Holidays: My hubby is coming home for Christmas!

Well, I guess I'm the happiest woman in the world right now. My hubby comes home tomorrow for 17 days. I already know that since I'm looking forward to this, these next 17 days are gonna go by so fast, it's gonna feel like 5 days. Oh well, but I'm still happy!!! (0) Comments

Posted: 12/23/2006 8:13:16 AM

Misc: What would you do if you won $50,000,000

Ok.... I guess this is kind of like a game. More like a dream or wish game. It's easy. Just tell me what you would do if you won 50 million dollars!!! Lets see.... here's what I would do and in the order I would do it: 1. Pay off all our debts 2. Give money to a family from my sisters church which is going through a lot of problems and need money. (Charity) 3. Buy 2 new cars!!! Most likely an SUV and a sports car for the hubby... 4. Buy a motorcycle for my hubby 5. Buy a house 6. Furnish the house 7. Buy clothes and toys for my kids, my husband, and I... that includes the toys for my husband and me... PS3, XBox 360 and the Wii 8. Buy my mom a house or pay off her house... whatever she prefers... 9. Pay my moms debts (the house and car, credit cards) 10. Buy my mom a new car. 11. Give each of my sisters and my brother money... about $200,000 to each except for my oldest sister... I'd give her $300,000 to $400,000 (she has 6 kids) 12. Get my hubby out of the Army and go on a 6 month vacation around the world!!! 13. Once I'm done enjoying myself, I'll start my own business (this has always been my dream!!!) A gift shop... 14. Help my hubby make his own business... most likely a store that sells car parts and stuff. Now... you tell me what you would do!!! (1) Comments

Posted: 12/18/2006 12:16:49 PM

Holidays: Merry Christmas!!!

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Posted: 12/18/2006 12:03:43 PM

Military: My Husbands Deployment Video

My husband deployed to Iraq on September 17, 2006. I made this video using my video camera, so many of the pictures are blurry. He'll be coming home for New Years for 2 weeks, then he'll be heading back till Sept 2007. I miss him so much and can't wait to see him! (0) Comments

Posted: 12/17/2006 2:56:31 AM

Pictures: Fairys

I love fairies... so I decided to post some pics here that I have found over the internet. I hope you enjoy them... Most I found at blogadorn.com the rest I got from google, etc. (0) Comments

Posted: 12/17/2006 1:57:31 AM

Personal: The Most Beautiful Kiss

The most Beautiful Kiss: The most beautiful kiss that I ever received was on March 29,2002. Before that, I had moved out of my house and went to live on my own. I couldn't pay the rent and needed to leave so a friend of mine offered me a room at his house. It was a small room, with a couch in it. We had been hanging out a lot with each other and our friends... going out to clubs, the beach, movies, etc. Basically partying and having fun all the time. One night, we returned late and all our friends decided to crash at our place. The only problem was that they were in couples and wanted to sleep with each other. The only option was for me to give up my room and couch to one couple and the other couple stay in the living room. I had to sleep in my friends bed. I trusted him... we had been hanging out and living with each other for some time, and he never hit on me or made me feel uncomfortable. We just laid in bed, telling jokes and stories, telling each other things from our past. Then... he gave me a small peck on the lips. That's all. Nothing more, nothing less. I got shy and blushed and hid under the covers... I felt like a little girl although I was 21, and had already experienced things much more intimate then that. What can I say? That little simple kiss... that one peck... was the most wonderful kiss in my life. I still think of it and get shivers and little butterflies in my stomach. Now... we have been married for almost 5 years, and have two children, a daughter and a son. To this day, we talk of that one special kiss... the most special of all. (0) Comments

Posted: 12/16/2006 11:42:57 PM

Army Wife Creed

I am the wife of an American Soldier. I am a supporter of the United States Army - an encouragement for the protectors of the greatest nation on earth. Because I am proud of my husband and the uniform that he wears, I will always act in ways creditable to him, the military service and the nation he is sworn to gaurd. I am proud of my husband. I will do all that I can to protect and provide for my family in his absence. I will be loyal to my husband and to the vows that we made as we entered the covenant of marriage. I will do my full part to carry on the values and goals we have set apart for our family and I will continue to instruct our children in the same manner. As a soldier's wife, I realize that I play a vital role in my husband's decision to become a member of a time-honored profession - that I am doing my share to keep alive the principles of freedom for which my country stands. No matter what situation I am in, I will never do anything, for pleasure, profit, or personal safety which will disgrace my husband, his uniform or our country. I will use every means I have to encourage my husband to be the best soldier that he can be. I am proud of my husband, my country and its flag. I will fly the flag and will always remember the sacrafices made by my husband and by generations of men and women that have served our beloved country. I will try to make my husband proud of the manner in which I accept his decision to defend my freedom and the freedom of all American citizens - for I AM THE WIFE OF AN AMERICAN SOLDIER!!! (0) Comments

Posted: 12/12/2006 9:33:41 AM

Poems: Poem to My Soldier - Bethsaida

Poem to my Soldier... I sit alone wondering About all that is to come About all we've done together About all we've ever known. It's hard to think of the future When you won't be by my side. So many days, weeks and months Serving someone elses fight. This time your gone Will feel so long As if it's been so many years. My hopes and dreams are for you To come back in one piece. I hope you will not change to much, But I know change is inevitable. I hope that with this change that comes, You'll become a better soldier. And more important than becoming this Is being the number one Husband, father, friend, and lover And proving that your strong. I want you to know I want you to see The pride you make me feel Knowing all that is at stake, And supporting what you believe. Don't be scared, we'll be ok, Waiting for your return. So go on, and do your job, Do what you have learned. And during that time You are gone I will be sitting here alone. Thinking, hoping, wishing, dreaming, Of the day you return home. (0) Comments

Posted: 12/12/2006 9:31:13 AM

Poems: The Lady of Shalott - Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892)

The Lady of Shalott On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And through the field the road run by To many-tower'd Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Through the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four grey walls, and four grey towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott. By the margin, willow veil'd, Slide the heavy barges trail'd By slow horses; and unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd Skimming down to Camelot: But who hath seen her wave her hand? Or at the casement seen her stand? Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott? Only reapers, reaping early, In among the bearded barley Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly; Down to tower'd Camelot; And by the moon the reaper weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers, " 'Tis the fairy The Lady of Shalott." There she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott. And moving through a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear. There she sees the highway near Winding down to Camelot; There the river eddy whirls, And there the surly village churls, And the red cloaks of market girls Pass onward from Shalott. Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd lad, Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad Goes by to tower'd Camelot; And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two. She hath no loyal Knight and true, The Lady of Shalott. But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often through the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, went to Camelot; Or when the Moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed. "I am half sick of shadows," said The Lady of Shalott. A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, And flamed upon the brazen greaves Of bold Sir Lancelot. A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field, Beside remote Shalott. The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle bells rang merrily As he rode down to Camelot: And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armor rung Beside remote Shalott. All in the blue unclouded weather Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather, The helmet and the helmet-feather Burn'd like one burning flame together, As he rode down to Camelot. As often thro' the purple night, Below the starry clusters bright, Some bearded meteor, burning bright, Moves over still Shalott. His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd; On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode; From underneath his helmet flow'd His coal-black curls as on he rode, As he rode down to Camelot. From the bank and from the river He flashed into the crystal mirror, "Tirra lirra," by the river Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; "The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott. In the stormy east-wind straining, The pale yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining. Heavily the low sky raining Over tower'd Camelot; Down she came and found a boat Beneath a willow left afloat, And around about the prow she wrote The Lady of Shalott. And down the river's dim expanse Like some bold seer in a trance, Seeing all his own mischance -- With a glassy countenance Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of Shalott. Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right -- The leaves upon her falling light -- Thro' the noises of the night, She floated down to Camelot: And as the boat-head wound along The willowy hills and fields among, They heard her singing her last song, The Lady of Shalott. Heard a carol, mournful, holy, Chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Till her blood was frozen slowly, And her eyes were darkened wholly, Turn'd to tower'd Camelot. For ere she reach'd upon the tide The first house by the water-side, Singing in her song she died, The Lady of Shalott. Under tower and balcony, By garden-wall and gallery, A gleaming shape she floated by, Dead-pale between the houses high, Silent into Camelot. Out upon the wharfs they came, Knight and Burgher, Lord and Dame, And around the prow they read her name, The Lady of Shalott. Who is this? And what is here? And in the lighted palace near Died the sound of royal cheer; And they crossed themselves for fear, All the Knights at Camelot; But Lancelot mused a little space He said, "She has a lovely face; God in his mercy lend her grace, The Lady of Shalott." (0) Comments

Posted: 12/12/2006 9:30:47 AM