<?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-1541810715546581146</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:01:45.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose Daughter</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-197151490861385924</id><published>2008-04-16T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T08:06:32.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/SAYSxH5kvTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w25h0cDz6Ss/s1600-h/100_1694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/SAYSxH5kvTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w25h0cDz6Ss/s320/100_1694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189856255734496562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids watching Daddy play a video game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/SAYSxn5kvUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7CXiK1KO4a8/s1600-h/100_1705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/SAYSxn5kvUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7CXiK1KO4a8/s320/100_1705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189856264324431170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Daughter helping Big Guy put together an Indiana Jones Lego's set I got him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/SAYSx35kvVI/AAAAAAAAAF8/F9sgNRAIoQg/s1600-h/100_1700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/SAYSx35kvVI/AAAAAAAAAF8/F9sgNRAIoQg/s320/100_1700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189856268619398482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Man and big Guy watching TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, I've finally gotten some time to write, we've been busy running around, cleaning, moving furniture, and just being a family.  He's fixed his car already, it runs now, so he's able to drive his own car.  He's been fixing things around the house, little things that I couldn't get to stay on (like the panel on the bottom of the stove to stay on) and the bathroom shower fixture that was threatening to  break.  You know stupid things that I was to busy with other things to bother with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's back to work, well half days doing all sorts of family reintegration classes and medical screenings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been going really well for him and I.  Computer time has lessened for the both of us, and he's really being patient with the kids and spending quality time with them.  They of course have him wrapped around their finger.  We were at T@rget last night and the kids saw a Thom@s the Train bed set and a Princess sheet set, and of course they got all happy.  I just turned to walk away, of course I've dealt with their wants before.  But he happily went over and got them their new toys.  I don't mind though, it brought a smile to his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, that's about it, thanks for all the support, things are going really well.  We have our vacation to New York City all planned out and I'm sooooo excited about it.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-197151490861385924?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/197151490861385924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=197151490861385924' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/197151490861385924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/197151490861385924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/SAYSxH5kvTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w25h0cDz6Ss/s72-c/100_1694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-8074688627623034732</id><published>2008-04-11T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T13:44:57.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Home</title><content type='html'>He got home 3:30 AM Friday morning, he caught a ride with a friend so we wouldn't have to wake the kids so early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today he's started fixing things, things that have been lying undone for awhile now.  lol  Didn't take him all that long really.  But more importantly he got his Jeep running, so now we are no longer relying on just my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight we have a military group meeting at church, and Big Guy is taking Crazy Daughter bowling, that's all she can talk about right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the good wishes, I'll write more later, when I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-8074688627623034732?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8074688627623034732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=8074688627623034732' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/8074688627623034732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/8074688627623034732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/hes-home.html' title='He&apos;s Home'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-6819672933780536770</id><published>2008-04-09T08:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T08:58:53.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R_zmtNr1dVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/mwntjMQGQQg/s1600-h/100_1686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187274535265989970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R_zmtNr1dVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/mwntjMQGQQg/s320/100_1686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 PM on Saturday night, stomach flu.  Oh the fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And on other news, ok, so not wordless wednesday, I'm still waiting for work from Rear-Detachment about news of my husband.  I know for a fact he's in Kuawaitt and is/was supposed to flying out today, but I've heard nothing.  And I'm a bit frustrated, our frg has told us next to nothing, all the information I've gotten has been from Big Guy.  So supposedly I'm supposed to pick him up tomorrow, but couldn't tell you when, he said he'd be okay to walk hom, "It's not that far from the hill to home", and I guess in combat terms, a mile really isn't that far to walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But soon, just a bit frustrated and anxious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-6819672933780536770?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6819672933780536770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=6819672933780536770' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/6819672933780536770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/6819672933780536770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R_zmtNr1dVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/mwntjMQGQQg/s72-c/100_1686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-1010591094662920071</id><published>2008-04-03T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T19:46:02.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Energy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well the day is almost over, it's 9:30 PM, one kid is asleep and I am praying the other will soon be. And I'm sitting here, in front of the computer feeling like a deflated balloon. Parenting my kids this week has been difficult at best and then the times like these, when Crazy Daughter is constantly getting up and out of bed, I feel like I'm going to drive myself to the hospital's psyche ward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to top it all off, my vacuum cleaner won't suck anymore. I'm trying to clean the house for Big Guy to come home to, and I can't vacuum up the dirt. At some point you just have to curl up in a ball and laugh. At least dirt is better than sand right. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But other than the cleaning, I believe we are ready to have him home, I bought some Mt. Dew (the unofficial drink of the Army), chips, salsa, and a myrraid of other assorted food items that I don't normally eat. In fact, I haven't bought soda since he left, over a year ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm trying to stay busy, to keep my mind preoccupied on other things. Tomorrow night our church is having a dinner and singing group. It probably won't be my cup of tea singing wise, but there will be plenty of hands there to hold my kids, and I won't have to cook dinner, that is always a plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, here's a picture of me and the kids, a friend just got some new camera equipment so I was volunteered to be her test subject. If only my daughter would have cooperated.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185215832886965570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R_WWU9r1dUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/OPSiIXhgkhg/s320/IMG_0751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-1010591094662920071?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1010591094662920071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=1010591094662920071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/1010591094662920071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/1010591094662920071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-energy.html' title='No Energy'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R_WWU9r1dUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/OPSiIXhgkhg/s72-c/IMG_0751.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-5407424720263721216</id><published>2008-04-01T13:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T13:35:08.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Things</title><content type='html'>Not much happening here this week.  And in all honesty, I'm just trying to stay sane and not let the kids get on my nerves.  It's an incrediably short time till my husband comes home, Can't say just when, but soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the saddest news of all, on March 29th, when the guys should have been at the FOB packing up, their Comander sent Alpha company out on patrol.  Two guys were killed in action and two were critically injured.  It makes me incrediably sad and honestly upset that this far into things, our men were killed.  Their replacements are there, yet ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, my emotions are running the gammet, I'm scared, terrified, hopful, longing and just wish this deployment would be over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And other randomness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Fairly Normal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsnormalaboutyouandwhatsnotquiz/normal.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You scored 70% normal on this quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most people you are normal in some ways...&lt;br /&gt;But you aren't a completely normal person. You're a little weird too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why You Are Normal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You eat the frosting first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer a good meal to a good nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find the Macarena to be the more embarrassing dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer fiction to non fiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would rather be pale than tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why You Aren't Normal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If given the choice, you would choose to have more time over more money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would not eat meat from a cloned animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rather screw someone over than be screwed over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are no longer with your first love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer flat potato chips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsnormalaboutyouandwhatsnotquiz/"&gt;What's" Normal About You... And What's Not?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-5407424720263721216?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5407424720263721216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=5407424720263721216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/5407424720263721216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/5407424720263721216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/random-things.html' title='Random Things'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-1070892095968802650</id><published>2008-03-26T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T05:32:38.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R-pCMNr1dTI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5bR7n4lWUdM/s1600-h/100_1666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182027098842559794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R-pCMNr1dTI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5bR7n4lWUdM/s320/100_1666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When yogurt is used as a hair gel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-1070892095968802650?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1070892095968802650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=1070892095968802650' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/1070892095968802650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/1070892095968802650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2008/03/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R-pCMNr1dTI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5bR7n4lWUdM/s72-c/100_1666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-2729804113342719653</id><published>2008-03-22T08:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T08:55:14.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R-UrWtr1dRI/AAAAAAAAAFE/s_yWZ6oPJZA/s1600-h/100_1607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180594615580194066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R-UrWtr1dRI/AAAAAAAAAFE/s_yWZ6oPJZA/s320/100_1607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ally with her bear family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R-UrW9r1dSI/AAAAAAAAAFM/HNLza1FvINk/s1600-h/100_1601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180594619875161378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R-UrW9r1dSI/AAAAAAAAAFM/HNLza1FvINk/s320/100_1601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ally taking Little Man's picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring Break is over, well it will be on Monday when all the kids have to head back to their respective schools. Even though my kids are not in school quite yet, we've been affected, all, well most of our activities have been cancelled this week. No play group, no PWOC on Tuesday morning, and no Awana on Wednesday nights, it's been a bit disruptive, our schedule has been off. But come Monday, things will be back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember back when I was younger, Spring Break held such wonder and excitement for me. I always prayed that it would be sunny and warm enough so I could wear shorts and try to tan my pale white legs. But as growing up in Michigan goes, it never did, it was always cool, and no spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never went to one of those wild spring break places, I'm glad since they seem to be all about drinking and partying. But in college I was always working, never had the time or the money for that matter to enjoy the week off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week we spent quite a bit of our time outdoors, it was sunny, though a bit windy (living on the plains will do that). I've gotten to know some of my neighbors, yes I've lived here two years and don't know my neighbors all that well. I find it difficult to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, let me just be honest, there is a whole lot of gossip going on amongst neighbors. And I'm not all that comfortable with it, I don't really want to know who is pregnant while their husband is away or who's having soldiers spend the night while their husband is deployed. So maybe this is why it took me so long to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Daughter is sleeping so much better, though she's beginning to notice the crushed up Melatonin, I've told her it's sugar. Smart girl. So I am praying that this keeps up and I won't have to fight with her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Man is now not wanting my bed, he wakes up in the middle of the night, still not understanding that he can walk to my room and want to lay back down in his own bed. Though I still need to be in there until he falls asleep. But what an improvement two days can make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all your help and your comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-2729804113342719653?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2729804113342719653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=2729804113342719653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/2729804113342719653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/2729804113342719653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R-UrWtr1dRI/AAAAAAAAAFE/s_yWZ6oPJZA/s72-c/100_1607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-4707744725482221947</id><published>2008-03-20T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T19:42:55.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallelujah She's Asleep</title><content type='html'>I want to say thank you for all your help with suggestions for my daughter.  I wanted to get her up really early this morning, but I was tired.  So we went to Wal-Fart and got some melatonin supplament , took out the lamp that was in her room for when she had her fear of the dark and put in three night lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent most of the day outside, so I don't know if it was the fresh air, allergies, running around or the melatonin I slipped into her milk, but she passed out on the floor at 7:40 PM this evening.  I was overjoyed, it was the most wonderful feeling in the world, well almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wether all these things will continue to work remains to be seen, but for now, I'm so excited.  And what you ask will I be doing with my free time tonight?  Why I'm going to bed, because my allergies have kicked in and I'm exhausted and have a sinus headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So goodnight to all, and happy dreams.  And one final, Hallelujah, she's asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-4707744725482221947?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4707744725482221947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=4707744725482221947' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/4707744725482221947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/4707744725482221947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2008/03/hallelujah-shes-asleep.html' title='Hallelujah She&apos;s Asleep'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-361805070535254999</id><published>2008-03-19T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T20:27:51.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep, Daughter, Sleep</title><content type='html'>Okay folks, I am at my whits end with Crazy Daughter, it's 10:20 PM here, and my daughter is still not asleep.  She went down at 8 PM, it's been two hours of her getting up with every request under the sun, countless changes of clothes, wanting her flip flops.  I've taken away her privledges of watching Tom and Jerry cartoons (they are her absolute favorite) for tomorrow, and this last time I've threatened to take away the entire day of TV, and I'm so ready to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke her up at 7:30 AM this morning, and yes that is early for her and no she's not a morning person.  But what else can I do????  I can understand her being excited about her daddy coming home really soon but this is utterly rediculous and I am quickly loosing my patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions?  I mean, what else can I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-361805070535254999?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/361805070535254999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=361805070535254999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/361805070535254999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/361805070535254999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2008/03/sleep-daughter-sleep.html' title='Sleep, Daughter, Sleep'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-8220111080778097217</id><published>2008-03-18T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T09:47:43.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Grass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R9_rk5sy5lI/AAAAAAAAAE8/u5zbjcbSvAM/s1600-h/100_1595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179117115695883858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R9_rk5sy5lI/AAAAAAAAAE8/u5zbjcbSvAM/s320/100_1595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The grass is starting to get green.  This is a picture of my backyard, well ok, not my backyard, it's the side yard.  My backyard is mud, pure churned up mud thanks to my dog runing and barking at the neighborhood kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward towards spring, I am sick of all the colds and windy blustery days.  I want spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was one bright sunny spot on my day.  Last night was a bit tiring, whatever headway we had made on the bedtime routein, was pretty much gone last night.  Crazy Daughter was up countless times with every excuse you could think of, changed her clothes twice, lost her TV privledges for today with the exception of a two hour Tom and Jerry break.  She didnt' go to bed until 11 PM, I believe I was frustrated beyond anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And despite headway in the not sleeping with mama, I got both the kids in with me about 3 AM.  My alarm went off at 6, took my shower and then dried my hair, not really being careful about being quiet.  And it worked, woke both the kids up, early for them, but gosh darn it, they are going to be tired for bed tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-8220111080778097217?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8220111080778097217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=8220111080778097217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/8220111080778097217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/8220111080778097217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2008/03/green-grass.html' title='Green Grass'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R9_rk5sy5lI/AAAAAAAAAE8/u5zbjcbSvAM/s72-c/100_1595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-4124972919044116134</id><published>2008-03-17T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T07:03:29.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy day to me</title><content type='html'>Today is my 7th wedding aniversary, so I thought I would enjoy looking at some photos of my wedding.  I really can't believe it's been 7 years already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R95qPJsy5iI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4qHHX_fyQxk/s1600-h/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178693430057035298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R95qPJsy5iI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4qHHX_fyQxk/s320/friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friends, &lt;a href="http://www.ondragonflywings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dragonfly &lt;/a&gt;is in the yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R95qPpsy5jI/AAAAAAAAAEs/bj2V2Z-0S9g/s1600-h/Fred+%26+Rachael.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178693438646969906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R95qPpsy5jI/AAAAAAAAAEs/bj2V2Z-0S9g/s320/Fred+%26+Rachael.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ok, let me say, we look so young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R95qP5sy5kI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kNcnkAksiS0/s1600-h/The+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178693442941937218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R95qP5sy5kI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kNcnkAksiS0/s320/The+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls.  My sister is in the other yellow dress 7 months pregnant with her daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And so despite it being St. Patrick's Day and my anniversary, it's really just a regular day for us here on the windy plain's of Kansas.  Big Guy is still gone, but due back in a couple of week or so.  So really nothing special today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But on a positive note, Little Man slept in his own bed last night, all night long.  Can you bleieve it!!!! The first time since December.  Woo hoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-4124972919044116134?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4124972919044116134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=4124972919044116134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/4124972919044116134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/4124972919044116134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-day-to-me.html' title='Happy day to me'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R95qPJsy5iI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4qHHX_fyQxk/s72-c/friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-9058720981311433644</id><published>2008-03-13T20:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T20:42:33.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Huge</title><content type='html'>Okay, my newest crazy, spurr of the moment craft project is making a quilt for Crazy Daughter for when she gets her new Big Girl bed.  She is currently in the futon right now but when we move to Texas (I dread thinking about that move) this summer we are going to get her a real bed.  I looked at comforters in the store and they were crazy expensive and cheesy if you ask me.  So why not, I've made one before, no big deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BTW, the one I made before was a lap quilt, my Mom and I took an Amish Quilt class and everything was done by hand as the Amish would do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found a pattern that said it was super easy, all you needed to get for the front of the quilt was 20 1/4 yard blocks.  I found some remnant fabric cheap so yeah, goody I'm on my way.  Let me tell you all, I should have looked at the measurements before deciding on the "Twin" quilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It fits my bed, well a bit shorter than I would like and I'd be fighting for the covers if my husband were home.  But it's huge.  This was supposed to be for a twin bed, not anything bigger.  Holy cow, now I've got the front part done, but I'm going to get material for the backing so I can start quilting.  I guess this can be an heirloom she keeps forever right.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my big ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R9nyf5sy5hI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Jcs9JOBk35o/s1600-h/100_1587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177435876517668370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R9nyf5sy5hI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Jcs9JOBk35o/s320/100_1587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know this picture doesn't do it justice, but it's hard to get the size and the detail of the fabric.  Nothing really coordinates, but I like the crazy quilt style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-9058720981311433644?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/9058720981311433644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=9058720981311433644' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/9058720981311433644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/9058720981311433644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-huge.html' title='It&apos;s Huge'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R9nyf5sy5hI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Jcs9JOBk35o/s72-c/100_1587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-5964358818418001214</id><published>2008-03-11T19:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T19:56:03.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R9dEspsy5gI/AAAAAAAAAEU/lJaZ-acsTHs/s1600-h/100_1577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176681830584346114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R9dEspsy5gI/AAAAAAAAAEU/lJaZ-acsTHs/s320/100_1577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Perfection...  Honestly what could be better to find in your living room couch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are finally starting to feel human, it's been a long week of sickness, coughing and going through at least two Kleenex boxes and counting.  Crazy Daughter has been staying in her own bed the past couple of nights, but Little Man, we are still working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an epiphany this week, I've started putting the kids to bed at the same time.  What took me so long really, I don't know.  But since Little Man is now in a toddler bed, it just seemed easier than waiting for him to sleep and then putting Crazy Daughter down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our routine, Pj's, TV off, reading books, brushing teeth, Potty (and Little Man has been using it sooo much more lately!!!!), collecting assorted blankets and stuffed animals and getting rooms ready for night time.  Kids give each other hugs and kisses, Crazy Daughter in her bed, and then I sit in the rocker in Little Man's room with the door open and wait for the quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know why I haven't done this sooner, but it's really working, even when Crazy Daughter gets up, Little Man doesn't pitch a fit and start crying, he knows I'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm breathing a sigh of relief, bedtime is becoming a routine, as it should be.  I just hope it stays this way when Big Guy gets home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-5964358818418001214?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5964358818418001214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=5964358818418001214' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/5964358818418001214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/5964358818418001214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2008/03/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R9dEspsy5gI/AAAAAAAAAEU/lJaZ-acsTHs/s72-c/100_1577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-6148918233701050911</id><published>2008-03-08T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T11:10:46.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Yet Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.montypythonsspamalot.com/media.php#"&gt;Not Yet Dead&lt;/a&gt; is the way I'm feeling right about now. And yes I've been singing this song in my head all morning. This cold is really kicking our rear ends this week. Since Tuesday we've not been out of the house but once to get some more cold medicine. And the house looks like it too, the living room is full of toys that haven't been picked up, the dishes are piling up and the laundry, *sigh*, the laundry is becoming ridiculous there is so much to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Crazy Daughter has had a fever on and off, off right now, but now she's got a wicked cough and runny nose. Little Mister has been so congested he's been fussy at night. And for the past week, they've both climbed into bed with me and hacked all night long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I've been hit the hardest I think, my throat feels so raw, my nose is red from blowing, and I'm almost out of the cold medicine. Not to mention the sinus headache that has been plaguing me this week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK, enough of me complaining. This too shall pass, sooner rather than later I hope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not sure if March is dragging by or moving quickly, but we're expecting Big Guy home the beginning of April. Crazy Daughter has started a list of what she wants her daddy to do when he gets home, take a walk on the trails, get her dolly that's behind the entertainment center, fix a mired of things. It's cute really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I have something I'd like to say, if you all could keep &lt;a href="http://www.ondragonflywings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dragonfly&lt;/a&gt; in your prayers. She's going through a lot right now, being sick and preparing for The Sgt's deployment soon. It doesn't seem to matter what number deployment it is, it's always difficult each and every time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so here's to hoping we can make it to church tomorrow morning, not only do we have to contend with getting ready and out of bed, but the time changes tomorrow too. at least it will be lighter later in the day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-6148918233701050911?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6148918233701050911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=6148918233701050911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/6148918233701050911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/6148918233701050911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2008/03/not-yet-dead.html' title='Not Yet Dead'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-4824095915663304278</id><published>2008-03-04T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T19:08:58.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickness</title><content type='html'>Well, whatever has been going around, we finally got hit with today.  Little Man has had a fever on and off, but I just associated it with teething, he has molars coming in.  But Crazy Daughter woke up this morning with a burning fever.  All day she laid on the couch, and as some of you may have guessed, that is just not normal for her.  Any time she's not moving, it's not normal.  And I've managed to slip some liquid pain meds into her juice, it's easier than fighting with her to open her mouth.  And I've been hit with digestive issues, constantly running to the bathroom (we'll leave it at that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Guy, despite him being across the pond, has been hit with health issues, he has an ulcer in the eye.  Sounds gross doesn't it?  Basically it's just a hole in the cornea from where something irritated it.  At first they told him he was going to have surgery, but now they've given him drops and it's already improved 50%.  So for the rest of March till they leave for Kuwait, he'll be sitting his room at the FOB (forward operating base), being bored out of his mind because he's already shipped back everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday is one of our busy days, and instead we just all laid about watching Tom and Jerry cartoons, drinking lots of liquids and sleeping when the need hit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside, I've switched the rooms around, I've taken the suggestion of putting Little Man into a toddler bed.  And currently he's asleep in it, progress, but we'll see once 1 or 2 AM hits.  And though he won't go to bed by himself, yet, all I have to do it sit in the rocking chair with my Ipod on and eventually he goes out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though I would love to stay up and think of more things to talk about, my headache just won't let me.  We'll see how tomorrow goes, we do need to get out, we're out of Tylenol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-4824095915663304278?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4824095915663304278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=4824095915663304278' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/4824095915663304278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/4824095915663304278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2008/03/sickness.html' title='Sickness'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-5582683817345583805</id><published>2008-02-29T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T12:18:02.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Firsts Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a meme of Firsts from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://michellekemperbrownlowwrites4kids.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-firsts.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My Semblance of Sanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; .  Had fun thinking of my firsts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Who was your FIRST prom date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well my date, nope didn’t have a date for either of the two.  My senior year I went with my three friends.  Much better than going with a date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Do you still talk to your FIRST love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nope, don’t see him, don’t talk to him, rather forget he existed.  It wasn’t a happy ending for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. What was your FIRST alcoholic drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Probably something like Mike’s Hard Lemonade.  I’m into the fru-fru drinks, not into that hard liquor stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. What was your FIRST job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well probably babysitting, but my first real job was working at Studio 28 working the concessions stand.  What was really great was I got two free tickets to any movie I wanted to see and 1$ popcorn combo each time.  My friends also loved me too, I went to so many movies that year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. What was your FIRST car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well the first real one I bought was a red 1995 Chevy Corsica, I got this my first year in college after the exhaust system fell off my old blue Junker, while I was driving on the highway.  Man that was a lousy car, it had a sunroof and I had to duct tape it shut, it leaked.  That red car was great, had it for nearly 7 years before we sold it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Who was the FIRST person to text you today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The only person who would isn’t here, and that would be my husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Who was the FIRST person I thought of this morning? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Probably my kids, praying that they would stay asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;8. Who was your FIRST grade teacher?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mrs. McKeller, I don't remember much, but I remember thinking on the first day, when I was told I was going to be there all day long, I literally thought, we're eating dinner here too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;9. Where did you go on your FIRST ride on an airplane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was two years old, flying from Florida to Michigan with my grandma after my mom gave birth to my sister.  We were moving back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;10. Who was your FIRST best friend and are you still friends with them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dragonfly, we’ve known each other since kindergarten, and lived less than a mile away from each other.  And we’re more like sisters than friends now, kept close through college and now through military moves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;11. What was your FIRST sport played?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gymnastics, my parents have pictures of me, I believe I was 3, walking on the balance beam.  Long hair in ponytails, concentrating so hard on not falling.  Only did that for a couple of years, not very athletically inclined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;12. Where was your FIRST sleep over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Probably my cousins house in Port Huron, we were always driving the three hours to visit my mom’s family.  My sister and I were in awe of them, A &amp;amp; D were older, dressed nicer, and were able to watch things we weren’t allowed to watch.  Though we were never as close as we could have been, I guess that’s what living three hours away does to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;13. Who was the FIRST person you talked to today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well do you have to move your lips?  I got up before the kids so I talked to my hubby online this morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;14. Whose wedding were you in the FIRST time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My high school friend’s in 1997, we had these horrid satin pink dresses with dye able pink heeled shoes to match.  Oh yeah, it also had a butt bow.  That was one ugly dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;15. What was the FIRST thing you did this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Push the button on the coffee pot to make coffee.  Then turned on the computer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;16. What was the FIRST concert you ever went to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, the first one I have memory of, DC Talk &amp;amp; Michael W Smith.  I went with Dragonfly and a couple of other friends.  Her mom, Crazy Grandma J drove us all in a large van with blankets in the back.  Come to think of it, that’s probably illegal now.  We had an awesome time, of course we were in the nose bleed seats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;17. FIRST tattoo or piercing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Got my ears pierced when I was 8, second hole when I was in high school.  My first tattoo when I was, well in my 20’s March of 2006.  Second Tattoo one year later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;18. FIRST foreign country you went to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, this is sooo exciting, (scarcasm).  Canada.  My Grandma B took my sister and I and our other cousin Bradly when we were 10 or so.  The Blue Water Bridge is in Port Huron, so just a stones throw across the river.  But honestly there’s not much to do over there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;19. What was your FIRST run in with the law?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;May 2005 when we were driving from Tennessee back home to Texas.  We had been driving all night long It was about 3AM and at night in Texas the speed limit drops from 70 to 65, I guess I had “forgotten” to drop my speed. Got pulled over and was given a warning.  I believe I pulled the we were coming home from block leave after my hubby returned from his 1st tour in Iraq.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;20. When was your FIRST detention?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never had detention, I was a good girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;21. What was the FIRST state you lived in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Michigan, cold boring Michigan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;22. Who was the FIRST person to break your heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That would be the same guy who was my first love, Jonathan.  We dated in college for two and a half years.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;23. Who was your FIRST roommate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I lived in the dorms for one whole semester, had a roommate, Amy.  She was a slob, I thought I was messy, I hold nothing on this girl.  Left dirty dishes EVERYWHERE.  Her closet, which she had two by the way, was literally overflowing with clothes and other stuff she was hiding.  After that semester, I moved home and became a commuter student.  Amy failed out of that semester of college and didn’t come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;24. Where did you go on your FIRST limo ride?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, this may be sad, but my first limo ride was last July at a Stampin Up convention (I’m a demonstrator).  It was raining HARD, and we had to travel to a hotel with our projects, they had to stay dry.  So the bellhop got us a cab for a two minute drive to the neighboring hotel.  He didn’t even charge us for the ride, but we tipped him anyways.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-5582683817345583805?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5582683817345583805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=5582683817345583805' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/5582683817345583805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/5582683817345583805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2008/02/firsts-meme.html' title='Firsts Meme'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-2431936775190355268</id><published>2008-02-29T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T05:30:52.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrid Night of Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I had a horrible night last night, and I’m sitting here typing this, I just feel really down and depressed and would just like to cry really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Little Man had a fever from teething, so he just wouldn’t go down in his own bed, frustrating and I’m just at the end of my rope dealing with this not sleeping in bed thing.  So I just lay him down in Mommy’s bed and he goes to sleep on his own.  Which brings up another issue, do we take him out of his crib now or wait until after we move to Texas?  Would he sleep in his own room just in a big bed?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But go out to Crazy Daughter, we read some books and then we brush our teeth, we can’t go into my bathroom because of Little Man, so we use the other bathroom, and of course Crazy Daughter notices Little Man is in Mommy’s bed.  Crazy Daughter just doesn’t go to bed; I lay down with her, on her tiny toddler bed and still no falling asleep.  So I tell her (I’m such a pushover) if she goes into mommy’s bed to sleep mommy is going to sleep in the living room on the couch.  Honestly I just can’t sleep with the two of them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jump to 11:30 PM, after countless times of getting up she finally wakes up Little Man.  I’m of course, beyond upset now, I’m tired, and I am beginning to understand what those mothers feel when they want to hurt their children.  I lay down at the end of the bed and after much moving around, they fall back asleep.  And I sleep at the tiny edge of the bed, being kicked by my daughter.  Not a good night of sleep at all.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My alarm goes off at 6 AM and I just want to get out of bed and have my coffee and spend some time praying, to get my attitude set for the day.  But honestly I just want to crawl back into bed, my own bed, with no kids, and cry myself to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Big Guy is online but he’s preparing to go on a mission tonight, so he’s in that “mode” not really talking, just there online.  And honestly would I want him any other way right now?  He does need to be prepared to go out on the streets of Iraq, where bad guys want to hurt him.  So I’ve told him what happened last night, but I haven’t related how I’m feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s funny, after nearly a year on being on antidepressants; you would think my depression would be gone.  I’ve been in counseling, life actually has been better, it’s just we are nearing the end of the deployment.  I am so done being the single parent, dealing with these kids every day, day in and day out.  I want him home, I want him to be the dad and take some responsibility and help with the kids, help with the housework.  And I guess I’m frightened that when he does come home, he won’t.  I mean let’s face it, he is going to be dealing with a lot, being gone a year and coming back to a house that has changed, kids have grown up, and a wife who has changed and won’t deal with the same crap as she would have before he left.  It’s got to be difficult on them too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So maybe I’m stressing over the whole process, dealing with living together again.  Not to mention working on the whole pain, crap, that has become our marriage.  Learning to trust again and him learning to be trustworthy again.  It’s a lot of pressure, on both of us.&lt;br /&gt;So that’s what is going through my head this morning.  I’m drinking lots of coffee, trying to deal with the major lack of sleep from last night.  Praying and getting back in line with God so this day will be better than last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-2431936775190355268?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2431936775190355268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=2431936775190355268' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/2431936775190355268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/2431936775190355268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2008/02/horrid-night-of-sleep.html' title='Horrid Night of Sleep'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-7787994026152665221</id><published>2008-02-26T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T19:58:47.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music and Memmories</title><content type='html'>I was listening to the radio yesterday and a song came on that I hadn’t heard in years. Go West Young Man, by Michael W. Smith, it brought me back to my thirteenth birthday party where I received the tape as a present. For some reason, that song will forever be linked to that period in my life; sleeping outdoors in a tent with 5 or so other girls, playing poker with candy and then the candy wrappers. It got me thinking, what other songs have a vivid memory. So here’s my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go West Young Man, Michael W. Smith&lt;/strong&gt;. 13th birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Shack, B 52’s&lt;/strong&gt;. I know that sometimes this song is overplayed, but this clearly brings back senior prom, 1996. I went with my friends Dragonfly, and two others (I can’t come up with any cute aliases right now, and I don't remember who Happy, Sleepy and everyone was. Help me out dragonfly). We drew names to see who would buy who a corsage. And we danced all night long, caffeinated up on Squirt. When I hear that song, it brings me back to that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen.&lt;/strong&gt; For two summers I worked up at our Church camp, cooking and cleaning. I really enjoyed the friends I made, though cleaning toilets during juniors week, boys should really learn to aim better. But when the guys and we girls went out in the church van, for whatever activity we had that night, we listened to a mix tape someone put together. And this song was one on there. When I hear it I’m instantly back in the van, driving down the bumpy dirt road, watching the guys go completely crazy with singing and air guitars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zombie, the Cranberries&lt;/strong&gt;. This is a Princess Leia song, I believe we were in high school at the time (that would be about 94’ or so) driving in the car, singing our little hearts out. I had such a wonderful time in high school with my friends, such freedom, and looking back, such a short time it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bullet with Butterfly Wings, the Smashing Pumpkins&lt;/strong&gt;. It was my sophomore year of college in my American Literature class (modern literature I think) that my professor Dr. Stevens gave us a list of songs and the lyrics, to write a short paper on. He had U2 (his favorite band and always incorporated the lyrics into his lectures) Nirvana, Nine Inch Nails, and a couple of others. This is the song I choose based solely on the lyrics. I hadn’t heard the song before, but the words were quite interesting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there could be more, but can’t think of many right now. So please give me yours. I would love to hear all your stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-7787994026152665221?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7787994026152665221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=7787994026152665221' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/7787994026152665221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/7787994026152665221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2008/02/music-and-memmories.html' title='Music and Memmories'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-2660823060855563652</id><published>2008-02-26T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T05:00:25.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Daughter's World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R8QMqnG1BGI/AAAAAAAAADs/12nFicjh3bU/s1600-h/100_1552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171272198319834210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R8QMqnG1BGI/AAAAAAAAADs/12nFicjh3bU/s320/100_1552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Self portriate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R8QMrHG1BHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/GYhqk3-5IhA/s1600-h/100_1549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171272206909768818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R8QMrHG1BHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/GYhqk3-5IhA/s320/100_1549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy's Making me a dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R8QMrXG1BII/AAAAAAAAAD8/wJU5AgbzG8U/s1600-h/100_1550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171272211204736130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R8QMrXG1BII/AAAAAAAAAD8/wJU5AgbzG8U/s320/100_1550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R8QMsHG1BJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xBdOF8GoeSM/s1600-h/100_1551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171272224089638034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R8QMsHG1BJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xBdOF8GoeSM/s320/100_1551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R8QMsXG1BKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sgvaTbarF4g/s1600-h/100_1568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171272228384605346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R8QMsXG1BKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sgvaTbarF4g/s320/100_1568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, this one I took, but isn't my little man precious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Life is busy this week, it's always the begning of the week that is crazy.  But time goes by quickly when your busy, right?  So I only have to make it through march and a bit of April before Big Guy comes home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How is your week been going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-2660823060855563652?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2660823060855563652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=2660823060855563652' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/2660823060855563652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/2660823060855563652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2008/02/crazy-daughters-world.html' title='Crazy Daughter&apos;s World'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R8QMqnG1BGI/AAAAAAAAADs/12nFicjh3bU/s72-c/100_1552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-6448364373436388208</id><published>2008-02-22T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T06:08:45.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Normal</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about this for the past couple of weeks now.  I am sitting here in my living room with my son on my lap, watching cartoons and blogging.  And what do I hear outside, artillery booms from the range somewhere nearby.  And this is normal for us.  Sometimes the blasts are so powerful they shake the windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is is strange that I pay no mind to gun blasts anymore, lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is normal for you?  Love to hear your comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-6448364373436388208?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6448364373436388208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=6448364373436388208' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/6448364373436388208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/6448364373436388208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2008/02/normal.html' title='Normal'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-8023347793443124365</id><published>2008-02-21T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T12:02:16.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooo Tired</title><content type='html'>It seems that this entire week, I have just been dragging, exhausted, tired and whatever other adjective you can use.  I don't remember if I have been saying anything about getting my kids to sleep in their own beds.  The past couple of weeks, they have been waking up and climbing into bed with me.  Little Man of course, still being in his crib, just won't go back to sleep in his own bed.  I sit and cuddle with him, he seems to relax and I go to lay him down, and he wakes up.  As many as four times in one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night we got back from Awana, get the kids ready for bed, and lay ean down, supposdely sleeping, and five minutes later he starts crying.  Okay no problem right, just let him cry for a bit and he'll eventually calm down.  45 minutes later he's still going at it, it's nearing 10:30 and Crazy Daughter hasn't gone down yet.  I'm near tears, so I just bring them all into my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I got the worse night of sleep in my life.  They don't do well sleeping together, laughed and talked till nearly 11:30.  Around 2, I've finally had it with the kicking, the cuddling up to me that I head into the living room to sleep on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the result of that wonderful night of restless sleep, I'm cranky, I'm exhausted, and it seems I am being a bad mother today.  The kids are as tired as me, Crazy Daughter has had at least 3 episodes of temper tantrums.  And it's only 2 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone out there who has dealt with this kid issue of wanting to sleep with you.  Big Guy comes home mid April and sleeping in our bed isn't going to be an option.  And it seems the less sleep I get at night, the more cranky I get during the day, which makes the next night even more stressful to get them to sleep.  Any suggestions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-8023347793443124365?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8023347793443124365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=8023347793443124365' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/8023347793443124365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/8023347793443124365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2008/02/sooo-tired.html' title='Sooo Tired'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-2399014993876658148</id><published>2008-02-15T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T10:08:34.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun, Fablous, Fantastic, Freaking Fantablous Friday</title><content type='html'>I'm in an extremely silly mood today, it has to do with the lack of sleep I am expierencing this week.  I am trying to reteach my kids that they have to sleep  in their own beds.  We've all gotten into the bad habbit of coming in with mama in the middle of the night.  I'm so over that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... Back to the fun Friday.   You know you are going to have a fun, fablous, fantastic, friday when you hear this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;em&gt;"Mama, Little Man made a poopy in the bathtub"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the fun of finding a brown turd floating in the bathtub mixing in with the kids and all their bath toys.  Yep, a wonderful day today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-2399014993876658148?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2399014993876658148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=2399014993876658148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/2399014993876658148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/2399014993876658148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2008/02/fun-fablous-fantastic-freaking.html' title='Fun, Fablous, Fantastic, Freaking Fantablous Friday'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-1305885464297718450</id><published>2008-02-11T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T11:18:30.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R7CfE3G1BFI/AAAAAAAAADk/95MBNbEf59I/s1600-h/100_0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165803678454842450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R7CfE3G1BFI/AAAAAAAAADk/95MBNbEf59I/s320/100_0067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was Monday (just in case you've forgotten what day it is) and Crazy Daughter had playgroup. So Little Man and I had a date. We normally go to &lt;a href="mailto:W@l-m@rt"&gt;W@l-m@rt&lt;/a&gt;, and get some groceries, but I'm sick of that store and so we went to &lt;a href="mailto:T@rget"&gt;T@rget&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little boy is so different when he isn't with his sister, so inquistative, quiet, full of wonder as we walked down the toy isle. We were looking for a present for Big Guy, he'll be home sooner than I know it and I want to have something for him to do that first night. Because of the time change, I know he'll be awake late into the evening. I had been seeing commercials (thanks to all the kid shows we watch) for the new Indiana Jones Legos, Big Guy loves Indi and is super excited abou the new movie coming out. So we got the new Legos Indi set. Hope he likes it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we took our time meandering through the isles, he got all excited when we walked by the movie isle and he saw a Tom @ Jerry cartoon video. Not able to pry it from his tight little fists, I bought the 5.50$ movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next stop on our date was a short drive over to &lt;a href="mailto:P@ner"&gt;P@ner&lt;/a&gt;@ Bread, I got all excited getting out of the car, walked over to the bakery case and started pointing to all the muffins and cookies. He picked out a rather large chocolate chip cookie, and I got my coffee and spinach and bacon souflee. We sat down and he started making eyes with an older couple the next table over. He makes people smile so easily, it just warms my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as all things have to end, so too did our date. We got back in the car and headed back to town to pick up Crazy Daughter and life began normal again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-1305885464297718450?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1305885464297718450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=1305885464297718450' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/1305885464297718450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/1305885464297718450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-date.html' title='My Date'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R7CfE3G1BFI/AAAAAAAAADk/95MBNbEf59I/s72-c/100_0067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-1783137334888996174</id><published>2008-02-06T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T11:32:20.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Domestication</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R6oIi8G11qI/AAAAAAAAADc/UcxdTjgMw7k/s1600-h/100_1506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163949319077090978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R6oIi8G11qI/AAAAAAAAADc/UcxdTjgMw7k/s320/100_1506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes that is bread rising in my oven, six loafs and some rolls.  I can't believe it myself, but I've started  baking my own bread, this one is whole wheat and oatmeal.  I'll start the oven in a couple of minutes so in about an hour I'll have fresh warm homemade bread.  Who knew I could actually cook.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've kind of got on this health kick, you know in that ever present battle to loose weight.  So I've been watching my sugar contents and trying to eat more fresh things.  Though I was thwarted by cookie dough....  Sunday at church they were having a fundraiser by selling cookie dough, so I bought two tubs, sugar cookie and chocolate chunk.  And I broke down and made the sugar cookies on Sunday.  Oh sooo good.  Such weak will power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It snowed last night, oh, about a foot of the cold white stuff on the ground.  You know when we were kids, snow had such a different feel.  I mean this, we didn't have any of the responsibilites as we do now, as adults.  I shovelled, I am grateful I actually bought one this year.  For 30 minutes I heaved the cold white stuff, such a not fun expierence.  Cursing the driveway and it's slope and it's legenth.  Why did we have to get such a long driveway?  I guess that is one thing about Texas I will be grateful for, no snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm off to bake my bread, yumm, fresh warm bread and strawberry jelly.  I'm in heaven right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-1783137334888996174?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1783137334888996174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=1783137334888996174' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/1783137334888996174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/1783137334888996174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2008/02/domestication.html' title='Domestication'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R6oIi8G11qI/AAAAAAAAADc/UcxdTjgMw7k/s72-c/100_1506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-6050122966616266353</id><published>2008-02-04T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T05:27:14.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 AM</title><content type='html'>Ok, so my alarm went off at 6 am this morning, and I actually got up.  Okay well I hit the snooze button only once.  But I am actually enjoying getting up before the flurry of kids and activities in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me point out right here, I am not a morning person, not by any stretch of the imagination.  I enjoy sleeping in, I was a great sleeper in college, sleeping till nearly 10 or eleven on the weekends.  I aparently get grumpy (so friends and family tell me) when I get tired, so intrupting my beauty sleep to get things done in the morning is shocking my friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a list of the things accomplished between 6 (okay 6:10) and 7 this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Started a load of laundry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;made coffee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wrote 3 cards to various family that I have been putting off for awhile now&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got a box to mail out to &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.ondragonflywings.blogspot.com"&gt;Dragonfly&lt;/a&gt;, complete with the customs form&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Balanced checkbook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went through a stack of papers on my desk and sorted them.  Filled the bills.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enjoyed my coffee and cereal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wrote out grocery list for trip to grocery store&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listened to Evanescence without the sound of cartoons or running kids in the background.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pretty darn good, huh.  So I guess my sacrifice of sleep is paying off in being more organized and maybe a bit more sane throughout the day.  I'm not sure about getting up at 5, which was my origional goal, so I could exercise.  But I'll stick with this 6 thing.  I do so love the quiet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-6050122966616266353?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6050122966616266353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=6050122966616266353' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/6050122966616266353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/6050122966616266353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2008/02/6-am.html' title='6 AM'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-6106695497364421300</id><published>2008-02-02T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T05:07:09.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecomming</title><content type='html'>I got a letter from the Commander about when to expect Big Guy to come  home.  The 6th of February will be one year from the day he left.  It's hard to believe that a year has gone by without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mid April is when I'm supposed to expect him, I haven't heard anything from our FRG (family readiness group) but I have up on expecting any real information long ago.  We'll get a call 24 to 48 hours ahead of when to expect them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finish reading the letter and my stomach has that feeling, oh how to describe it, like I've just been given bad news.  Now don't get me wrong, I do want to have him home, the kids miss him awfully bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in his absence, we have a  routein, we are comfortable with the way things are.  Granted I get driven insane most days, but I know what to expect when the morning arrives.  That will all change when he gets home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change, I hate change.  You would think an army spouse would be used to change seeing as we've moved quite a bit.  And the only constant thing in the army is change.  But this time, him coming home is more difficult than the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we will have to live together, and deal with the whole past year, two years of hurt and pain.  When he left we didn't leave our marriage in the greatest of shape.  Now we will come back together two really changed people, and really have to get to know each other once again.  I guess the uncertainity of the future is scary, not knowing how our lives will turn out, is frightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he's coming home and life will begin again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-6106695497364421300?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6106695497364421300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=6106695497364421300' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/6106695497364421300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/6106695497364421300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2008/02/homecomming.html' title='Homecomming'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-5656090372749428469</id><published>2008-02-01T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T05:12:03.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Things Meme</title><content type='html'>I read &lt;a href="http://thereeweare.blogspot.com/2008/01/two-things.html"&gt;Wherever Ewe Go's&lt;/a&gt; post today and it was a meme of two things.  So here's mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Two names you go by: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelly and Mama.  Shelly isn't my real name, it's a name given to me by &lt;a href="http://www.ondragonflywings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dragonfly &lt;/a&gt;in high school and has stuck ever since. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Two things you are wearing right now: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow stripped flannel pants (because at 6 am, it's cold in the living room) and a sweater I grabbed from my bedroom as I staggered out of bed this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Two things you would want (or have) in a relationship: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust and friendship.  Without those two, do we really have a chance to make our marriage work? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Two of your favorite things to do: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shop without KIDS, alone with a friend perferably, oh and of course have money to spend.  Spend time with my friends, unfortunately both live so far away right now.  Grrr... Dragonfly you had to move to Germany.  (love you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Two things you want very badly at the moment: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slippers, my feet are cold.  No seriously, an afternoon at a bookstore, a large bookstore, with no crazy children running around or a husband saying are you ready to leave yet?  But I'll settle for a clean house, could you send the cleaning fairy this way??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Two pets you have/had: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a dog name Buffy (seriously, that was his name.  We never changed it) in elementary school.  He kept running away though and making messes in other people's yards, so we had to get rid of him.  And our dog here, Holley or as I like to call her, Crazy barkey dog.  We got her the summer before Big Guy went to boot camp so I wouldn't be so lonely.  I love her to death, if only she wouln't bark to much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Two people you think will fill this out: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.....  hopefully someone will... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Two things that you did last night: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surffed the internet and listened to music.  Last night it was &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Natural-Selection-Fuel/dp/B0000C8AXF/ref=pd_bbs_sr_4?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1201870306&amp;amp;sr=8-4"&gt;Fuel&lt;/a&gt;.  Good band, really like them.  And did bills, oh the joy and fun in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Two things you ate today: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't eaten yet today, it's only 6:30 am.  But I intend to eat a slice of homemade bread with strawberry jelly and coffee.  Yummm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Two people you last talked to: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well actually talked to, my mom, I miss her and wish we wern't so far away.  And my friend Sunshine (not her real name, but she's alwasy upbeat and happy).  Her little boy probably has a cataract on his left eye, and has probably been there since birth (he's 2) and even if they remove it may not see out of his left eye.  Yet despite all that, all the worries and fears, she has such a positive attituide.  Such an example for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Two things you're doing tomorrow: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's Saturday tomorrow, we need to get some hand soap for Dragonfly, and since I really don't want to go to the grocery store (the stupid Superbowl is Sunday and it will be mass and utter chaos there) we'll probably go to the mall.  And not much else, we don't lead such an exciting life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Two longest car rides: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving from Michigan to Texas with an infant, dog, hauling a U-Haul trailer filled with Christmas presents because in-laws always over buy for the kids.  But it was okay, because I had my friend with me.  Thanks for keeping me sane on that trip, Dragonfly.  And lots of other long car rides to Michigan to visit family, driving is such a common thing for me these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Two favorite holidays: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;, not because we get all this &lt;em&gt;stuff&lt;/em&gt;, but because I am usually with family and friends.  It's one of the few times each year we are all able to get together, friends and family.  Though, it's tough dealing with sleeping arrangements (kids sleeping in with me, sleeping on couches, etc.) but at least I have a loving and supportive family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Halloween&lt;/strong&gt;, because I get to make a costume for my kids.  It also gives me a reason to get dressed up too.  I love to sew fun things, and any reason to make a princess dress for my daughter is reason to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Two favorite beverages: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee, I have just recently become a coffee addict, I'll blame my father for that one.  I got my nice coffee grinder and coffee pot for Christmas a year ago.  What would I do without my morning coffee....  And raspberry lemonade Crystal Lite, I've given up soda, so my alternative is a low calorie, sugar free drink.  And I love the little water bottle packets they make now, great way to spice up boring water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Two people no longer alive who you'd like to talk to:  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandpa Young, he died when I was in college and I don't think I ever really got to know him.  He was such a stoic man, kept to himself much of the time and very independent.  I would love to talk to him about his childhood and his time over in WWII.&lt;br /&gt;Princess Leia's nephew, he died about 7 years ago of cancer.  He was so young, maybe 5 or 6, but I would love to talk to him, to have him describe heaven for me, through a child's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so that is my list, I'm glad I did it, you know there are just some things you don't think about every day, I like questions that make me think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm off to make some of that coffee and toast, yummm.   Before my little kiddos wake up and the day starts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-5656090372749428469?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5656090372749428469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=5656090372749428469' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/5656090372749428469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/5656090372749428469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2008/02/two-things-meme.html' title='Two Things Meme'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-5207917017793364755</id><published>2008-01-30T20:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T20:23:27.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday: Through the eyes of a child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R6FMqcG11mI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3j65hlq0oak/s1600-h/100_1470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161490939926402658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R6FMqcG11mI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3j65hlq0oak/s320/100_1470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R6FMq8G11nI/AAAAAAAAADE/S9EOi4P64wE/s1600-h/100_1471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161490948516337266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R6FMq8G11nI/AAAAAAAAADE/S9EOi4P64wE/s320/100_1471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R6FMrcG11oI/AAAAAAAAADM/O_94N1QoKAg/s1600-h/100_1473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161490957106271874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R6FMrcG11oI/AAAAAAAAADM/O_94N1QoKAg/s320/100_1473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R6FMrsG11pI/AAAAAAAAADU/6w1yesgjPq4/s1600-h/100_1475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161490961401239186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R6FMrsG11pI/AAAAAAAAADU/6w1yesgjPq4/s320/100_1475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures curtosy of my 4 year old daughter.  Isn't it interesting on what captures their interest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for all your comments about the "what not to say" post.  And I think we do need to have a post that says "what to say".  But give me a bit to think on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-5207917017793364755?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5207917017793364755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=5207917017793364755' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/5207917017793364755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/5207917017793364755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2008/01/wordless-wednesday-through-eyes-of.html' title='Wordless Wednesday: Through the eyes of a child'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R6FMqcG11mI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3j65hlq0oak/s72-c/100_1470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-1456054982995770672</id><published>2008-01-26T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T15:38:45.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What not to say...</title><content type='html'>to a deployed spouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this in my email from a friend today, she copied it from another blog.  Sorry I don't know whose, would love to give her credit.  I thought it fitting with &lt;a href="http://www.ondragonflywings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dragonfly&lt;/a&gt;'s husband's upcoming deployment.  I know that it is difficult to understand the military spouse, its a tough job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WORST THINGS YOU CAN SAY TO A WOMAN WHOSE HUSBAND IS DEPLOYED&lt;br /&gt;(I didn't write this, but definitely agree!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the other day I was talking with a friend whose husband is also currently deployed and we started talking about the most annoying things that usually well-meaning people say to us regarding deployments. We agreed that we are always polite in our responses and that we realize that the offending person usually had only the best of intentions. But here's what we came up with as the things we get asked or told that really make our skin crawl. They're not in any particular order. Feel free to add some of your own in the comments as you wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "Aren't you afraid that he'll be killed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(This one ranks in at number one on my "duh" list. Of course we're afraid. We're terrified. The thought always lingers at the backs of our minds---but thanks, you just brought it back to the front. Maybe next you can go ask someone with cancer if they're scared of dying.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; "I don't know how you manage. I don't think I could do it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Though this is really annoying, I feel bad about mentioning it because I know that it is intended to be a compliment. Still, it's not like all of us military wives have been dreaming since childhood of the day we'd get to be anxious single moms who carry cell phones with us to the bathroom. We're not made of some mysterious matter that makes us more capable, we just got asked/told to take on a challenging job and we rose to the challenge.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"At least he's not in Iraq."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(This is the number one most annoying comment for my friends whose husbands are in Afghanistan. As one friend put it, "What do they think is happening in Afghanistan? A huge game of golf? Guys are fighting and dying over there, too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "Do you think he'll get to come home forChristmas/anniversary/birthday/birth of achild/wedding/family reunion, etc?"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(Don't you watch the news? No. They don't get to come home for any of these things. Please don'task again.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What are you going to do to keep yourself busy while he's gone?"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(Short answer: Try to keep my sanity. Maybethere's a military wife out there who gets bored when her husband leaves, but I have yet to meether. For the rest of us, those with and withoutchildren, we find ourselves having to be twopeople. That keeps us plenty busy. We do getlonely, but we don't get bored.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"How much longer does he have until he can get out?"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(This one is annoying to many of us whether ourhusbands are deployed or not. Many of our husbands aren't counting down the days until they "can" get out. Many of them keep signing back up again and again because (gasp!) they love what they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"This deployment shouldn't be so bad, now that you're used to it."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(Sure, we do learn coping skills. And we figureout ways to make life go smoother while the guys are gone. But it never gets easy and the bullets and bombs don't skip over our guys just becausethey've been there before. The worry never goesaway.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"My husband had to go to Europe for businessonce for three weeks. I totally know what you're going through."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(This one is similar to number two. Do not equate your husband's three week trip toLondon/Omaha/Tokyo/etc. with a one-year deployment to a war zone. Aside from the obvious trip length difference, nobody shot at your husband or tried to blow him up with an I.E.D., your husband could call home pretty much any time he wanted to, he flew comfortably on a commercial plane, slept between crisp white sheets and ate well, paying for everything with an expense account. There is no comparison. We do not feel bonded to you in the slightest because of this comment and, if anything, we probably resent you a bit for comparing a combat deployment to a business trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Don't you miss him?"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(Like number one, this one gets a big "duh" from me. Of course we miss our husbands. If we didn't, we'd get divorced.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Where is that?"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(I don't expect non-military folks to be able to find Anbar Province on a map, but they should know by now that it's in Iraq. Likewise, know that Kabul and Kandahar are in Afghanistan. Know that Muqtada al Sadr is the insurgent leader of the Mahdi Army in Iraq and that Sadr City is his home area. Know that Iran is a major threat to our country and that it is located between Afghanistan and Iraq. Our country has been at war in Afghanistan for six and a half years and at war in Iraq for four years. These basic facts are not secrets; they're on the news every night and in the papers every day ---and on maps everywhere. You've had time to learn it. Do your part by at least knowing what is going on.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE WORST THINGS YOU CAN SAY TO A WOMAN WHOSEHUSBANDS COMBAT TOUR HAS BEEN EXTENDED &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; updating my list of things not to say. Onceagain, feel free to add your own "don't says" in the comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;"At least he's not in Iraq."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Once again, this one tops my list. If you've just found out that your husband's 12-month tour is going to be more like 15, you really don't care where he's not. All you know is that he's not AT HOME. And, once again, they're not playing a huge game of croquet in Afghanistan. There's a big ugly war there, too.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;"Well, at least he'll still be home for Christmas/Easter/anniversary/birthday/familyreunion/football season."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Right. Thanks. That's what I was worried about. Forget IED's, I've been staying up at night crying because I was afraid he might miss Granny's birthday. Whew. Thanks for putting my fears at ease.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;"That's not so bad - only five/six/seven/etc. months to go!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(This is the one that women whowere within sight of the end of the year-long tour have to hear. Sure, maybe he'll be home bySeptember, but he was SUPPOSED to be home in MAY! This one is almost as bad as...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;"...You've gone this long, what are a few more months?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Screw you. That's really the only response I can think of for that one. If it's not so bad, why don't you and your husband (or wife) switch places with us?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;"What are you going to tell the kids?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Idunno. Let me see what Dr. Spock suggests on this one. Wait, you mean he doesn't have a chapter titled "Mommy and Daddy Weren't Lying to You, I Promise," or, "Daddy's going to miss your birthday again this year." Not in the book? Well, I guess I'll just have to tell them the truth.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;"That is so unfair."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Yes, it is. I'll be sure to alert the fairness police. Maybe they can file a report.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;"Can't they send someone else?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Hey, nowthere's a thought. Maybe we should send all those soldiers who've just been sitting around for the last six years polishing their weapons? Oh wait, there aren't any. Americans decided that this war was only the responsibility of the people who volunteered for the military and there just aren't enough volunteers. Wanna go see a recruiter?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;"At least he's still getting combat pay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Not much I can say to that besides that it makes me ill.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;"Oh, I hate that he's going to miss Cousin Katie's wedding."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(You have any idea how manysoldiers will be missing THEIR OWN weddingsbecause of tour extensions? Trust me, of all the things he's disappointed about, Cousin Katie'swedding hasn't even entered his mind. I hate that he's going to miss EVERY FREAKIN' THING that happens in our lives for three more months.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; "What will you do to stay busy until he gets home?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Let's see, I can spend hours on holdtrying to cancel the cruise that I booked for us and then more hours trying to wrestle the cruise company into giving us a refund. I can call allthe people who had planned to visit us and tellthem to postpone their trips. I can stay up atnight consoling kids who are too young tounderstand why their daddy still isn't home, and then stay up even later trying to console myself. And I can spend a few more hours waiting in line at the post office to send more care packages. I don't think I'll get bored.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"OH that can't happen he needs to come home now"!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(What? Excuse me? Do you think we have that choice? This one might not be as common but this seams to come out of the mouth of my mother a lot.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;"I heard on the news that they are trying to get soldiers home early, I think he is going to be one of them, (or) do you think he will be one of them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Again, what? Excuse me? First of all don't believe anything you hear on the news, they only tell you what you want to hear. And no they aren't coming home early, they are on orders. If anything they will keep them there longer! STOP ASKING!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-1456054982995770672?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1456054982995770672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=1456054982995770672' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/1456054982995770672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/1456054982995770672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-not-to-say.html' title='What not to say...'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-6459442598677439853</id><published>2008-01-25T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:29:35.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Things....</title><content type='html'>Stupid things I've done today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Take Cold Medicine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  Now normally this isn't a dumb act on my part, but when I fail to read the box, yeah, that's stupid.  Stupid generic cold medicine, whatever Little Man had, he kindly gave me.  So I took some generic cold stuff I had and low and behold, I'm drowsy.  It's generic Benedryl.  Go figure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Fall Asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  I fell asleep on the couch while Little Man took a nap, for two hours.  Not smart.  I wake up to this, she has completely changed her clothes, a plate with a half eaten bagel complete with grape jelly (the jar is completely empty), milk on the table and floor as she tried to poor herself a glass.  Red construction paper cut into pieces, she was practicing her cutting skills.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Leave candy where Crazy Daughter can get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  I bought some candy for Big Guy, I can only find it in Michigan, so I bought about five bags.  We are now down to four bags.  Oh tonight should be fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its been a tough morning, Little Man has been cranky and whiny but really is feeling better.  I think the Benedryl has left my system, I'm  not so muddled.  It can only get better, right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-6459442598677439853?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6459442598677439853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=6459442598677439853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/6459442598677439853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/6459442598677439853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2008/01/stupid-things.html' title='Stupid Things....'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-2991016768915646766</id><published>2008-01-22T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T13:52:26.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up on the Times....</title><content type='html'>You would think I would have found this out before today, but nope, I am not as computer savy as I would like to think I am.  How many of you use google reader, how really neat and wonderful to check on things getting updated.  And why haven't I found this before today.  *Sigh*  So hopefully now I'll be able to read more blogs, faster and easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Man is sick, he had a fever the past couple of nights, which meant, he was in bed with me.  I really don't mind one of the kids in my bed, because they have their side and I have mine.  But when both get in, I get no sleep at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about 7 PM, both kids fall asleep on the couch, get Crazy Daughter in bed, keep Little Man out with me (because he's in that fitful sleep and won't go to sleep on his own).  He and I head to bed around 9, really early for me, but I seem to have this premonition, it will be a fitful sleep for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 AM.....  Crazy Daughter's door opens, the hallway floods with light, mama I have to go potty.  For the next hour she's up and down, using every possible excuse to get up, I need water, Where's my bear?  I'm cold.   So about 3 AM I said fine, just climb into bed.  I believe we finally all fell asleep around 5 or so.  And where did I sleep?  I gave up and laid at the end of the bed with a pillow and blanket with my feet off the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need a good night of sleep, I need Crazy Daughter to sleep in her own bed.  Maybe tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-2991016768915646766?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2991016768915646766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=2991016768915646766' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/2991016768915646766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/2991016768915646766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2008/01/up-on-times.html' title='Up on the Times....'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-8441699972476752923</id><published>2008-01-17T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T20:00:37.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When it Rains....</title><content type='html'>Today it started pouring in my life.  I know I haven't posted much this past week, writing makes me think and I didn't want to think about stuff yet.  It's just been a depressing week, nothing happened, just reality starting to come on home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Guy is coming home in about three months, don't get me wrong, I am happy to see him come home.  But I am also nervous about living with him again, by April we'll not have seen each other for a year.  I've gained so much independence from this deployment, and I've done quite a bit of growing, personally.  Let me just say that his past year, our marriage has hit rock bottom, if it wasn't for the grace of God, I wouldn't be married today.  So I'm nervous about our future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today...  My in-laws are flying down from Michigan on Saturday to pick up his car so they can drive it back and sell it.  I knew the battery had died, so I went out to jump it (after many frustrating attempts to get close enough so the cord would reach) in 6 degree weather, snowing, in my pj's.  I start it, it runs for awhile, I turn it off and try to restart, nope.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk inside the house frustrated, and five minutes later, I look out the window and see steam billowing from the hood of the Jeep.  My neighbor walks over and says "It's the radiator, see the big pool of liquid underneath the car?"  I say, "As long as it doesn't explode".  I went inside and IM'ed Big Guy "Would it be okay if we took a rocket launcher to the Jeep?"  He was less than thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So car.....  yeah, it's sitting in the driveway just the way I left it this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thirdly, we are moving.  Not that that is a bad thing, I had expected Big Guy to get orders soon.  I guess I was expecting someplace other than Texas, Ft. Hood.  We've already been there, spent three years there, and it wasn't my favorite place to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like we have a choice, but as of right now, I am not happy about this move.  I'm fighting God on this one (I'll loose, I know) but this is not where I wanted to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess tomorrow Big Guy will find out dates of when we are moving, I'm expecting it sometime this summer.  And I had a trip planned in june or july to Germany to Visit Dragon Fly, and what do you bet that this move will mess up those plans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-8441699972476752923?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8441699972476752923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=8441699972476752923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/8441699972476752923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/8441699972476752923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-it-rains.html' title='When it Rains....'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-7861326247142530354</id><published>2008-01-04T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T15:42:08.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Culturally Different</title><content type='html'>I spent yesterday in Shipshewana IN at a hotel/in-door water park &lt;a href="http://www.wanawaves.splashuniverse.com/"&gt;Splash Universe&lt;/a&gt;. Shipshewana is located in a predominately Amish/Mennonite area, so much so the restaurant located in the hotel is run by the &lt;a href="http://www.amishcountry.org/destinations/bluegaterestaurant?cid=restaurants"&gt;Blue Gate Inn&lt;/a&gt; located in town and employes local Amish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was in the water park, near the front just sitting holding Little Man, I noticed three ladies at the glass watching the crowd. And I stared back, watching them. All three I assumed worked at the restaurant, wore plain colored dresses, hair pulled up into a bun covered with a white hat and black socks and shoes. I wondered what must they think of us? All these young women wearing next to nothing bathing suites, walking around in the close proximity of men. We must all be heathens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is such a difference of culture, that I really never take notice of. Every so often I will people watch and see what people wear, are they conservatively dressed? And there is the every so often, What were they thinking, person. But I always wonder about other households, did their parents really let them outside the house in that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we just stared at each other through the glass, both of us religious (I assume), both young women, possibly married with children, yet so vastly different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a picture of drunken Han Solo, he's passed out on the floor. Dragonfly, I don't have any of Leia, I didn't take as many as I would have liked. But enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R37DNX1JVHI/AAAAAAAAACk/ayFZ14bLLTw/s1600-h/100_1282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151769658261066866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R37DNX1JVHI/AAAAAAAAACk/ayFZ14bLLTw/s320/100_1282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R37DQn1JVII/AAAAAAAAACs/6dIxthhgwjA/s1600-h/100_1353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151769714095641730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R37DQn1JVII/AAAAAAAAACs/6dIxthhgwjA/s320/100_1353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crazy Daughter getting off the slide, She LOVED the water park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R37DTH1JVJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WRwWY6-ZwH4/s1600-h/100_1373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151769757045314706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R37DTH1JVJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WRwWY6-ZwH4/s320/100_1373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Man, not so fond of all the noise or water, this is one of the rare moments he was not clutching me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-7861326247142530354?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7861326247142530354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=7861326247142530354' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/7861326247142530354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/7861326247142530354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2008/01/culturally-different.html' title='Culturally Different'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R37DNX1JVHI/AAAAAAAAACk/ayFZ14bLLTw/s72-c/100_1282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-713584862979841060</id><published>2007-12-31T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T18:51:39.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drucken Friends</title><content type='html'>First off Thanks for everyone for your support.  I feel much better about family now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's currently New Year's Eve, not even 10 PM yet, and my friends are pretty much all drunk.  I am sitting here on the couch next to, well we will call him Han Solo, the husband of Princess Leia a friend of &lt;a href="http://www.ondragonflywings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dragonfly &lt;/a&gt;and mine since about fifth grade.  He's pretty wasted, talking about work, making funny comments, and falling off the couch.  And it is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I normally don't condone getting drunk, but on this one night of the year where I actually drink a little (and only a little because it doesn't take much to get me pretty wasted), it's the entertainment of the evening.  We all wish we had a video camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Little Man's birthday party, his actualybirthday isn't until the 8th, but most everyone has new years day off.  It should be a  fun time, my father is making a deep fried turkey, and for those of you who haven't eaten one before, it is incrediably yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*  I gotta love drunken entertainment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-713584862979841060?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/713584862979841060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=713584862979841060' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/713584862979841060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/713584862979841060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/drucken-friends.html' title='Drucken Friends'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-8381511355474891455</id><published>2007-12-29T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T19:17:30.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family * Sigh</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I haven't been on in awhile, being Christmas and all, family has taken up most of my time.  I've been at my in-laws most of this week and unable to really use a computer, they have only dial up connection.  And as an added bonus, my SIL was also spending the week there so we were able to spend time together.  I figured this would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to talk to Big Guy today for a bit, and apparently my SIL, we'll call her Ms Perfectionist, Perfect for short, had a bit to say about my parenting abilities.  Apparently I never played with my kids, I tried to reason with them like they were teenagers, I really should get a job and help with money, and what was I doing reading a book on D&amp;amp;D (dungeons and dragons). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had kind of a clue that she was upset with me, but she never outright said anything to me.  And in my defense, as if I need one, It's not my house, I don't know where things are.  And do I really need to spend every spare minute with my kids, with so many people in the house I figured no one would miss me for an hour or so while I listened to an audio book in the back room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I need you lecturing me about what I do or do not do?  The more I live my life, the more I just truly understand that people just do not understand what we military spouses go through, on a daily basis or any other time of the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really hurts me that she thinks these things of me, that I was judged so harshly by her.  And I don't think sitting on the floor telling Little Man to come here so I can change his poopy, stinky, smelly diaper is me reasoning like he's a teenager. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Guy was upset with his sister, and I guess they had words.  And I am proud of him for sticking up for me, I would have liked to have read that conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's my family, for better or worse right?  I am trying really hard not to just close down, and just never be open and honest with her again, that is what I would have done a couple of years ago.  And despite putting on a front of having a tough exterior, I am quite thin skinned, and what she said hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* family, can't live with them, can't leave for home yet.  What to do.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-8381511355474891455?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8381511355474891455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=8381511355474891455' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/8381511355474891455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/8381511355474891455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/family-sigh.html' title='Family * Sigh'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-3553972882785898912</id><published>2007-12-21T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T18:16:25.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers for Dragonfly</title><content type='html'>I received a call from &lt;a href="http://www.ondragonflywings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dragonfly &lt;/a&gt;today, and she could use your prayers.  She is in the hospital with an infected gall bladder and is to have surgery to remove it Sunday morning.  In a way it's a blessing because she finally has a diagnosis for the pain in her back and she will feel better soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infection has been there for six months and the incision may need to be larger than usual because the walls are thicker from the infection.  If she is able to have laproscopic surgery then she may be able to leave Sunday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sgt has next week off, as they were planning travel, so he will be able to help with Little Mister and take care of Dragonfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep her family in your prayers and that she has a safe surgery and recovery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-3553972882785898912?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3553972882785898912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=3553972882785898912' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/3553972882785898912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/3553972882785898912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/prayers-for-dragonfly.html' title='Prayers for Dragonfly'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-1374312215542448675</id><published>2007-12-21T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T06:14:35.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Dogs Dream......</title><content type='html'>I stayed up late last night to watch a movie, my dog Holley and my parents dog Maggie joined me in the l iving room and both promptly fell asleep. Holley near my feet and Maggie pulled herself up on the couch, she's a big dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am sitting watching the movie and I'm intertupted by Maggie growling in her sleep, it scared me at first. But I sat here and watched her for a bit, leggs moving, growling. It got so loud that Holley started barking back in defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it made me wonder, what was she dreaming about? Chasing a rabbit, play fighting with Holley in the back yard? Getting her tummy scratched by her Daddy? Eating people food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to think they have wonderful dreams, where they get that dog treat, and catch whatever it is they are chasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146428634500256866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R2vJk31JVGI/AAAAAAAAACc/zF7PazolUF4/s320/100_0549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Maggie &amp;amp; Holley&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-1374312215542448675?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1374312215542448675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=1374312215542448675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/1374312215542448675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/1374312215542448675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/do-dogs-dream.html' title='Do Dogs Dream......'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R2vJk31JVGI/AAAAAAAAACc/zF7PazolUF4/s72-c/100_0549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-9211424506377385729</id><published>2007-12-19T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T10:54:05.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember When...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You could shop at the mall all day long with your friends, eat lunch, try on clothes enjoy the time in an unhurried fashion?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;The kids and I went to the mall today, I only wanted to look at one store, just one.  I remember why now, I dislike taking my children along with me.  I parked at the wrong end of the mall, so we had to walk through the candy machine's, the little cars, kids can ride, and the kid play area.  All of which distract their attention; after many shouts of "Crazy Daughter, come on, we need to go, lets go guys, please, we need to go to just one store" we finally make it to the store.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was in heaven, I've missed malls, with stores I actually like to shop at.  NY and Company was having a 50% off sale, everything.  It was wonderful.  I would have spent more time looking but, unfortunately Crazy Daughter decided it was time to leave.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We stopped at Starbucks and got a cookie, we sat next to an older gentleman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crazy Daughter is punching a deflated star balloon.  People are walking by laughing at her antics.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Crazy Daughter, please sit and eat your cookie, leave that balloon alone, please don't pop it."  "Little Man please sit in your chair and stop digging in the potted tree, leave the leaves alone"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Older gentelman is sitting there laughing, talking to Little Man, watching Crazy Daughter go from one table to the next trying out each individual chair.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was so wore out by the morning, we skipped the other stop I had wanted to do and went home and ate lunch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess each season of life has different joys, and today mine was when Little Man gave me a huge hug and kiss before going down for a nap.   *Sigh* it makes up for the trying morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-9211424506377385729?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/9211424506377385729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=9211424506377385729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/9211424506377385729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/9211424506377385729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/remember-when.html' title='Remember When...'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-3838450693084546790</id><published>2007-12-17T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T12:01:51.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Wonder Land - Mission Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R2bUv31JVDI/AAAAAAAAACE/dLSXkD9Z-iU/s1600-h/100_0925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145033543223170098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R2bUv31JVDI/AAAAAAAAACE/dLSXkD9Z-iU/s320/100_0925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R2bUwX1JVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/rb8d38ymROA/s1600-h/100_0935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145033551813104706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R2bUwX1JVEI/AAAAAAAAACM/rb8d38ymROA/s320/100_0935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R2bUw31JVFI/AAAAAAAAACU/dPPYZHIByiE/s1600-h/100_0929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145033560403039314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R2bUw31JVFI/AAAAAAAAACU/dPPYZHIByiE/s320/100_0929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holiday List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1, Monday. Lights started flickering and I lit some candles “just in case”. Realized that I really need to get some flash lights and some more convenient candles that will last longer than these decorative ones. Put away all the presents I had gotten out to wrap. Prayed that power would be on the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2, Tuesday. I woke up to a freezing house, no heat, no electricity, I looked outside and it was quite beautiful, trees were “weeping” all the way down to the ground. Branches had fallen everywhere, and sounds of ice falling from the trees every couple of minutes. I started up the car (was covered with at least a ½ inch of ice) and got the kids strapped in and we just sat there, but it was warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally realized that the power wasn’t coming on today and called S to see if they were warm, spent the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 Wednesday. I spent Tuesday night in Crazy J’s full sized bed, with Little Man, complete with Diego sheets and comforter. Crazy daughter slept in Crazy J’s old toddler bed, she finally fell asleep after much crying and trying to get out of bed to “go potty, kiss K, etc.). I woke up to an uncomfortably numb arm and a really warm child on “my side” of the bed. (As if there were ever really “sides” of the bed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called housing, and power should be on by maybe midnight. Ok, sure, alright. Headed over to my house to let out Barkey Dog, and realized my freezer is leaking. So pretty much threw everything in the trash, what could be salvaged I brought back to S’s house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power went off at S’s house around 3 PM, and “possibly be on by midnight”. With Baby J (only 2 months old) we started calling everyone from church to see who might have power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove to Chapman (didn’t know where it was before that night) to A’s house, with S and her 3 kids. So…. A and her 3, my 2 and S’s 3, made for a really full house that evening. But A was quite gracious and we had dinner and a warm bed to sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 Thursday. Called my housing area and still no power, maybe on by midnight but no guarantee’s. S’s power came back on, so they left and another family from our church joined us. Her two girls watched all our kids and A and I went into town to Wal-Mart. I got shampoo, conditioner and a change of clothes, the stuff you don’t think about until you are without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5, Friday. Power was back on, yea!!!. Packed everything up at A’s and headed home. Ice had melted somewhat but it still covered half the trees. Headed to our house and workers were out chopping up broken down branches. The house was warm and power was on, but no cable or internet. I decided that we would just throw things into the car and head to Michigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6, Saturday. Arrived at 2:30 AM at my in-laws house, roads were clear and dry, but there was a snow storm that followed right behind me. We left at the right time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This entry is for Mission Monday hosted by &lt;a href="http://paintedmaypole.blogspot.com/2007/12/1-2-3.html"&gt;Painted Maypole&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-3838450693084546790?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3838450693084546790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=3838450693084546790' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/3838450693084546790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/3838450693084546790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/winter-wonder-land-mission-monday.html' title='Winter Wonder Land - Mission Monday'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R2bUv31JVDI/AAAAAAAAACE/dLSXkD9Z-iU/s72-c/100_0925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-7797776484249250061</id><published>2007-12-17T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T05:15:10.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Safely in Michigan</title><content type='html'>We are safely in Michigan now, we left Friday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our housing area finally got power Friday morning, no cable or internet, and no food in the refridgerator, I had cleaned it out on Wednesday morning.  And there was another storm coming 5-7 inches of snow expected.  So as much as I wanted to finish out the weekend with the things i had planned, I packed up the car and we headed out for Michigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived Saturday at 2:30 AM, safely and with clear roads all the way home.  The kids were excited to see Nana and Papa, and they were just as happy to have the grandkids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today we will be driving up to my parents house, and they have wireless broadband, so I will be able to use my laptop and upload some pictures.  My in-laws only have dial up.  grrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your prayers and concerns, It was an expierence, and will make great stories for the years to come.  But i'm glad to be in a warm house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-7797776484249250061?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7797776484249250061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=7797776484249250061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/7797776484249250061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/7797776484249250061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/safely-in-michigan.html' title='Safely in Michigan'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-7741834037666315948</id><published>2007-12-13T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T07:24:16.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Storm</title><content type='html'>okay, so Kansas got hit by a HUGE ice storm monday evening, and I have been without power since then.  I've been staying at a friend's house who still had power but doesn't have internet access.  She lost power yesterday so we are at a different friends house.  Called my housing office and we still don't have power and it maybe on tonight at midnight.  I'm not expecting anything at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But S has power now and we'll probably spend the night there.  Depending on if things I had planned this weekend get cancelled or not, I may leave for Michigan earlier than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just pray for safety and for the ice to melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be on for a bit, so i'll check back when i can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-7741834037666315948?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7741834037666315948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=7741834037666315948' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/7741834037666315948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/7741834037666315948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/ice-storm.html' title='Ice Storm'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-6685295683480764912</id><published>2007-12-10T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T10:54:35.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Photoshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R12K0nqzkFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/e8VMSgCzyKg/s1600-h/Ean_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142418986133327954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R12K0nqzkFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/e8VMSgCzyKg/s320/Ean_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R12KmnqzkEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HXwzUUrMFwM/s1600-h/ally+pouting_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142418745615159362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R12KmnqzkEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HXwzUUrMFwM/s320/ally+pouting_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R12KSnqzkCI/AAAAAAAAABk/ji1RHIn_GCo/s1600-h/ean+and+the+look_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142418402017775650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R12KSnqzkCI/AAAAAAAAABk/ji1RHIn_GCo/s320/ean+and+the+look_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R12J-HqzkBI/AAAAAAAAABc/iaSaoZ8IPbk/s1600-h/Ally+and+honey_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142418049830457362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R12J-HqzkBI/AAAAAAAAABc/iaSaoZ8IPbk/s320/Ally+and+honey_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is part of &lt;a href="http://paintedmaypole.blogspot.com/2007/12/sunday-morning-we-had-our-christmas.html"&gt;Mission Monday&lt;/a&gt;, to have fun with Photoshop.  I had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-6685295683480764912?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6685295683480764912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=6685295683480764912' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/6685295683480764912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/6685295683480764912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/fun-with-photoshop.html' title='Fun with Photoshop'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R12K0nqzkFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/e8VMSgCzyKg/s72-c/Ean_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-3728254306501593073</id><published>2007-12-09T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T09:51:51.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Hours of Me Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yes, I had three whole hours to myself yesterday, shocker I know. It was Mom's Day out at our church, and in spite of the freezing rain that morning, they were able to have it in the afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what did I spend my precious three hours on? Shopping at Walmart for kids Christmas gifts, a Tinkerbelle fleece throw and a 30 piece Dora puzzle for Crazy Daughter. Leapfrog Alphabet magnets for Little Man. I really do dislike Walmart, but the only other option was Target and that is located in Manhattan (yes it is really manhattan, they call themselves the Little Apple) and with the weather being awful, I decided not to brave the highway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then went to Payless Shoes, BOGO sale!!! I found a pair of toe sandles for 7$ and a pair of black (do I ever buy any other color dress shoes? lol) dress shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for the really wonderful part, I got a manicure and pedicure!!! No real reason, just did it because I wanted to. I think I got the head of the manicure department because she was wonderful. She massaged my feet and legs, and my hands and arms. I'll describe the relaxation as this, it felt almost as good as sex. And since it's been almost 9 months in that department, I was in heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's my toes!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142031880730939394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R1wqwHqzkAI/AAAAAAAAABU/2VEQ-s1zTnY/s320/100_0922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I personally think it's gross to touch other people's toes, just me I guess.  But I thank heavens that others don't have that aversion.  And yes, the nail polish is dark blue.  I don't do pink, unless I have to match a brides maides dress.  (lol, thanks Shannon)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a wonderful day, despite the weather.  and I'll get some more breaks when I leave for home in a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-3728254306501593073?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3728254306501593073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=3728254306501593073' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/3728254306501593073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/3728254306501593073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/three-hours-of-me-time.html' title='Three Hours of Me Time'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R1wqwHqzkAI/AAAAAAAAABU/2VEQ-s1zTnY/s72-c/100_0922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-8308505205744694014</id><published>2007-12-05T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T11:12:36.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I haven't Posted Much...</title><content type='html'>I have really intended to write more than I have, but honestly I've been putting it off.  Writing is the way I tend to deal with things and I guess I've just been putting it off.  And lots of other excuses too, Tin Man has been on SciFi this week, so my evenings have been spent in front of the TV, where they are ususally spent doing other things.  Really good show by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's been gloomy and cloudy this week, today's high is 38, I know, we didn't get all that snow the midwest did, so I guess I can't really complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn'g do the Mission Monday challenge Painted Maypole posted this week.  I had every intention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's me right now, procrastination, and it seems this week has been a marathon of headaches and kids getting up at 5 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll get around to it, maybe tomorrow....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-8308505205744694014?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8308505205744694014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=8308505205744694014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/8308505205744694014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/8308505205744694014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-i-havent-posted-much.html' title='So I haven&apos;t Posted Much...'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-3384432541935979549</id><published>2007-11-29T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T18:24:54.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Daughter turns 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R09ypKNw4PI/AAAAAAAAABE/x6r32AkilNI/s1600-R/Ally+1+month+old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138451751295312114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R09ypKNw4PI/AAAAAAAAABE/XG1F2oiriD0/s320/Ally+1+month+old.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crazy Daughter 1 month old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R09ysaNw4QI/AAAAAAAAABM/uIeX09xbc08/s1600-R/100_0848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138451807129886978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R09ysaNw4QI/AAAAAAAAABM/xnn_zsu8ltA/s320/100_0848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crazy Daughter today at Burger King&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't believe she turns four today.  She has changed so much and she hasn't.  She's still the child overflowing with energy, a non stop energy.   So here's to the fun filled years to come, I know that things will always be interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-3384432541935979549?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3384432541935979549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=3384432541935979549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/3384432541935979549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/3384432541935979549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2007/11/crazy-daughter-turns-4.html' title='Crazy Daughter turns 4'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R09ypKNw4PI/AAAAAAAAABE/XG1F2oiriD0/s72-c/Ally+1+month+old.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-4101347094165739260</id><published>2007-11-27T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T10:54:07.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrible Tuesday:  I can bake, really I can</title><content type='html'>I signed up to make a dozen cookies for BLT (Bible Lunch Tuesday, where the Chaplains take lunch to JC High School feed them and then they have a Bible Lesson).  I got a call on Sunday reminding me, and I would have forgotten had I not had the call. Bad forgetful Rose daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yesterday I just didn't have the sanity to make the cookies during the day and deal with the kids wanting to "help" make them.  So I waited until they were both in bed nearly 8:30 PM.  I choose a new recipe I hadn't made before, Marble cookies, with sour cream and melted chocolate, sounded good.  Everything is going well, the dough looks good and tastes yummy and I start baking them.  The come out goopy, not even remotely done, this is after 25 minutes of baking.  I'm disappointed but I can come up with something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look around the cupboards and I have everything for the No Bake oatmeal cookies, I use the remaining sugar and follow the directions.  Everything looks normal and smells like I remember them.  I spoon out the batter on parchment paper and leave to harden overnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get up this morning and find the cookies are goopy, they are not edible , well you could eat them with a bowl and a spoon, I'm not able to even pick them up.  At this point you would think I would just leave things alone and say I tried and not bring in my promised cookies.  But more than I wanted to fulfill my obligation, I wanted to prove to myself, that I really can bake.  I really can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I look around, no granulated sugar left, so normal cookies are out of the question let alone I don't have the time to bake them.  But I do have a box of cake mix, and so I find a recipe for cake mix oatmeal cookies, calls for only butter, eggs, cake mix, and oatmeal.  By this time in the morning it's 7:30 AM and we need to leave to go to &lt;a href="http://www.pwoconline.org/"&gt;PWOC &lt;/a&gt;(Protestant Women of the Church) or Bible study.  I need to get the kids dressed, myself dressed and I suppose we should eat something for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the morning, I got them done, I didn't have time to try one but at that point I really didn't care what they tasted like, as long as they looked like cookies.  I wasn't able to get a shower or eat breakfast for myself, but the kids were dressed, eaten, and we were on our way by 9:00 AM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had this happen before, where I made two completely different recipes and neither of them turn out.  Maybe I was too tired, maybe I missed something in the recipe, who knows.  But it will be awhile before I try making cookies again.  I'm all baked out for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-4101347094165739260?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4101347094165739260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=4101347094165739260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/4101347094165739260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/4101347094165739260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2007/11/terrible-tuesday-i-can-bake-really-i.html' title='Terrible Tuesday:  I can bake, really I can'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-3662870496812485899</id><published>2007-11-26T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T11:47:08.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Monday - So you want to know how to give kids a bath...</title><content type='html'>How to give kids a bath: A Mission Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. “Who wants a bath?”  Watch the kids run screaming down the hallway towards the bathroom to see who can get their clothes off the fastest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Run the water, don’t get it too hot or too cold, and add the bubble stuff.  What would a bath be without the bubble stuff?  Don’t forget to turn the water off, don’t want it too full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Finish undressing Little Man and make Crazy Daughter go potty.  Put the kids into the tub and empty the toys from the mesh turtle toy holder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Listen to the squeals of laughter as they play with cups making waterfalls, and crowns of bubbles on their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Gather towels, washcloths, brushes and combs, and clothes to change the kids into.  Don’t forget underwear and diaper.  Place a large blanket in the living room; make sure the couch is clear of clutter for Crazy daughter to wait her turn.  Place clothes and brushes nearby to get the kids dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Head into the bathroom to wash.  Lather the washcloth with soap and start with Little Man, grab his feet and legs, then wash his hands and chest.  Make him stand up to get the rest of him.  Do the same for Crazy Daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Wash hair, lay Little Man down to get hair wet.  Listen to his screams of torment as you wet his hair.  Lather with shampoo, again listen to his protests, and lay back down to rinse, you would think I am torturing this little guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Little Man will cry “eyes, eyes” use a hand towel to wipe off his eyes and as Crazy Daughter follows suit, wipe off her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Have Crazy Daughter lay down to get her hair wet, Listen to her cries of pleasure.  Sit her up and have the hand towel ready to wipe off “eyes mama, eyes”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Lather with shampoo, use liberally as she has thick and LONG hair, be sure to scrub every inch of hair and scalp.  Lay her down to rinse, wipe off eyes again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Time for conditioner; use a fair amount to fend off the tangles that will inevitably come about.  Leave in for as long as she will sit there, which isn’t long, rinse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Have Crazy Daughter pull the stopper on the tub, and have the kids pass the toys to be put away in the green mesh turtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Crazy Daughter is first, get her out of the tub, towel dry hair and wrap towel around body, pick up (this child is heavy) and carry to the living room couch.  Listen to screams of abandonment from Little Man, hurry back to him.  Get Little Man out of the tub, carry into the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Dry off Little Man, he’s shaking but is fighting getting dressed.  Puts him arms up in the air and says something to the effect “I’m naked”.  Wrestle his clothes on and comb his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Drag Crazy Daughter off the couch; pry the towel away from her.  Watch her shake and do the “I’m Naked” scream.  Dress and then…..  Hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. For the next five minutes listen to screams of torment, watch real tears roll down her face, while you brush her hair.  Wonder for the billionth time “what do you get in your hair?” and anticipate in less than a month the moment of getting her hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Kids are now dressed, clean and watching Where are You Scooby Doo.  Head into the bathroom and survey the mess.  Pick up the sopping wet bath man and run into the kitchen and into the washer.  Head back and wipe the water off the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.   Time to shower yourself, my pj’s are sopping wet and I’m tired from wrestling two kids in a bathtub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's &lt;a style="FONT-STYLE: italic" href="http://paintedmaypole.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-you-want-to-be-opera-singer-monday.html"&gt;Monday Mission&lt;/a&gt; is to write a post in the form of directions.  It's fun, try one yourself.  You can do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-3662870496812485899?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3662870496812485899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=3662870496812485899' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/3662870496812485899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/3662870496812485899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2007/11/mission-monday-so-you-want-to-know-how.html' title='Mission Monday - So you want to know how to give kids a bath...'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-5885126198085907335</id><published>2007-11-21T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T14:25:11.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R0SwMqNw4OI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PuT0SlO2OQE/s1600-h/farting+teddybear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135423206646145250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R0SwMqNw4OI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PuT0SlO2OQE/s320/farting+teddybear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-5885126198085907335?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5885126198085907335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=5885126198085907335' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/5885126198085907335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/5885126198085907335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2007/11/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/R0SwMqNw4OI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PuT0SlO2OQE/s72-c/farting+teddybear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-3175493016233502692</id><published>2007-11-20T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T14:49:04.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frantic Cleaning</title><content type='html'>Why do we alwayse feel the need to have our houses spotless when family visits?  For whatever reason, I'm cleaning, really cleaning today and tomorrow.  My paretns are driving in from michigan to visit for Thanksgiving.  And I'm procrastinating, I really don't like scrubbing, washing, and sorting.  I have a list I still need to accomplish before dinnertime tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are everyone's plans for Thanksgiving?  We are having Turkey, Green Beans Casserole, Sweet Potato casserole, stuffing, apple Pie (oh yes I still have to make that one) and crab dip.  I am so very glad my parents will be here to help cook, that is going to be one huge mess in my tiny kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we have a birthday to celebrate this week, Crazy Daughter will be turning 4 on the 29th, but we are celebrating early, while my parents are here.  We went to le target for supplies, and the theme for this years party is Tinkerbelle.  Tinkerbelle plates, cups, wrapping paper, candles and stickers.  Crazy Daughter has been demanding her party every day this week since we purchased the supplies.  It was so much easier when they were smaller and didn't have so much invested in the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I should go, my kids are playing in the sink, and are probably drenched by now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-3175493016233502692?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3175493016233502692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=3175493016233502692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/3175493016233502692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/3175493016233502692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2007/11/frantic-cleaning.html' title='Frantic Cleaning'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-3723513818766676896</id><published>2007-11-16T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:43:32.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Random Things</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://ondragonflywings.blogspot.com/2007/11/friday-five-plus-two.html"&gt;Dragonfly&lt;/a&gt; to do the "seven random things" meme. It was surprisingly difficult to come up with seven things. But once I started writing, I got more than seven. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;1 - Link to the person who tagged you and post the rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;2 - Share seven random and/or weird things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;3 - Tag seven random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;4 - Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Random Things About Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love to read, and read lots of books. But I would rather buy the book than visit the library. The reason for this is quite simple, I ALWAYS return books late and build up a hefty fine. So rather than pay that fine, I'll buy the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love crafty things, sewing, cross stitch, etc. But I am a very poor finisher of those projects. I can name you several right now that have been sitting for years, just waiting to be completed. Little Man's cross stitch birth announcement, a cross stitchfor my mom that just needs to be outlined, pillowcases that was meant for last years Christmas gifts. I tend to be over ambitious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't make new friends easily, I think I have some trust issues. But the friends I do have, I keep for a life time. &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.ondragonflywings.blogspot.com"&gt;Dragonfly &lt;/a&gt;and I have been friends since kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love fairy tales, and my most favorite is retold fairy tales. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Rose-Daughter-Robin-Mckinley/dp/0688154395/ref=ed_oe_h"&gt;Rose Daughter&lt;/a&gt;, my blog name, is also a retold fairy tale of Beauty and the Beast. Not necessarily because of the night in shinning armour, but there's just something about the fantasy and the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Places I want to visit, Scotland, Ireland, Greece and I hope to someday take a cruise, with no kids, to someplace warm, with lots of beaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have lived in Michigan, Florida, Texas, and currently Kansas. Both Texas and Kansas were places I never dreamed I would live in, both were military posts. But I want to someday move to Tennessee, it's so beautiful there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I like playing video games, not like shooter games, but adventure games. I'm currently going through Ratchet and Clank: Going Commando for the 3rd time. My kids like to watch, and if their daddy were here, they would watch him play. But I'm anxiously awaiting the latest installment of the Ratchet and Clank series, but Big Guy has them in Iraq and selfishly won't send the new PS3 back to America so I can play my game. *sigh* I guess he has more time to kill than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's some random wierdness about me. awell I'm not going to tag anyone, I see this has made it's rounds quite a bit. But I would love to see a random comment on the comment section. Or if you haven't done this meme, post one on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks all for reading&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-3723513818766676896?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3723513818766676896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=3723513818766676896' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/3723513818766676896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/3723513818766676896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2007/11/7-random-things.html' title='7 Random Things'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-5036049259427896471</id><published>2007-11-14T15:03:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T15:24:19.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't grow up so fast...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/RzuDkmBmScI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fF8Na9anzEg/s1600-h/100_0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132840865024592322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/RzuDkmBmScI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fF8Na9anzEg/s320/100_0699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy Daughter and I were sitting on the couch yesterday. Let me preface things by saying my kids have this facination with my boobs, Little Man likes to pat them and so does Crazy Daughter who then lifts up her shirt and points to her "boobies".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so we were sitting on the couch enjoying some alone time, Little Man was sleeping, and she starts point to my "boobies" and then pulled up her shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crazy Daughter &lt;/em&gt;"Mama you have big boobies" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rose Daughter &lt;/em&gt;"Yes, well compared to yours they are bigger" (I'm not overly endouded)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crazy Daughter &lt;/em&gt;"Mama I want big boobies"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Much Laughter from Rose Daughter whose family is on the smaller side of the scale.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rose Daughter&lt;/em&gt; "Sweetie, one day you'll get bigger ones, but don't grow up too fast on me okay."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* they grow up so fast don't they.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know there are days when I wish they could be in school so I could have a little break time. But I know I will miss these days of cuddling and sloppy wet kisses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'll sit back and try to type as Little Man is on my lap, trying to show me his toys and enjoy the time as it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-5036049259427896471?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5036049259427896471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=5036049259427896471' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/5036049259427896471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/5036049259427896471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2007/11/dont-grow-up-so-fast.html' title='Don&apos;t grow up so fast...'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/RzuDkmBmScI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fF8Na9anzEg/s72-c/100_0699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-8012638546233285648</id><published>2007-11-12T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T06:11:39.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Scene: Crazy Daughter and Little Man sitting on the couch watching TV.  Rose Daughter at the computer.  I change the channel to &lt;u&gt;The Wizard of Oz&lt;/u&gt;.  It's just begning, the house is in the tornado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crazy Daughter&lt;/strong&gt;: Mama change the channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rose Daughter: &lt;/strong&gt;No sweetie, just watch, you'll like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whining ensues, Crazy Daughter starts throwing a temper tantrum.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rose Daughter tries to reason with her, nothing will work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TV: House lands in OZ, Dorothy walks out the door into a Technicolor World.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crazy Daughter:  &lt;/strong&gt;Mama, it's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little Man&lt;/strong&gt;:  OHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rest of the evening is spent in front of the TV, the kids intently watching &lt;/em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Wizard of Oz&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace and quiet is beautiful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This &lt;a href="http://paintedmaypole.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-life-monday-mission.html"&gt;Monday Mission&lt;/a&gt; is hosted by &lt;a href="http://www.paintedmaypole.blogspot.com/"&gt;Painted Maypole&lt;/a&gt;, we had to write a post int he form of a script or dialog.  This all happened last night, neither had seen &lt;u&gt;The Wizard of Oz&lt;/u&gt; and it was very special to see their reactions to such a beloved movie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-8012638546233285648?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8012638546233285648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=8012638546233285648' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/8012638546233285648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/8012638546233285648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2007/11/mission-monday.html' title='Mission Monday'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-7029175208469326511</id><published>2007-11-10T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T06:23:14.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that wake me up at 3:30 AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crazy Daughter patting me on the arm, "water Mama, Water".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crazy Daughter falling askeep on MY pillow while I go get the water.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crazy Daughter not willing to MOVE so I can lay down on MY pillow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having to go find another pillow so I can lay down in MY bed and go to sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Little Man then kicking me because Crazy Daughter is crowding him.  (he was already in bed with me)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that was my night.  Tossing and turning trying not to squish someone.  I believe we finally all fell asleep around 4AM, but I am not sure how soundly we all slept.  Little Man is still teething, which was why he was in bed with me, I can't wait for it to end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's 8:20 AM, and I could use a nap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for all your suggestions, I did set them in front of the TV, I put in Peter Pan.  But it calmed them down for a bit.  And I made a cup of tea for me, it was a bit relaxing.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The kids are in the bath, I'm sure there is a lake in my bathroom now.  *sigh* Will the cleaning never end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-7029175208469326511?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7029175208469326511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=7029175208469326511' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/7029175208469326511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/7029175208469326511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2007/11/things-that-wake-me-up-at-330-am.html' title='Things that wake me up at 3:30 AM'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-6080894376094757974</id><published>2007-11-08T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T07:23:08.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Me Sanity</title><content type='html'>An hour, that is all I ask, just an hour of peace and quiet.  Little Man is teething, and when he's teething his is not happy and needs mama all day, every hour of the day, every minute of the day.  I want my happy boy back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Girl is being her normal, energetic, crazy, stubborn self.  Hugging the dog until she gets mad and starts to growl, dumping the basket of toys in the living room.  Finding Halloween candy who know where, she doesn't need more sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's been a long week, busy and lots of runing around and I'm just tired of caring for others needs all day long.  My stomach is quaesy, I have a headache, and I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, enough of my pity party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have a break tomorrow evening, our FODS (family of deployed soldiers) group at church is meeting so we'll have two hours without kids to sit and talk about grown up things.  I just wish it were tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when your sanity stars to leave you?  I could really use the suggestions today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-6080894376094757974?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6080894376094757974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=6080894376094757974' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/6080894376094757974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/6080894376094757974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2007/11/give-me-sanity.html' title='Give Me Sanity'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-8689275415578473732</id><published>2007-11-05T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T10:40:22.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams of the Future</title><content type='html'>I got the inspiration for this post from &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.ondragonflywings.blogspot.com"&gt;Dragonfly &lt;/a&gt;from this &lt;a href="http://ondragonflywings.blogspot.com/2007/11/light-bulbs.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I commented on Dragonfly's post that the smell of Lilac was my favorite scent.  It brings to mind pictures of a spring day, sitting on the porch (if we had one), kids playing in the grass, wind gently blowing and the lilac's in bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I started thinking about what I want for the future.  Big Guy is getting out of the military in 2010 so it is on the horizon.  But I want to live in a house, to own a house again.  To be able to paint the walls any color I want and not have to repaint when we leave.  I want to have a porch, have lots of comfortable seating to sit outside, to have company over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine living in the the country, well sort of country, just not in a subdivision where my neighbor is two feet away and close enough to a town of good size.  Oh and be near a book store, an actual book store.  I want lots of trees, I want to plant lilac trees and have them bloom.  I want the kids to be in school and I want to get a part time job.  To be able to participate at their school but have a job to fill my need to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want my husband to be home, to come home every night and really be in the kids lives.  To have the whole family involved in a church, really involved and volunteer our time there.  I want to be happy and secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a few wants, lol.  It's been in my imagination lately, dreaming of what my house would look like.  And who knows, maybe someday we will own a house again, settle down somewhere where our kids can make life-long friends.  Dreaming give me hope and we all need hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you dream for your future?  Write and let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-8689275415578473732?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8689275415578473732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=8689275415578473732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/8689275415578473732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/8689275415578473732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2007/11/dreams-of-future.html' title='Dreams of the Future'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-1952012575077851000</id><published>2007-11-03T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T10:43:54.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm An Army Wife &amp; I Can't Do it All</title><content type='html'>Tuesday at &lt;a href="http://www.pwoconline.org/"&gt;PWOC &lt;/a&gt; the topic of asking for help was brought up.  How many times have you done this.  A child in your arms, the other holding your hand, a diaper bag, purse and book bag slung over your shoulder.  You have a plate of cookies in the hand holding the baby and you are trying to open the door with your foot.  And someone asks you if you need any help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, No, I've got everything under control.  I can get it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am guilty of saying this, quite a lot in face.  It seems us military spouses (and maybe other mommies out there, I'm just drawing from personal experience) are always saying this.  We are Army Wives, I can take them to school, all theire sports, clean the house, cook, go to work and still be sane at the end of the day.  We, I, feel the need to make sure things are going well here so my husband won't have to worry about things here, he can concentrate on his job over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to remember, and this definately includes me, that we can't, do it all.  God make us to be in control over our entire world.  Honestly most times when I try to control things, I make it worse in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been humbling these past couple of months, learning to give up that control and to ask for help.  There are people out there that care for us and are just waiting for us to ask.  And maybe, their giving is God's blessing in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, thank you, I do need help with that door."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-1952012575077851000?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1952012575077851000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=1952012575077851000' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/1952012575077851000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/1952012575077851000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-army-wife-i-cant-do-it-all.html' title='I&apos;m An Army Wife &amp; I Can&apos;t Do it All'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-1456303730649896628</id><published>2007-11-01T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T18:44:06.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And you think you have messy hair...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/RyqAcHMvqtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6S7NoHSpSOo/s1600-h/100_0504_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128052346171927250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/RyqAcHMvqtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6S7NoHSpSOo/s320/100_0504_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Caption: Of course I blow dry it, do you think it gets this way naturally?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-1456303730649896628?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1456303730649896628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=1456303730649896628' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/1456303730649896628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/1456303730649896628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-you-think-you-have-messy-hair.html' title='And you think you have messy hair...'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/RyqAcHMvqtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6S7NoHSpSOo/s72-c/100_0504_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-7308937492914279336</id><published>2007-10-30T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T10:09:00.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vent</title><content type='html'>Okay I am going to just vent a little right here right now.  The people who would be upset from seeing this don’t know about this blog, so I feel safe to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background, my Grandma (on my husband’s side) had a stroke this year and is now no longer able to be in her house on her own.  She is unable to walk without assistance and needs around the clock care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My MIL just sent out a schedule of her care schedule to all family so we would know what was going on with Grandma.  And here’s my vent, Why is it only my MIL and SIL the main ones to take care of Grandma? There are five sisters and one lives closer to Grandma than my MIL.  Why Can’t Aunt K take a day or two to help with Grandma and alleviate some of the burden placed on Mom.  Just because Mom is an RN doesn’t mean she doesn’t need help.  We are all human, some consideration would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay done venting, thanks for listening to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-7308937492914279336?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7308937492914279336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=7308937492914279336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/7308937492914279336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/7308937492914279336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2007/10/vent.html' title='A Vent'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-8859123051958849496</id><published>2007-10-29T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T10:08:20.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Meme on Me</title><content type='html'>So I got tagged by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.ondragonflywings.blogspot.com"&gt;Dragonfly &lt;/a&gt;who was tagged by &lt;a href="http://kaiseralex.com/"&gt;Alex Year One&lt;/a&gt; (well she read it there). So here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Jobs I've had&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medical Records Clerk in a Neurology office&lt;br /&gt;Office Administrator at a Youth for Christ Office&lt;br /&gt;A temp job at a Electrical Company&lt;br /&gt;Student Worker at Cornerstone University&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Movies I love to Watch Over and Over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Importance of Being Ernst&lt;br /&gt;The Matrix&lt;br /&gt;Serenity&lt;br /&gt;Emma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Places I Have Been&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denver Colorado&lt;br /&gt;Florida&lt;br /&gt;Toronto Canada&lt;br /&gt;Kansas, Not Every thing's Flat in Kansas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Websites I visit Daily&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splitcoaststampers.com&lt;br /&gt;stumpleupon.com&lt;br /&gt;ondragonflywings.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Favorite Foods&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese&lt;br /&gt;French Onion Soup&lt;br /&gt;Tri-Colored Tortellini&lt;br /&gt;Dark Swiss Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Places I would Rather Be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having my family all together.&lt;br /&gt;Home with friends and family, especially dragonfly&lt;br /&gt;Visiting Ireland, Scotland and Europe.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting poolside, with a good book, Ipod, and a child free day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was more difficult that I thought it would be. Feel free to write your own. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I forgot to do this question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Favorite TV Shows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battlestar&lt;br /&gt;Num3ers&lt;br /&gt;Project Runway&lt;br /&gt;Dr Who (the new ones) (I like the old ones too but they arn't on anymore)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-8859123051958849496?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8859123051958849496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=8859123051958849496' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/8859123051958849496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/8859123051958849496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2007/10/meme-on-me.html' title='A Meme on Me'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-3900049942837633974</id><published>2007-10-28T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T18:35:07.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Motivation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/RyU3-3MvqsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/J3hceLARPcc/s1600-h/100_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126565303940000450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/RyU3-3MvqsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/J3hceLARPcc/s320/100_0201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sitting here on the computer when I should be working on Little Man's Halloween costume for Wednesday. I have no motivation, none. I've been putting it off all week long and just realized that tomorrow night will be my only time to work on it uninterrupted. So I've decided, Little Man won't wear a costume on Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now those of you out there who are thinking, bad mommy, he's only 2, well almost 2. I think I took out all my energy on sewing Crazy Daughter's Princess Dress. See attached. It's difficult to tell, but there is quite a bit of decorative sewing, lace, ribbon, underlining and lots of hemming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, now that my guilt is out of the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any other stories of Mommy guilt out there that you would be willing to share to alleviate mine. I'd love to hear some stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1541810715546581146-3900049942837633974?l=fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3900049942837633974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1541810715546581146&amp;postID=3900049942837633974' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/3900049942837633974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1541810715546581146/posts/default/3900049942837633974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyrosedaughter.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-motivation.html' title='No Motivation'/><author><name>Rose Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01782058186808540354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l56/allyrose_01/amybrownfairy-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MbW0WyK3VII/RyU3-3MvqsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/J3hceLARPcc/s72-c/100_0201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541810715546581146.post-4505686361991598345</id><published>2007-10-25T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T04:59:06.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Morning</title><content type='html'>I woke up pretty early this morning, I had an appointment at 8AM and had to get the kids up and dressed to drop off at day care at 7:30AM. So I was a bit rushed until I got into the quiet car and just breathed. There is nothing like the sound of silence, no talking, no screaming, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled out of the parking lot and drove down the hill to exit the base, and in the distance, along the river bed, everything was covered in mist, deep, opaque fog. It was stunning, the sun was just rising, stars were still out. It reminded me that mornings can be beautiful, not just hectic and rushed. Not just another day to get through or another of tried patience. But a gift from God, to be cherished and spent wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we all need that reminder every once in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I will post my meme, I got tagged by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.ondragonflywings.blogspot.com"&gt;On Dragonfly Wings&lt;/a&gt; a week or so ago, and I am just now getting around to posting my responses. In my defense, I've been busy, driving from Michigan to Kansas, Bible Study, Awana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tagged by On Dragonfly Wings, who in turn was tagged herslef. The very long and descriptive title is &lt;a href="http://toddleddredge.wordpress.com/2007/10/07/that-meme/"&gt;Ten Literary Characters I Would Totally Make Out With If I Were Single and They Were Real But I’m Not, Single I Mean, I Am Real, But I’m Also Happily Married and Want to Stay That Way So Maybe We Should Forget This&lt;/a&gt;. Now I don't think I've ever actually imagined myself kissing a character, instead I more think along the lines of qualities, their character, and honestly, would I want to be her kissing that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been quite thought provoking and I’ve had to really think back through books I’ve read to come up with a list of ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;James Fraser&lt;/strong&gt; from the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Outlander-Diana-Gabaldon/dp/0440242940/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/105-0288040-1959631?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1193363562&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Outlander &lt;/a&gt;Series by Diana Gabaldon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let’s get the purely physical things out of the way, he’s Scottish, he has an accent, and he wears a kilt. I really don’t know why that appeals to me, but I’m a sucker for an accent. And on a more important note, he loves Claire, even when he doesn’t think they will see each other again, he loves her. He has moral character, he stands up for what he believes in, even when it means putting himself in harms way to protect them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Edward Cullen&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Twilight-Saga-Book-1/dp/0316015849/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/105-0288040-1959631?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1193363628&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Twilight &lt;/a&gt;and others by Stephenie Meyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may be a vampire, but he’s a good vampire. He loves Bella even when Bella’s love starts to falter (I have an issue with her on that one). And it doesn’t hurt that he’s handsome either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Mr. Darcy&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Pride-Prejudice-Bantam-Classics-Austen/dp/0553213105/ref=pd_bbs_2/105-0288040-1959631?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1193363698&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/a&gt; by Jane Austen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I picture him I always picture him as Colin Firth portrayed him in the mini-series. He may be opinionated and stubborn, but for some reason, I just like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Severn&lt;/strong&gt; from the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cast-Shadow-Michelle-Sagara/dp/0373802366/ref=sr_1_10/105-0288040-1959631?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1193363755&amp;amp;sr=1-10"&gt;Cast in Shadow&lt;/a&gt; series by Michelle Sagara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Dragonfly Wings hasn’t read this series yet, I won’t say too much. But, well, he’s a good provider and despite surface facts, he really does care for Kaylin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Lord Nightshade&lt;/strong&gt; from the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cast-Shadow-Michelle-Sagara/dp/0373802366/ref=sr_1_10/105-0288040-1959631?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1193363755&amp;amp;sr=1-10"&gt;Cast in Shadow&lt;/a&gt; Series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he good or bad, his intentions with Kaylin are a complete mystery. But I’m imagining him to have the right intentions towards her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Christopher Carrion Lord of Midnight&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Abarat-Days-Magic-Nights-rack/dp/0060596384/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/105-0288040-1959631?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1193363892&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Abarat &lt;/a&gt;by Clive Barker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now most of you are thinking I’m crazy and yes he is the bad guy. He is actually pretty ugly to look at but something inside me is rooting for him to turn good and find the love he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Black Leg (Lancelot)&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dragon-Queen-Alice-Borchardt/dp/0345444000/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/105-0288040-1959631?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1193363961&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Dragon Queen&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Raven-Warrior-Tales-Guinevere/dp/0345444027/ref=pd_bbs_2/105-0288040-1959631?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1193363994&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;the Raven Warrior&lt;/a&gt; by Alice Borchardt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s not the typical Lancelot you read in legends and even though you want to root for his love, you don’t at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Aragorn&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fellowship-Ring-Being-First-Rings/dp/0618574948/ref=pd_bbs_sr_2/105-0288040-1959631?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1193364139&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;Lord of the Rings&lt;/a&gt; by J.R.R. Tolkien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was continually rooting for Aragorn and Arwen, because it was special and circumstances kept them apart but despite everything they are together. And Viggo was amazing in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay these next will not be from books, per se, but I’m drawing a blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Patrick Verona&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/10-Things-Hate-About-You/dp/B00000K31Q/ref=pd_bbs_1/105-0288040-1959631?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1193364326&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;10 Things I hate about you&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it’s a movie, but it was a play first, Shakespeare’s Taming of the Shrew. I like Patrick because he’s different, he’s himself. And he will sing and dance to get a girls attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Wesley&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Princess-Bride-Special-Cary-Elwes/dp/B00005LOKQ/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/105-0288040-1959631?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1193364378&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Princess Bride&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It was a book before it was a movie. But what can I say, I love this movie and I love the characters. True love wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is my list. Hope you all found it interesting. 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