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01 May 2011 @ 10:58 pm
Osama being dead is a joyous occasion, however something tells me it is there is going to be retalliation. My husband, being an Army Officer and going to Iraq, concerns me. I will continue to thank God, but also continue to pray that our troops stay safe and that are country remains secure.

But, he is dead....wow....a man who changed everyone's lives. Changed the way I travel, the way I work, and I know that seems petty but i know the families of the victims are so happy...now we need the rest of them bastards dead.

God bless America!
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I feel: cheerfulcheerful
10 January 2011 @ 06:29 pm
I didn't go to work today. But I still do wish I could have taken my child to day care. I was experiencing a little cabin fever, but I did get some things accomplished. I hope to get to work tomorrow though, but it doesnt seem like the sun will be coming to join us to thaw out the snow. I just better make my flight to Texas on Thursday. There better be no cancellations.

Here are some pics of my son in the snow and my car covered with snowCollapse )
I feel: tiredtired
06 January 2011 @ 11:18 pm

I really need to start exercising and stop playing myself.

Anywho, I'm so proud of two year old starting school and and being a big boy. He is my greatest my joy. Now Gregory, wants another bundle of joy, something I am afraid of. He will be deploying so I have to prepare myself for the loneliness. We shall see....

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06 January 2011 @ 09:53 pm
This is a poem dedicated to my husband, a soldier in the US Army. I admire his sacrifice and dedication to our family and to this country, thank you.

He looks, he stares, he knows.
Nothing can stop him, to failure he is invincible.
He loves, he cares, he protects.
He will always be close yet so far away.
He is mine, I am his, he is ours.
He works hard but he loves softly.
He is strong yet gentle.
He listens, he motivates, he engages.
He inspires and he encourages.
His touch, his honesty, and his respectfulness,
Is like no other because he is only mine and mine only.
I love when he looks, when he stares, and when he knows
I feel: hopefulhopeful