going to miss having a baby in the house again at some point but I really feel as though two is enough lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me (and sorry there are no pictures of me lol) I am doing as well as I can be with little to no sleep :) I go for my 6 week check up this coming Thurs. and I am getting on an IUD that lasts 10 years!! It's going to be kind of crazy to think that I don't have to worry about BC for TEN years, but nice that I don't have to worry about it at the same time lol. I get my gallbladder out next Thurs. (THANK GOODNESS). I am so ready to be back to all healed up and back to "normal" so that I can officially start Operation: Get Pre-Babies Body Back :) I am sick of looking the way I do ... I have NEVER been this heavy and I really really really hate myself right now. I want to be back to 130 (140 at the most) and I know I can do it, I just have to put my mind to it :) This weekend I am going to the local fair that is in town and I am planning on looking at it as my last weekend to eat whatever I want so I plan on enjoying myself, b.c once this gallbladder is out I am changing my diet COMPLETELY and cutting a lot out of what I normally eat. It is time for a change and the time is now! I will be doing a weekly weigh in on myself and keeping track of how much I am losing. I think if I see it coming off that it will keep my motivation up to keep at it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the FULL update on us :) Sorry it's so lenghtly, I feel like I have been so bad at blogging, but trust me it's a lol harder to find time to sit in front of a computer right now ... And as I type that Jayce is waking up and wanting to be fed ... So it's off I go, back to reality :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-2727693909716704343?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/2727693909716704343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=2727693909716704343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/2727693909716704343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/2727693909716704343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-with-two-kids.html' title='Life with Two Kids'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TKz_GfDl_TI/AAAAAAAAMB4/YDnX01hijRc/s72-c/mom-cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-7868721560517881925</id><published>2010-10-04T09:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T09:18:23.252-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='counting blessings'/><title type='text'>Counting my Blessings</title><content type='html'>Let me just tell you ... since two Mondays ago I have sat down to write this blog many many maaaaaannnnny times and every time I do my stomach goes into knots instantly (like it is now). You see this is something hard for me to post but then it's something good at the same time ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn something about myself on Sept. 24th ... I learned that I am prone to getting skin cancer ... And how do I know this you might ask ... Well you see about two years ago I started getting a small mold on the top of my head, right inside my hair line. I never thought anything of it, plus to me it was an easy way of knowing where to part my hair daily. But it started to grow, and it grew FAST and ugly. It wasn't until my Mom said something about it about a year ago that I really thought that it might be something to worry about. But I put it off. I didn't want to know it could be something bad. And by the looks of it, I knew it could be something bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I finally got the nerves to finally get it looked at. I went to a dermatologist on Sept. 8th, he took one look at it and said "That needs to come out. But we are going to have to surgically remove it." So I came back a week later on Sept. 15th and had it cut off my head. Then I had to wait two weeks to find out the results ... It was the most nerve racking two weeks of my life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in on the morning of the 24th to have the stitches removed and to find out what exactly it was, if anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor came in and told me that I should consider myself lucky ... It was an EARLY stage of skin cancer -- Stage I: Cancerous cells are present. Cancerous lesion is less than 2 millimeters in thickness. THANK YOU JESUS. I mean yes it sucks that I had an early stage of it, but it's gone and I don't have to worry about it any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I know that I HAVE to start being more careful! I can't not take care of my skin any more. Being a fair skinned redhead means I can get skin cancer a lot easier then I thought and trust me I am counting my blessings and plan on taking more caution to the sun now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-7868721560517881925?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/7868721560517881925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=7868721560517881925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/7868721560517881925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/7868721560517881925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/10/counting-my-blessings.html' title='Counting my Blessings'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-8836118893077286556</id><published>2010-09-30T19:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T19:42:18.908-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human rights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='message'/><title type='text'>An Important Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;An Important Message from Ellen about Bullying&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/sflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" width="480" height="316" id="embed" align="middle" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://wbads.vo.llnwd.net/o25/u/telepixtv/ellen/us/video/player/embed.swf"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="mediaKey=58f77b71-c461-4fa9-afa6-25cd78c02237&amp;image=http://wbads.vo.llnwd.net/o25/u/telepixtv/ellen/us/video/2010-09/30/093010_ellenmessage_still.jpg&amp;origin=embed"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://wbads.vo.llnwd.net/o25/u/telepixtv/ellen/us/video/player/embed.swf" flashVars="mediaKey=58f77b71-c461-4fa9-afa6-25cd78c02237&amp;image=http://wbads.vo.llnwd.net/o25/u/telepixtv/ellen/us/video/2010-09/30/093010_ellenmessage_still.jpg&amp;origin=embed" width="480" height="316" name="embed" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I am devastated by the death of 18-year-old Tyler Clementi. If you haven't heard, Tyler was a bright student at Rutgers University whose life was senselessly cut short. He was outed on the Internet and he killed himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something must be done. This month alone, there has been a shocking number of news stories about teens who have been teased and bullied and then committed suicide; like 13-year-old Seth Walsh in Tehachapi, California. Asher Brown, 13, of Cypress, Texas and 15-year-old Billy Lucas in Greensberg, Indiana. This needs to be a wake-up call to everyone: teenage bullying and teasing is an epidemic in this country, and the death rate is climbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One life lost in this senseless way is tragic. Four lives lost is a crisis. And these are just the stories we hear about. How many other teens have we lost? How many others are suffering in silence? Being a teenager and figuring out&lt;br /&gt;who you are is hard enough without someone attacking you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is breaking for their families, their friends and for a society that continues to let this happen. These kids needed us. We have an obligation to change this. There are messages everywhere that validate this kind of bullying and taunting and we have to make it stop. We can't let intolerance and ignorance take another kid's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want anyone out there who feels different and alone to know that I know how you feel. There is help out there. You can find support in your community. If you need someone to talk to or if you want to get involved, here are some organizations doing great work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thetrevorproject.org/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/155s67a.jpg/"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Trevor Project at 866 4U TREVOR. It's a 24-hour, national help line for gay and questioning teens. You can learn more about The Trevor Project at their website: thetrevorproject.org.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels and Doves is a nationwide anti-bullying non profit organization.&lt;br /&gt;Their website is AngelsandDoves.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://pacer.org/bullying/index.asp"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/2igygqd.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The National Center for Bullying Prevention is helping to promote awareness&lt;br /&gt;and teach effective ways to respond to bullying. You can learn more about&lt;br /&gt;them at their website: Pacer.org/bullying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glsen.org/cgi-bin/iowa/all/home/index.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/21bnq0k.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLSEN is also a great organization that is working to eradicate bullying and&lt;br /&gt;bias in schools. Their website is: glsen.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things will get easier, people's minds will change, and you should be alive to see it.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- ellen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-8836118893077286556?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/8836118893077286556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=8836118893077286556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/8836118893077286556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/8836118893077286556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/09/important-message.html' title='An Important Message'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i55.tinypic.com/2igygqd_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-5716061716679152911</id><published>2010-09-29T14:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:14:45.633-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Miss'/><title type='text'>School Time ... Already?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TKOKp9lnfqI/AAAAAAAAMBo/OzXipluOmTE/s1600/preschool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TKOKp9lnfqI/AAAAAAAAMBo/OzXipluOmTE/s320/preschool.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522410021597970082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little girl is growing up WAY too fast! For the last few months she has been showing a very strong interest in going to school. It seems like every day she tells me "Mom I want to go to school." And as much as I love that she is so excited to start school, I have &lt;strike&gt;almost&lt;/strike&gt; been putting it off, b.c well ... I am so not ready for her to be grown up enough to start school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a VERY bright little girl, so I know that she is ready, it's just I look at her and see my sweet baby girl wrapped in my arms looking up at me with those big beautiful brown eyes ... I feel like I am holding her back though. I feel almost like a bad mother for not going up to the CDC and finding out about getting her enrolled. So I am starting the process ... It is so scary to think about her being old enough to go off to school. But it will be good for her. She is VERY social and I know that this will help her learn to make friends, not that she needs help with it lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so very excited. When I told her I was going to go up and talk to someone about getting her in school she yelled "YAAAAAAAAAAY! I go get dressed" and then I told her that we weren't going to go up today and she got all pouty, crossed her arms, sat on the floor and just pouted for a good half an hour, then she forgot and started to play again. I love that she is so excited about going to school. But for me, when I think about it my eyes start to tear up. I am so proud of her and want her to be happy. This is a HUGE step ... I just hope I can get her in school soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-5716061716679152911?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/5716061716679152911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=5716061716679152911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/5716061716679152911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/5716061716679152911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/09/school-time-already.html' title='School Time ... Already?!?'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TKOKp9lnfqI/AAAAAAAAMBo/OzXipluOmTE/s72-c/preschool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-164881562941870632</id><published>2010-09-28T16:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T16:17:26.231-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><title type='text'>Giveway that I Don't Want You to Win ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sjunkie.com/2010/08/gorilla-bags-6-ft-beanbag-review.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i742.photobucket.com/albums/xx62/sjunkie/th_NewGORILLA.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sjunkie.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://opipdesigns.com/blogs/sj/button.jpg" alt="Survey Junkie" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I totally want to win this bean bag ... seeing as my "job" is a photographer this would be SO perfect for newborn sessions!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can totally go and check the giveaway out but don't enter, b.c I want to win ... haha -- TOTALLY kidding by the way :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-164881562941870632?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/164881562941870632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=164881562941870632&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/164881562941870632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/164881562941870632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/09/giveway-that-i-dont-want-you-to-win.html' title='Giveway that I Don&apos;t Want You to Win ;)'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-6519998913566937649</id><published>2010-09-26T13:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:15:50.752-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>I Swear I am Alive ;)</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to do a quick update for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am alive I swear, I know I have been kind MIA in the blogging world for about a month now, but I have a good reason I swear!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been CRAZY busy since having Little Man. We have had family visiting pretty much every weekend since he was born. So I have been busy trying to do the "keep everyone entertained" thing ;) but we finally have a break from family members visiting -- and I cannot help but be quite happy about that lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week was AMAZING! My best friend came see me all the way from New Mexico! We hadn't seen each other in over a year and this visit was MUCH needed! I plan on blogging about her visit and include pictures soon!! I am sad that it is over :( I just dropped her off at the airport this morning and I already feel like something is missing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have a date to get my gallbladder out -- Oct. 14th. I am SO ready for this thing to be GONE! It has caused me so much pain and annoyance that I am happy to see it go!! Plus, I get to see a friend that I haven't seen since the day Hunk and I got married. His best friend *P* is going to come and help out with the kiddos while I am recovering :) I am excited to see him, but so scared of how the hubs is going to do taking care of the kiddos ... I try not to think about it ... lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all doing GREAT! Still trying to get Little man on a set schedule, it's hard when you have people coming and going. But now that things are settled down it's my goal to get him on a good one. He is really a good baby. Little Miss is doing AWESOME as a big sister. She can be a little overwhelming at times, and has starting the whole "treat me like a baby too" stage, so I am planning on making more time for her and taking her do things just her and I like we used to. I know she misses getting all of our attention. But she really does love her brother and is good about 95% of the time ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-6519998913566937649?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/6519998913566937649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=6519998913566937649&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/6519998913566937649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/6519998913566937649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-swear-i-am-alive.html' title='I Swear I am Alive ;)'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-7799277983366741846</id><published>2010-09-24T19:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:16:50.284-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one month'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newborn'/><title type='text'>One Month Old</title><content type='html'>WOW. A month old already ... where does time go!?!? Little Man has changed SO much in a month and has grown up so much, and yes I know that's what they are supposed to do, but do they really have to grow up this fast?!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyebrows are finally starting to show&lt;br /&gt;You still have you pretty blue eyes (and they actually are getting blue-er)&lt;br /&gt;You gave me your first really (non-gas) smile&lt;br /&gt;You loooooove mommy's kisses and will smile after them&lt;br /&gt;You know my voice and will look for me when I am not holding you&lt;br /&gt;During the day you ONLY sleep in your swing (or on momma chest)&lt;br /&gt;You are finally starting to get little rolls on your arms and legs&lt;br /&gt;You HATE your bouncy seat&lt;br /&gt;You looooooove bath time&lt;br /&gt;Your legs are already getting VERY strong and you can push yourself a few inches when you are on your belly ... which scares me, I don't want you to be mobile too early!&lt;br /&gt;You love listening to you sister talk and/or sing to you&lt;br /&gt;I realized that you are EXTREMELY ticklish&lt;br /&gt;You went though a growth spurt &lt;br /&gt;You no long like sleeping with momma&lt;br /&gt;You have been a grumpy butt lately :( &lt;br /&gt;You are starting to realize you have hands and will wave them around and follow them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-7799277983366741846?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/7799277983366741846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=7799277983366741846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/7799277983366741846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/7799277983366741846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-month-old.html' title='One Month Old'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-2410011277375853981</id><published>2010-09-24T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:18:40.580-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five for Friday'/><title type='text'>Friday Five #14</title><content type='html'>Here are my answers for &lt;a href="http://wifeofasailor.com/"&gt;Wife of a Sailor&lt;/a&gt;'s Fill in Friday questions :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s1600/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s320/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497065383758209634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.What characteristic about yourself has either been strengthened or weakened due to your experience as a Military Spouse?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I never had the chance to live on my own before I was married. I lived with my Mom till I graduated high school, from there I moved back in with my Dad and I met Hunk while I was still living with him. So the first deployment I went though hit me HARD. I had never been alone. And then on top of that I was alone with a 6 month old baby girl. I learned VERY fast how to do things on my own. So my independence improved greatly b.c of the military and I am so very thankful that it did :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.What is your favorite vacation spot and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only been there once, but Hawaii. My family went during the summer of 2005 and it was the BEST vacation ever! I want to go back some day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.If you could have any fast-food restaurant in the food court on base/post what would you pick?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hummmm this is a tough one ... I think I would want a frozen yogurt or a smoothie place. We don't have either of those in the town so it would be very nice to have one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.Where did you go on your honeymoon?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly we have yet go go on our honeymoon. My Dad got us a hotel room the night of our wedding and that's where we went after the wedding. I hope to one day get to experience a honeymoon -- or even just some time away with just me and Hunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.If you could have any job in the world regardless of money, degree or experience, which job would you have and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hummmm -- well I know most of you would think that I would say photographer, but I would also LOVE to be a flight attendant. LOL, don't ask me why, I just think it would be so much fun to be able to travel and see the world!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-2410011277375853981?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/2410011277375853981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=2410011277375853981&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/2410011277375853981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/2410011277375853981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/09/friday-five-14.html' title='Friday Five #14'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s72-c/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-3315181568086530567</id><published>2010-09-17T07:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:20:10.815-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five for Friday'/><title type='text'>Five for Friday #13</title><content type='html'>Here are my answers for &lt;a href="http://wifeofasailor.com/"&gt;Wife of a Sailor&lt;/a&gt;'s Fill in Friday questions :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s1600/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s320/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497065383758209634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.How do you spend your deployment money, do you save, pay off bills or enjoy the extra money while it is there to buy the things you do not normally have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAVE SAVE SAVE!!! Then when he gets home we go and splurge a little. We have only been though on deployment and when he came back we got a new flat screen TV, new living room set, and I surprised Hunk by getting him a boxer pup :) and of course we paid off credit cards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.If you could relive one occasion or moment, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day that I met Hunk face to face. You see we met on Myspce, he was in Tech School in Texas and I was in Florida. We talked on the phone a little over two months before we actually met. I will never ever forget the feelings of that day. I went to Oho for a week to visit my Mom and during that time, Hunk had moved to Florida at his new base. After my vacation was over, he was picking me up from the airport. Yes, I was letting someone I had NEVER met before pick me up from an airport -- I look back at that now and think "wow that could have gone VERY wrong" but thank God it didn't! I remember getting off the plane ... walking down the terminal ... seeing him sitting on a chair over by himself ... I got instant butterflies ... he looked up, saw me, and smiled ... my knees went weak ... I approached him and he gave me the best hug EVER ... we kissed and it was fireworks ... it really was one of the best moments of my life and I wish I could go back and relive it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.What’s the worst job you ever had and if it was so bad why did you take it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGsh hands down when I was pregnant with Little Miss I worked at KMart and it was THE WORST job of my liiiiife! There was NO A/C in the store and I actually passed out from over heating :( Needless to say I quit after that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.If you could play any character on TV, who would you be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hummmm -- I would love to be Roxy on Army Wives :) I love how feisty she is and how she isn't afraid to speak her mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.If you could become the world’s expert in something, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to say time management!! I wish I could manage my time better with two kiddos. There is so much I would love to do with Ains and it's hard to fit it all in when you have a newborn. I know that one day I will be better at it! Thankfully Little Miss is actually pretty good at being patient with me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" a href="http://www.smartandtrendymoms.com/search/label/socialparade"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Smart and Trendy Moms" src="http://i778.photobucket.com/albums/yy64/smartandtrendymoms/Untitled-1.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://frugalfreegal.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i920.photobucket.com/albums/ad49/britt04aggie/cooltext465140390-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://designitchic.blogspot.com/search/label/Boost%20My%20Blog%20Friday" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i618.photobucket.com/albums/tt262/designitchic/Boost-My-Blog-Friday.png" border="0" alt="BoostMyBlogFriday" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-3315181568086530567?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/3315181568086530567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=3315181568086530567&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/3315181568086530567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/3315181568086530567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/09/five-for-friday-13.html' title='Five for Friday #13'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s72-c/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-7065523884317133942</id><published>2010-09-14T19:45:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:20:46.098-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adulthood'/><title type='text'>Taking a HUGE Step</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TJAJYOUaj8I/AAAAAAAAMBg/-f4h7x8qpzw/s1600/vc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TJAJYOUaj8I/AAAAAAAAMBg/-f4h7x8qpzw/s320/vc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516919855294091202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So tomorrow I am taking a HUGE step in the "big girl world" and going apply for college :) I went straight into college right after high school but I was too worried about partying and spending time with the &lt;strike&gt;love of my life&lt;/strike&gt; jerk that broke my heart then to focus my time on something that was really important. I never really had the motivation to go back until now. I have been waiting to go back for a looooong time now, was even going to go back when we were in Florida, then I found out we were moving to GA so I had to put if off once again... Well now that Little Man is here I have nothing holding me back. Virginia College just opened up a new location in Macon and they offer online and evening classes!! That works out perfect for me :) I am going up to talk to a counselor tomorrow after my lunch date with a girl friend (and fellow &lt;a href="http://jessicalynnwrites.blogspot.com/"&gt;blogger&lt;/a&gt;). I am kinda really excited to start this new chapter in my life ... but I am also REALLY nervous! I mean I am going to be 25 on Sunday and I am JUST starting out my journey towards my "career" but I say better late then never :) I will update everyone once I talk to the counselor! Wish me luck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-7065523884317133942?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/7065523884317133942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=7065523884317133942&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/7065523884317133942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/7065523884317133942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/09/taking-huge-step.html' title='Taking a HUGE Step'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TJAJYOUaj8I/AAAAAAAAMBg/-f4h7x8qpzw/s72-c/vc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-463296192882734223</id><published>2010-09-13T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:21:22.582-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newborn'/><title type='text'>Three Weeks Old</title><content type='html'>Little Man you are growing like a weed already. I look at pictures from the day you were born and it's crazy to me how much you have changed already. I can remember thinking "How am I going to do this? How am I going to be a mommy to two kiddos?" before you were born -- turns out it's really not that hard. Granted I have had AMAZING help from the hubs. I am so not looking forward to him going back to work ... That's when things are going to get really interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three weeks have gone by and you have grown so much! Things I don't ever want to forget:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are finding your voice and cooing more and more every day&lt;br /&gt;You let out your first laugh in you sleep&lt;br /&gt;Every night between 3&amp;4 you think it's time to wake up, and I struggle to get you back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;You got your first diaper rash :(&lt;br /&gt;You had your 2 week check up and you weigh 8lbs now&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss was finally feeling better from her cold and was able to hold you again. the look on her face was sooooo priceless, she really loves you so so much&lt;br /&gt;You got thrush :(&lt;br /&gt;We switched you to Dr Brown's bottles since the other ones gave you too much gas which made you have bad tummy aches and gas&lt;br /&gt;We had our first night of keeping momma up all night -- it was not fun.&lt;br /&gt;You went on your first outing, we went pick out new couches and you were good the whole time&lt;br /&gt;You will actually move your head and give me kisses (I know you are really just hungry and looking for your bottle, but hey I'll take what I can get)&lt;br /&gt;You took a binky other then a soothie for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-463296192882734223?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/463296192882734223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=463296192882734223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/463296192882734223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/463296192882734223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/09/three-weeks-old.html' title='Three Weeks Old'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-554815531263884044</id><published>2010-09-11T14:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T14:27:54.331-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remembering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9/11'/><title type='text'>09.11.01</title><content type='html'>Never Forget....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Freedom was attacked this morning by a faceless coward and freedom will be defended.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-George W. Bush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="366" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2BpQZ4P3fw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2BpQZ4P3fw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="366" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember I was in my US History class when the principal came over the intercom and announced that everyone turn on the TVs in the class rooms to the news channel, that there was something happening that would be embed in the history books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the teacher turning on the TVs just as the second plane hit the tower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember thinking "what is going on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember being pissed.upset.hurt.confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember thinking that my Dad would be going away for a long time b.c of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember doing nothing the rest of the day at school but watching the news in all our classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember not having an appetite at lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember calling my Dad later that night and crying on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember a week later my Dad calling to let us know he was leaving for war and wasn't sure when he was going to be able to call again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember crying for a week stright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember thinking that life would never be the same.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;They asked our grandparents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Where were you when Pearl Harbor was attacked?"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They asked our parents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Where were you when President Kennedy was shot?"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they'll ask us year after year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Where were you when the towers fell?"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TIvJPLuGurI/AAAAAAAAMBY/ZqcCZc0DUEU/s1600/9-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TIvJPLuGurI/AAAAAAAAMBY/ZqcCZc0DUEU/s320/9-11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515723431326694066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you remember about the day that changed the life of every American? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-554815531263884044?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/554815531263884044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=554815531263884044&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/554815531263884044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/554815531263884044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/09/090101.html' title='09.11.01'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TIvJPLuGurI/AAAAAAAAMBY/ZqcCZc0DUEU/s72-c/9-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-1916001324051438597</id><published>2010-09-10T21:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T21:53:42.436-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><title type='text'>Let Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TIrhEyHlNiI/AAAAAAAAMBQ/CwDvYZzq6bc/s1600/pissed.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TIrhEyHlNiI/AAAAAAAAMBQ/CwDvYZzq6bc/s320/pissed.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515468165957891618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week has been super hard on me. I have been let down by someone I thought was a really good friend and it turns out I was wrong -- very very wrong. I am not going to go into detail about it just b.c I am still VERY hurt and I just want to forget about this person and move on with my life. I am so sick of being walked all over like dirt under people's feet. I guess you can say that there will be no more Miss Nice Brooke. I have put up with people's crap for faaaaaaaaaar too long now and it's time to start sticking up for myself and telling people how I really feel. I have held back my feelings about certain things/people for so long now and I just cannot do it any more. The more I hold in the harder it is to bite my tongue. I just really really really hate drama and fighting with people so I let people use and abuse me and I am SICK of it. So get ready for a new Brooke b.c I am over peoples bull and I am no longer playing nice. If you don't like it, sorry I am not going to try to please everyone any more ... I am looking out for me and my family and the friends that really care and matter to me the most will have my back and not try to pull crap on me ... That is all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-1916001324051438597?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/1916001324051438597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=1916001324051438597&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/1916001324051438597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/1916001324051438597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/09/let-down.html' title='Let Down'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TIrhEyHlNiI/AAAAAAAAMBQ/CwDvYZzq6bc/s72-c/pissed.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-4338586387109908007</id><published>2010-09-10T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:23:22.454-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five for Friday'/><title type='text'>Fill in Friday #12</title><content type='html'>Here are my answers for &lt;a href="http://wifeofasailor.com/"&gt;Wife of a Sailor&lt;/a&gt;'s Fill in Friday questions :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s1600/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s320/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497065383758209634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.Do you set goals for yourself during deployment? What are some of them?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh of course! It's one of the things that helps me get though them! Some of my past ones were lose weight (I think we all try to do that while they are gone, b.c lord knows they are over there getting in shape ;), save money, fix up the yard, de-clutter the house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.What would you say to someone dating a military guy or gal?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times it really sucks, but it's so worth it. It's worth being away from them at months at a time, b.c when they come home it's honestly like falling in love all over again. It makes you appreciate this country so much more, I remember the first time I hear the nation anthem during our first deployment and it made me cry knowing that Hunk was out there fighting for our country. It makes your relationship so much stronger, knowing that you can get though anything (literally) and sticking with them makes them appreciate you so much more. Find a good support group, get to know fellow spouses in your boy/girlfriends unit, they will help you out so so much when your loved one is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.If you have children, how do you prepare them to move to a new place?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully we have only had to move once, and Little Miss was young enough that it really didn't phase her at all. And with the job my husband has here we will actually be here until he retires (unless he requests to leave, which would mean cross training into another job -- and the only way that will happen is if he has the chance to fly on gunships)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.Name one hobby that gets you through alone time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well having two kiddos defiantly keeps me busy enough! But I try to get involved in spouse groups, going visit family/friends, doing things around the house that I have wanted to do and didn't have the time, planning a getaway trip for the hubby and I for when he returns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.What’s the one food you don’t ever get tired of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGsh grilled chicken, steak and potatoes, Korean short ribs, BLTs ... yea I love food lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-4338586387109908007?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/4338586387109908007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=4338586387109908007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/4338586387109908007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/4338586387109908007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/09/fill-in-friday-12.html' title='Fill in Friday #12'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s72-c/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-5258084325189442397</id><published>2010-09-09T14:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T14:15:54.137-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>I Need...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TIkjL-g--2I/AAAAAAAAMAo/wnnl5V5MBao/s1600/reading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TIkjL-g--2I/AAAAAAAAMAo/wnnl5V5MBao/s320/reading.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514977907358759778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... a good book recommendation! Since I can't leave the house much I have gotten bored. I need an adult activity to keep me sane when I have those rare few moments of quiet mommy time. Thing is I need help picking one! It can really be about anything! I love to read, I love getting lost in a good book. I am one of those people that as I am reading, my mind is playing everything out like a movie :) Usually I would go spend hours in a book store reading cover after cover until I found the perfect one, but I really don't have time to do that at the moment ;) So I am asking you :) Is there a book out there that you loooooove and would recommend to a mommy of two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-5258084325189442397?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/5258084325189442397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=5258084325189442397&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/5258084325189442397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/5258084325189442397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-need.html' title='I Need...'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TIkjL-g--2I/AAAAAAAAMAo/wnnl5V5MBao/s72-c/reading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-9135346044727030824</id><published>2010-09-08T21:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T21:58:17.813-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><title type='text'>Awesome Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;You must you must YOU MUST go and check out this awesome giveaway going on now (Sept. 8th) thru Sept. 15th over on &lt;a href="http://acupofjenn.blogspot.com/2010/09/lets-celebrate-hint-giveaway.html"&gt;A Cup of Jenn&lt;/a&gt;'s blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TIg-LzM-IAI/AAAAAAAAL_4/zOUJyavxiCo/s1600/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TIg-LzM-IAI/AAAAAAAAL_4/zOUJyavxiCo/s320/tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514726116159266818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is giving away a BEAUTIFUL &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/48997668/my-lucky-tree-antique-brass-tree-charm"&gt;Antique brass Tree charm &amp; red bead necklace&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/earringsnation?ref=top_trail"&gt;Earrings Nation&lt;/a&gt;'s shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TIg-_mz9lII/AAAAAAAAMAA/Hvw3_t6vtaU/s1600/swallowcollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TIg-_mz9lII/AAAAAAAAMAA/Hvw3_t6vtaU/s320/swallowcollage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514727006186345602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this maybe a new fav Etsy shop for me :) She has some ADORABLE stuff!! My personal favorite is the &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/38264593/flying-swallow-antique-brass-detail"&gt;Flying Swallow Necklace&lt;/a&gt;! I think I may be brown-nosing the hubby for it ;) Hey my birthday is next Sunday!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-9135346044727030824?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/9135346044727030824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=9135346044727030824&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/9135346044727030824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/9135346044727030824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/09/awesome-giveaway.html' title='Awesome Giveaway!'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TIg-LzM-IAI/AAAAAAAAL_4/zOUJyavxiCo/s72-c/tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-3658699006754261256</id><published>2010-09-07T20:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:24:33.241-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>I'm Alive I Swear!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TIbY4apFSgI/AAAAAAAAL_o/pLDPuoXDfa4/s1600/hitbytruck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TIbY4apFSgI/AAAAAAAAL_o/pLDPuoXDfa4/s320/hitbytruck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514333257497659906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yea that picture pretty much sums up how I feel right now -- like I got hit by a truck! I have some nasty cold or something that is kicking my butt good! But I still wanted to give everyone a little update on what's going on in the Armendinger household :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Little Man two week check up today and he is doing GREAT! He weighs 8lbs now and has hit every mild stone a two week old is supposed to hit -- which isn't much lol. But our one glitch is he has thrush. We had to switch him to Dr Brown bottles, he was getting a little too gassy and it was causing him some tummy aches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing GREAT -- other then being sick lol. I found out today that I have to get a mole removed from my head next Tuesday :( I swear I cannot win with things on my body lately. First my gallbladder has to be removed and now this. I am just ready to be back to my 100% feeling good self. I have a 3 year old and a 15 day old to take care of, I cannot be sick!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TIbbDG676rI/AAAAAAAAL_w/zWQ1DtPx_cQ/s1600/path.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TIbbDG676rI/AAAAAAAAL_w/zWQ1DtPx_cQ/s320/path.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514335640205650610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another thing I have been struggling with is what I want to do with my photography business once I am all healed up from my gallbladder surgery. I loooooove taking pictures, but right before I left for maternity leave it was really starting to feel like "work" to me and not what it used to feel like. I looooove taking pictures, and I love taking pictures for people, but I don't know if I want to do it all the time any more. I think I am going to cut way back on how many sessions I take on a month and stop doing weddings completely! I wish I could devote more time to my non-profit organizations that I am involved in (like &lt;a href="http://oplove.org/"&gt;OpLove&lt;/a&gt;), those sessions NEVER feel like work to me. I just wish more people knew about OpLove here. Maybe that is something I will look into... Getting the word out in this area about it :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this blog post got a little rambly. We are all alive and well over here in good'ole Central Georgia :) Still trying to get used to having a 3 year old and a 15 day old, but thankful for my wonderfully crazy life. It really doesn't get much better then this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-3658699006754261256?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/3658699006754261256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=3658699006754261256&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/3658699006754261256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/3658699006754261256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-alive-i-swear.html' title='I&apos;m Alive I Swear!'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TIbY4apFSgI/AAAAAAAAL_o/pLDPuoXDfa4/s72-c/hitbytruck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-7063456253272775771</id><published>2010-09-06T09:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:25:16.556-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newborn'/><title type='text'>Two Weeks Old</title><content type='html'>Okay time you can start slowing down now! I remember with Little miss wanting time to speed up so I could see her walk and talk, and now (&lt;strike&gt;sometimes&lt;/strike&gt; okay a lot of the time) I wish she would just sit still and be quiet! (If you are a mom you understand ;) But with Little man I am in NO RUSH at all to see him grow up. I wish he would stay little forever and just nap on my chest and give me those sweet gas smiles :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in shock that it has been two weeks already! And once again here are things that I learned and don't want to forget:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look AMAZING in navy blue&lt;br /&gt;You peed ALL OVER Grumpa &lt;br /&gt;You are following things with your eyes already&lt;br /&gt;You looooooove to watch football&lt;br /&gt;Your belly button fell off&lt;br /&gt;You got extremely spoiled by your grandparents&lt;br /&gt;You looooooove your play mat&lt;br /&gt;You sister was sick and was ordered not to go near you by the doctor -- it was so sad.&lt;br /&gt;We found Daddy's baby picture and you look JUST like he did, so now he has been calling you "mini me"&lt;br /&gt;I had to switch you to Dr Browns bottles b.c the ones you were on made you really gassy and have tummy aches :(&lt;br /&gt;Grandma took you on your first walk around the neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;You are not so found of being swaddled any more&lt;br /&gt;You do not like tummy time&lt;br /&gt;Nights were kinda rough this week, but you are so worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-7063456253272775771?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/7063456253272775771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=7063456253272775771&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/7063456253272775771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/7063456253272775771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/09/two-weeks-old.html' title='Two Weeks Old'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-5498916483330465623</id><published>2010-09-03T07:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:25:56.525-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fill in Friday'/><title type='text'>Fill in Friday #11</title><content type='html'>Here are my answers for &lt;a href="http://wifeofasailor.com/"&gt;Wife of a Sailor&lt;/a&gt;'s Fill in Friday questions :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s1600/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s320/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497065383758209634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.What is a weird/funny superstition that you have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not walk on man holes/drains. I am always scared that they are going to fall when I step on them and I will be stuck. I am EXTREMELY claustrophobic. My heart is racing right now just thinking about being stuck in a tight space ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.What are your hopes and dreams for the years AFTER the military? After all, we aren’t in it forever!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to retire to Virgina!! I love it there and I want a big house with a big wrap around porch with a huge back yard that all the grand babies can come and run around in for the holidays and summers. I would love to travel some to and see some things that I have always wanted to see, like Greece, but Hunk isn't for that quiet yet. I still have some convincing to do ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.Since [this] month is National Apple Month (no really!), I’d probably ask: What is your yummiest apple recipe? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not much of an apple lover... So sadly I do not have one :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.How long have you gone as a military spouse without talking to your husband/wife during service?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKFULLY only about a week and it was when he was in SERE training. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.I occasionally watch When I was 17… on MTV. So, what was something that was significant about your 17th year of life? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh geeze I was living in Wilmington, Ohio, a Sophomore in high school, working at Wendy's, in color guard dating a loooooooser... actually a lott'a losers lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-5498916483330465623?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/5498916483330465623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=5498916483330465623&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/5498916483330465623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/5498916483330465623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/09/fill-in-friday-11.html' title='Fill in Friday #11'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s72-c/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-6646074625322210753</id><published>2010-09-03T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T07:00:08.962-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five for Friday'/><title type='text'>Five for Friday</title><content type='html'>1. you have been so amazing as a daddy of two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i love how much you love both our kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. you let me sleep a lot this week bc i have been in lots of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. we watched robin hod and you sang the end credits song to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. you have not complained once when i ask you to help me out with house hold chores, one of the kids or even when i ask for you to get me something to eat or drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-6646074625322210753?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/6646074625322210753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=6646074625322210753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/6646074625322210753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/6646074625322210753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/09/five-for-friday.html' title='Five for Friday'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-7372458296293859935</id><published>2010-09-02T11:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T11:54:22.129-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Five'/><title type='text'>Thursday Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifeasasailorsgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i750.photobucket.com/albums/xx142/MrsGambizzle/Buttons/Thursdayfive.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Gambizzle over at &lt;a href="http://lifeasasailorsgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Life as Sailor's Girl&lt;/a&gt; hosts this cute little Thursday Five where she gives you five words and you have to incorporate them into five things that happened to you over the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;This week's words are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy&lt;br /&gt;Joyous&lt;br /&gt;Giggly&lt;br /&gt;Lucky&lt;br /&gt;Thankful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I am so very &lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt; to know that I will be getting this gallbladder OUT of me soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TWO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am feeling so so so &lt;strong&gt;joyous&lt;/strong&gt; that my bestest friend will be here in just a short 16 days -- Eeeek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THREE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I get so &lt;strong&gt;giggly&lt;/strong&gt; every time I see a smile on my baby boys face :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FOUR.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am so &lt;strong&gt;lucky&lt;/strong&gt; to have two amazing little kiddos that fill my heart with more love then I have ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIVE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I am so so so &lt;strong&gt;thankful&lt;/strong&gt; to my hubby for letting me sleep in or nap when I am in pain or feeling crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-7372458296293859935?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/7372458296293859935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=7372458296293859935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/7372458296293859935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/7372458296293859935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/09/thursday-five.html' title='Thursday Five'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i750.photobucket.com/albums/xx142/MrsGambizzle/Buttons/th_Thursdayfive.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-6560979316189743754</id><published>2010-08-31T11:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T11:13:15.533-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging advice'/><title type='text'>Blog Button</title><content type='html'>So the more and more that I blog, the more and more I LOVE it and I am really starting to think that this could be a permanent thing for me. When I first started blogging I thought "eh, I will just try it out. I am not much of a writer (never kept a diary or anything like that growing up) so I doubt I will actually enjoy blogging" but in reality I do!! It's SUCH a great outlet on life. If I am feeling blue, or overly happy, or just in the mood to just ramble... I can hop on my blog and write it out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been thinking about making a blog button. That way people can share my blog with anyone, but how do you know when it is time for one? I see them everywhere but those bloggers have like 100+ followers. I have 18 and I love that I am getting some :) I just want to be able to expand my blog and reach out to more people. And with things like &lt;a href="http://tweepoppets.blogspot.com/search/label/tuesday%20tag-along/"&gt;Tag Along Tuesday&lt;/a&gt; you need a blog button to participate. I love that I met some AMAZING girls though blogging. I love reading other wives/mommies stories and being like "OMGsh I have so totally been there" or reading a story and being so moved that I will literally cry or laugh out loud! Blogging is an AMAZING way to met people and share stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to make a button or to not make a button ... That is the question and could really use some advice from more established bloggers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-6560979316189743754?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/6560979316189743754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=6560979316189743754&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/6560979316189743754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/6560979316189743754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-button.html' title='Blog Button'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-2323109634710570372</id><published>2010-08-30T21:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:28:24.512-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Week 1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Man'/><title type='text'>One Week Down</title><content type='html'>Wow. I cannot believe that it has been a week already since my little man has been home. I know a week doesn't seem like a big deal, but to me it is. He has changed so much already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are somethings about him that I have learned in the fist week that I never want to forget:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His little face has cleared up of his baby acne. &lt;br /&gt;He is more alert and stays awake for longer periods of time.&lt;br /&gt;His eyes are such a pretty blue gray color and I really hope they stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;He smiles ... A LOT. And I know I know, it's just "gas" but it makes my heart melt every time he smiles at me.&lt;br /&gt;He loooooove his Daddy! He will turn his head and look for Hunk every time he hears his voice.&lt;br /&gt;He is VERY good at holding his head up.&lt;br /&gt;He LOVES being swaddled.&lt;br /&gt;It takes him FOREVER to eat... unless he is pissed off lol.&lt;br /&gt;He is a VERY good sleeper, and that makes Momma happy.&lt;br /&gt;His sister is head-over-heals in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;He DOES NOT like having a dirty diaper AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;He loves to nap on Momma's chest.&lt;br /&gt;He let out his first "coo" and it melted my heart.&lt;br /&gt;He ALWAYS has the hiccups.&lt;br /&gt;He likes to wake up at 3am and stay awake for at least 2hrs from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;He only cries if he is hungry or has a dirty diaper.&lt;br /&gt;He loooooves his soothie binky.&lt;br /&gt;You amaze me more and more every day and I fall more and more in love with you every single day. I am so excited to see who you grow up to become and want you to know that no matter what you do I will always love and support you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-2323109634710570372?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/2323109634710570372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=2323109634710570372&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/2323109634710570372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/2323109634710570372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-week-down.html' title='One Week Down'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-4778189974984026537</id><published>2010-08-30T12:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T12:46:08.640-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>LOVED this SO Much</title><content type='html'>If anyone else watched the Emmy's last night I am sure you saw the opening number ... It was AMAZING! I am a HUGE Gleek and this just made me that much more excited for the new season to start!! So funny!! If you didn't see it watch it now and if you did see it watch it again b.c it's AMAZING :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PjkDxlhleN8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PjkDxlhleN8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-4778189974984026537?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/4778189974984026537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=4778189974984026537&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/4778189974984026537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/4778189974984026537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/loved-this-so-much.html' title='LOVED this SO Much'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-2300502472480217579</id><published>2010-08-30T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:29:20.648-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>A week ... Already?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;I am aliiiiiiiiiittle obsessed with this little guy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe that it has been a week already and he has changed so much.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/THrpgDFc_NI/AAAAAAAAL_Y/cHwDiJXuaHw/s1600/IMG_2793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/THrpgDFc_NI/AAAAAAAAL_Y/cHwDiJXuaHw/s320/IMG_2793.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510973830834486482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-2300502472480217579?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/2300502472480217579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=2300502472480217579&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/2300502472480217579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/2300502472480217579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/week-already.html' title='A week ... Already?!?'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/THrpgDFc_NI/AAAAAAAAL_Y/cHwDiJXuaHw/s72-c/IMG_2793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-6169444269389372217</id><published>2010-08-29T11:34:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:30:18.683-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting to Know You'/><title type='text'>Getting to Know YOU!</title><content type='html'>Here are my answers for &lt;a href="http://www.mannland5.com/"&gt;MannLand5's Getting to Know You&lt;/a&gt; questions :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mannland5.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad217/mannmom3/GettingtoknowYOU.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. If you accidental nick a car in a parking lot..Do you leave a note or do you get the heck out of there?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it would have to depend on how big this "nick" was. I mean I think we have all bumped into a car with a biggie and scratched some paint off in the process and we don't leave a note. But if it is quite noticeable then yes I would leave a note. Karma can be a b!tch and I would want someone to do the same for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Love your body or plastic surgery?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, even though I don't LOOOOOOOOVE my body, I know that though exercise and eating right it will get where I want it to b.c it's been there before. I am still young so it's easy to change things I want changed. Now later on in life if I want a nip or a tuck who's to say I won't do it lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What about your favorite blog(s) continues to drive you back?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relating to them on a personal level. The way they write. How 100% honest they are with their stories. The stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What percent of your blog is BS just to make your life seem more interesting than it really is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100% of it! A few of my readers know me in REAL life and I am sure if I were to make something up they would totally call me out on it! Plus, why would you make something up? Your blog is your outlet on your life. There shouldn't be a new to make things up to make yourself seem interesting! Just be yourself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. If you had to give up one type of meat for the rest of your life, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deer &amp; Lamb -- tired it ... HATED it, and never ever have tried it since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. How often to you eat out?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I want to say never, that is so untrue. Too much if you ask me. It would have to be like twice a month at least. But now that &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=2353962927779487416"&gt;the baby is here&lt;/a&gt; I am on Operation: Get Pre-Baby body back so I will be cutting out eating out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Skinny jeans or boot cut jeans?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boot cut!!!!!!! I have hips ... Hunk calls them "baby makin hips" and they do not go into skinny jeans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. If you caught your spouse cheating would you forgive, divorce, or plan your kill?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGoodness this a tough question. I would have to say divorce. He knows how I feel about cheating (&lt;em&gt;i was hurt very very very badly by an a$$ that cheated, and he was burned pretty well by a b!tch so i know neither of us would ever cheat&lt;/em&gt;) I wouldn't want to kill him b.c we have kids together but I wouldn't forgive him b.c I don't want the kids to grow up thinking it's okay to cheat b.c you will be forgiven. So yea I would leave his sorry butt if he ever tired something like that on me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-6169444269389372217?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/6169444269389372217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=6169444269389372217&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/6169444269389372217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/6169444269389372217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/getting-to-know-you.html' title='Getting to Know YOU!'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-2708636923766046577</id><published>2010-08-28T12:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T16:42:22.380-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for fun'/><title type='text'>What Would You Be?</title><content type='html'>If I were a month, I would be &lt;em&gt;May&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a day of the week, I would be &lt;em&gt;Sunday&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a time of day, I would be &lt;em&gt;morning&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were the weather, be &lt;em&gt;in the upper 70's, with huge puffy clouds and a gentle breeze&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a direction, I would be &lt;em&gt;South&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a scent, I would be &lt;em&gt;super sweet &amp; light&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a tree, I would be &lt;em&gt;a Cherry Blossom&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a flower, I would be &lt;em&gt;an Orchid&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were an animal, I would be &lt;em&gt;a Momma Bear&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a fine bone china, be &lt;em&gt;only alowed to come out on special occasions&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a car, I would be &lt;em&gt;something little that could go fast&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a painting, I would be &lt;em&gt;wild flowers blowing in the wind&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a drink, I would be &lt;em&gt;an ice cold sweet tea&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a fruit, I would be &lt;em&gt;an orange&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a dessert, I would be &lt;em&gt;Red Velvet Cake&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a perfume, I would be &lt;em&gt;Poppy by Coach&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a gemstone, I would be &lt;em&gt;a Sapphire&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a castle, I would be &lt;em&gt;standing for all of time&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a musical instrument, I would be &lt;em&gt;a cowbell&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a sound, I would be &lt;em&gt;a babies laugh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a song, I would be &lt;em&gt;Time After Time- Cyndi Lauper&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a colour, I would be &lt;em&gt;Pink&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were an emotion, I would be &lt;em&gt;compassion&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a taste, I would be &lt;em&gt;a sweet summer strawberry&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a museum, I would be &lt;em&gt;Aery Island in Louisiana&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a country, I would be &lt;em&gt;a good mix of Asian &amp; Cajun&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be anyone, I would be &lt;em&gt;one of my photography idols&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-2708636923766046577?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/2708636923766046577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=2708636923766046577&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/2708636923766046577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/2708636923766046577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-would-you-be.html' title='What Would You Be?'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-4681609727178226472</id><published>2010-08-27T15:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T15:29:08.763-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question'/><title type='text'>Pulling Weeds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/THgO4IJCulI/AAAAAAAAL-w/prMjxxTv_7w/s1600/pulling-weed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/THgO4IJCulI/AAAAAAAAL-w/prMjxxTv_7w/s320/pulling-weed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510170501508676178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/"&gt;Dictionary.com&lt;/a&gt; defines a weed as this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weed&lt;/strong&gt; [wid] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;–noun &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; a valueless plant growing wild, esp. one that grows on cultivated ground to the exclusion or injury of the desired crop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; any undesirable or troublesome plant, esp. one that grows profusely where it is not wanted&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you may be asking why I am blogging about weeds. Well I am not talking weeds as in plants ... I am talking weeds as in people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess with the time approaching of my son being born I was doing so major soul searching of my life; where I am in it and where I would like to be. And one thing that kept coming to mind were people in my life that have held me back or are holding me back from becoming who I really want to be. A weed will kill a beautiful flower, it sucks the life out of it and makes it ugly. I don't want that to happen. I feel like my life is FINALLY on track and getting where I want it, but there is just a few things that need weeded out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a some "weeds" in my life that need pulling, but my questions is how do you do it? It's not like breaking up with someone to where you can be like "Look this isn't working out so how about you go your way and I'll go mine?" How do you "break up" with a someone who isn't a lover? But you know that once this is done your life will finally be on track? UGH --- Has this ever happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-4681609727178226472?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/4681609727178226472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=4681609727178226472&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/4681609727178226472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/4681609727178226472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/pulling-weeds.html' title='Pulling Weeds'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/THgO4IJCulI/AAAAAAAAL-w/prMjxxTv_7w/s72-c/pulling-weed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-2353962927779487416</id><published>2010-08-27T10:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:31:28.159-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labor'/><title type='text'>Officially A Party of 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/THfLHP2uv0I/AAAAAAAAL-o/GWDE48RujiY/s1600/IMG_0990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/THfLHP2uv0I/AAAAAAAAL-o/GWDE48RujiY/s320/IMG_0990.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510095994486701890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Well it's official ... &lt;br /&gt;We are now (for real) Armendinger Party of 4 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Little man Monday evening at 7:52pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was 7lbs 9.5oz and 20 1/2in long&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are PERFECT! He is such a good baby. Little Miss is LOVING being a big sister and has adapted VERY well. I could not feel any more blessed then I have these past few days. Life is amazing, my heart is over full of love &amp; I am feeling SO SO SO GREAT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still working on the birth blog, waiting for the images from the birth so I can post it, but once it's up you should defiantly read it. It was an AMAZING birth and so much better then the one I had with Ainsley. I am still on a "birth high" from it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-2353962927779487416?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/2353962927779487416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=2353962927779487416&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/2353962927779487416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/2353962927779487416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/officially-party-of-4.html' title='Officially A Party of 4'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/THfLHP2uv0I/AAAAAAAAL-o/GWDE48RujiY/s72-c/IMG_0990.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-3328276809286267437</id><published>2010-08-27T10:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:32:27.485-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five for Friday'/><title type='text'>Five for Friday</title><content type='html'>1. You are now a Daddy to two amazing litte kiddos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You helped me get though the baaaaaaad contractions by simply hold my hand and telling me how amazing I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The way you look at your little boy and just smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. That you actually helped deliver our son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. That you still give Little Miss all the attention that she wants from you so she doesn't feel left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-3328276809286267437?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/3328276809286267437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=3328276809286267437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/3328276809286267437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/3328276809286267437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/five-for-friday_27.html' title='Five for Friday'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-6502280158379475259</id><published>2010-08-27T10:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:33:24.001-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fill in Friday'/><title type='text'>Fill in Friday #10</title><content type='html'>Here are my answers for &lt;a href="http://wifeofasailor.com/"&gt;Wife of a Sailor&lt;/a&gt;'s Fill in Friday questions :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s1600/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s320/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497065383758209634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.What secret indulgence do you act on while your spouse is away? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG shopping! We get into a lot of fights (unfortunately) when he is gone b.c I don't like sitting in the house and feeling blue when he is gone, so I will go up to Target and buy things that we don't really need, but they make me happy lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.If you were a spice, what would you be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Pepper! Being a Raging Cajun and all ;) Red pepper is a staple in all Cajun cookin' ... It tricks you and makes you think it's not too spicy and then BAM!!! Plus it's red like me haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.Where do you go for support when your significant other is deployed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGsh any where and every where!!! We have (thankfully) only been though one so far and I was was a WRECK the first two weeks. The Airman Family Readiness Center was a HUGE help in getting me in touch with other wives going though deployments, I had my very best friend that lived two blocks from my house &amp; my family was AMAZING! I feel like you should NEVER pass up help or even a ear to talk to when you are going though deployments. They suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.What is the oldest thing you own?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Great Great Great Grandma's rocking chair! My Dad's Momma gave it to me when I had Little Miss :) It's been passed down in our family for generations and I plan on giving it to Little Miss when she has her first baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.How did you vision your future pre-military?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, funny story. I grew up an Air Force brat and was DEAD SET on NOT marrying a military man!!! I tried dating civilians and feel head-over-heals for a chef that ripped my heart out like it was nothing ... I then gave up on dating period after that. Then I met Hunk... He was in Tech School when we met, training to work on the plane my Dad flew on and now he has cross trained and does the EXACT SAME JOB my Dad did ... So I kinda really did grow up and marry someone JUST like my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-6502280158379475259?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/6502280158379475259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=6502280158379475259&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/6502280158379475259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/6502280158379475259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/fill-in-friday-10.html' title='Fill in Friday #10'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s72-c/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-3445683656874524693</id><published>2010-08-25T18:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T13:30:14.906-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labor'/><title type='text'>Welcome to the World!</title><content type='html'>The day FINALLY came. I really thought I was going to be pregnant forever ... No I am only kidding ;) But I was really happy when inducement day came. It was the strangest feeling waking up that day KNOWING I was going to be in hardcore labor at some point and eventually welcoming Jayce into the world! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up Monday morning around 5am and COULD NOT get back to sleep, I eventually made my way down stairs and decided to watch my DVR'd Big Brother episode from Sunday night. Once it was over, I made my way back up stairs, woke my Momma up and then proceeded to get myself ready for the day. It was SO nice being able to straighten my hair and put make up on... You know get pretty for labor, cause that makes sence ;) haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to leave the house around 7:25 in order to make it to the sitter for Ainsley, drop her off and then be at the hospital at 8am... Ya that didn't happen haha. We didn't leave till sometime after 7:30 and ended up being a tiny bit late to the hospital. Daniel was (of course) stressed out about getting there late, but I knew it really was not a big deal. I got all checked in at the desk and then the nurse came and took us back. She weighed me ... 195lbs, ew. Then took me into my labor room ... SO much nicer then the room I had with Ainsley. It was HUGE! I got into my nice comfy (and uber sexy I might add) birthing gown, got all hooked up and answered all the "Do you" "Have you" questions, got checked and I was what she called a "tight three". Meanwhile, I was surprised to see that I was actually contracting a little bit and was not feeling a thing. They were kinda all over the place and not the contractions that get you where you need to go, but was good to know my body WAS doing SOMETHING on it's own. So then the nurse got my IV in ... In one stick I might add, THANK GOD ... Started my fluids and the pitocin ... And then the waiting game started ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things went a lot slower then I thought they were going to with him. They say that your second baby always comes faster then your first and while yes, he did come in less time then it took me with Ains, I guess I was expecting to have him by late afternoon at the latest!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started my poticne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-3445683656874524693?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/3445683656874524693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=3445683656874524693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/3445683656874524693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/3445683656874524693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/welcome-to-world.html' title='Welcome to the World!'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-1116766392744290148</id><published>2010-08-23T06:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:34:26.030-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labor'/><title type='text'>D-Day is Heeeeere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/THJKJpLrVlI/AAAAAAAAL-g/PaqEFwJg5RI/s1600/cartoon40.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/THJKJpLrVlI/AAAAAAAAL-g/PaqEFwJg5RI/s320/cartoon40.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508546823761647186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh it's delivery day. This is so crazy to me. It's so strange KNOWING that Little Man will be on his way today. With Little Miss I went a week and a day OVER due! I went into labor on my own the day before we were supposed to induce with her. Well, Little Man has made it VERY clear that he does not want to come on his own. I know I am only 39 weeks preggo and I still have a week till I am "full term" but I am SO DONE with this pregnancy. I am in SO SO much pain and have been the last couple weeks. I can't even walk at times b.c of the pain I have "down there." I am ready for him to be here. I am ready to finally be able to give him kisses and lovin's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful that my Momma was able to make it for today as well. It's like everything fell into place I was SO worried about who was going to watch Little Miss when I went into labor, I was worried about Hunk not being here due to a looming deployment, I was worried my Momma wouldn't make it in time... I know that induction is not the best thing in the world, but for me I works out best b.c I am a planner, I like things to be 110% ready and know what I am getting myself into. So I am very very very thankful that my Doctor is inducing me :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is the last time I will post as an Armemdinger Party of 3, HOPEFULLY this time tomorrow we will officially be an Armendinger Party of 4 :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I PROMISE to post pictures of my handsome little boy as soon as I can :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-1116766392744290148?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/1116766392744290148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=1116766392744290148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/1116766392744290148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/1116766392744290148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/d-day-is-heeeeere.html' title='D-Day is Heeeeere!'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/THJKJpLrVlI/AAAAAAAAL-g/PaqEFwJg5RI/s72-c/cartoon40.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-4912760083603574149</id><published>2010-08-22T20:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:34:48.135-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labor'/><title type='text'>T-12 Hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/THGVQV_cpyI/AAAAAAAAL-Y/lXytZYajjMY/s1600/evictionnotice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/THGVQV_cpyI/AAAAAAAAL-Y/lXytZYajjMY/s320/evictionnotice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508347927264536354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVICTION NOTICE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: August 23, 2010 &lt;br /&gt;Time: 8:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;To: Little Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the above tenant in possession of below described premises: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am issuing 12 hour notice for EVICTION. You will have 12 hours in which you can either gather your belongings and promptly vacate the premises, or wait until the final hour. After which, you will be physically removed from the property. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are being evicted due to breech of contract and destruction of property. Expansions only to the FRONT of the house, within reasonable limits, were discussed. Not only have these limits been exceeded, but additions to the back of the house were also made!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Remodeling and gutting of the home was never approved, nor was changing the initial layout and base structure. And due to property damage, there are now leaks in both the upper AND lower levels of the home. On top of which, the landlord has received numerous complaints about nightly disturbances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 12 hours from now that you don't comply with the notice will result in immediate and forceful removal at my discretion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your cooperation &lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Mommy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-4912760083603574149?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/4912760083603574149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=4912760083603574149&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/4912760083603574149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/4912760083603574149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/t-12-hours.html' title='T-12 Hours'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/THGVQV_cpyI/AAAAAAAAL-Y/lXytZYajjMY/s72-c/evictionnotice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-2706378433198268409</id><published>2010-08-21T14:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:35:58.668-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><title type='text'>Just Rambling ...</title><content type='html'>1. I am so very ready to have this baby. I went into "OMG I HAVE TO CLEAN EVERYTHING" mode yesterday and now my house is CLLLLLLEAN and ready for Little Man to make his appearance :) I am so excited to meet my little man and see what he looks like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My AMAZING hunny was super sweet and got my windows tinted for me :) It's so nice now to not have those cheep sun shades on my windows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We went to the Atlanta airport today to pick up my Momma and while we were there, the USO was there welcoming home soldiers. Every time they entered the baggage claim area they were cheers, whistles, hoots &amp; hollers ... it was kind of amazing to experience! It choked me up and I started to cry a few times. I love seeing family members reunited and to see all the amazing support for our troops still to this day. I love it. Thinking about it right now has me all teary eyed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Right now I am just trying to enjoy my time with Little Miss as an only child. It's crazy to think that by Tuesday I will be a Momma to two little Armendingers. I cannot believe that my baby girl is about to be a big sister ... It is almost bitter sweet to me. I am quiet scared how I am going to be able to manage two. Little Miss is my little shadow and follows me EVERY WHERE. She is 110% a Momma's girl. If I am awake, she is in my lap (or what's left of the lap I have right now). It drives me NUTS sometimes, but then I think about it and I love that she wants/needs me so much. Makes me know that I am doing something right and I am a good Momma :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Few things I am looking forward to after having Little Man...&lt;br /&gt;   A. NO MORE HEARTBURN&lt;br /&gt;   B. Being able to move at a normaly&lt;br /&gt;   C. Bing able to see my feet when I stand or even walk&lt;br /&gt;   D. Peeing less&lt;br /&gt;   F. Did I mention NO MORE HEARTBURN&lt;br /&gt;   G. No more horrible pain in my groan&lt;br /&gt;   H. Being able to sleep (well you know what I mean)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I think that's all I got for ya right now ... I am just loving life so so much right now. Cannot wait to post my birth story and pictures of Little man. Love to you all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-2706378433198268409?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/2706378433198268409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=2706378433198268409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/2706378433198268409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/2706378433198268409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-rambling.html' title='Just Rambling ...'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-6164107570581502778</id><published>2010-08-20T07:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:36:26.687-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five for Friday'/><title type='text'>Five For Friday</title><content type='html'>1. You had &lt;a href="http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/convo-with-ainsley.html"&gt;an AWESOME conversation with Little Miss&lt;/a&gt; about baby Little Man. &lt;br /&gt;2. You rolled over in bed, put your arm around me, pulled me close, told me you loved me &amp; feel asleep.&lt;br /&gt;3. You have been talking more and more about how excited you are to see Little Miss and wonder what he is going to look like.&lt;br /&gt;4. You went to the gas station to get youself dip, and you brought home a Drumstick for me.&lt;br /&gt;5. You are going to be a Daddy to an amazing little boy by Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-6164107570581502778?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/6164107570581502778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=6164107570581502778&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/6164107570581502778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/6164107570581502778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/five-for-friday_20.html' title='Five For Friday'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-978800908424627281</id><published>2010-08-20T07:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T07:00:05.763-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fill in Friday'/><title type='text'>Fill in Friday #9</title><content type='html'>Here are my answers for &lt;a href="http://wifeofasailor.com/"&gt;Wife of a Sailor&lt;/a&gt;'s Fill in Friday questions :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s1600/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s320/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497065383758209634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.If you could be a fugitive from the law for whatever reason, what would your crime be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would kidnap my husband, causing him to go AWOL, and go on a MUCH needed get away just the two of us to a tropical island getaway where there would only be us, a house with a huge beautiful bed &amp; a kitchen, then a chef to cook for us whatever we wanted when we wanted it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.How long do you think you will be a military family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We want to be in the full 20. I grew up a military brat, so this lifestyle is really the only thing I know. I love being a military family!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What’s your favorite recipe? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh hands down my hubby's Korean short ribs! I loooooooove when he makes them, and I would give the recipe away but he doesn't tell a lot of people. It's a secret and honestly I don't 100% know what is in it. But it is DELICIOUS and if you have never had'em I suggest you try some sometime!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.What would you want your last five words to be when you leave this life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woah this is a deep one -- "I had an AMAZING life." I would want everyone to know that I loved my life and didn't regret anything.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Where do you hope to retire? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Virginia!!!!!!! My hubby grew up there and took me there when he got back from his first deployment. I fell in LOVE with the area!! It is SO beautiful there. I cannot wait to grow old and grey there with my hubby and have our grand kids running around int he back yard :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-978800908424627281?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/978800908424627281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=978800908424627281&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/978800908424627281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/978800908424627281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/fill-in-friday-9.html' title='Fill in Friday #9'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s72-c/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-4085319629553192313</id><published>2010-08-19T15:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:37:32.662-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Operation: EVICTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TG2I-yJhVQI/AAAAAAAAL-A/y7xNRzxbc3g/s1600/cartoon18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TG2I-yJhVQI/AAAAAAAAL-A/y7xNRzxbc3g/s320/cartoon18.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507208531538957570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's official ... If I don't have Little man over the weekend I will be going in to be induced on Monday morning at 8am :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so so so so so so so so happy! I have been in SO much pain the past couple weeks. His little head is so far down that it's actually keeping me from walking at times. Like I can't even lift my foot an inch off the grown without pain in my groan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went a week and a day over with his sister and SO did not want that happening this time. So today when I went in for my appt. I told my doctor about the pain (cried a little -- hey it helps), then she checked me and told me I was 2 almost 3cm 50% effaced and his head was still "high". Then she said "So you will be 39wks on Monday ... How about we plan for you to come in and be induced Monday morning at 8am if he doesn't come by then." My jaw hit the floor! UMMMM YES PLEASE! I am so over this pregnancy and so ready for him just to be here!!! She said she has a gut feeling that I will have him before then but it's just nice to know that by Tuesday my little man will be here in my arms :) and I so cannot wait to meet him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-4085319629553192313?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/4085319629553192313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=4085319629553192313&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/4085319629553192313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/4085319629553192313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/operation-eviction.html' title='Operation: EVICTION'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TG2I-yJhVQI/AAAAAAAAL-A/y7xNRzxbc3g/s72-c/cartoon18.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-135608430777647237</id><published>2010-08-19T08:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:38:04.324-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Five'/><title type='text'>Thursday Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifeasasailorsgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i750.photobucket.com/albums/xx142/MrsGambizzle/Buttons/Thursdayfive.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Gambizzle over at &lt;a href="http://lifeasasailorsgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Life as Sailor's Girl&lt;/a&gt; hosts this cute little Thursday Five where she gives you five words and you have to incorporate them into five things that happened to you over the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;This week's words are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Entry: &lt;strong&gt;hap·pi·ness&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pronunciation: \ˈha-pē-nəs\&lt;br /&gt;Function: noun &lt;br /&gt;Date: 15th century&lt;br /&gt;1: a pleasurable or satisfying experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Entry: &lt;strong&gt;glee&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pronunciation: \ˈglē\&lt;br /&gt;Function: noun &lt;br /&gt;Date: before 12th century&lt;br /&gt;1 : exultant high-spirited joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Entry: &lt;strong&gt;ex·u·ber·ant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Function: adjective&lt;br /&gt;1: joyously unrestrained and enthusiastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Entry: &lt;strong&gt;proud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronunciation: prau̇d&lt;br /&gt;Function: adjective &lt;br /&gt;Date: before 12th century&lt;br /&gt;1: vigorous, spirited &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Entry: &lt;strong&gt;gid·dy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronunciation: gi-dē\&lt;br /&gt;Function:adjective&lt;br /&gt;Date: 14th century &lt;br /&gt;1: lightheartedly silly&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Even on my badest days, all my daughter has to do is crawl up next to me, give me a sweet little kiss and tell me she loves me ... Instant &lt;strong&gt;happiness&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My heart is so full of &lt;strong&gt;glee&lt;/strong&gt; at the fact that soon I will have my little man in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I became &lt;strong&gt;exuberant&lt;/strong&gt; when I found out the hubby took a day off from work this week just to spend time with Little Miss and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am one VERY &lt;strong&gt;proud &lt;/strong&gt;momma! Little Miss has been sleeping in panties all week and has not had one accident! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I get all kinds of &lt;strong&gt;giddy&lt;/strong&gt; when I think about my best friend coming to see me in less then a month!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-135608430777647237?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/135608430777647237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=135608430777647237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/135608430777647237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/135608430777647237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/thursday-five_19.html' title='Thursday Five'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i750.photobucket.com/albums/xx142/MrsGambizzle/Buttons/th_Thursdayfive.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-2765487885229781875</id><published>2010-08-18T13:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T13:03:33.997-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friend'/><title type='text'>One Month from Today!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am so so so very excited. In exactly one month from today my VERY best friend is coming to see me :) It has been well over a year since we have seen each other and this reunion is MUCH needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one the last time I saw her she has JUST under gone gastric bypass. Since I last saw her, she has lost 100 lbs! AMAZING right? Here is a picture of her before and then her over 4th of July weekend. (PS the other lady in the picture is her Momma aka my second Momma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TGwQOq4izMI/AAAAAAAAL94/LUSTmWbWR_Q/s1600/traci3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TGwQOq4izMI/AAAAAAAAL94/LUSTmWbWR_Q/s320/traci3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506794288582937794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason this is a MUCH needed reunion is because she is one of my friends &lt;a href="http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/care-packages-theyre-not-just-for-our.html"&gt;that I sent the care package too&lt;/a&gt;. She is going thoguh a VERY hard time right now, and I am SO used to being able to drop whatever I am doing and going chear her up. We used to live two blocks away and were constantly at each other's houses when we lived on Eglin AFB. Then her husband got orders to Cannon, NM and we got torn apart. Her leaving was one of the HARDEST things I have ever gone though! She taught me SO SO much. I know that we will be forever best friends. She is my soul sister. I have never ever had a friend ANYTHING like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait for her to be here so we can laugh and bull shit like we used to. One thing that I am MOST looking forward to is cooking together again. We cooked together pretty much every single night. It was so strange to not have her cook with me for the longest time, I even avoided cooking things that we loved cooking together for a while b.c I would just break down and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this reunion is going to be a HAPPY reunion. I am 110% sure that I will bawl when I go to the air port and pick her up, but after that there will only be crying from laughing too hard. I love her so so much and I so cannot wait to see her beautiful face :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-2765487885229781875?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/2765487885229781875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=2765487885229781875&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/2765487885229781875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/2765487885229781875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-month-from-today.html' title='One Month from Today!!!!!'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TGwQOq4izMI/AAAAAAAAL94/LUSTmWbWR_Q/s72-c/traci3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-5180439017130380542</id><published>2010-08-18T11:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T11:06:28.061-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>This ... 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Is ... Hilarious'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-5954354312152562156</id><published>2010-08-18T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:39:26.468-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Miss'/><title type='text'>Hummmm, Interesting</title><content type='html'>One of the websites I view almost on a daily basis is &lt;a href="http://babycenter.com"&gt;Baby Center&lt;/a&gt;. Not only does it help me keep up with the development of Little Man and Little Miss but they have great info about parenting and a great forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday I was on and on the home page one of their top stories was &lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/horoscopes?intcmp=Nav_HP_Hero1&amp;pn=BC%20Homepage"&gt;Family Horoscopes&lt;/a&gt;. Now, before you judge, I am not one of those people that check my horoscope on a daily basis. Hell, I couldn't even tell you the last time I even did check it. But this caught my eye b.c it was talking about how each sign relates with each other. So I decided to check it out ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I did Little Miss and I ... I am a Virgo and she is a Leo and this is what it had to say about her and I's relationship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;em&gt;Bottomless Affection:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Leo child is as warm and expressive as you are cautious and reserved. While you tend to hold back, especially with strangers, little Leo is front and center, commanding the crowd's adoration. Prepare to attend more birthday parties and play dates than you might prefer -- your popular child is bound to receive lots of invitations! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, remember that your child's bright, courageous exterior belies a sensitive side. She wants you to adore everything about her, and she doesn't take criticism well. Even well-intended advice can feel like sharp barbs of disapproval. And you know you can be a little too exacting at times. Try to remember little Leo's easily dented pride, and when you're doling out discipline, make it clear that your love is still unconditional. That's all she really wants: your bottomless affection. And you're nothing if not utterly devoted to your loved ones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you really know us in real life you know JUST how accurate this is. She is SUCH a performer. She loves being the center of attention and people are just drawn to her. It's so crazy how much this reminds me of her and I. It will be interesting to see what she is like once she is in school. I love how she can make a friend where ever we go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so very blessed to have a little Leo in my life. She makes me laugh ALL THE TIME and is never ever not being UBER creative. If you have a Leo child in your life I am sure you know exactly what I am talking about :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-5954354312152562156?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/5954354312152562156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=5954354312152562156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/5954354312152562156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/5954354312152562156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/hummmm-interesting.html' title='Hummmm, Interesting'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-5533111024605996393</id><published>2010-08-17T21:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:42:27.652-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Miss'/><title type='text'>Convo with Little Miss</title><content type='html'>My daughter has just recently turned three and man is she at a fun age :) She can play by herself for hours and never get bored. It's crazy to see how much she understands. My husband and I will ask her questions from time to time just to see what she comes up with off the top of her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here lately we have been asking her about Little Man. The other day she and I were cuddling on the couch, she was resting her head on my stomach when she popped up and yelled:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Momma, momma, momma ... Baby *J* is coming."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I started having contractions like crazy, and while they have tampered off, it kinda freaked me out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tonight we (Hunk, Little Miss and I) were all in the living room watching TV getting her calmed down for bedtime when we had this convo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;em&gt;Little Miss: Momma!! We need to go to the store!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why baby? It's late at night.&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss: We need to get baby *J* food, he's coming!&lt;br /&gt;Hunk: *A* when is baby *J* coming?&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss: Two days.&lt;br /&gt;Hunk: Ok, so Thurs. when I am flying. What time?&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss: 2:52&lt;br /&gt;Hunk: Okay, how much is he going to weigh?&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss: A car.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as much as I do not want him to weigh as much as a car, just hearing how opinionated she is about when he is coming just melts my heart. I love how excited she is about the arrival of her baby brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be interesting to see when he comes, and I would be super freaked out if he comes Thurs. at 2:52 lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-5533111024605996393?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/5533111024605996393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=5533111024605996393&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/5533111024605996393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/5533111024605996393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/convo-with-ainsley.html' title='Convo with Little Miss'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-8485761262566671943</id><published>2010-08-15T08:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:42:57.943-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Home Inducement ... Epic Fail</title><content type='html'>So my Momma is in town from Ohio to pick up my youngest sister that has been here for a little over a month now. Well while she was in town I decided to try to kick myself into labor so that she didn't have to drive back down when it does happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tired EVERYTHING and when I say everything ... I mean EVERYTHING! Okay well that's not all true. I didn't try spicy food b.c it would make my gallbladder hurt and I didn't want contractions AND gallbladder pain, that just didn't sound fun to me. But everything else that I could do I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the main things that I was hoping would work for me was castrol oil. I have heard that if you take it, within hours you will be at the hospital giving birth to your sweet little angel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess Little Man is just one stubborn child b.c I took 3 tablespoons at around 5pm on Sat. and nothing .... Then when we got home from dinner I took another 1 1/2 tablespoons and went on a loooooooong walk and still nothing!!!! I didn't even get the horrible poops that every one talks about getting! WTF?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This child is just lovin' life inside my belly and has no desire to come out ... I guess I will just sit back and let him decided when he is done cookin' and ready to grace us with his presents. But I am SO ready to NOT be preggo any more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-8485761262566671943?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/8485761262566671943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=8485761262566671943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/8485761262566671943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/8485761262566671943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/home-inducement-epic-fail.html' title='Home Inducement ... Epic Fail'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-3115948628714683569</id><published>2010-08-14T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:43:23.384-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby gear'/><title type='text'>Moby Wrap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TGWUF8Bbf6I/AAAAAAAAL9w/R_es6eDtFng/s1600/cartoon+moby+wrap.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TGWUF8Bbf6I/AAAAAAAAL9w/R_es6eDtFng/s320/cartoon+moby+wrap.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504968949262679970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One baby item that I am really looking forward to getting to try out is my Moby Wrap!! I have been eyeing these since I found out I was preggo. I lucked out and got one off my local bookoo.com for only $20 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are SO many great benefits to the wraps!! I love that I will be able to use it as a nursing cover up, I will be able to keep Little Man close when he is being super fussy, even better bonding between us ... I am just so so so very excited. I think I am just as excited to use it as I am to finally met my little man :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever used a Moby? And if so what was your favorite way to wrap your baby and what did you like best about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-3115948628714683569?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/3115948628714683569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=3115948628714683569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/3115948628714683569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/3115948628714683569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/moby-wrap.html' title='Moby Wrap'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TGWUF8Bbf6I/AAAAAAAAL9w/R_es6eDtFng/s72-c/cartoon+moby+wrap.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-3837441595551935020</id><published>2010-08-13T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T14:00:55.084-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newborn'/><title type='text'>To Breastfed or Not to Beastfed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TGP6NABUHDI/AAAAAAAAL9o/Y-znEDmm5pU/s1600/moms_diner_breastfeeding_photosculpture-p153736767867638276u7j7_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TGP6NABUHDI/AAAAAAAAL9o/Y-znEDmm5pU/s320/moms_diner_breastfeeding_photosculpture-p153736767867638276u7j7_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504518270827633714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the question that has been running NON-stop in my head since I first found out I was preggo with Jayce. You see ... I did NOT have a very good first experience with Ainsley ... You see I called her my little piranha because she would bite me SO hard, like I would bleed EVERY time I tried to feed her. So a week into it, I gave up and SWORE I would NEVER breastfeed again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since getting pregnant I can't help but feel like if I don't try I will regret it. Every baby is different and if I never give it a chance "What if I could have" would be in the back of my mind for a very very very long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have decided to give it another go. I am older and have more patience. I don't have as much going on as I did when I had Ainsley. Plus even if I can't do it once again, knowing that I tried and gave it a shot will make me feel A LOT better as a mom then not trying at all. So wish me luck :) Hopefully I will be able to do it this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-3837441595551935020?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/3837441595551935020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=3837441595551935020&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/3837441595551935020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/3837441595551935020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/to-breastfed-or-not-to-beastfed.html' title='To Breastfed or Not to Beastfed?'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TGP6NABUHDI/AAAAAAAAL9o/Y-znEDmm5pU/s72-c/moms_diner_breastfeeding_photosculpture-p153736767867638276u7j7_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-2173489010182440542</id><published>2010-08-13T07:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:44:22.626-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fill in Friday'/><title type='text'>Fill in Friday #8</title><content type='html'>Here are my answers for &lt;a href="http://wifeofasailor.com/"&gt;Wife of a Sailor&lt;/a&gt;'s Fill in Friday questions :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s1600/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s320/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497065383758209634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.What is ONE thing you’d like civilians to understand about being a military family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How hard it is to REALLY be away from your loved ones. It drives me insane when I see my civilian friends saying how much they miss their man when he just walked out the door to go to work and will be home later that night ... UGH! That is such a soap box for me that I would get on a rampage about lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.What is your favorite mistake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hands down the weekend of Oct. 20th 2006. It was the first weekend Dan and I got to spend alone. My Dad and Step Mom had a wedding to go to and I couldn't get out of work for it. So Hunk had the great idea of coming over all weekend and "Playing House." Well us "playing house" let to a BFP about two months later ... And nine months later we got Little Miss :) And she is the best "mistake" that has EVER happened to me!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What indulgence could you give up for a year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chocolate. I am not a HUGE fan of it like most people so I think that's the one thing that would be easiest thing for me to give up -- haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.If you could be a winged animal, what would you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flamingo :) They are my favorite animal!!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.What is one question you’d like to see asked in a future MFF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is your favorite thing to make for dinner? I would love to see what other people like to cook so that it gives me ideas for new things to try out :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-2173489010182440542?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/2173489010182440542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=2173489010182440542&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/2173489010182440542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/2173489010182440542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/fill-in-friday-8.html' title='Fill in Friday #8'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s72-c/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-3701458883637596866</id><published>2010-08-13T07:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:43:44.272-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five for Friday'/><title type='text'>Five for Friday</title><content type='html'>1. That you actually sat and watched So You Think You Can Dance with me, asked me questions and seemed to be really into my favorite show.&lt;br /&gt;2. While we were, once again, talking about the lingering 9 month deployment we are facing, you actually cried and got emotional about leaving me and the kids behind. &lt;br /&gt;3. While I was crying, you rubbed my hair and sang "our song" in a goofy voice and made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;4. You vacuumed the stairs for me :) &lt;br /&gt;5. You danced around the living room with Little Miss and made a complete fool of yourself just to make her laugh&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-3701458883637596866?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/3701458883637596866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=3701458883637596866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/3701458883637596866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/3701458883637596866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/five-for-friday_13.html' title='Five for Friday'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-1746289250725266272</id><published>2010-08-12T14:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T14:40:03.754-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Need a Smile?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;OH MY GOODNESS ... The guy in this video is HILARIOUS!! He really just made my day. If you have never seen this it is really so so funny and you NEED to watch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VE0LRjQkWKk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VE0LRjQkWKk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-1746289250725266272?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/1746289250725266272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=1746289250725266272&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/1746289250725266272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/1746289250725266272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/need-smile.html' title='Need a Smile?'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-6970677943637836198</id><published>2010-08-12T07:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T12:40:55.100-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Five'/><title type='text'>Thursday Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifeasasailorsgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i750.photobucket.com/albums/xx142/MrsGambizzle/Buttons/Thursdayfive.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Gambizzle over at &lt;a href="http://lifeasasailorsgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Life as Sailor's Girl&lt;/a&gt; hosts this cute little Thursday Five where she gives you five words and you have to incorporate them into five things that happened to you over the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;This week's words are:&lt;br /&gt;ecstatic&lt;br /&gt;gay &lt;br /&gt;giddy &lt;br /&gt;happy&lt;br /&gt;content&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was &lt;em&gt;ecstatic&lt;/em&gt; when I woke up on Wednesday and felt like I had enough energy to clean my ENTIRE house! It now feels so so so good to know that it's done and all I have to do is keep up with it so it's not a mess when we bring baby *J* home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am looking forward to my BESTEST friend being here in a little over a month. We haven't seen each other in well over a year and this is a MUCH needed reunion for the BOTH of us. I just know we are going to have a &lt;em&gt;gay&lt;/em&gt;-ole-time while she is here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I was sooooo &lt;em&gt;giddy&lt;/em&gt; when Little Man crib set came in yesterday. I love love LOVE it and cannot wait to get his crib all set up with it. Oh did I mention it has an owl on it ... Eeeeek! I am OBSESSED with owls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am so very &lt;em&gt;happy&lt;/em&gt; to know that if baby *J* doesn't come by the time I am 39 weeks I will be scheduled to get induced on my due date (Aug. 30th) which means I won't go over like I did with his sister ... I went a week and a day late with her -- UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Having everything starting to fall into place and get done around the house has me feeling VERY &lt;em&gt;content&lt;/em&gt;. It's a HUGE weight off my shoulders now that everything is getting DONE. I have been VERY stressed out the past couple weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-6970677943637836198?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/6970677943637836198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=6970677943637836198&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/6970677943637836198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/6970677943637836198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/thursday-five_12.html' title='Thursday Five'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i750.photobucket.com/albums/xx142/MrsGambizzle/Buttons/th_Thursdayfive.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-5000675956669567236</id><published>2010-08-11T10:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T12:43:00.813-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military'/><title type='text'>Califorina Dreamin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TGK6fnt5qjI/AAAAAAAAL9g/0D5F1qU_5TA/s1600/BealeAFB_CA.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TGK6fnt5qjI/AAAAAAAAL9g/0D5F1qU_5TA/s320/BealeAFB_CA.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504166747000384050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is kinda a continuation of the blog where I talked about Hunk &lt;a href="http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/youre-joking-right.html"&gt;going away for a year&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunk and I have been talking A LOT about this whole issues since the day he broke the news on me. He keeps telling me that things still aren't for sure but I am the kinda person that wants to be prepared for things like this so that when it happens I don't hit rock bottom. I like to hit rock bottom now, and then build myself up to get strong so that when it does happen I am ready for it and can tackle it head on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are at the point where we either volunteer for him to go or wait for him to get told to do. And people have already started being told to go. I would rather KNOW when he is going then be surprised. We are trying to figure out a good time for him to go. It sucks but it's kinda like we can't avoid it ya know ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then there's more ... The more we talk about it the more I realize how much Hunk is actually REALLY excited about it. It's a REALLY good chance for him to get a head of the game kinda thing ... Can't really say more then that ... But the thing is, he is considering once he is home, actually staying with the plane and switching planes and going work on this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if he decides to do this... we will be moving to California. Yes you read right ... CALIFORNIA. All the way across the country. Away from ALL our family. CRAZINESS!!! Am I excited? Kinda. Am I scared crapless? More then you could know. But you should see his face light up when he talks about working on this plane. He really seems excited about it. And I have told him since I met him that I will love, support and follow him no matter what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still nothing his set in stone, but just trying to keep everyone up to date on where we stand with this whole issue. Hopefully I will know something soon. Because lord knows I am ready to know what is going to happen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-5000675956669567236?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/5000675956669567236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=5000675956669567236&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/5000675956669567236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/5000675956669567236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/califorina-dreamin.html' title='Califorina Dreamin&apos;'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TGK6fnt5qjI/AAAAAAAAL9g/0D5F1qU_5TA/s72-c/BealeAFB_CA.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-3548860733635690361</id><published>2010-08-10T22:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T12:47:20.022-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Miss'/><title type='text'>Smile Smile Smile, Be Happy</title><content type='html'>Well I am officially 38 weeks! I had my appt. today and sadly I have not changed any since last week :( Boo! I am so over being pregnant. I am sore, swollen, moody, sleep deprived, HOT ... I could keep going. I am just ready for Little Man to be here already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my doctor today and she told me that if I haven't had him by the time I am 39 weeks she will schedule me to be induced on my due date :) So that makes me a tiny bit happier. I went a week and a day over with Little Miss and I SO do not want to do that with him. He's running out of room and it's really starting to hurt every time he moves. I keep telling him that there is TONS of room out here in the world and if he would just come out he would have plenty of room to stretch out and wiggle around ;) ... But I don't think he listens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my 38 weeks bump picture ... PS I am going though my "I kinda like my hair curly/wavy" stage ... It is SO much easier to just let it do it's own thing then stand there for 20-30 mins trying to straighten it ... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TGISoBacKEI/AAAAAAAAL9I/sSK3YReiRIw/s1600/IMG_2520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TGISoBacKEI/AAAAAAAAL9I/sSK3YReiRIw/s320/IMG_2520.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503982173383567426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then here is my baby ... I mean big girl ... givin' baby *J* some lovins. She really does love her baby brother already. I hope it continues once he is actually here. She had been EXTREMELY clingy to me these last couple weeks!! All she wants to do is sit in my EXTREMELY small lap and it's SO uncomfortable. I think she knows that something big is about to happen. It's cute, but can be a tiny bit annoying at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TGISoQkGkrI/AAAAAAAAL9Q/9pLhgWJcbR0/s1600/IMG_2524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TGISoQkGkrI/AAAAAAAAL9Q/9pLhgWJcbR0/s320/IMG_2524.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503982177450627762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to announce that my two girls friends &lt;a href="http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/care-packages-theyre-not-just-for-our.html"&gt;that I sent the care packages too&lt;/a&gt; got them today ... I still am baffled that they both got them at the same time seeing as Florida is only 5hrs away and New Mexico is 26hrs away, but I digress. They both LOVED them and it made their day which makes me feel SO good that I could just make them happy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture that one of them took of everything in the box ... I didn't get a chance to before I sent it so I am happy one of them did :). The only different between the two was this one has a penguin and the other had a pink stuffed bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TGIUZyg7YiI/AAAAAAAAL9Y/GfLjWnNI7dA/s1600/37970_513538559450_199900223_30518072_2084061_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TGIUZyg7YiI/AAAAAAAAL9Y/GfLjWnNI7dA/s320/37970_513538559450_199900223_30518072_2084061_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503984127889334818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all I got for ya on this lovely Tuesday evening. I hope you all have a GREAT week and remember to Smile, Smile, Smile, Be happy even though the rough moments in life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-3548860733635690361?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/3548860733635690361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=3548860733635690361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/3548860733635690361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/3548860733635690361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/smile-smile-smile-be-happy.html' title='Smile Smile Smile, Be Happy'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TGISoBacKEI/AAAAAAAAL9I/sSK3YReiRIw/s72-c/IMG_2520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-4715110142135096278</id><published>2010-08-09T08:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T12:50:18.075-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Potty Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Miss'/><title type='text'>A Good Whoops :)</title><content type='html'>So this morning Little Miss comes into our room around 7:15am like she does every morning to wake me up and tell me she's hungry. I (still have asleep) pick her up and lay her next to me and we cuddle so I have time to wake up before heading downstairs to make her breakfast. We lay together for a good 15mins before she will pop up and tell me that she wants to go downstairs. I then crawl out of bed and head to empty my bladder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today she follows me in there and tells me "Momma I have to pee too. I'll go after you." Well this confuses me because she gets a diaper put on at night since we have been too chicken to potty train her though the night. (She is in panties all day, even during nap time, but before bed Dan puts a diaper on her.) So I look at her pajama shorts and it doesn't look bulky like there is a diaper under them... "*A* do you have a diaper on?" I ask her. "No, I have panties." She lifts the bottom of her short and yep sure enough ... She slept in panties!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment I am kinda freaking out worried she might have had an accident ... I go and check the bed ... Dry as a bone :) ... So I go back into the bathroom, sit her on the big potty (she normally uses a little potty) and she pees :) Talk about a proud Momma moment!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because Hunk forgot to put a diaper on her he night before she slept though the whole night in panties and had ZERO accidents!! She trained us -- haha. Will this happen again? Probably not, but the fact that she did it makes me so so so proud!!! We may try it again tonight, but my sister is still her and her and Little Miss sleep together at night so I don't want Little Miss to have an accident with *G* in bed with her. We were planning on waiting till *G* goes back to Ohio to finish fully potty training. But I am so very happy that the first time she sleeps in panties the whole night she didn't have one single accident!! YAY for Little Miss&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-4715110142135096278?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/4715110142135096278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=4715110142135096278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/4715110142135096278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/4715110142135096278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/good-whoops.html' title='A Good Whoops :)'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-6836121281062750756</id><published>2010-08-07T23:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T23:31:49.048-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deployment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military'/><title type='text'>You're Joking ... Right?</title><content type='html'>Friday afternoon I look at the clock and it's 4:15(ish) PM and think "&lt;em&gt;Hummm the hubby isn't home yet.&lt;/em&gt;" So I call him to see if he's on his way yet and the conversation goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;::Ring...Ring...Ring::&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey, are you on your way home yet?&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: Yea, I just got out of work.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh what were you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: I had a meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What about?&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: Something that could end up being not so good.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okaaaaay... what is it?&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: There is a chance I could be deployed a year ...&lt;br /&gt;Me: What...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point he starts telling me exactly what is going on and what I hear in my head is something like Charlie Brown's teacher's voice because all around me my world is crumbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;A year...&lt;br /&gt;My heart suddenly feels like it weighs a million pounds&lt;br /&gt;My stomach goes into a million knots &lt;br /&gt;My eyes instantly fills up with huge tears&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year with out him. A year that he would have to be apart from me ... And more importantly a year away from the kids ... You have got to be joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he's not ... He's dead serious. And he's telling me not to freak out ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;em&gt;NOT FREAK OUT?!?!?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just dropped a HUGE bomb on me and you don't want me freaking out?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that yes, it's not 100% ... that it's just 75-80% that this could happen. But just the thought of him being gone a year makes me sick to my stomach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that girls go though this every day ... But I never thought I would have to ... So this is a huge surprise to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF this happens will we get though it ... OF COURSE. I love my husband. And I support him whole heartily. But this is just a very unwelcome situation that IF happens, I will just have to be strong and get though. It sucks but it's not official yet ... But just the thought really does make my world go upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been holding this in for almost two days. I have cried a lot when I am not around my husband and I have not stopped thinking about it since he told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said ... Nothing is in stone yet, but I really needed to get my feelings out about this situation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-6836121281062750756?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/6836121281062750756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=6836121281062750756&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/6836121281062750756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/6836121281062750756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/youre-joking-right.html' title='You&apos;re Joking ... Right?'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-8669136734303642916</id><published>2010-08-07T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T16:15:33.849-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>Care Packages (They're Not Just for Our Deployed Loved Ones)</title><content type='html'>So the other night (Thrus. night to be exact) I was having a really really really hard time falling asleep. My mind just would not shut down and stop thinking. You see two of my really good girl friends are going though one of the roughest patches of their lives and I can't be there to help them like I so want to be. One lives in Florida, about 5hrs away ... The other in New Mexico, about 26hrs away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not used to this. I am used to being able to drop everything I am doing and going take my friend to lunch, dinner, a movie ... Anything to help them get their mind off what they are going though. But this is the first time that I have been so far away that I can't just drive over to put a smile on their face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you do at times like this? Times when you know that your friend needs something to make them smile. Times when you just want to be there for them and know that you can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what was racing though my mind for HOURS the other night ... And I finally came up with something ... A care package!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We send them off everyday to our loved ones that are deployed. We pack it full of things that we know they will love; whether it be their favorite cookies, magazines, fresh socks &amp; and then there's that card with the letter that we poured our heart into telling them how much we miss and love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we do this for our friends that need a little pick me up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that exactly what I decided to do, I would go out and get a few things that would help them out, make their days a little easier and put a smile on their face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided on an aroma therapy candle from Bath and Body works, some local Georgia wine from Lane Packing, a cute cheesy stuffed animal from Target, Skittles &amp; Starburts (I would have sent chocolate but was scared it would melt), and of course a sweet card telling them how much I wish I could be there, but wanted them to know that I was thinking of them, how strong they were, and that they would get though this. I then took it to the post office and sent them on their way ... One to Florida and one to New Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know this won't even begin to do as much good as being there in person, but I know that when they get the package, open it up &amp; see that someone is thinking of them enough to put something like this together for them it will make them feel a little better and it will take their minds off everything that is going on ... And to me that is exactly what I want to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time your girlfriend is going though something ... Or even a family member ... Why not take the time and do something nice for them? It doesn't have to be a care package! Even just a card or sending flowers will make them smile and take their mind off things :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-8669136734303642916?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/8669136734303642916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=8669136734303642916&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/8669136734303642916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/8669136734303642916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/care-packages-theyre-not-just-for-our.html' title='Care Packages (They&apos;re Not Just for Our Deployed Loved Ones)'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-7718570351069343739</id><published>2010-08-06T08:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T08:37:32.242-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fill in Friday'/><title type='text'>Fill in Friday #7</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Here are my answers for &lt;a href="http://wifeofasailor.com/"&gt;Wife of a Sailor&lt;/a&gt;'s Fill in Friday questions :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s1600/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s320/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497065383758209634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.What is something you wished you’d learned to do earlier in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Manage my own money. That was the biggest stress in the beginning of my marriage. I was still in the mind set of "oh if it's in the bank account I can spend it." b.c I had never lived on my own before I got married so I never knew about balancing and saving money. It's better now, but I wish I would have learned earlier b.c it would have stopped a loooooot of fights!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.What is your biggest pet peeve with the military?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HA! Where do I start ... no, I am kidding. I mean I hate to see men and women taken away for important moments in their families/kids lives and I hate that you have to live without your loved one while they are off fighting for their country.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What tourist attraction near you have you never seen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMGsh TONS. We just moved to this area last Oct. and I have been pregnant pretty much the entire time we have been here so I haven't gotten too do a whole lot. One thing that I REALLY REALLY REALLY want to do is go to Savannah! Which I am planning on in like Oct. when it isn't hotter then hell outside!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.What are you avoiding doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dishes in the sink, laundry in the washer AND dryer, sweeping the floors ... yea there is a lot ... but hey I am 9 months pregnant so I have all the right reasons to sit here and fill this out ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Wine, beer or liquor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh I am SUCH a Wine-O ... You have no idea how excited I am to be able to have a nice BIG glass of Moscato and take a nice looooooooong soak in my tub. I HATE beer ... HAAAAAAAAAAAATE it. And I loooooooove Three-O Vodka ... yuuuuuuum!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-7718570351069343739?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/7718570351069343739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=7718570351069343739&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/7718570351069343739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/7718570351069343739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/fill-in-friday-7.html' title='Fill in Friday #7'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s72-c/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-97256525943442950</id><published>2010-08-06T08:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T13:04:23.868-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five for Friday'/><title type='text'>Five for Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;1. How you always come come up, cuddle with me, ask how I am feeling, and let me know that dinner is ready when I am upstairs napping after you get home from work.&lt;br /&gt;2. That you go take Little miss to bed and cuddle with her every night.&lt;br /&gt;3. While you are cuddling (supposed to be getting her to clam down and go to sleep) I can hear you and Little Miss laughing.&lt;br /&gt;4. You go out and buy me milkshakes when I am really craving one.&lt;br /&gt;5. We layed in bed, holding hands, and just talked for over a hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-97256525943442950?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/97256525943442950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=97256525943442950&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/97256525943442950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/97256525943442950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/five-for-friday.html' title='Five for Friday'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-8512578127772814805</id><published>2010-08-05T07:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T13:05:14.058-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday Five'/><title type='text'>Thursday Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifeasasailorsgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i750.photobucket.com/albums/xx142/MrsGambizzle/Buttons/Thursdayfive.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once again I am starting something new with my blog (haha). I love all these weekly blog themes. Mrs. Gambizzle over at &lt;a href="http://lifeasasailorsgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Life as Sailor's Girl&lt;/a&gt; hosts this cute little Thursday Five where she gives you five words and you have to incorporate them into five things that happened to you over the past week. Cute right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;This week's words are:&lt;br /&gt;happy-go-lucky&lt;br /&gt;delighted &lt;br /&gt;ecstatic &lt;br /&gt;giggly&lt;br /&gt;joyed&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was &lt;em&gt;happy-go-lucky&lt;/em&gt; that we FINALLY got the money from our tax credit for the house :) Talk about an awesome start to the week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I was &lt;em&gt;delighted&lt;/em&gt; to get to go to lunch with my girl friend Jessica. I have been craving Ruby Tuesday's salad bar like WOAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I was &lt;em&gt;ecstatic&lt;/em&gt; to find out that I am 2cm dilated at my baby appt. That puts a HUGE smile on my face every time I talk about it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I was &lt;em&gt;giggly&lt;/em&gt; when Little Miss kept telling EVERYONE she saw or talked to on Wed. that it was her birthday ... It was like she expected EVERYONE to know and tell her Happy Birthday. Even random people, like a lady waiting to get a table at Ruby's ... she CRACKS me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. It was true &lt;em&gt;joy&lt;/em&gt; when I saw baby *J* on the ultrasound monitor. After not seeing him since I was 20 weeks, seeing him all big, chunky &amp; knowing that he is safe and sound makes me oh-so-very happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-8512578127772814805?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/8512578127772814805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=8512578127772814805&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/8512578127772814805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/8512578127772814805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/thursday-five.html' title='Thursday Five'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i750.photobucket.com/albums/xx142/MrsGambizzle/Buttons/th_Thursdayfive.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-2054343027824063342</id><published>2010-08-04T19:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T19:45:16.231-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='equality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love ALWAYS Wins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TFn2OcpG8GI/AAAAAAAAL78/H1MgdeNdUKU/s1600/noh8-campaign-logo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 129px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TFn2OcpG8GI/AAAAAAAAL78/H1MgdeNdUKU/s320/noh8-campaign-logo2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501699147876986978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks a HUGE step in the fight for equality!! Prop 8 was ruled unconstitutional!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;“&lt;em&gt;After hearing extensive evidence in support of marriage equality, and essentially no defense of the discrimination wrought by Prop 8, Judge Walker reached the same conclusion we have always known to be true – the Constitution’s protections are for all Americans, including the lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender community,” said HRC President Joe Solmonese. “We thank the courageous plaintiff couples, the American Foundation for Equal Rights, and attorneys Ted Olson and David Boies for their tremendous efforts leading to today’s decision and their ongoing commitment as the case moves forward on appeal. The battle for marriage equality continues, and we must all continue our work – in courthouses and statehouses, in church pews and living rooms – until equality is reality for LGBT people and our families everywhere.&lt;/em&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;- via &lt;a href="http://www.hrc.org/index.htm"&gt;Human Right Campain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a HUGE believer in equality for EVERYONE and I really hope that one day the world will recongize that LOVE IS LOVE and it doesn't matter who you love. No one should be punshied for who they love, no one should fell ashamed for who they love, no one should ever feel like they have to hide who they truly are b.c of what the world thinks of them. I know we are far from 100% acceptance of equality for everyone, but it's good to know that we are once again taking a step in the right direction! LOVE IS LOVE PEOPLE and LOVE will always win!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-2054343027824063342?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/2054343027824063342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=2054343027824063342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/2054343027824063342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/2054343027824063342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-always-wins.html' title='Love ALWAYS Wins'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TFn2OcpG8GI/AAAAAAAAL78/H1MgdeNdUKU/s72-c/noh8-campaign-logo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-7094059440604923115</id><published>2010-08-04T15:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T13:06:19.709-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>36 Week Sonogram</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the last time I will see baby *J* on a computer screen before he is here with us! I was SO excited going into this sonogram b.c the last time I saw his cute little face I was 20 weeks! With Little Miss I got to see her every time we went into my appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is perfect! When she first scanned over his face and I saw him I almost burst into tears... I was so happy to see him and to know that everything is okay and he is growing big and strong. He weighs about 7lbs and has the CHUBBIEST cheeks ever! She measured him at 36wks 2days, I still say I am 37wks but he will come when he is ready ... I know I am now ready for him to be here with us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some sonogram pictures of him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeeep ... he is ALL boy -- lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TFnAWUESxAI/AAAAAAAAL7c/3MoqdB1dBaw/s1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TFnAWUESxAI/AAAAAAAAL7c/3MoqdB1dBaw/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501639909386142722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His sweet little face and chubby cheeks&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TFnAdxVlI0I/AAAAAAAAL7k/W_V06QO1yBI/s1600/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TFnAdxVlI0I/AAAAAAAAL7k/W_V06QO1yBI/s320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501640037502362434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side profile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TFnAnE3yl5I/AAAAAAAAL7s/INcfIXcazMg/s1600/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TFnAnE3yl5I/AAAAAAAAL7s/INcfIXcazMg/s320/scan0004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501640197364946834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had an itch and was scratching his lil face ... It was SO cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TFnAtutfVXI/AAAAAAAAL70/YhxiQZfCLeA/s1600/scan0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TFnAtutfVXI/AAAAAAAAL70/YhxiQZfCLeA/s320/scan0006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501640311675245938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am oh so excited to met our little man! I hope he comes sooner rather then later! Yesterday I had a check up and she checked me for dilation and honestly I was not expecting much ... maaaaaaaaybe a 1, a small 1cm. But I was a 2 ... a HIGH two :) Talk about a welcome surprise! Good to know my body is doing something! I know I could be stuck here for a while, but I am good with 2cm for now! My next appt. is Tues. and I cannot wait to see if I have gone up any! I am planning on walking every night to help get things going!! So come on baby *J* ... Momma is READY for you!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-7094059440604923115?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/7094059440604923115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=7094059440604923115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/7094059440604923115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/7094059440604923115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/36-week-sonogram.html' title='36 Week Sonogram'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TFnAWUESxAI/AAAAAAAAL7c/3MoqdB1dBaw/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-6681384375420492920</id><published>2010-08-03T11:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T13:08:47.378-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three year old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Miss'/><title type='text'>Happy 3rd Birthday to My Little Miss</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years ... Oh my goodness where has the time gone? You aren't supposed to be growing up this fast. You were supposed to stay a little baby forever. You use to just lay there in my arms, look up at me and smile. You used to need me to do everything for you ... And now you are a 3 year old, very independent and you hardly ever let me cuddle you in my arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take you on a walk though these past 3 years that I have had Little in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss was a blessing to Dan and I. Was she planned? Not at all. But the second I found out I was pregnant I knew my life would NEVER be the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very first time I saw her ... I was 14weeks along and feel in love instantly with the little person growing in my belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i34.tinypic.com/2ebgz1h.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash forward 41 weeks 1 day later, Aug. 4th, 2007 ... LABOR ... Oh my goodness labor ... You can just look at this picture and it will tell you what I think of labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i38.tinypic.com/23r6c04.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But labor led to you ... Born at 7:18am weighing 7lbs 2.5oz and measuring 19 3/4 inches long ... HAPPY BIRTHDAY LITTLE MISS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i33.tinypic.com/f4qm1i.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our very first family picture :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i33.tinypic.com/2ithdtf.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That first year FLEW by! Seems like every day you were doing something new. During that time we went though our first deployment. You helped me get though it and showed me that how strong I really am. That first year changed my life, and it was all because of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug. 4, 2008 ... Happy First Birthday Big Girl! What's nice about you being born at 7:18am is Momma can wake you up at that time to wish you Happy Birthday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i37.tinypic.com/2enysk6.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your very first time EVER getting cake was at your birthday party ... Pretty priceless if you ask me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i34.tinypic.com/2emmuli.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i35.tinypic.com/dw7xic.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much personality in this picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i33.tinypic.com/2e2jzm0.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got SO messy from the cake that Grandma just decided to strip you down and run through the splash pad with you to wash off the cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i36.tinypic.com/xbaf14.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night had THE BEST sunset ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i35.tinypic.com/34q02ur.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next year you defiantly started getting your little personality. You started walking, saying "no", and testing the waters more and more. But you always kept me laughing! The "Terrible Twos" had nothing on you ... You drove Momma NUTS all the time but could make any horrible day amazing with your sweet smile and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug. 4th, 2009 ... HAPPY SECOND BIRTHDAY BIG GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i34.tinypic.com/mwbgua.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were REALLY into Dora that year!! So both parties we threw you had a Dora theme ... The first one (we called it Ainsley's Party 1.0) was for family since Grumpa and Kiki were going to be out of town the weekend of your big party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were REALLY excited about the cake and smashed your hand into it even before you blew out the candle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i35.tinypic.com/2aj14j7.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got your first Power Wheel and mastered it within minutes! You drove up and down the sidewalk with your baby doll until Momma made you come inside ... You were not happy with me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i36.tinypic.com/2pzcg7d.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss' Party 2.0 happened that following weekend ... We themed it A"DORA"ble since once again it was a Dora party ... You really were into Dora ... Oh and this party was happening as we were in the middle of a Tropical Storm warning :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is your amazing cake that Uncle *S*'s boyfriend's Mom made for you ... It was SOOOOOOOOO good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i37.tinypic.com/w88bwy.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fav picture of you from the party. Such a beautiful little girl&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i37.tinypic.com/16le5gz.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight ... the eve of your 3rd birthday, I put you to bed. It is the final time you will go to bed as a 2 year old. A lot has changed in the past year. We now live in GA and you love it. You have THE BEST personality and laugh. You do some of the funniest things I have ever seen you do... Like right now you LOVE singing Justin Bieber's song Baby and it cracks me up even though I have heard it a million and one times!! You are about to become a big sister any day now and you are SO excited to have baby *J* here! I cannot believe you are 3 years old. The time is going by WAY too fast! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug. 4th, 2010 ... HAPPY THIRD BIRTHDAY BIG GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i33.tinypic.com/9uw5nb.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is you to a T! So much personality in it and it makes me laugh so hard every time I look at it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i38.tinypic.com/2vnmadw.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You eat your cake with utensils now but still are quite the character while doing so ... Here you are with cheeks FULL of cake ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i36.tinypic.com/slk93q.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking time out from your cake to give baby Jayce some lovin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i38.tinypic.com/2iszcyo.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our (expanding) family picture :) Such a big girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i33.tinypic.com/2444aq9.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO matter how big you get you will always be my baby girl and I will love you no matter what you do. I cannot wait to see you with baby *J* and see you grow even more in the next year. If I could pause time I would. I love you more then you could ever know. Happy Birthday Little Miss. I love you!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-6681384375420492920?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/6681384375420492920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=6681384375420492920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/6681384375420492920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/6681384375420492920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-3rd-birthday-to-my-ainsley-bug.html' title='Happy 3rd Birthday to My Little Miss'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i34.tinypic.com/2ebgz1h_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-5276353077744017368</id><published>2010-08-03T09:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T10:08:49.859-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='air force'/><title type='text'>A Surprising Phone Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I am cooking dinner, the husband is watching YouTube videos, and the girls are in the living room playing dress up when my husband's phone rings. It's a number that isn't saved in his contacts so I bring him the phone, he answers and proceeds to chit chat with a woman. I have no idea who this person is, so I go back to cooking dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well when he gets off the phone, I go in and ask him who it was ... THE CHIEF'S WIFE! She was calling to check on me b.c she heard about everything that has gone on in the past week with my gallbladder and how much pain I have been in. She asked if there was anything we needed and then gave me her number and I was told to call her if I needed anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why am I blogging this you might ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this would have NEVER happened if we were still apart of my husband old squadron. He was apart of a HUGE 1000+ squadron and I was lucky if I walked into his building and get a hello. I love how family oriented this squadron is. I love how they called just to check on me. I love that I have the chief's wife's number in case I ever need it. Will I ever NEED to call her ... Probably not but just knowing that she took the time to call means the WORLD to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I would have given for someone to call and check on me when I was going though my first deployment, with a 6 month old at the old squadron. What I would have given to be able to call and talk to someone about how I think there should be a support system for wives in the squadron ... Now I know there is someone like that here. I know that this squadron truly cares about their men and their families. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more and more time goes by the more and more I love it here. I am happy that my husband made the decision to cross train out of maintenance and become a flyer. I am happy that we ended up in Georgia. I am happy to know that people here really do care and you aren't just some airman's wife. I love this squadron. I love that I got a phone call from someone I have never met checking on me. Days like this makes me VERY proud to be an air force wife :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-5276353077744017368?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/5276353077744017368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=5276353077744017368&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/5276353077744017368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/5276353077744017368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/surprising-phone-call.html' title='A Surprising Phone Call'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-2754638587033265003</id><published>2010-08-02T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T22:23:24.450-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Bedding Set</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aahhhhhhh I need help! I cannot chose which bedding set I want!! I need help! The husband isn't being much help so I am turning to my friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First choice is this set:&lt;br /&gt;Tree Tops - 4 Piece Crib Bedding Set by Kidsline &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TFd62iTLJQI/AAAAAAAAL7M/6YCwIh4vARg/s1600/treetoproom-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TFd62iTLJQI/AAAAAAAAL7M/6YCwIh4vARg/s320/treetoproom-lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501000547195102466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second choice is this set:&lt;br /&gt;Woolrich Woodlands 3pc Crib Set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TFd7qY6IIUI/AAAAAAAAL7U/gZ1D2MKu_qg/s1600/amazon_B002D4NJK4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TFd7qY6IIUI/AAAAAAAAL7U/gZ1D2MKu_qg/s320/amazon_B002D4NJK4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501001438027325762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave a comment telling me which one you would chose! Thank you so much for your help!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-2754638587033265003?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/2754638587033265003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=2754638587033265003&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/2754638587033265003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/2754638587033265003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/08/bedding-set.html' title='Bedding Set'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TFd62iTLJQI/AAAAAAAAL7M/6YCwIh4vARg/s72-c/treetoproom-lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-26717236698079492</id><published>2010-07-30T11:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T13:10:15.619-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five for Friday'/><title type='text'>Five for Friday</title><content type='html'>1. That you were excited at the thought your little boy was on his way into the world.&lt;br /&gt;2. That you have been working all day, then coming home and taking care of the house since I am not supposed to be doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;3. You let me sleep the day away since my pain pills make me very sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;4. How your face lit up when you saw Little Miss tumble for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;5. Your laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-26717236698079492?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/26717236698079492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=26717236698079492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/26717236698079492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/26717236698079492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/07/five-for-friday_29.html' title='Five for Friday'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-5900706314079774438</id><published>2010-07-30T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T08:09:35.466-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fill in Friday'/><title type='text'>Fill in Friday #6</title><content type='html'>Here are my answers for &lt;a href="http://wifeofasailor.com/"&gt;Wife of a Sailor&lt;/a&gt;'s Fill in Friday questions :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s1600/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s320/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497065383758209634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.What is your spouse’s best feature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh my gosh defiantly the sexy cocky cute smile he gets and tries to hide. When I do something stupid or prove him wrong at something he gets this little smile that just makes me melt! Just thinking about it right now makes me get butterflies in my belly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Mild, Medium or Hot sauce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mild for sure. I am not really a fan of "hot sauce". I was born in Louisiana so I am a Tabasco sauce kinda girl :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What is the worst uniform you had to wear for a job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Any uniform you have to wear to a fast food restaurant is the worst!! Always overly cheesy and never made to deal with the heat or all the running around you have to do. Ugh - I hated working fast food ... Can you tell?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.You have invisible powers… where is the first place you would go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hummm this a tough one... I think I would just follow my husband around and mess with him. Make things fall around him, open and close doors, throw things at him ... I think I could have a lot of fun if I did that!! hehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.What’s left on your “to do” list for this summer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Number 1 on my to do list is pop a kid out and I cannot tell you how ready I am for this baby to come. The heat is ridiculous and I am sick of being swollen and sweaty! So yea, that's the main thing that I have left on my "to do" list.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-5900706314079774438?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/5900706314079774438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=5900706314079774438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/5900706314079774438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/5900706314079774438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/07/fill-in-friday-6.html' title='Fill in Friday #6'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s72-c/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-120621414143859950</id><published>2010-07-29T23:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T13:11:05.710-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>Dear Baby *J*</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE REMOVE YOUR&lt;/strong&gt; cute little toes &lt;strong&gt;FROM YOUR MOMMY'S RIB CAGE.&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I PUSH BACK THAT DOES NOT MEAN KEEP PUSHING!!&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU KNOW WHAT IS GOOD FOR YOU, &lt;br /&gt;YOU WILL STOP NOW!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Mom&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-120621414143859950?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/120621414143859950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=120621414143859950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/120621414143859950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/120621414143859950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/07/dear-baby-jayce.html' title='Dear Baby *J*'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-3587613695405176452</id><published>2010-07-28T20:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T21:05:34.021-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3rd trimester'/><title type='text'>Gotta Little Captin in Me</title><content type='html'>Now before you think you go and judge let me just explain what kinda captain I am talkin' about ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://i28.tinypic.com/2qbfacw.gif&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I know I am supposed to be eating a "bland" diet but I just cannot get though the day without at least two HUGE bowls of Captain Crunch cereal! It is my kryptonite ... It is the one thing that I am truly craving and cannot get past. I love it ... I need it ... I GOTTA HAVE IT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I sound like one of those crazy pregnant women, but this is like the only craving I have had since I got preggo!! In the beginning the ONLY thing I could eat was PB&amp;J or spaghetti ... They were the only thing that would not make me sick, so I feel like I am depriving myself of something good if I don't eat at least a bowl of this AMAZINGLY-AWESOME-OH SO YUMMY cereal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this blog is just to help justify to myself that I am not doing anything wrong ... But it was too good not to share ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-3587613695405176452?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/3587613695405176452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=3587613695405176452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/3587613695405176452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/3587613695405176452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/07/gotta-little-captin-in-me.html' title='Gotta Little Captin in Me'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i28.tinypic.com/2qbfacw_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-3506439136384079224</id><published>2010-07-27T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T20:54:31.882-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>OUCH!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a rough one for me!! I woke up in HORRIBLE pain that I thought were contractions ... but were not. Of course it had to end up happening on a day that my hubby was flying so being the strong headed person I am, I tried to just push though it and get though the day with the pain till he got home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the day went on the pain got worse and WORSE. When he finally got home it was literally unbearable! It was so bad that it was making me sweat and shake. I finally broke down and called my doctor to see what I should do. I told her that the pain was in my upper abdominal and was constant ... as in NO break from the pain. She told me to go into L&amp;D. Which at that point I start freaking out ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am only 36 weeks peggo as of today, I am not ready for this baby to come and now every single worst case scenario is going though my head. So I called a friend of mine to come keep an eye on the girls and off the hubby and I went to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Side note: I never realized how bumpy the roads are until I feel every single one and it is like a knife to my stomach every time we hit one ... UGH - Worst car ride EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get to L&amp;D and I swear it took 2 hours to get checked in before we could even go back. I am sitting there crying b.c it hurts so much and the questions just keep coming ... "Do you work" ... "What's a good phone number ..." yadda yadda yadda ... Woman I just want to go back and figure out what the hell is going on with me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally get back and get all hooked up, the "fun" starts *rolls eyes* ... The nurse comes in and asks me questions ... Then tells me that it's either my appendix or my gallbladder ... Grrrrrrrrrrrrreat I think. Of course it is. This has been my pregnancy from HELL so of course it has to be something serious. Then my doctor comes ... And pokes my stomach -- OUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCH! I don't think I have felt that much pain all at once ... EVER! She tells me the same thing ... Appendix or gallbladder ... They are going to run some labs, get an ultra sound, and keep me over night. Not what I wanted to here. Oh and if it is the appendix it will be coming out ... TOMORROW! OMGsh ... how am I going to push a kid out of me while trying to recover from surgery is the first thought that goes though my mind! I don't want this to happen ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out it's my gallbladder -- THANK GOD ... not good news but better then it being my appendix!! So long story short, I will be getting my gallbladder removed after my 6 week check up ... And I have decided that there will be NO MORE babies for the Armendinger's after this one. I have had my fair share of worry, stress, pain, heartbreak and I am just done. We have our little girl and a soon to be little boy and I think that I am perfectly happy with that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-3506439136384079224?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/3506439136384079224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=3506439136384079224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/3506439136384079224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/3506439136384079224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/07/ouch.html' title='OUCH!'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-7517829748371396933</id><published>2010-07-23T12:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T13:13:43.537-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><title type='text'>All I Wanna Do Is ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEnJS3vwaOI/AAAAAAAAL6w/iVOgC-sg3UU/s1600/Do_Not_Disturb_Sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEnJS3vwaOI/AAAAAAAAL6w/iVOgC-sg3UU/s200/Do_Not_Disturb_Sign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497146146221484258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SLEEP!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what is going on, but I think my body is starting to get ready for labor. I get GREAT sleep every single night (thank god) but it seems like it's never enough. I just want to go into hibernation and sleep until it's time for me to push this baby out!! And what is crazy is I was SO not this way the last month with Little Miss! I had SO much energy with her!! I mean look, here is a picture of me A WEEK BEFORE I HAD HER playing put-put ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEnK7fzUSzI/AAAAAAAAL64/9z81QlPFZKI/s1600/n503359905_93645_639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEnK7fzUSzI/AAAAAAAAL64/9z81QlPFZKI/s320/n503359905_93645_639.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497147943680232242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we did that almost EVERY night!! But now I just want to go and sleep the next month away :( ... I feel bad because Little Miss and my little sister have cabin fever SO bad and want to get out of the house and do stuff but I just don't have the energy. Plus not to mention, we are in the middle of a MASSIVE heat wave ... Today the heat index is 110+ ... &lt;strong&gt;AYKM?!?!?!?! &lt;/strong&gt; I am so over the heat and so ready for it to be fall ... But that is another post for another day ;) ... The point is I am tired ... and it sucks. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk261/mrs_dinger/sig-2-1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-7517829748371396933?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/7517829748371396933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=7517829748371396933&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/7517829748371396933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/7517829748371396933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-i-wanna-do-is.html' title='All I Wanna Do Is ...'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEnJS3vwaOI/AAAAAAAAL6w/iVOgC-sg3UU/s72-c/Do_Not_Disturb_Sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-3888004323943983541</id><published>2010-07-23T07:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T13:14:32.339-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fill in Friday'/><title type='text'>Fill in Friday</title><content type='html'>Here are my answers for &lt;a href="http://wifeofasailor.com/"&gt;Wife of a Sailor&lt;/a&gt;'s Fill in Friday questions :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s1600/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s320/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497065383758209634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Besides the horizontal mambo, what do you miss most when your spouse is deployed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss hearing the door open at 3:30 every day and hearing Little Miss get excited and run to the door screaming "Daddy!!", I miss just sitting on the couch and cuddling watching our fav. shows together, I miss his cute little smile that he gets and tries to hide, I miss his smell, I miss him leaving clothes on the floor, I miss our weekly trips to Target, I miss him telling me how good my cooking is ... I miss EVERYTHING when he is gone!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.What do you miss least?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing!! I even miss all the annoying things that he does when he is gone. Like his alarm going off every morning, fighting over keeping the TV off when we go to bed at night, him playing PS3 all till the sun comes up on the weekends... There is really NOTHING that I do not miss when he is gone, b.c that is what makes him, him and I just want him here with me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.You only get three crayons to finish your picture… which three do you choose and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brown, green and blue ... Because I would draw a big pretty tree and a bright blue sky with clouds :) That picture would make me HAPPY, haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.If you could have your own fragrance, what would it be called?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMGoodness this is a hard one ... Spring Breeze and it would smell like freshly bloomed Cherry Blossom trees!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.If the shoes make the man (or woman), what do your shoes say about you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well right now I am bare foot so I guess it says that I don't care too much about shoes? If I could be bare foot the rest of my life I would be happy :) But the outside world is NASTY so when I do got out I wear VERY comfy shoes, but they are off the second I am back inside my house lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-3888004323943983541?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/3888004323943983541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=3888004323943983541&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/3888004323943983541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/3888004323943983541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/07/fill-in-friday.html' title='Fill in Friday'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEl_14IBImI/AAAAAAAAL6g/FPzeB2PuLwI/s72-c/milspouse-friday-fill-in.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-8406024500814128701</id><published>2010-07-23T07:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T13:14:59.828-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five for Friday'/><title type='text'>Five for Friday</title><content type='html'>I love ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 ...how you get on the floor and play with Little Miss and my little sister.&lt;br /&gt;2 ...that you put your face right up on my belly and talk to Little Man.&lt;br /&gt;3 ...you always know when I am upset, and I don't have to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;4 ...you let me sleep the day away.&lt;br /&gt;5 ...don't complain when I don't feel well enough to cook dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-8406024500814128701?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/8406024500814128701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=8406024500814128701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/8406024500814128701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/8406024500814128701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/07/five-for-friday.html' title='Five for Friday'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-8098706668973526477</id><published>2010-07-22T15:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T13:15:55.664-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Capture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday'/><title type='text'>You Capture: Black &amp; White</title><content type='html'>So I have been looking for fun things to do on a weekly basis with this blog and I came across &lt;a href="http://www.ishouldbefoldinglaundry.com/you-capture"&gt;You Capture Thursday&lt;/a&gt; through &lt;a href="http://www.household6diva.com"&gt;Household 6 Diva&lt;/a&gt;'s Photography link and it seems like a neat thing to try out!! So I am going to start **attempting** to do this weekly. But don't quote me on that one ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ishouldbefoldinglaundry.com/2009/02/you-capture.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i370.photobucket.com/albums/oo145/rubyandroja/youcapture4-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weeks challenge is Black and White and I knew the exact pictures I wanted to use ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest sister is visiting me from Ohio to help me out with Little Miss before baby *J* comes :) She has been SUCH a big help!! Her and Little Miss get along SO well and I really see them being life long friends. (I could even see them being in each other's weddings ... of course that is many many MANY years from now, but that is just the bond that I see happening between them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways ... So I took them to the park on base and there were TONS of dragonflies. So being the kids that they are ... They were on a mission to catch one :) Let's just say they didn't get any ... The sound of the dragonfly's wings would scare them and they would then let the dragonfly go ... But it was SO cute to watch them try to get them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEieRECIkYI/AAAAAAAAL6Q/pfQFvG5kpe4/s1600/IMG_1969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEieRECIkYI/AAAAAAAAL6Q/pfQFvG5kpe4/s400/IMG_1969.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496817361183347074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEiePnL6LrI/AAAAAAAAL6A/ntT1JidHtD0/s1600/IMG_1974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEiePnL6LrI/AAAAAAAAL6A/ntT1JidHtD0/s400/IMG_1974.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496817336259849906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEifBAuQmWI/AAAAAAAAL6Y/PDST3wvN4e4/s1600/IMG_1975+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEifBAuQmWI/AAAAAAAAL6Y/PDST3wvN4e4/s400/IMG_1975+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496818184928401762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-8098706668973526477?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/8098706668973526477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=8098706668973526477&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/8098706668973526477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/8098706668973526477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-capture-black-white.html' title='You Capture: Black &amp; White'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEieRECIkYI/AAAAAAAAL6Q/pfQFvG5kpe4/s72-c/IMG_1969.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-1593023607242252785</id><published>2010-07-21T07:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T07:40:49.163-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Let the Picture do the Talking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEbcoMGK_NI/AAAAAAAAL54/COtpWViSOiA/s1600/cartoon37.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEbcoMGK_NI/AAAAAAAAL54/COtpWViSOiA/s400/cartoon37.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496322978252258514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-1593023607242252785?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/1593023607242252785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=1593023607242252785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/1593023607242252785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/1593023607242252785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/07/let-picture-do-talking.html' title='Let the Picture do the Talking...'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LOlfayBsLck/TEbcoMGK_NI/AAAAAAAAL54/COtpWViSOiA/s72-c/cartoon37.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-7960632231310001274</id><published>2010-07-20T10:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T13:17:04.703-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='air force'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>5 Weeks to Go!</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness, where has the time gone?!?! Today I am 35 weeks preggo with baby *J* and I just cannot believe how fast this pregnancy has gone by. I am in awe that in just 5 short weeks I will be holding my little man! I cannot wait to see what he looks like, all his little toes and fingers, just how much hair he has, how big he is... I am really hoping he comes slightly early or on time and not a week late like his older sister! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few weeks have been rough! Heartburn is RIDICULOUS and it seems like Pepcid doesn't control it all the way like it did for a while!! I swear I can eat a bottle of Tums in two days!!! I am to the stage where it hurts ... EVERYTHING hurts. It hurts to stand...It hurts to sit. It hurts to walk...It hurts to move in general!! I can't sleep well at night, I am moody and lash out at my poor husband. I am so over the heat! If I could walk around naked the rest of my pregnancy I would happily do it! I know in the end it will all be worth it ... When I see my sweet baby boy's face all the bad memories will go away and I will love him and for a split second think "Hey, that wasn't so bad!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly think that I am done having babies after this one. With all the stress leading up to this one in the weeks to come I don't think I want to go though it again. Hunk is going on a two week TDY from Aug. 1-14 and hello my due date is Aug. 24!!!!! I love my husband and I fully support his career in the air force but sometimes it really peeves me off to no end! I plan on doing nothing but sitting on my couch those two weeks with my legs TIGHTLY closed! I just pray I DO NOT go into labor while he is gone! That is like worst case scenario for me right now!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this feeling that I will have him Aug. 20th ... I don't know why but my gut is telling me that the 20th is going to be a big day. Not getting my hopes up but it would be neat if it happened that way :o) I am just so anxious for him to be here and for our family to be complete. I will have my little girl and my little man!! Eeeek, can I just fast forward time.... Please?!&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-7960632231310001274?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/7960632231310001274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=7960632231310001274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/7960632231310001274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/7960632231310001274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/07/5-weeks-to-go.html' title='5 Weeks to Go!'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-8696255050581309606</id><published>2010-07-17T08:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T13:18:12.989-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='air force'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>Making of a Military Wife</title><content type='html'>A good friend, and fellow blogger, Jessica of &lt;a href="http://jessicalynnwrites.blogspot.com/"&gt;Justagirl and Her Officer&lt;/a&gt; posted this amazing poem about military wives. When I read it, it instantly made me cry. It's so crazy to think about just how much military wives go though for their men! Trust me I would not trade my life for anything. I love being a air force spouse. I love supporting my husband through all the trials that the air force throws at us. And yes sometimes it is VERY hard times, but we always come out on top and our relationship is so much stronger!! I have heard so many times from my civilian girl friends that I am so strong and they don't know how I do it, but to me it's life. There is nothing that I can do to change it so I just have to suck it up, put a smile on my face and move forward. This is the life that I chose and I love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways ... I am rambling ... I wanted to share the poem with you. That was the point of this blog I swear! LOL. I hope you love it and it moves you just as much as it did me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Making of a Military Wife&lt;br /&gt;Author: Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the good Lord was creating Wives, he was into his sixth day of overtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An angel appeared and said, "You're having a lot of trouble with this one. What's wrong with the standard model?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Lord replied, "Have you seen the specs on this order? She has to be completely independent, but must be sponsored to get on post; have the qualities of both father and mother during deployments; be a perfect hostess to 4 or 40; run on black coffee; handle emergencies without a manual; be able to handle flu, birthdays and moves around the world; have a kiss that can cure anything from a child's torn Valentine to a husband's weary day; have the patience of a saint when waiting for the Unit to return home; and have six pairs of hands."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel shook her hand slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands... no way!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Lord answered, "Don't worry, we'll make other military wives to help. Besides it's not the hands that are causing the problem, it's the heart. It must swell with pride in her husband, sustain the ache of separations, beat on soundly when it's too tired to do so and be large enough to say, "I Understand" when she doesn't, and 'I love you' regardless."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve gently. "Come to bed... finish this tomorrow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't," said the Lord. "I'm so close to creating something unique. Already I have one who heals herself when she's sick, can feed three unexpected guests who are stuck in the area due to bad weather, and can wave good-bye to her husband, from a pier, off a runway and understand that it is important to his country that he leaves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel circled the model of the military wife very slowly. "It's too soft," she sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But tough," said the Lord excitedly. "You cannot imagine what this woman can do or endure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can it think?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can it think? It can convert 1400 to 2 p.m."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek. "There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not a leak," said the Lord. "It's a tear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's it for?" asked the angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's for joy. Sadness. Disappointment. Pain, loneliness and pride!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are a genius," sighed the angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord looked somber and replied, "I didn't put it there."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-8696255050581309606?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/8696255050581309606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=8696255050581309606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/8696255050581309606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/8696255050581309606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/07/making-of-military-wife.html' title='Making of a Military Wife'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-3079553820081584768</id><published>2010-07-16T18:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T18:53:46.667-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>5 Simple Rules for Happiness:</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;1. Free your heart from hatred. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. Free your mind from worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. Live simply. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Give more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. Expect Less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-3079553820081584768?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/3079553820081584768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=3079553820081584768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/3079553820081584768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/3079553820081584768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/07/5-simple-rules-for-happiness.html' title='5 Simple Rules for Happiness:'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-2245506176156420229</id><published>2010-07-16T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T16:27:32.820-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>I really need to start...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;BLOGGING MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear this is the start of a ton more blogs to come!! It might not be every day ... heck it might not be every week, but I promise that I *will* start blogging more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come across things all the time and say to myself "I need to share that" and never do. I could kick myself ... But this is a new start and I will I will I will start blogging :o)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-2245506176156420229?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/2245506176156420229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=2245506176156420229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/2245506176156420229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/2245506176156420229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-really-need-to-start.html' title='I really need to start...'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-494284576778578345</id><published>2010-05-07T09:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T13:19:42.332-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five for Friday'/><title type='text'>Five for Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;A good friend and fellow blogger of mine Jessica at &lt;a href="http://jessicalynnwrites.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jesstagirl and Her Officer&lt;/a&gt; does a weekly post called Five for Friday and it's one of the CUTEST things I have ever seen done on a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Friday she lists five things she loves about her hubby!! So cute right?!? Well today I decided to start it :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love the way you reach over and cuddle with me in the morning when you aren't ready to get out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;2. I love how much you love our daughter.&lt;br /&gt;3. I love when you lean over, kiss my belly &amp; talk to Little Man.&lt;br /&gt;4. I love it when you cook me dinner.&lt;br /&gt;5. I love it when kiss my forehead for no reason and the butterflies it gives me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-494284576778578345?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/494284576778578345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=494284576778578345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/494284576778578345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/494284576778578345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/05/five-for-friday.html' title='Five for Friday'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612812607614660734.post-662514842571450615</id><published>2010-05-06T09:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T13:20:20.163-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heat'/><title type='text'>Summer Heat, ALREADY?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;DAMN IT'S HOT. Sorry to start off this blog that way but it's true! It's not even June yet and we have seen temps in the 90s almost on a daily basis for about a week now. It's kinda crazy! I dread going anywhere durring the day because I know that I will swell up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being preggo in the summer is NOT fun! You are already hot because you are cookin' a baby and then you have to deal with the heat &amp; humidity! I would rather stay in side and be a hermit then venture out durring the day and risk the swelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should have planned this pregnancy a lil better. I had Little Miss in early Aug. 2007 and about DIED then. I told myself to NEVER get pregnant to where I would be big and preggo in the summer again, but as we know that is now happening again &amp; this time I have to go ALL THE WAY to the END of Aug. which is the worst in the South!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad b.c I know Littel Miss hates sitting in the house all the time and there are things that I would love to take her do. Like right now Lane Packing has their strawberry picking and I want to take her SO SO SO bad ... I know I will probally just deal with the heat one day and take her lol. (It will make for some uber cute pics lol) And then of course I want to let her plan in her pool but the house we are in now has like NO YARD so it's hard to find a spot to put it. Once we get into the new house I will be able to set it up in the backyard :o) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea, summer heat SUCKS and the humidity does not make it any better. I am already ready for fall! Can we just fastforward to the end of Aug? Please?!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/612812607614660734-662514842571450615?l=armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/feeds/662514842571450615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=612812607614660734&amp;postID=662514842571450615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/662514842571450615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/612812607614660734/posts/default/662514842571450615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armendingerpartyof4.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-heat-already.html' title='Summer Heat, ALREADY?!'/><author><name>Brooke Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05425239839551635692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kA6K_FCpsDI/TfZ698GLjVI/AAAAAAAAMO4/_m_NMb1ZCRM/s220/207523_521913006990_199900880_30644684_5300716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
