<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144</id><updated>2011-12-23T17:01:17.854-08:00</updated><category term='packages'/><category term='Babies'/><category term='songs'/><category term='camera'/><category term='crying'/><category term='Not Me Monday&apos;s'/><category term='cheaters'/><category term='give-a-ways'/><category term='hubby'/><category term='photos'/><category term='blog'/><category term='stupid people'/><category term='Maid of Honor'/><category term='life'/><category term='deployments'/><category term='leave'/><category term='jobs'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='MIL wives'/><category term='Simple Minded'/><category term='worries'/><category term='Ignorance'/><category term='100 things'/><category term='love'/><category term='cleaning'/><title type='text'>Living the Army Wife Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Taking our fist deployment day by day. Finding out things about us as a whole and eachothers as individuals 8 years later. Counting the days until he is home.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144.post-2479271060937519680</id><published>2009-06-26T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:47:09.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a life time.</title><content type='html'>Wow its been forever since I have been on here. I still will randomly check out others blogs I have just been SO busy lately. I work, work, work, now. Im not complaining though some ppl would love to be in my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well B should be home in less then 45 days :) It still kinda feels like he will never be here. I wish I could say I had something really exciting to write about, or something cool that I have done since the last time I wrote but, I dont. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all you wonderful ladies are enjoying the summer :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440447246382073144-2479271060937519680?l=armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2479271060937519680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440447246382073144&amp;postID=2479271060937519680' title='45 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/2479271060937519680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/2479271060937519680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-life-time.html' title='Its been a life time.'/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144.post-9128006143878255318</id><published>2009-05-05T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:33:11.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wonderful</title><content type='html'>I am loving the new job. I am learning so much new stuff that I can take into getttin mt realistate license if I decide to do so. Plus I work with one of my best freinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well gotta get back to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love to All&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440447246382073144-9128006143878255318?l=armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/9128006143878255318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440447246382073144&amp;postID=9128006143878255318' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/9128006143878255318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/9128006143878255318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2009/05/wonderful.html' title='wonderful'/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144.post-7584873745281496684</id><published>2009-04-27T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T00:42:14.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Job update</title><content type='html'>I got the job I was hoping I would. I am so excited!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440447246382073144-7584873745281496684?l=armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/7584873745281496684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440447246382073144&amp;postID=7584873745281496684' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/7584873745281496684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/7584873745281496684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2009/04/job-update.html' title='Job update'/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144.post-4780137878457649645</id><published>2009-04-25T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:37:18.949-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leave'/><title type='text'>Its been too long!</title><content type='html'>So B is gone now! :( I had the best two weeks ever. We got to see everyone that we needed to and spent quality time together. I missed him so much. We just found our that he will be home in about 80 or so days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropping him off at the airport was the hardest thing to do ever. I think taking him back after leave was harder then watching him leave the first time. The whole morning I felt sick to my stomache and it took everything I had to not cry. Well to top the morning off neither one of us had and cash on us to pay for parking at the airport. So we decided to just park in the loading zone and take the ticket. Well there was a parking attendent who started yelling about how we couldn't park there. So I had to tell him goodbye right in front airport doors. :( It took all the strength I had to not punch the lady in the mouth. There is no way in the world she couldn't see that he was going overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well something some what happier, still job hunting.....but have something on the line. Im hoping that it will go through. I will be working for one of my best friends and will make a desent amount of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that all is well for all you lovely ladies here in blog land. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440447246382073144-4780137878457649645?l=armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4780137878457649645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440447246382073144&amp;postID=4780137878457649645' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/4780137878457649645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/4780137878457649645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-been-too-long.html' title='Its been too long!'/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144.post-2553769451672031138</id><published>2009-04-06T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:06:16.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leave'/><title type='text'>not another sleepless nght in cali</title><content type='html'>I can say without a doubt that last night was the best sleep that I have had in about 8 months. It felt wonderful to have my hubby laying next to me. Even though there a few times when he touched me I flipped out cause I forgot he was home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure whats on the agenda for today. When I woke up he was gone. He decided not to wake me ( which I would have like to be ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just excited to have my hubby again :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440447246382073144-2553769451672031138?l=armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2553769451672031138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440447246382073144&amp;postID=2553769451672031138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/2553769451672031138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/2553769451672031138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-another-sleepless-nght-in-cali.html' title='not another sleepless nght in cali'/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144.post-2468517327399219159</id><published>2009-04-05T17:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:15:38.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAAAA</title><content type='html'>THE HUBBY IS HOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENOUGH SAID :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440447246382073144-2468517327399219159?l=armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2468517327399219159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440447246382073144&amp;postID=2468517327399219159' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/2468517327399219159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/2468517327399219159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2009/04/yaaaa.html' title='YAAAA'/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144.post-6667195245361474641</id><published>2009-03-27T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T16:43:14.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW</title><content type='html'>Its been forever since I have been on here. I miss it. So lets see whats been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B gets home on the 5th! I CAN'T WAIT! I am so excited to see him. At the same time it still feels like its unreal. Like something will happen and keep me from seeing him. On top of that I keep having these weird dreams so that doesn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm I have gone on a few interviews. Haven't heard anything yet :(. I hope something comes up soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend looks promising. Tomorrow the family is going to Bass Lake. Gonna do some fishing and B-B-Qing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a great weekend :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440447246382073144-6667195245361474641?l=armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/6667195245361474641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440447246382073144&amp;postID=6667195245361474641' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/6667195245361474641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/6667195245361474641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2009/03/wow.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144.post-3490609321369964674</id><published>2009-03-18T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:01:05.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In about</title><content type='html'>16 days I will see my hubby again. Thats right 16, count em. Man am I excited! I know now time will feel like its dragging but I still cant stop this weird butterfly feeling in my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well gotta cook dinner and do more job searching. Got a job fair to go to. Hope something comes from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Love :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440447246382073144-3490609321369964674?l=armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3490609321369964674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440447246382073144&amp;postID=3490609321369964674' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/3490609321369964674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/3490609321369964674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-about.html' title='In about'/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144.post-3410448708759559668</id><published>2009-03-10T22:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:44:00.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A month and counting!!</title><content type='html'>So April is right around the corner. That means that B will be coming home. Can I get a YAAAAA! I cant wait. Im so excited. There are no words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still job searching...blaahhhhh! It sucks. Hopefully something will come up soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440447246382073144-3410448708759559668?l=armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3410448708759559668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440447246382073144&amp;postID=3410448708759559668' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/3410448708759559668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/3410448708759559668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2009/03/month-and-counting.html' title='A month and counting!!'/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144.post-8798177331503087198</id><published>2009-03-07T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T16:25:20.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>So I know I haven't been posting or commenting much! Its just that looking for a job has pretty much taken all of my time! I have seen while  searching through blogs that some hubbys are coming home or are already there, to those ladies I give a big YAAAA! Congratulations ladies your made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the ladies that are still in the same boat as me. That time will soon be here for us and we will too be the most excited women on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well in blogger land!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440447246382073144-8798177331503087198?l=armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8798177331503087198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440447246382073144&amp;postID=8798177331503087198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/8798177331503087198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/8798177331503087198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2009/03/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144.post-6846184688342554483</id><published>2009-02-27T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T14:06:30.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping my fingers crossed</title><content type='html'>I have done about a zillion applications. Today I checked my email and I had about 4 responses. So I did what they asked and emailed all the information back they requested. So heres hoping!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ladies when you say your nightly prayers keep me in mind! It would be greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW HAPPY FRIDAYYY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440447246382073144-6846184688342554483?l=armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/6846184688342554483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440447246382073144&amp;postID=6846184688342554483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/6846184688342554483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/6846184688342554483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2009/02/keeping-my-fingers-crossed.html' title='Keeping my fingers crossed'/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144.post-3610796467919356299</id><published>2009-02-25T17:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:09:50.754-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIL wives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheaters'/><title type='text'>I just dont get it</title><content type='html'>I fully understand that being away from your husband is mentally, emotionally, and sexually draining. All you want is the person that was there to help when something broke and to hold you when you cried, and to lay down with you when you were in the mood. Being a military wife can be one of the loneliest jobs in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is NO EXCUSE to run around and cheat on your husband. Today one of B's SGT found out his wife was cheating. This just makes me sick. To me cheating is never ok but, I can kind of understand when a husband just ignores you and is never there for you when you live in the same home. But to cheat on him when he is out fighting for his country and putting his life on the line everyday is just low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know every man at one points wonders if it could happen to him. Then they see their buddies going through this. Its the same men that say "not my girl I got a good  one." Woman like this are what make military men wonder. They are a  disgrace the MIL wife name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all the wifes that go through 12 to 15 month deployments staying faithful with a full time job, 3 kids and all that comes with that, you are my inspiration. I hope that one day when I am in your postion I am as strong as you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440447246382073144-3610796467919356299?l=armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3610796467919356299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440447246382073144&amp;postID=3610796467919356299' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/3610796467919356299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/3610796467919356299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-just-dont-get-it.html' title='I just dont get it'/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144.post-1335379866322603889</id><published>2009-02-24T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:24:07.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deployment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;YOU SUCK!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440447246382073144-1335379866322603889?l=armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/1335379866322603889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440447246382073144&amp;postID=1335379866322603889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/1335379866322603889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/1335379866322603889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2009/02/deployment.html' title='Deployment'/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144.post-8416139038387600053</id><published>2009-02-21T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:07:28.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH</title><content type='html'>So I hate not having a computer. I cant ever get on here and read all the wonderful blogs or do my commenting :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I popped my knee out of place yesterday. Its the worst pain ever. I have done this numerous times but, the last three times have been horrible. Once I had to go to the hospital to have them pop it back into place. The last two times I just push it back in. All I know is that if child bearing hurts this much I dont know if kids are in my future. LOL. All I got to say is bring it on Murphy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all you ladies are having a good weekend. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440447246382073144-8416139038387600053?l=armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8416139038387600053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440447246382073144&amp;postID=8416139038387600053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/8416139038387600053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/8416139038387600053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2009/02/ouch.html' title='OUCH'/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144.post-6704259399086764481</id><published>2009-02-17T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:15:30.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummer</title><content type='html'>So I am computerless -is that a word- well I no longer have a computer at home. That was a sad day. So I will blog whenever possible. I hope that all is well in blogland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much is going on here. Today I found out that B got into a FIST FIGHT with one of the other guys. I guess that the guy kept messing with B and after numerous times of telling him to stop things went to the next level and got physical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess neither one of them are  hurt too bad. Just a few bumps and bruises. I asked if there were still problems and B said no that they were fine and talking. LOL. To me that's typical men. They fight and the problem is solved and they go back to being friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am making a stitch less -spelling- blanket for one of B's friends. I made B a blanket made from the same material that his ACU's are made from, with the digital print. Well his buddy seen it and asked me to make him one. So here I am making my second blanket of this deployment for the same guy. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ladies I am off. I will be back as soon as I have a computer that is accesible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440447246382073144-6704259399086764481?l=armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/6704259399086764481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440447246382073144&amp;postID=6704259399086764481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/6704259399086764481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/6704259399086764481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2009/02/bummer.html' title='Bummer'/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144.post-5964350773618542819</id><published>2009-02-09T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:25:51.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tour of California</title><content type='html'>Not much is going on here. Just been working and trying to stay busy. This weekend I found out that Lance Armstrong will riding through my home town on the Tour of California!! Pretty neat,I think I might go watch it will be around the time I get off work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope all you ladies started your weeks off right and make it through another 4 days before the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440447246382073144-5964350773618542819?l=armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/5964350773618542819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440447246382073144&amp;postID=5964350773618542819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/5964350773618542819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/5964350773618542819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2009/02/tour-of-california.html' title='Tour of California'/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144.post-4045747224789394041</id><published>2009-02-04T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:31:18.952-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>4 Years To The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;B became more then just my best friend he became my boyfriend. I know its weird to think of these year things now that were married but I think that this day will forever be in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B and I met my freshman year of high school, he was a sophomore. At the time he was dating a girl, I will call *Whats Her Face*. I knew this girl pretty well. Over the next 3 years we would grown as friends. We would talk about relationship problems that we were each having. I was the one he would call saying that they broke up and I would just tell him that it would all eventually work and and they would be fine. And they would be they would get back together and that cycle continued over the next 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to my Junior year. Me and B ended up having ceramics together. Well things weren't going so well between him and *WHF*. By the beginning of 2 semester they had broken up. Things were weird for sometime. The time eventually came and me and B started dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when all the cattiness (is that a word) and trash talking started. *WHF* would have her friends talk trash and there were a few instances where I was within inches of beating the crap out of this girl. OK OK I might have some anger issues. After what seemed like forever the drama started to die down. Never completely thought there was always the eye rolls and the dirty looks. But I would take that over all the other crap that was going on any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next 4 years we have seen each other through everything starting a month after we started dating we my fathers imprisonment, fights, deaths, laughing, crying, Boot camp, break-ups, make-ups, new jobs, promotions, getting a place of our own, getting married, and now a deployment. Doing it all while making great memories and learning about each other and growing into adults. I wouldn't trade the things we have gone through for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never met anyone that can make me laugh like he can (even from 7,000 miles away). No one else in the world can push my buttons like ha can then act like it never happened and start kissing and hugging me to make it better. I miss him more than words can explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B I love you with all of my heart. You will forever by my FATHEAD!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/SYpc6GdIJSI/AAAAAAAAABI/UWqaWdjyrwg/s1600-h/l_ba46ee4a73ca3f375f5928b637c7aee9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299150064789759266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/SYpc6GdIJSI/AAAAAAAAABI/UWqaWdjyrwg/s320/l_ba46ee4a73ca3f375f5928b637c7aee9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440447246382073144-4045747224789394041?l=armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4045747224789394041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440447246382073144&amp;postID=4045747224789394041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/4045747224789394041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/4045747224789394041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2009/02/b-became-more-then-just-my-best-friend.html' title='4 Years To The Day'/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/SYpc6GdIJSI/AAAAAAAAABI/UWqaWdjyrwg/s72-c/l_ba46ee4a73ca3f375f5928b637c7aee9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144.post-4341267992659930314</id><published>2009-02-02T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:46:18.050-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not Me Monday&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Not Me Monday</title><content type='html'>So I have seen a few ladies do this and I loved the idea..........I'm calling it the Not Me Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I DID NOT sit in PJ's till 12:00pm Friday even though I was up at 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I DID NOT ruin my Jenga game by writting dares on every single block&lt;br /&gt;that you HAD to do when you pulled that piece.........what fun with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I DID NOT dress up in black and war paint with the ladies and go buy 48 rolls&lt;br /&gt;of TP and go attack the Husbands and Boyfriends trucks with toilet paper :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I DID NOT have a bird fly right into my windshield and scare me half to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I DID NOT have a little to much to drink while watching the STEELERS kick&lt;br /&gt;the crap out of the CARDNIALS. (what a great game)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offically love Not Me Monday's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440447246382073144-4341267992659930314?l=armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4341267992659930314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440447246382073144&amp;postID=4341267992659930314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/4341267992659930314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/4341267992659930314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-me-monday.html' title='Not Me Monday'/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144.post-1478031319571796909</id><published>2009-02-02T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:35:14.660-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='give-a-ways'/><title type='text'>I almost forgot!!</title><content type='html'>There are two GREAT giveaways going on right now that you ladies fo sho......hahah.....need to check out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we have: &lt;a href="http://kettadora.blogspot.com/2009/02/giveawayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.html"&gt;Life Of A Wife&lt;/a&gt; who's got things that you can chose to win. Thats right she isn't just picking something to win she is letting you have the choice so go on a check her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is: &lt;a href="http://saravido.blogspot.com/2009/02/400th-post-giveaway-few-of-my-favorite.html"&gt;Sara from When In Rome&lt;/a&gt; giving away a delish Pink Sugar perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go check these ladies wonderful blogs out and become followers.......I promise they will not disappoint!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440447246382073144-1478031319571796909?l=armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/1478031319571796909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440447246382073144&amp;postID=1478031319571796909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/1478031319571796909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/1478031319571796909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-almost-forgot.html' title='I almost forgot!!'/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144.post-7812270323296688880</id><published>2009-02-02T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:28:48.506-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='packages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maid of Honor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><title type='text'>Great news and some not so great news</title><content type='html'>So awhile back I talked about my friends who happend to get pregnant when she was told she couldn't &lt;a href="http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-your-blood-type-please.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Well she lost the baby :(. Not what we wanted to hear. But on a better note she in now a wife in the making. She called me today and was telling me all about it and then she asked me to......... BE HER MAID OF HONOR!!! Of course I said yes and her boy toy is going to be asking B to be his best man. I know he will be so happy! Now just to figure out what all my duties are as a Maid Of Honor. I am ready for the challange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am now a month closer to seeing B. He comes home in April. Im hoping we get the exact dates in a timely manner so I can take time off work but, if you have ever delt with the army you know things like dates and times are never correct and always change. But I am still excited. Im shipping off his package tomorrow I'm just hoping it gets there in time for Valentines Day. I kinda lagged on getting it out. Oops!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440447246382073144-7812270323296688880?l=armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/7812270323296688880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440447246382073144&amp;postID=7812270323296688880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/7812270323296688880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/7812270323296688880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-news-and-some-not-so-great-news.html' title='Great news and some not so great news'/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144.post-24133692691020803</id><published>2009-01-27T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:39:01.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Role in OUR Life</title><content type='html'>A Army Wife is someone who cancels plans to sit by the phone and wait for his call even though the phone breaks up and cuts off everytime you speak. We are sad, andgry, stong, and independent. We learn to fix leaky sinks and over flowing toilets. We learn to change the oil and fix a flat. We learn to kill the biggest bugs and to use power tools. Not because We want to but because We are in a position that MAKES us. We can break down and pull ourselves together better then most. The paychecks aren't enough and holding a pillow isn't the same. A web cam can never replace is face beign within arms reach. We are the ones left behind to keep everything together so that life can resume when he returns. We pray every night that they are safe from harm. We smile and tell people that we are ok and everthing is fine when really We feel like breaking down right then and there. Being a Soldiers Wife is just about as hard as being the Soldier. We go without the hugs, kisses, touches of our Husbands so you can be with yours. But I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440447246382073144-24133692691020803?l=armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/24133692691020803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440447246382073144&amp;postID=24133692691020803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/24133692691020803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/24133692691020803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-role-in-our-life.html' title='My Role in OUR Life'/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144.post-8893304984569091353</id><published>2009-01-25T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:33:22.975-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>100 Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I seen this on &lt;a href="http://armybloggerwife.blogspot.com/"&gt;ABW&lt;/a&gt;'s page I thought I would like to do that so here it is........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Started your own blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Slept under the stars- want to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Visited Hawaii- someday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Been to Disneyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Held a praying mantis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. Sang a solo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. Bungee jumped-sounds like fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Watched a lightning storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- does rollerblading count :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15. Adopted a child- i want to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;21. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Had a pillow fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;22. Hitch hiked- i like living&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;23. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;26. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gone skinny dipping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied- someday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;39. Gone rock climbing-on the to do list&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;41. Sung karaoke- in my livivng room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;43. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;44. Visited Africa4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;46. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Been transported in an ambulance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;53. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Played in the mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;54. Gone to a drive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;57. Started a business&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;63. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Got flowers for no reason&lt;/span&gt;-cause the hubby loves me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;64. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;65. Gone sky diving- i will someday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;71. Eaten caviar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;77. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Broken a bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;80. Published a book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;88. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Had chickenpox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;93. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lost a loved one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;94. Had a baby- someday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;98. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Owned a mobile phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;99. Been stung by a bee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;100. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Read an entire book in one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/SXznzvYKwXI/AAAAAAAAABA/99he1BLaxz4/s1600-h/s5is_586x225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295362137958039922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/SXznzvYKwXI/AAAAAAAAABA/99he1BLaxz4/s320/s5is_586x225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really want this. I have always really liked taking pictures. All different kinds of pictures, but my little digital camera doesn't take pictures like I want. Its good for like pictures of like friends and family. I want this so I can take pictures of the sunset and the senery around me. I just think this thing is beautiful. If I had this I would be one crazy picture taking machine. If I could take a picture of something I would. Its just do pretty! So heres hoping the Hubs asks what I would like for our anniversary!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440447246382073144-8893304984569091353?l=armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8893304984569091353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440447246382073144&amp;postID=8893304984569091353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/8893304984569091353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/8893304984569091353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/100-things.html' title='100 Things'/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/SXznzvYKwXI/AAAAAAAAABA/99he1BLaxz4/s72-c/s5is_586x225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144.post-6119234354771967969</id><published>2009-01-22T11:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T11:55:59.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices, Choices</title><content type='html'>So I have been racking my pretty little brain trying to figure out what to get the hubby for our 1 year anniversary. I have no freaking clue what to get him? I mean what do you get someone who always says "Baby, Dont get my anything....I dont want anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you ladies have any suggestions, or let me know what you happened to get you SO if its not too personal. Any suggestions would help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on another topic. Why is that when you tell someone your a MIL Wife or that your Hubster is over seas they give you this look like they were just told you ran over there puppy? I mean if I'm not breaking down and I dont get sad when I tell you what makes you think I need you to feel sorry for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am more than PROUD to be a soldiers wife and I can't put into words who PROUD I am that my Hubby chose to join the military in the middle of a war and defend his country. So if your not a MIL Spouse and you read this, know this, we do not want or need sympathy from you. Yes its a sad situation and yes they may die. But we are strong ladies and knew what we were getting into when we married into the Army. Thank you for caring but if someone says there Hubby is overseas dont answer with am "Oh I'm Sorry," because were not! WE ARE PROUD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of rant!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Edit:: Go check out the great Give-A-Way that Mel is doing at &lt;a href="http://melissarae870.blogspot.com/2009/01/free-izzle.html"&gt;Calm, Cool , &amp;amp; Collected&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440447246382073144-6119234354771967969?l=armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/6119234354771967969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440447246382073144&amp;postID=6119234354771967969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/6119234354771967969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/6119234354771967969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/choices-choices.html' title='Choices, Choices'/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144.post-5324730484475049879</id><published>2009-01-21T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:51:37.485-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><title type='text'>Letters From Home</title><content type='html'>So I am in full cleaning mode. I am moving like a energizer bunny getting things picked up and put away. I am getting rid of the "to be filed" piles. And as I'm doing this "Letters from Home," by John Michael Montgomery comes on and I pretty much lose it. :: Tears:: I mean full on bawling. Honestly it felt good. I haven't let myself just cry this whole deployment. I have been keeping my self so busy I didn't have the time to cry. Plus today the hubby is going on a pretty dangerous mission that will last about 4-5 days and I wont know how he is doing until he makes it back to the base. It just scares me when I am not able to hear from him at least once a day, even if its just a skype message to say that he is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here is that damned song. If you have a soldier and never listened to it I highly recommend it. It says what most Mothers, Wifes and Fathers would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Dear Son, it is almost June,I hope this letter catches up to you, and finds you wellIts been dry but they’re calling for rain,And everything's the same ol’ same in Johnsonville&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your stubborn 'ol Daddy ain’t said too much,But I’m sure you know he sends his love,And she goes on,In a letter from home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hold it up and show my buddies,Like we ain’t scared and our boots ain’t muddy, and they all laugh,Like there’s something funny bout’ the way I talk,When I say: "Mama sends her best y’all"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I fold it up an' put it in my shirt,Pick up my gun an' get back to workAn' it keeps me driving me on,Waiting on letters from home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Dearest Love, its almost dawnI’ve been lying here all night long wondering where you might beI saw your Mama and I showed her the ringMan on the television said something so I couldn’t sleepBut I’ll be all right, I’m just missing youAn' this is me kissing youXX’s and OO’s,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a letter from homeI hold it up and show my buddies,Like we ain’t scared and our boots ain’t muddy, and they all laugh,'Cause she calls me "Honey", but they take it hard,'Cause I don’t read the good parts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I fold it up an' put it in my shirt,Pick up my gun an' get back to workAn' it keeps me driving me on,Waiting on letters from home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Son, I know I ain’t written,But sittin' here tonight, alone in the kitchen, it occurs to me,I might not have said, so I’ll say it nowSon, &lt;strong&gt;you make me proud&lt;/strong&gt; I hold it up and show my buddies,Like we ain’t scared and our boots ain’t muddy, but no one laughs,'Cause there ain’t nothing funny when a soldier criesAn' I just wipe me eyesI fold it up an' put it in my shirt,Pick up my gun an' get back to workAn' it keeps me driving me on,Waiting on letters from home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440447246382073144-5324730484475049879?l=armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/5324730484475049879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440447246382073144&amp;postID=5324730484475049879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/5324730484475049879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/5324730484475049879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/letters-from-home.html' title='Letters From Home'/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144.post-7269926657645214748</id><published>2009-01-15T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:36:37.304-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Minded'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ignorance'/><title type='text'>Two in One Day!</title><content type='html'>OK this situation deserved its own post and I didn't want to add it to the last. I dont want to put too much time into this because it makes me mad to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was at work and this.....to keep it rated G up in here.....WEINIE, started talking about how he didn't support the war and how he thinks it dumb. Now this isn't what bothered me. He continued to ramble on about how he doesn't get why people volunteer for the service no matter what branch it was. And yet not even this bothered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept talking and talking. Now mind you EVERYONE at work knows where my Hubby is and what he is doing. And I had on the Hubby's PT sweater on which has the word ARMY written across the chest. Well the simple minded, no good of a man blurted out the most IGNORANT works I have ever heard. He had the balls to say THAT EVERY SOLDIER THAT DIED SERVING OUR COUNTRY IN THIS WAR DESERVED TO DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that when I lost it. I walked right up to him and called him things that would have made my Grandmother cry if she heard them come out of my mouth. I told him my Hubby was 100 more time a man then he could dream of becoming. I told him he better hope that he never seen me outside of work because it might just be the end of his life. My manager thought the things I called him were funny (the guy isn't very liked where I work). Needless to say I got into a bit of trouble to me it was all worth it to defend those that DEFEND OUR COUNTRY. I am all for being able to have an opinion and freedom of speach but he just took it too far. I hope that before he opens his mouth next time he will think twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel much better :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440447246382073144-7269926657645214748?l=armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/7269926657645214748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440447246382073144&amp;postID=7269926657645214748' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/7269926657645214748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/7269926657645214748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-in-one-day.html' title='Two in One Day!'/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144.post-8958123239197589368</id><published>2009-01-15T20:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:25:53.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reason To Celebrate!!!</title><content type='html'>So a little piece of information that I never shared on here was that my MIL lives with me. Yes I know I know. Trust not one of the easiest things to do......especially with the Hubby being away. See I used to get along with this woman great but she said and did somethings when me and the Hubby broke up some time ago. And lets just say its hard for me to forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo there was a bit of a...we will call it a Tift... awhile back and she FINALLY really started to look for a place. Well today she found a place and by Monday we will know if she got it! In the simplest terms I am EXTATIC! So to celebrate the good new I decided to have myself a Strawberry Margarita! :) It was Delish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started another package for the Hubby. Our 4 year anniversary is on the 4th of February and Valentines day is right around the corner so I am trying to incorporate both holidays into one box. Im doing the usual.......rice krispies, brownies, and home made suckers (these are the funniest to make) I am really trying to find something original and unique to send but its hard when it may take UP TO three weeks to get to him. So for now the thinking continues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440447246382073144-8958123239197589368?l=armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8958123239197589368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440447246382073144&amp;postID=8958123239197589368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/8958123239197589368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/8958123239197589368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/reason-to-celebrate.html' title='A Reason To Celebrate!!!'/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144.post-8196258339139374809</id><published>2009-01-14T19:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:16:03.266-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='packages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>HELP</title><content type='html'>so i am getting sick of looking at my boring, plain, blah page. i really need your ladies help. i would like to get a new header. at least something with some &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;! lol! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i need to know how to add link to my page of all the blogs that i read. i tried to figure out how to do it but for the life of me i cant. and i would like to add pictures too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any help you wonderful ladies can give would be great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i decided i need to type like i would write so from now on punctuation and capitalization where it should be. More then likely my I's will still be lower cased! lol i have always had a bad habit of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho.....got to start figuring out what to send the hubby for Valentines day and our 4 year anniversary. If you know of anything that would be a good treat that will make it to him and still be good let me know. The only thing that i can think of that i know will be in 1 piece are suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im off to clean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440447246382073144-8196258339139374809?l=armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8196258339139374809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440447246382073144&amp;postID=8196258339139374809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/8196258339139374809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/8196258339139374809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/help.html' title='HELP'/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144.post-4457561264862485554</id><published>2009-01-11T18:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:11:16.762-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deployments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leave'/><title type='text'>what to expect...........</title><content type='html'>so lately i have been thinking about what to expect from B during R&amp;amp;R. i dont know if he will be like he was when he left. i mean i know that he will be changed in some ways, but what i am in fear of is that what will change is the way he feels about me and us. this being my first deployment i have never had to deal with a hubby coming home from being deployed to war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember when he came home from bootcamp he had this "i can do anything" and "i am high speed" attitude about him. i mean he never said those things but i could see it in the way he carried himself for about the first 2 months or so once he was home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so can you ladies give me any kind of insight as to what to expect. i know every man is different in they way they handle the things our hubbys see and do on a daily basis but, i would just like to know that even though i may have to take my time with him and learn to handle things that have happened to him that over all everything will be ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440447246382073144-4457561264862485554?l=armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4457561264862485554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440447246382073144&amp;postID=4457561264862485554' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/4457561264862485554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/4457561264862485554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-to-expect.html' title='what to expect...........'/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144.post-7294017042094634711</id><published>2009-01-08T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:48:31.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And your blood type please?</title><content type='html'>calling Tircare just about drives me b-a-n-a-n-a-s!! i mean i get trying to make sure that the spouse is really who you are talking to. i called DSO today and OMG all the info that they asked for had me drawing a blank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both our socials, birthdays, phone numbers, first and last names, previous address. i was like wow i didn't even know which address he gave considering he lived with his mom then mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to say the lest i have a headache now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on a happier subjust i just found out that one of my friends who was told she could never get pregnant is ........... 6 WEEKS PREGO!! i am so happy for her. i mean how are you supposed to handle being told that you cant get pregnant at 16. so in the simplest terms.....she is extatic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it come to this bloggin thing i thought it  would be the easiest thing in the world. little did i know coming up with things to blog about is not easy. so any questions you ladies have.......throw em this way!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440447246382073144-7294017042094634711?l=armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/7294017042094634711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440447246382073144&amp;postID=7294017042094634711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/7294017042094634711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/7294017042094634711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-your-blood-type-please.html' title='And your blood type please?'/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144.post-7214672815518210899</id><published>2009-01-04T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:48:38.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/SWGQkRpYU_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/mDYGhdDW6YM/s1600-h/l_a4bc7a099a7b49aba9da3ddd04fb8e55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287666390396326898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/SWGQkRpYU_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/mDYGhdDW6YM/s320/l_a4bc7a099a7b49aba9da3ddd04fb8e55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; god knows i miss him. something about today has made me have that gotta cry feeling :(. im SO ready for him to be home already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so back to work it is tomorrow....4 days off was great!! not looking forward to being up by 5 tomorrow. oh well girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hope everyone had a good weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440447246382073144-7214672815518210899?l=armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/7214672815518210899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440447246382073144&amp;postID=7214672815518210899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/7214672815518210899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/7214672815518210899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/god-knows-i-miss-him.html' title=''/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/SWGQkRpYU_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/mDYGhdDW6YM/s72-c/l_a4bc7a099a7b49aba9da3ddd04fb8e55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144.post-2731868568723161014</id><published>2009-01-01T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:47:56.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello 2009</title><content type='html'>so its offically 2009 and i couldn't be happier! that means R&amp;amp;R is coming soon and B will be home this year. thats the only thing i really am looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last night was fun just hung out with some friends and everything was going fine until Murphy's Law had to jump in. so i am sitting on the couch just after ringing in the new year and all of the sudden i get hit in the eye with something. i mean literally IN THE EYE. well someone tore the plastic piece off of the noise maker and threw it and it hit me right in the eye. omg talk about pain. so i go into the bathroom and once i can get my eye open i see there is a popped blood vesal. it hurt so bad. so now everytime i move my eye it feels like there is something in it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that it was a good night! it was fun saying goodbye to 2008 and hello 2009!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440447246382073144-2731868568723161014?l=armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2731868568723161014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440447246382073144&amp;postID=2731868568723161014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/2731868568723161014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/2731868568723161014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-2009.html' title='Hello 2009'/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144.post-2246184168119829912</id><published>2008-12-26T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T12:28:51.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i did it</title><content type='html'>i survived my first xmas without B. it wasn't has bad as i thought it would be. it still didn't feel like christmas though. got a new vacumm...yaaaa! i dont think it is until your moved out of your parents home and on your own that you get excited for things like vacuums and pots and pans. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to talk to B quiet a bit yesterday. the had a "mandatory fun day," on the FOB yesterday so the guys weren't doing much except sleeping, playing games, and watching movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we got about 3 more months till R&amp;amp;R and honestly im getting a bit restless. this has been the LONGEST 4 months ever! im just ready for him to be home. so hopefully he get approved for leave for our one year anniversary. that would make me super happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well got to get back to cleaning the house. hope everyone has a good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. does anyone know of any good books to read. i have read every book in the house so im trying to find something new to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*update* i would like to add links to blogs that im reading and things like that to my blog. im new to this bloggin thing so any input on things i can do to my blog would be a ton of help!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440447246382073144-2246184168119829912?l=armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/2246184168119829912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440447246382073144&amp;postID=2246184168119829912' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/2246184168119829912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/2246184168119829912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-did-it.html' title='i did it'/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144.post-383559356570188716</id><published>2008-12-20T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T15:00:08.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visits to the ER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not really accident prone, i have been to the ER a ton of times but usually as moral support of because someone i know was hurt.&lt;br /&gt;well on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; i got the pain in my side when i take deep breaths. i just figured it would go away in time. when i tell B about the pain he tries to convince me to go the doctor and i told him that it would go away. he made me agree that if by the weekend it wasn't better i would go to the doctor. well come &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; night the pain was starting to become &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unbearable&lt;/span&gt;. i couldn't laugh, sneeze, cough, yawn or breath without there being pain. so i started to worry that it may be serious. i call my aunt, who just had her appendix out, to ask her about how it felt.the pain she was describing was similar to the pain i felt. so i start to freak out and decide maybe B was right so i call my mom and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;asked&lt;/span&gt; her to go with. My sister, who i will call sister1, rode with me since my mother was out and she said she would met us there. after being seen and have blood work done and x rays, it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;determined&lt;/span&gt; that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SEVERELY&lt;/span&gt; TORE AN ABDOMINAL WALL MUSCLE!!!!!! i have no clue how i did it but it was the most painful thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when B called that night right as i was getting home and of course when i told him i had just arrived home from the ER the questions started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;flooding&lt;/span&gt; out.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"are you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?", "is mom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?", "did something happen to sister1 or sister2?", "is everyone alright?" all these questions and he didn't let me answer not one of them. once i  got him to stop and breath. i explained about my side and after the "i told you to go when it first started!" he started making sure i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; and telling me how he wished he could help!  god i miss him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was my trip to  the ER. the first i have had in about 3 years. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so until next time.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440447246382073144-383559356570188716?l=armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/383559356570188716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440447246382073144&amp;postID=383559356570188716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/383559356570188716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/383559356570188716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/visits-to-er.html' title='Visits to the ER'/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144.post-7545259222929690052</id><published>2008-12-15T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:32:32.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts about me</title><content type='html'>so i decided i would just state a few random facts about myself just so you may get to know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i am a young bride&lt;br /&gt;2. i have 2 blood sisters but about 4 at heart&lt;br /&gt;3. at the moments living in sunny california (off base) actually never lived on base&lt;br /&gt;4. i believe cooking can make it all better&lt;br /&gt;5. scrapbooking is an obsession&lt;br /&gt;6. i cant wait to be a mommy&lt;br /&gt;7. i am terrified of cockroches....no other bug&lt;br /&gt;8. live alone........well besides my MIL but thats another post and time&lt;br /&gt;9. i have the worst habit of pulling off my masacra instead of washing my face&lt;br /&gt;10. i forget things almost instantly unless i write it down.....even if i never look at it again just the simple fact of reading my own words i will not forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there are any other questions feel free to ask!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440447246382073144-7545259222929690052?l=armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/7545259222929690052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440447246382073144&amp;postID=7545259222929690052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/7545259222929690052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/7545259222929690052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/facts-about-me.html' title='Facts about me'/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144.post-5675291370900263894</id><published>2008-12-15T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:23:34.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 More Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;so it looks like about four more months until B is home for R&amp;amp;R. honestly i cannot wait. time seems to be flying and i love it. at the beginning of every new month i get this weird feeling in my stomache because i know i am that much closer to him being home for a bit. then when he leaves it will only be about 3 months until he is home for good!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i started searching for a new job. lets just say......NOT FUN!! with the way the economy is its like there is nothing out there. i want to find a company that i can grow with and learn new things and make a desent amount of money to contribute to our little family. it just seems like everywhere is a dead end. i think i have checked every website and newspaper that i can and still i find nothing. :( its quite sadning...if thats a word........lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is what it looked like outside today....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280176338160141986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/SUb0Z2t1RqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VLF2ZYsEU9Q/s320/446326527_7e6a353736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was ugly here today!! it rained all day and then out of nowhere it started to hail....like really big pieces of hail. i didn't mind the rain so much....the hail was a bit difficult do drive in. so now i am home trying to get the hang of this blogging thing and looking up receipes for dinner..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so until next time.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440447246382073144-5675291370900263894?l=armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/5675291370900263894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440447246382073144&amp;postID=5675291370900263894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/5675291370900263894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/5675291370900263894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/4-more-months.html' title='4 More Months'/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/SUb0Z2t1RqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/VLF2ZYsEU9Q/s72-c/446326527_7e6a353736.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144.post-7842899850132728943</id><published>2008-12-09T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:22:25.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>With my hubby B beign gone it seems like the days drag and the lonely nights never end.  Days like today, when i dont talk to him and i dont know where he is are the hardest. What i would give for him to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were getting closer to the deployment the less we talked about it. talking about it made it real, talking ment that without a doubt he was leaving. when i would try and talk about the serious things like funerals and what he would want to happen if something (god help me) were to happen to him, all he would say is "im coming home so there is no need to plan things like this." so now when i sit back and think about "what if" i get a sick feeling in my stomache. i hate to even think about it but if something were to happen there are no plans or things written in black in white saying what he wants. which would mean fights with the MIL......dont even get me started...... and me becoming completely useless at that point. sometimes i just wish he never joined. at times i feel like the army does more screwing with our lives and effing things up then they help us achive life goals.....which is why he joined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today i got my military wife's chicken soup for the soul book......just delivered by UPS!!! hopefully its as good as i heard. well got to finish dinner, got a docotors appointment at 8 (kinda late right...thats what i thought).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440447246382073144-7842899850132728943?l=armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/7842899850132728943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440447246382073144&amp;postID=7842899850132728943' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/7842899850132728943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/7842899850132728943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440447246382073144.post-13197061999516987</id><published>2008-12-07T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:00:07.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first deployment</title><content type='html'>i never in a thousand years thought that being an army wife would be this hard. living each day without him seems to be harder then the next. i dont know how wives with 3 kids and multiple deployments under their belts can do this over and over again. i have no one but myself to take care of, i dont have any one else depending on me and there are days when i feel like i am going to fall apart. hopefully this gets easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well on a lighter note, its sunday so i did some errand running and put some christmas decorations up. now im making dinner....sloppy joes.......and going to watch a movie........chicago. sounds good to me. work tomorrow :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440447246382073144-13197061999516987?l=armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/feeds/13197061999516987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3440447246382073144&amp;postID=13197061999516987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/13197061999516987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440447246382073144/posts/default/13197061999516987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armywifefahrmeyer.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-deployment.html' title='first deployment'/><author><name>armywife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186135945068617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oVz2KX7J2cY/ST8k_Z6h0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dYbNjD7hPL0/S220/stuff+165.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
