<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590</id><updated>2009-12-22T22:43:25.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two for the Road</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>chellekay78@msn.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>303</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-6616740582330812971</id><published>2009-11-11T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T09:21:43.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Back When-sday - Veteran's Day</title><content type='html'>since its Veteran's Day I figure I would do a picture of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvrcVYyQ8GI/AAAAAAAACnE/xqumOIsdbpw/s1600-h/SNSmith,MichelleOD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402872962972971106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvrcVYyQ8GI/AAAAAAAACnE/xqumOIsdbpw/s400/SNSmith,MichelleOD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture was taken in 2001 on deployment for the cruise book (it like a year book)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This picture brings back so many memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvrcV-loSUI/AAAAAAAACnM/3cEgK52749c/s1600-h/family+photo+7_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402872973120522562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvrcV-loSUI/AAAAAAAACnM/3cEgK52749c/s400/family+photo+7_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Date: Sept 23, 2001&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was actually in boot camp at this time, but went home on emergency leave because my Uncle Brad died. Nikki was in training/school to become a cop. Me. Jeremy is in his Army uniform. He home on emergency leave too. Josh was still in high school. He actually enlisted in the Army four years ago. So 3 of 4 siblings in my family are Vets! If you count our spouses into that 5 of 6 are Vets (6 out 8 if you count exs)! My dad and his dad (my Grandpa) were Navy and My mom's dad (my Grandpa) was National Guard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://twinfatuation.blogspot.com/"&gt;Twinfatuation&lt;/a&gt; for more Way Back When-sdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bonus pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvrcWGsTOdI/AAAAAAAACnU/ZXJOq1le6Mc/s1600-h/DSCF00071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402872975295986130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvrcWGsTOdI/AAAAAAAACnU/ZXJOq1le6Mc/s400/DSCF00071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Date: some time in 2003&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sam and I&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/9222868204877255590-6616740582330812971?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/6616740582330812971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=6616740582330812971' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/6616740582330812971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/6616740582330812971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/11/way-back-when-sday.html' title='Way Back When-sday - Veteran&apos;s Day'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>chellekay78@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11589204611665950349'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvrcVYyQ8GI/AAAAAAAACnE/xqumOIsdbpw/s72-c/SNSmith,MichelleOD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-9192606936497375537</id><published>2009-11-11T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:32:56.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>spam</title><content type='html'>I just got spammed!  I have had this blog for almost two years and never been spammed before.  I changed my settings so hopefully this never happens again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-9192606936497375537?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/9192606936497375537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=9192606936497375537' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/9192606936497375537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/9192606936497375537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/11/spam.html' title='spam'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>chellekay78@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11589204611665950349'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-1609040590152505661</id><published>2009-11-11T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T10:48:42.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Back When-sday - Veteran's Day part 2</title><content type='html'>after I wrote the last post I decided that I should have not done me. I should have done my heritage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Grandpa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know when my guess is in the 50s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Svr62WIvSRI/AAAAAAAACn0/9lEhOanCyZU/s1600-h/navygrandpa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402906514546444562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Svr62WIvSRI/AAAAAAAACn0/9lEhOanCyZU/s400/navygrandpa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1976&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Svr62I472BI/AAAAAAAACns/P7zBkqzV2gY/s1600-h/navydad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402906510990497810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Svr62I472BI/AAAAAAAACns/P7zBkqzV2gY/s400/navydad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2001&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Svr6160L7II/AAAAAAAACnk/yMJZHWPcKBw/s1600-h/bootcamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402906507212483714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Svr6160L7II/AAAAAAAACnk/yMJZHWPcKBw/s400/bootcamp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://twinfatuation.blogspot.com/"&gt;Twinfatuation&lt;/a&gt; for more Way Back When-sdays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-1609040590152505661?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/1609040590152505661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=1609040590152505661' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1609040590152505661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1609040590152505661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/11/way-back-when-sday-veterans-day-part-2.html' title='Way Back When-sday - Veteran&apos;s Day part 2'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>chellekay78@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11589204611665950349'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Svr62WIvSRI/AAAAAAAACn0/9lEhOanCyZU/s72-c/navygrandpa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-8766052103791553842</id><published>2009-11-09T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T05:54:00.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>So I am a little late, better late then never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfHaXQhTpI/AAAAAAAAClM/oOphcPrGB8M/s1600-h/DSC_8583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402005533788032658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfHaXQhTpI/AAAAAAAAClM/oOphcPrGB8M/s400/DSC_8583.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfHZ1C4WpI/AAAAAAAAClE/r6d9g4v8N-w/s1600-h/DSC_8606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402005524604017298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfHZ1C4WpI/AAAAAAAAClE/r6d9g4v8N-w/s400/DSC_8606.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfHZrIVWoI/AAAAAAAACk8/_mE38kPClwU/s1600-h/DSC_8612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402005521942534786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfHZrIVWoI/AAAAAAAACk8/_mE38kPClwU/s400/DSC_8612.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gwen asking Gilbert where his shawdow is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfHZKjESMI/AAAAAAAACk0/qcQFJhtRiYM/s1600-h/DSC_8615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402005513196292290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfHZKjESMI/AAAAAAAACk0/qcQFJhtRiYM/s400/DSC_8615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfHY3KDHnI/AAAAAAAACks/if9i1MM-0KE/s1600-h/DSC_8617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402005507991084658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfHY3KDHnI/AAAAAAAACks/if9i1MM-0KE/s400/DSC_8617.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfFpqMvBII/AAAAAAAACkk/SuA2I7yesOM/s1600-h/DSC_8620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402003597547209858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfFpqMvBII/AAAAAAAACkk/SuA2I7yesOM/s400/DSC_8620.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfFpQvcd-I/AAAAAAAACkc/Y-aPmEVOGGs/s1600-h/DSC_8621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402003590713472994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfFpQvcd-I/AAAAAAAACkc/Y-aPmEVOGGs/s400/DSC_8621.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Peter Pan and Tinker Bell looking at thier shadows (again)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I toke a ton of pictures I realized Gwen did not have her wings on so I had to take more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfFo4WAo1I/AAAAAAAACkU/ZF4peWL6_PI/s1600-h/DSC_8625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402003584164340562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfFo4WAo1I/AAAAAAAACkU/ZF4peWL6_PI/s400/DSC_8625.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfFoqHdluI/AAAAAAAACkM/jFEKTL--GI4/s1600-h/DSC_8630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402003580345226978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfFoqHdluI/AAAAAAAACkM/jFEKTL--GI4/s400/DSC_8630.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gwen and Gilbert loved dressing up! They wore their costumes all day. We went to church at 1 to do trunk-or-treat. They won the cutest costume award their! We went home ate dinner and finally at 5 we went out into the neighborhood. We started out by ourselves but because we moved super slow some of our neighbors caught up to us. Gwen and Gilbert loved being in a group so we tagged along with three of our neighbors aka "our friends". We only did the street we lived on. Which is funny because last year we actually did more of the neighborhood. I just did not want to do more because I did not want to get more candy. because I know I would end up eating most of it (which turned out not to be true, Gilbert has a sweet tooth!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went home to hand out candy. I think that was actually Gilbert's favorite part of the day! He just sat in the patio chair and let the trick-or-treaters come to him. If they did not day trick-or-treat Gilbert told them to say it!!! It was soooo cute! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402003569448340482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfFoBhcTAI/AAAAAAAACkE/7gRZHQBKUr0/s400/DSC_8633.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/9222868204877255590-8766052103791553842?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/8766052103791553842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=8766052103791553842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/8766052103791553842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/8766052103791553842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>chellekay78@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11589204611665950349'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SvfHaXQhTpI/AAAAAAAAClM/oOphcPrGB8M/s72-c/DSC_8583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-7280667147894305430</id><published>2009-11-08T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:49:50.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what I saw</title><content type='html'>About two hours ago I went to check up on Gwen and Gilbert after they finally fell a sleep and this is what I found . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401989386436805586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sve4udr_A9I/AAAAAAAACjs/Th2SPllpCFA/s400/DSC_8674.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401989379316034722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sve4uDKQrKI/AAAAAAAACjk/-itFWEHzmwI/s400/DSC_8675.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now you may notice that Gwen's and Gilbert's mattress may look a little lumpy.  Ok I admit I did not spend a lot of money on the kids mattresses but I promise they were not lumpy when I put them to bed tonight.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you look closer you may notice . . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401989371618791026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sve4tmfGDnI/AAAAAAAACjc/nkkV7pSLkFA/s400/DSC_8677.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401989365001714754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sve4tN1dfEI/AAAAAAAACjU/WBI6-G7rowM/s400/DSC_8678.JPG" /&gt; they stuffed their beds with stuff animals/dolls!  Every single doll was in their beds!  Gwen and Gilbert were crammed up next to their headboard.  I really wish I could have taken a better picture of Gilbert but I was afraid of the flash waking him up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sve5CbILREI/AAAAAAAACj0/dnoOImxM4cI/s1600-h/DSC_8670.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sve5CjCUeXI/AAAAAAAACj8/pmCcSuHcHyY/s1600-h/DSC_8676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401989731470047602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sve5CjCUeXI/AAAAAAAACj8/pmCcSuHcHyY/s320/DSC_8676.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sve5CbILREI/AAAAAAAACj0/dnoOImxM4cI/s1600-h/DSC_8670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401989729347126338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sve5CbILREI/AAAAAAAACj0/dnoOImxM4cI/s320/DSC_8670.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It only took me a couple of seconds to unstuffed their beds but the whole time I was giggling at them.  I wish I could have been their when they came up with the idea to put all the dolls in their beds.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-7280667147894305430?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/7280667147894305430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=7280667147894305430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/7280667147894305430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/7280667147894305430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-what-i-saw.html' title='This is what I saw'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>chellekay78@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11589204611665950349'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sve4udr_A9I/AAAAAAAACjs/Th2SPllpCFA/s72-c/DSC_8674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-5502712379694941887</id><published>2009-11-03T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T14:16:10.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>I have lost my wedding ring!!  It has been miss for four days now!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-5502712379694941887?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/5502712379694941887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=5502712379694941887' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/5502712379694941887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/5502712379694941887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/11/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>chellekay78@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11589204611665950349'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-6513697797937818326</id><published>2009-11-03T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T05:42:00.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A year ago</title><content type='html'>Its weird to think that year ago Sam was &lt;a href="http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2008/12/pictures-of-sams-homecoming.html"&gt;coming home today&lt;/a&gt; and today he is gone. He was not even home a year between deployments. But in a lot of ways I am not complaining!!! There are many soldiers and sailors out there that are gone for over a year. My brother was gone for 18 months straight!!!! Sam hopefully will only do less then half of what my brother did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-6513697797937818326?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/6513697797937818326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=6513697797937818326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/6513697797937818326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/6513697797937818326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/11/year-ago.html' title='A year ago'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>chellekay78@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11589204611665950349'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-4943490057090189833</id><published>2009-10-29T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T16:07:50.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SuoWr2whAWI/AAAAAAAACjM/4vgRsGLvCoc/s1600-h/DSC_8507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398152046046151010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SuoWr2whAWI/AAAAAAAACjM/4vgRsGLvCoc/s320/DSC_8507.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finally carved our pumpkin today! I really did not want to buy a real pumpkin but Gilbert was so dead set on getting on that I finally caved in Monday and bought one. Gilbert wanted a big one. But the only big on they had was one that had bruises on it. I bought it anyways. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let Gwen and Gilbert help me as much as I could. Both were really excited about cutting, with my help, the pumpkin. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398152035970963362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SuoWrROZ16I/AAAAAAAACjE/43w5-FgyTvQ/s320/DSC_8510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398150837465989570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SuoVlgcjQcI/AAAAAAAACi8/WME98zojXs0/s320/DSC_8511.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398150830328873714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SuoVlF27gvI/AAAAAAAACi0/CrUmgRjrJZ4/s320/DSC_8518.JPG" /&gt;But once we started to gut the thing Gilbert would not put his hand in the mess. Gwen loved it. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398150827402080434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SuoVk69IMLI/AAAAAAAACis/e6rfIXpHI0c/s320/DSC_8519.JPG" /&gt;She would pull a couple of seeds out and give them to Gilbert so he could through them in the bowl. I finally gave them the spoons to do it. Gilbert finally got into it but only with the spoon. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398150819408409618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SuoVkdLSdBI/AAAAAAAACik/KOQgA5j5FRs/s320/DSC_8521.JPG" /&gt;When I started to draw the face they got bored and left me to it all by myself. But once I started to carve it again they magically reappeared. I did all the cutting that time around, but they punched out the pieces and threw them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were happy with how it turned out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398150811312877090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SuoVj_BKbiI/AAAAAAAACic/NEV1AOqy7OQ/s320/DSC_8525.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/9222868204877255590-4943490057090189833?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/4943490057090189833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=4943490057090189833' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/4943490057090189833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/4943490057090189833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumpkin.html' title='Pumpkin'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>chellekay78@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11589204611665950349'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SuoWr2whAWI/AAAAAAAACjM/4vgRsGLvCoc/s72-c/DSC_8507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-6084410021053933161</id><published>2009-10-29T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T15:10:09.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it stupid of me  . .</title><content type='html'>Is it stupid of me to miss my dog? I needed her this deployment. Yesterday when we went to pick up the new Tinkerbell movie, Gwen and Gilbert had an argument about where Jessie was. I can't remember what Gilbert said about where she was but Gwen said she was at the doctors because she is sick and we can't touch her. It broke my heart. Last Friday when we went to the post office to mail Sam a box, one of the vets offices that we went is next door to the post office, Gwen and Gilbert asked if we were going to go get Jessie now. I told then no she was not there. I keep telling them that Jessie is gone and she is not coming back, I always add, but Daddy is coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be happy that we still have Max but he is not my dog. He is Sam's. He does not mind me. He is so not Jessie. I got Rhiannon (Jessie's baby, who is now 4 years old) back from my mom. She use to live with us but when we moved to Cali two years ago we could only have two dogs so we left her behind with my mom. But Rhiannon is not Jessie either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I use to call someones name more then once in a row she would start howling, like hey I am right love me. She use to play fetch. I could leave the door open and 90% of the time she would not take off. She use to bring her food bowl when she wanted some food. And most of the time if right after I feed her, but would not feed her more because she was on a diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my kids would mind me . . . and pick up their toys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had friends that would come over to house to visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the stuff that happened back in February, that I will not talk about, did not happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had my twin here (30 years later and I am still wishing that, lol, now that I am laugh at myself I am going to end this and go to bed)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-6084410021053933161?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/6084410021053933161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=6084410021053933161' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/6084410021053933161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/6084410021053933161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-it-stupid-of-me.html' title='Is it stupid of me  . .'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>chellekay78@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11589204611665950349'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-1845604121016367882</id><published>2009-10-28T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T00:45:26.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Back When-sday(s) - Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://twinfatuation.blogspot.com/"&gt;Twinfatuation&lt;/a&gt; for more Way Back When-sday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396783224647981282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SuU5v9ruGOI/AAAAAAAAChg/ij9YaoOqvqk/s400/CIMG2201_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Twins' Age: 3 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SuU7iAPqMsI/AAAAAAAACh0/ZTXFay-rRAE/s1600-h/CIMG4742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396785183840678594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SuU7iAPqMsI/AAAAAAAACh0/ZTXFay-rRAE/s400/CIMG4742.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Twins' Age: 15 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SuU7h6sJWLI/AAAAAAAAChs/AW8WThr9x34/s1600-h/DSC_3910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396785182349547698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SuU7h6sJWLI/AAAAAAAAChs/AW8WThr9x34/s400/DSC_3910.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Twins' Age: 2 years old &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-1845604121016367882?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/1845604121016367882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=1845604121016367882' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1845604121016367882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1845604121016367882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/10/way-back-when-sday-halloween.html' title='Way Back When-sday(s) - Halloween'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>chellekay78@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11589204611665950349'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SuU5v9ruGOI/AAAAAAAAChg/ij9YaoOqvqk/s72-c/CIMG2201_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-1579614052619065073</id><published>2009-10-25T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:31:48.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Header and Lies &amp; Mortrin</title><content type='html'>First I want to give a big shout out to &lt;a href="http://scrapblogdesignsbyhilary.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hilary&lt;/a&gt; for updating my header for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was making dinner tonight Gwen and Gilbert were playing as usual. But they moved their playing upstairs. Which I did not think was a big deal because I though they were playing in their room like they have done in the past. So I put dinner in the over went up stairs to check on them and use the bathroom. As I was going up stairs they were on their way back down. I notice that they were playing in the water again. Which made upset at myself because I never hear the water running. I use the bathroom and as I was walking back down stairs I looked in the bathroom and notice that the Children Motrin (which was in the medicine cabinet) was empty and filled up with water. I called Gwen and Gilbert upstairs and asked very nicely if they drink it. I already know that it was Gilbert because he knows how to open those lids. Gwen told me she did not. Gilbert told me he did. Then I kind of got upset. I told them they do not drink any medicine unless I give it to them. I told Gwen to pick up their toys and go downstairs. I talked to Gilbert told him never to drink this stuff again unless I gave it to him. Then I told him to set on the stairs. I went down stairs called poison control told them that Gilbert just drink a half bottle of Motrin. The lady on the phone looked it up and told me he would be fine that he did not drink enough to cause him harm. I then called my mom to complain to her what Gilbert just did. As I was talking to her I notice that Gilbert is now in the front room. I told him to get back on the stairs. He said "don't make me cry again" It was so cute. But I still made him go sit back down on the stairs for another two minutes. I called him out and started to talk to him about how he should not drink medicine unless I gave it to him to drink. He then proceeds to tell that he did not drink it and that it was Gwen. I called Gwen into the room and asked her again. She told me "no Gilbert did". Right then I notice a grape smell. I asked Gilbert id I could smell him and it was coming from him. I then smelt Gwen and there was no smell on her. Told Gilbert I could smell it on him and don't lie to me. I asked him again did you drink the medication. Right then our dog Rhiannon walked in the room. Gilbert points to her and said "Rhiannon did it". I had the hardest time keeping a straight face. I told him not she did not do it. I decided to just let it drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my kids are at the age they will/can/might lie to me. It was a sad moment when I realized this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also does anyone know how to keep a medicine cabinet shut/locked? Any ideas??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-1579614052619065073?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/1579614052619065073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=1579614052619065073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1579614052619065073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1579614052619065073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-header-and-lies-medicain.html' title='New Header and Lies &amp; Mortrin'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>chellekay78@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11589204611665950349'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-4013033632523866610</id><published>2009-10-21T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T13:01:15.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Back When-sday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have not done one of these since February, when my life turned upside down, but since I am trying to get things back to how they were use to be lets do one! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://twinfatuation.blogspot.com/"&gt;Twinfatuation&lt;/a&gt; for more Way Back When-sday &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395142483887186578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/St9lgSC24pI/AAAAAAAAChQ/lb4b5o1YbNc/s400/CIMG2998_edited-1.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Date: Jan 18, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Twins' Age: 7 months&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gwen and Gilbert are wearing doll clothes in this picture! I had two life size, "like real" dolls since before Gwenith and Gilbert birth. One day I deiced that I wanted to see if the clothes fit Gwen and Gilbert and they did! They only wore those clothes for this picture, but weren't they cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-4013033632523866610?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/4013033632523866610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=4013033632523866610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/4013033632523866610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/4013033632523866610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/10/way-back-when-sday.html' title='Way Back When-sday'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>chellekay78@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11589204611665950349'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/St9lgSC24pI/AAAAAAAAChQ/lb4b5o1YbNc/s72-c/CIMG2998_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-950486620913785094</id><published>2009-10-19T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T00:19:42.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>United Through Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/St1fxd3eG9I/AAAAAAAAChI/47EuXlV_mnQ/s1600-h/DSC_8328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394573232095239122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/St1fxd3eG9I/AAAAAAAAChI/47EuXlV_mnQ/s400/DSC_8328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;United Through Reading is a quality-of-life program whereby deployed military personnel communicate with the children in their life through medium of reading stories aloud on DVD. Reading aloud with the children has been shown to be the single best predictor of a child’s future academic success. It also strengthens the bond between adult and child, and provides a bridge for communication and sharing, and enhances command climate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also extend the opportunity for military personnel to communicate with their spouse, and loved ones by recording a DVD with their personal message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/St1fwyPSO2I/AAAAAAAAChA/xmJl9oLvG4I/s1600-h/DSC_8329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394573220383964002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/St1fwyPSO2I/AAAAAAAAChA/xmJl9oLvG4I/s400/DSC_8329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/St1fwC3eYNI/AAAAAAAACg4/JBCP-zIwG7A/s1600-h/DSC_8330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394573207667630290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/St1fwC3eYNI/AAAAAAAACg4/JBCP-zIwG7A/s400/DSC_8330.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam did a reading/recording for Gwenith and Gilbert which they received in the mail on October 10th. They were so excited for two reasons 1) they got a box in the mail that was address to them. 2) Daddy was on TV!! They sat there and watch daddy read to them. Gilbert had a little trouble knowing when to turn the page but Gwen helped him along. She was really good about following daddy and turning the pages when it came time for daddy to read her a story. When Sam asked them a question they would quickly answer. It was cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/St1fvhlv21I/AAAAAAAACgw/hRJsjoymAxI/s1600-h/DSC_8331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394573198734908242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/St1fvhlv21I/AAAAAAAACgw/hRJsjoymAxI/s400/DSC_8331.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/St1fvJW9p7I/AAAAAAAACgo/yby_Uk547-8/s1600-h/DSC_8332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394573192230447026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/St1fvJW9p7I/AAAAAAAACgo/yby_Uk547-8/s400/DSC_8332.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That first night we had to watch daddy twice! The next day when Gilbert woke up he asked to watch daddy again on TV. I try to remember to daddy on TV everyday. Last week we had to take daddy to Wal mart with us, lol. It was so funny and cute. I should have taken a picture! The portable DVD player was in the seat section and Gwen and Gilbert were in the basket part watching it. We were strolling along down the aisle watching daddy. People would some time stop and look at us but I did not care. I think that was best behaved my kids have been in a store in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel bad. I got caught up with watching them watch daddy I totally forgot to take pictures of them watching Gwen's book (the second book).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam called that night. I told him he better do another DVD because Gwen and Gilbert absolutely loved it! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam told me yesterday that he has and that it will be in the mail soon!!!&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/9222868204877255590-950486620913785094?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/950486620913785094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=950486620913785094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/950486620913785094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/950486620913785094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/10/united-through-reading.html' title='United Through Reading'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>chellekay78@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11589204611665950349'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/St1fxd3eG9I/AAAAAAAAChI/47EuXlV_mnQ/s72-c/DSC_8328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-1616014698661110845</id><published>2009-10-15T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T14:39:49.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>two peas in a pod</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SteWbgoGYrI/AAAAAAAACgg/PSbaPMumHBo/s1600-h/DSC_8343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392944478158217906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SteWbgoGYrI/AAAAAAAACgg/PSbaPMumHBo/s400/DSC_8343.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SteWbKmxncI/AAAAAAAACgY/lwXRJoCOU-Y/s1600-h/DSC_8348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392944472247082434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SteWbKmxncI/AAAAAAAACgY/lwXRJoCOU-Y/s400/DSC_8348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SteWapFiatI/AAAAAAAACgQ/vGzBHAHX50I/s1600-h/DSC_8350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392944463249304274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SteWapFiatI/AAAAAAAACgQ/vGzBHAHX50I/s400/DSC_8350.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SteWaIyO2QI/AAAAAAAACgI/A6amY6AnJCg/s1600-h/DSC_8353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392944454578395394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SteWaIyO2QI/AAAAAAAACgI/A6amY6AnJCg/s400/DSC_8353.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Children's Place last week and I was going to buy Gwen and Gilbert Halloween PJs but saw these ans fell in love with them so I had to get them instead.  They are so cute in them&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/9222868204877255590-1616014698661110845?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/1616014698661110845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=1616014698661110845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1616014698661110845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1616014698661110845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/10/two-peas-in-pod.html' title='two peas in a pod'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>chellekay78@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11589204611665950349'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SteWbgoGYrI/AAAAAAAACgg/PSbaPMumHBo/s72-c/DSC_8343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-8466360318094024045</id><published>2009-10-06T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T14:33:37.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392941739717997650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SteT8HJEtFI/AAAAAAAACf4/zpWsFQVBm64/s400/DSC_8322.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got Jessica's ashes and paw print the other day. It was sad because I went to the vets office to get them and Gwen and Gilbert asked if we were picking up Jessie to take her home. I told them that Jessie had died and that she is up in heaven now. Gwen asked with Jesus? I told her yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392941749802020386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SteT8stSriI/AAAAAAAACgA/RJvwgNOWSP0/s400/DSC_8320.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting the box with ashes was bitter sweet. I was really glad to have Jessie back but it brought back all my emotion up again.  I was really happy to see that there was a couple of her hair stuck in the paw print.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stuck the box and her paw print in my hutch.  Oh and I put her collar in the box to along her old dog tag that I found again a couple days after I got her ashes back. &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/9222868204877255590-8466360318094024045?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/8466360318094024045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=8466360318094024045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/8466360318094024045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/8466360318094024045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/10/jessica.html' title='Jessica'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>chellekay78@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11589204611665950349'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SteT8HJEtFI/AAAAAAAACf4/zpWsFQVBm64/s72-c/DSC_8322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-4835292742708097952</id><published>2009-09-17T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T23:31:11.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day/week</title><content type='html'>Can I have redo please . . .anyone please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband left. He is on deployment, but I can handle that. Been there done that. But my kids cry almost every day for him. Hurts that they miss so much. The nights are the worst them. I think it rally has to do with I always had Sam do the night routine it was their time, plus it gave me "me time". But I tell the kids all the time daddy is coming home. We have map and they kind of know where daddy is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SrMjqMY5-1I/AAAAAAAACeY/F2dC7qstong/s1600-h/CIMG0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382685187425041234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SrMjqMY5-1I/AAAAAAAACeY/F2dC7qstong/s320/CIMG0161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dog Jessie. It all started the afternoon after Sam left. She threw up three times on my couch. I was worried but both of my dogs have thrown up before so I thought nothing of it. That night I went to put Gwenith and Gilbert to bed and there was throw up on Gwen's bed. Gwen claimed it was her that throw up but I knew other wise. I told myself if Jessie is still lethargic in the morning I will take her to a Vet. We did not have a vet here in Cali. I have always taken her/them home to Utah for their shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I put going to vet but by the afternoon I just knew I need get her to the vets right away. Instead of doing my research online and asking around I just took her to the closet vet around. That was a mistake. Dr. Luke was so uncaring. She treated me like crap. She barley touched Jessica. They ran a blood test said it was her pancreas. Her white blood cells were high and something else and he was dehydrated. I told them I could not afford to have them keep her overnight so they gave me her medication and IV for her. They told me it was going to be around 500 to 600. By the time I left it was 770.77!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SrMjqkZPnzI/AAAAAAAACeg/LAwp2-rdN6Q/s1600-h/DSCF001222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382685193868910386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SrMjqkZPnzI/AAAAAAAACeg/LAwp2-rdN6Q/s320/DSCF001222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took her home gave her her med. By the next day she was doing better, or so I thought. She was moving again. She eat just a little. And went outside and did her thing. But she was still not acting self. I was hoping she just needed a little more time to get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday things turned for the worst he would not move. I checked her gums and they were pale, there was not pink at all. It scared the crap out of me. I called around looking for founding for her. But could not find a place. I called back the stupid vet but no luck. I went to another vet they told me she was sick, but I told them I really have the money for anything could they help. They told me they thought there was a vet on base that might help. I did not know of any. They address and a phone number I went looking for this address but could not find it. By that time in was 5 pm. I took my worn out puppy and my kids home. My one regret beside the first vet was that I did not look and call more for a place to help pay for the medical care for Jessie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SrMk4LV9luI/AAAAAAAACeo/CeFPkrvqvJM/s1600-h/CIMG0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382686527174055650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SrMk4LV9luI/AAAAAAAACeo/CeFPkrvqvJM/s320/CIMG0067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jessie had not thrown up since Thursday but she started to again today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today first thing in the morning I went online found some numbers made some calls and by this afternoon I have found someone to help me!!! She told me never to go back to that vets again she is not a good one! She told me to take Jessie to Animal Medical Center that they were really good. I did what she told me. She paid for 300 of the service!!!!!! I gave the go ahead for the ultrasound and blood transfusion. This all took place at 3 by 5 I was told Jessie was bleeding in her abdomen and there was a mass on her liver and blood would not clot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said they could do surgery but it would be lot or money and she still might not make it. Because they did not know why her blood would not clot. It would be risky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 730 mu puppy was gone. I had her euthanize. I was there for her. I took her picture, I forgot to ask for them to take a picture of me holding her one last time. I held her and petted her while they gave her the meds. I told her I was sorry. And I loved her and she a very good girl and I thanked her. And then I notice she was gone, they were not even done giving her the meds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had pancreaitis, peritonitis and failure of the blood clot. They are a little confuse at why she went down hill so fast. There should have been more signs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention that Gilbert during all of this on Tuesday had diarrhea, which was not fun. Then that night/morning I heard him yelling mom, mommy. I went into his room and he had thrown up all over his bed. He had diarrhea Wednesday too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today on the way home from dropping Jessie at the vets I notice it smelled in the car like poop I asked Gilbert if he pooped he said no, then I asked him if he farted he said no. When we got home I got him out of the car and checked him. He was clean. Then I took Gwen out of the car and she had poop all over her and the carseat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got the call about Jessie I took the kids over to a friends I had her sit in her carseat without the cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sad, Jessica was my baby. She was my baby before I had babies. She was only 5 years old!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382686535066060050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SrMk4ovkBRI/AAAAAAAACew/Ebv5kGTenJM/s320/DSCF00081.JPG" /&gt;Jessica Rhiannon June 12, 2004 - Sept 17, 2009&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382688971000623042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SrMnGbTnr8I/AAAAAAAACfY/mXAfqSzxDXo/s400/DSC_8294.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382688980229972370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SrMnG9sEYZI/AAAAAAAACfg/FFUO7wAyXtk/s400/DSC_8295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382688988760945682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SrMnHdeAtBI/AAAAAAAACfo/LmMN3SAcaTs/s400/DSC_8296.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382688994739834770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SrMnHzvfT5I/AAAAAAAACfw/Jc8wTNHB58k/s400/DSC_8297.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was so full of life. She was great dog, and I am not a dog fan. She was there for me. She knew when I was upset. She put up with all of Gwen and Gilbert crap towards her.  She put up with Max.  I loved that she would howl if called her to much. I loved how she had just the right a mount of energy. I loved how she always slept in until 11 most morning. She was a true princess. When she was hungry she would bring you her dog bowl and any object that could have food put in it. &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/9222868204877255590-4835292742708097952?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/4835292742708097952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=4835292742708097952' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/4835292742708097952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/4835292742708097952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/09/bad-dayweek.html' title='bad day/week'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>chellekay78@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11589204611665950349'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SrMjqMY5-1I/AAAAAAAACeY/F2dC7qstong/s72-c/CIMG0161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-3054392256011517308</id><published>2009-09-15T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T09:52:06.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sneak peek . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sundinphotography.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381581795254384882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sq84IUPYuPI/AAAAAAAACcY/t5syehgsyqU/s400/C_family-01-400x600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381581805828846786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sq84I7oiNMI/AAAAAAAACcg/LR9sL7znPB4/s400/C_family-02-940x521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381581807688658514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sq84JCj8rlI/AAAAAAAACco/WoGmjRMXbX4/s400/C_family-03-899x600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381581816116001986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sq84Jh9LvMI/AAAAAAAACcw/NoXap-d-Lvs/s400/C_family-042-899x600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381581824890458242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sq84KCpLUII/AAAAAAAACc4/XFmmQj9Umu8/s400/C_family-05-400x600.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381583539312460386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sq85t1XPAmI/AAAAAAAACdo/EL1UoxYCQkI/s400/C_family-06-899x600.jpg" /&gt; These images are from when we had a family photo shot at the beach here in Cali. They were taken three days before Sam left on deployment. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381583548376499570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sq85uXIRRXI/AAAAAAAACdw/GZz-cCdFp7M/s400/C_family-07-899x600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time our family did a photo session not in studio and I loved it!!! We ended up having a lot of fun doing our photo session, we were so comfortable and relaxed, and so at ease for the pictures. &lt;a href="http://www.sundinphotography.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ginette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, our photographer, was the best. She let us do whatever we wanted plus she add suggestion too, which helped tons. We were a little late showing up at the location, no surprise there, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ginette&lt;/span&gt; was so nice about it. When it came down to taking pictures she got down on Gwen and Gilbert level and "played" with them. She even brought them candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381583995425248882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sq86IYg_1nI/AAAAAAAACd4/l8OzOIaQo2g/s400/C_family-08-400x600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gwen warmed up to her right away. Gilbert took some time but still he had blast digging in the sand while he was getting his picture taken. It was hard to get him away from digging to take some family pictures in the water. Gwen on the other hand wanted to stay in the water. Oh speaking of water . . . oh my goodness the water was so nice and warm that day. I wish we would have been swimming/play in the water all day long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381584002318519826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sq86IyMezhI/AAAAAAAACeA/ckWs4AmXN4s/s400/C_family-09-899x600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always wanted to do a photo session outside, but just have never done it. I love seeing family picture taken in the great out doors. They are so more inviting. I was really excited for this shot and it turned out just the way I wanted it to. We had so much fun and we made memories that will last a life time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381584009269645810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sq86JMFwkfI/AAAAAAAACeI/ucKDsiK2aJM/s400/C_family-10-899x600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pictures I have on my blog are a sneak peek of what was taken. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ginette&lt;/span&gt; wanted Sam to be able to see some of them so she show these off on &lt;a href="http://www.sundinphotography.com/blog/2009/09/uso-charity-auction-photo-shoot-sundin-photography-san-diego-candid-family-photography/"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I think the pictures have turned out wonderful and I can't wait to see the rest of them!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381584015587228530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sq86Jjn_O3I/AAAAAAAACeQ/jdMymgI-zMk/s400/C_family-11-400x600.jpg" /&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/9222868204877255590-3054392256011517308?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/3054392256011517308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=3054392256011517308' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/3054392256011517308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/3054392256011517308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/09/sneak-peek.html' title='sneak peek . . .'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>chellekay78@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11589204611665950349'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sq84IUPYuPI/AAAAAAAACcY/t5syehgsyqU/s72-c/C_family-01-400x600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-1570391324465546144</id><published>2009-09-10T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:56:19.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessie</title><content type='html'>Last night I notice Jessie, my doggy, was not acting right. Earlier in the she had thrown up and now that I was thinking about she was not acting herself earlier that day too. Anyways she threw up twice on my coach! I cleaned that up and really did not think much about it. Then when I was getting ready for my ombudsman dinner I was going to Jessie got a drink of water and threw up right away, right there it should have brought up a red flag but I was so caught up in me and being late that I just cleaned it up and left. When I got home and I finally relaxed I notice Jessie was not being herself and I knew right then something was wrong. In the past I have always ran to vet when ever I though something was wrong, and half the time I was right. But because we don't have a vet in the area I deiced to just wait until this morning to see if was still lethargic. She spent the whole night in one spot on my bed. I waited until 10am and finally said enough is enough and took her to a near by vet. They were able to see us right away. I loved the staff there but not really the veterinarian she was ok but I just did not feel she was that friendly. She diagnose Jessie with canine pancreatitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I read online:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canine pancreatitis, is when the pancreas becomes inflamed and disrupts the normal functions of the organ. The digestive enzymes that are normally kept safely inside the pancreas are released too soon and they begin to digest the body itself. Most of the time, inflammation of the pancreas only affects the areas of the pancreas and the liver. Even if it does not progress, this is painful for the dog and can be life threatening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wanted to keep Jessica over night and treat her, but just could not afford that. They gave me the option to take her home and do the treatment there. So I oped for that. I have to give her an IV twice a day for two days. I have to give her a couple of shot in the next 24 hour and then she moves onto a pill form of the medication. They so gave (bought) me some food for Jessie to eat when she get her appetite back. Instead of it costing 1800.00 it so far cost me 700.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessie is my first baby. I have had her for five years and two months. She is such a good dog. It will hurt me to lose her. She is my baby, my princess and I know I complain about the dogs sometimes and how easy it would be with them but you know I love them and it really sad if I lose her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-1570391324465546144?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/1570391324465546144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=1570391324465546144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1570391324465546144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/1570391324465546144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/09/jessie.html' title='Jessie'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>chellekay78@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11589204611665950349'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-5559313787909303187</id><published>2009-09-09T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T00:04:06.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deployment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SqibrZsMiTI/AAAAAAAACag/Zu-loJnsK3A/s1600-h/DSC_8216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379720924826994994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SqibrZsMiTI/AAAAAAAACag/Zu-loJnsK3A/s320/DSC_8216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well Sam left on deployment again yesterday. He should be gone about the same amount of time as last time. I am doing ok right now. I had my moments yesterday. So far, my whole 36 hours since he has been gone has been a lot harder then last time. I think it had a lot to do with last time I went to Utah (home) right after he left and I live there the whole time he was deployed. This time around I am here at our house without him and everything reminds me he is not coming home for awhile. Plus Gwen and Gilbert are a year older now&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SqifWM8px1I/AAAAAAAACcA/QeJDom07gVY/s1600-h/DSC_8242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379724958675617618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SqifWM8px1I/AAAAAAAACcA/QeJDom07gVY/s320/DSC_8242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and they very a ware that Daddy is not home and they can speak it this time a round. Yesterday was really hard on them. I/we tried to explain it to them a couple of days before. But it was no big deal to them then. Yesterday when Daddy went on his ship and Gilbert put it together he started to ball!! It was so sad. He kept yelling "Daddy come down", "Daddy come here", "I want my daddy". He was crying from that moment until ship started to pulled away. He was still crying when it was pulling out but as much. Gwen cryed a couple of times but nothing compare to Gilbert. She was more mad then anything. It was a tough day on both of them. I started to cry a little bit to when I ship pulled away. How I finally got Gilbert to stop crying is that I told him daddy is coming back! He will come home after Christmas. He is actually come home WAY after Christmas but it was the only thing I could think of at the time. But I think that helped that I told daddy wasn't leaving forever, that he was going to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sqibsar5ntI/AAAAAAAACaw/Psl5ZgdCF4w/s1600-h/DSC_8227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379720942274059986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/Sqibsar5ntI/AAAAAAAACaw/Psl5ZgdCF4w/s320/DSC_8227.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SqifEssjWrI/AAAAAAAACb4/dUg3vxXFQ3A/s1600-h/DSC_8229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379724657960377010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SqifEssjWrI/AAAAAAAACb4/dUg3vxXFQ3A/s320/DSC_8229.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are of Sam saying goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home is when I really lost it. Just being home without him and knowing he was coming though the door in a couple of day just did me in. What was cute was Gilbert was the one that came over and gave me hug and kisses on my checks, like I did for him. At one point he took my tissue and wiped away a tear I had missed. He made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwenith and Gilbert both have mentioned daddy a handful of times today. They know he is on his ship. They tell me they missed him and I let them know I miss him too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SqibqfWhBNI/AAAAAAAACaQ/5swMMFJ5MEM/s1600-h/DSC_8203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379720909166806226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SqibqfWhBNI/AAAAAAAACaQ/5swMMFJ5MEM/s320/DSC_8203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SqibqwxZsiI/AAAAAAAACaY/WgfxlaU_RS8/s1600-h/DSC_8207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379720913842975266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SqibqwxZsiI/AAAAAAAACaY/WgfxlaU_RS8/s320/DSC_8207.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Those are Gwen and Gilbert "daddy bears". We got them when Sam deployed last year. Sam put a recording in the paw of each bears telling them that daddy loves and he will be home soon. This year we de-stuffed and washed them, then went we went to build-a-bear got re-stuffed and put another recording in the other paw of each bear, so now they both have two each. That way they can hear daddy's voice anytime they want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SqihQi9zSWI/AAAAAAAACcI/VXJGkme05Mw/s1600-h/DSC_8278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379727060530055522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SqihQi9zSWI/AAAAAAAACcI/VXJGkme05Mw/s400/DSC_8278.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gwen and Gilbert watch daddy's ship leave&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379727261665713538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SqihcQQR3YI/AAAAAAAACcQ/ox6i1jtGRzs/s400/DSC_8284.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-5559313787909303187?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/5559313787909303187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=5559313787909303187' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/5559313787909303187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/5559313787909303187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/09/deployment.html' title='Deployment'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>chellekay78@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11589204611665950349'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljPA1a4gFJs/SqibrZsMiTI/AAAAAAAACag/Zu-loJnsK3A/s72-c/DSC_8216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-7088512476249634791</id><published>2009-09-03T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T11:11:53.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flashback</title><content type='html'>Today sams ship had a family day cruise that I at the last minute went on.  It brought back so many memories from when I use to be enlisted. Do I miss it? Sometimes and some things about it. What I do miss is the people. Being on a ship is like high school all over again. Everyone is everyone's business. It is also like a college dorm. Being in the navy gives you 300 roommates!  But do miss having your best friend around all the time. I miss visiting other countries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not miss the high seas. And being stuck on 300 feet of gray ship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-7088512476249634791?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/7088512476249634791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=7088512476249634791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/7088512476249634791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/7088512476249634791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/09/flashback.html' title='flashback'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>chellekay78@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11589204611665950349'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-2533627268330052568</id><published>2009-09-01T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T09:45:54.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>repeat after me</title><content type='html'>I will not cry! Now that Sam has return to work the reality of him soon leaving for deployment has set in.  A couple time now while I have been cleaning I just wanted to cry.  I have been there done that with deployments it is nothing new.  But still it is sad knowing in under week he will be gone for half of a year.  I am very happy that it is nothing like when Jeremy was deployed.  18 months is a very long time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Gwen and Gilbert woke up this morning they asked where is daddy.  Gwen said she wanted him home with her.  It was cute.  We were very lucky that Sam was able to take 24 days of leave.  We spent half of that time in Utah fixing our house up but it was time together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok let repeat this again I will not cry . . . yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-2533627268330052568?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/2533627268330052568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=2533627268330052568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/2533627268330052568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/2533627268330052568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/09/repeat-after-me.html' title='repeat after me'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>chellekay78@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11589204611665950349'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-6575251325374377877</id><published>2009-08-31T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T09:41:56.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 days</title><content type='html'>Its really sad to think that I have eight more days until Sam leaves on deployment. I don't think I am ready. I am not moving home this time around. It is just to hard to do that every time. I hated packing up my house and putting it in storage, then turn around six months later and unpacking everything. I did like having my family around during that time so I am planning to travel home a lot during this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been so nice the last three weeks Sam has been on leave (vacation).  He toke that long because we had to go back to Utah to take care of our house there.  Our rents decided to move two months early.  I was kind of glad they moved because they were behind on rent.  Once they left they we found out that they did not take care of the house that well!!!  So there was a lot to fix up.  We lowered the rent and easily found new renters.  I really like the new people and the neighbors do too, that is a first, so lets hope they take care of the place and they stay a while!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day of the leave period and Sam goes back to work tomorrow.  I am not looking forward to all of this.  I just telling myself only 8 more years of this!  We are on the down hill to retirement!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-6575251325374377877?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/6575251325374377877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=6575251325374377877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/6575251325374377877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/6575251325374377877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/08/8-days.html' title='8 days'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>chellekay78@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11589204611665950349'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-691351684432720287</id><published>2009-08-29T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T18:33:11.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things Gwen say</title><content type='html'>Gwen just out of the blue said mommy has a big butt I have a little butt. Then she said it again. This made Sam and I laugh. It's my fault she said that because I say it all the time. But it was funny to hear it from her. I then asked her if daddy has a big butt. I was half expecting her to say yes because compare to her he does, but she said no. Daddy has a peepee. Then she turn to Gilbert and said, like you brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I learn from this is I need to watch what I say around her.  I don't swear so that is not a problem but I need to really think about what I am saying about other things to, because she (and Gilbert) are listening to me and storing ever thing  I say so they can say them  at wrong moments&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-691351684432720287?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/691351684432720287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=691351684432720287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/691351684432720287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/691351684432720287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-gwen-say.html' title='things Gwen say'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>chellekay78@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11589204611665950349'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-8519402393294762817</id><published>2009-06-15T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T16:11:19.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my mommy!</title><content type='html'>My mom flew out this afternoon and I already miss her! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I will admit it I started to miss her the second she walked into the airport!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to clean my house. then hopefully I will download some pictures from my camera to share with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any maybe, just maybe I will be able to read some blogs too, I miss knowing what is going on with all my blogger friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to clean this messy house of mine . . .  I love my phone, I am able to type this up and share this all with you . .  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; I really need to clean my house . . . anyone wants to help me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-8519402393294762817?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/8519402393294762817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=8519402393294762817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/8519402393294762817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/8519402393294762817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-miss-my-mommy.html' title='I miss my mommy!'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>chellekay78@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11589204611665950349'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222868204877255590.post-2587457267073555832</id><published>2009-06-10T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T08:43:59.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>passing out</title><content type='html'>A week ago Gwen was walking and fell. I missed the whole thing be Sam was standing just right in front of me that I missed it. Anyways Gwen fell, Sam picked her up and I noticed blood. She scratched both her knees and her hand. She was crying but really bad. I took her from Sam told him to get Gilbert in the car and I would go back to the USO where we had just eaten dinner and clean her up. I walked in and the guy at the counter for some band-aids. A lady herd me and gave me some. By that time Gwen was not crying at all. I took Gwen into the restroom and started to clean her up. I had her sit on the counter and I was getting all the rocks out of her knee.  The whole time I was cleaning her she was saying she was sorry, which I told her she had nothing to be sorry for. She would also thank me for cleaning her! She is so sweet. As I was cleaning up the mess I made by cleaning her up Gwen. Just when I was finishing up I notice Gwen starting to slump a little bit. I asked her what she was doing. That is when I noticed that her eyes where going back. I hurried and grabbed her up in my arms (I had a hand on her the whole time because I was worried about her falling off the counter) I said Gwen wake up! She had passed out me! This really freaked me out. I walked out of the restroom and just then she kind of woke up. She had no color to her face. I left the USO and got into the car with Sam what happened and asked him what we should do. He did not know. I called her doctor but because it was after hours I got no one. I tried to call my mom but no answer. We started to head to the navy hospital because that was the closest. On the way there I remembered one of my friends husband is a pediatrician so I called her but she did not answer. It kind of funny when I really need someone to tell me what to do I could not get a hold of any one! Just when we we're getting to the hospital my friend called me back. I talked to her husband and told him what happened he said she most likely passed out because of the pain. By that time the color had returned to her face and she was talking again. I never would have guessed that Gwen would have been in so much pain that it made her pass out. She wasn't crying or anything. And no she did not hit her head. I double checked that with Sam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwen is fine now. She had to wear a band aid for two days, her choice. But then she told me was all better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222868204877255590-2587457267073555832?l=chellekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/feeds/2587457267073555832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9222868204877255590&amp;postID=2587457267073555832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/2587457267073555832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222868204877255590/posts/default/2587457267073555832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellekay.blogspot.com/2009/06/passing-put.html' title='passing out'/><author><name>chellekay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07118041481438803977</uri><email>chellekay78@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11589204611665950349'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>