<?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-8275610603048464938</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:54:11.073-05:00</updated><category term='addiction'/><category term='sad'/><category term='live'/><category term='funny'/><category term='world news'/><category term='vacations'/><category term='loss'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='the past'/><category term='packing'/><category term='war'/><category term='town hall'/><category term='home'/><category term='tragedy'/><category term='election 2008'/><category term='military health system'/><category term='family'/><category term='psychological health'/><category term='confused'/><category 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Martin Luther King Jr.'/><category term='thanks'/><category term='why?'/><category term='Hero'/><category term='NEW YEAR'/><category term='the mall'/><category term='pcs'/><category term='commentary'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='surviving'/><category term='trip'/><category term='IRS'/><category term='my friend'/><category term='life'/><category term='DCoE'/><category term='tdy'/><category term='cool'/><category term='no life'/><category term='combat pay'/><category term='insomnia'/><category term='HUH?'/><category term='notes from the Universe'/><category term='military promotions'/><category term='fear'/><category term='transportation'/><category term='stupid news'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>A Soldier's Wife        ~         Quiet Moments Busy Lives</title><subtitle type='html'>A Career Soldier....his wife....this is our story.....as it unfolds.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-1876494126506129397</id><published>2009-03-21T17:12:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T17:22:13.792-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CMHR'/><title type='text'>National Medal of Honor Day 2009</title><summary type='text'>Congressional Metal of Honor SocietyBy COL Robert Howard (USA Ret.Medal of Honor Recipient    When I joined the military in 1956, I was like many young men my age who enlisted; I wanted to protect the ideals of this country and also build a career. Little did I know that my experiences would lead to a Medal of Honor, and how poignant those lessons would be even now—53 years later—during our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/1876494126506129397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/1876494126506129397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2009/03/national-medal-of-honor-day-2009.html' title='National Medal of Honor Day 2009'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/ScVnNPxyetI/AAAAAAAAAWM/9K4qr6ifk5E/s72-c/mohdBanner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-7852253854216707620</id><published>2009-02-02T21:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:27:17.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Remember that Stimulus Check Everyone Got</title><summary type='text'>Last year......don't forget, it wasn't free money......it reduces your income tax return by the same amount this year.....Don't get caught off guard by it when you have to enter it when doing your taxes this year......and make sure it is the right amount before you hit submit on that section of your taxes, because if you don't, it will cause issues for you and your tax return......when in doubt, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/7852253854216707620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/7852253854216707620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-remember-that-stimulus-check.html' title='Hey Remember that Stimulus Check Everyone Got'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-1640547664872430790</id><published>2009-01-19T22:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:07:14.227-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Presidency'/><title type='text'>Today.....</title><summary type='text'>Dr. King's WordsIt is one of my favorite days of the year....one in which we celebrate one of my hero's lives.....I don't have to tell anyone who he was.....we are in the midst of a turning point in our Nation because of his life, what he achieved and laid down his life for.....Today I watched CNN rebroadcast the 17 minute speech given by Dr. King 5 years before I was born.....a pivotal time in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/1640547664872430790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/1640547664872430790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2009/01/today.html' title='Today.....'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-2273737568233724022</id><published>2009-01-16T23:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:39:25.886-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DCoE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PTSD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychological health'/><title type='text'>Outreach Center for Psychological Health and Traumatic Brain Injury Opens</title><summary type='text'>DCoE websiteJanuary 15, 2009 - DCoEContact DCoE Communications703-696-9460 Ext. 122 or 166The Department of Defense today announced the opening of a 24-hour outreach center to provide information and referrals to military service members, veterans, their families and others with questions about psychological health and traumatic brain injury.  The new center, which is operated by the Defense </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/2273737568233724022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/2273737568233724022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2009/01/outreach-center-for-psychological.html' title='Outreach Center for Psychological Health and Traumatic Brain Injury Opens'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-9081533498125082841</id><published>2009-01-13T08:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:04:00.949-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deployment help'/><title type='text'>After Deployment . ORG</title><summary type='text'>I found this website while doing some research last night and thought it might be a good site to provide to readers.  The following is taken from the home page of the site explaining what it is.afterdeployment.orgWelcome to afterdeployment, a mental wellness resource for Service Members, Veterans, and Military Families. If you’ve deployed, or know someone who has, you know that spending time in a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/9081533498125082841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/9081533498125082841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2009/01/after-deployment-org.html' title='After Deployment . ORG'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-6337548611123635788</id><published>2009-01-12T14:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T14:22:10.555-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='year of the NCO'/><title type='text'>SMA: 'NCOs, the glue that holds the Army together'</title><summary type='text'>Jan 09, 2009BY J.D. Leipold WASHINGTON (Army News Service, Jan. 9, 2009) - The noncommissioned officer is the glue that has held the Army together over the last eight years, said the Army's senior enlisted advisor.During a presentation at the Pentagon yesterday, Sgt. Maj. of the Army Kenneth O. Preston discussed the contributions of the NCO to the Army mission and why the service has named 2009 </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.army.mil/-news/2009/01/09/15680-sma-ncos-the-glue-that-holds-the-army-together/' title='SMA: &apos;NCOs, the glue that holds the Army together&apos;'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/6337548611123635788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/6337548611123635788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2009/01/sma-ncos-glue-that-holds-army-together.html' title='SMA: &apos;NCOs, the glue that holds the Army together&apos;'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-1599904735258052054</id><published>2009-01-10T14:29:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T14:59:45.092-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='year of the NCO'/><title type='text'>2009 ~ No one is more professional than I.</title><summary type='text'>    CREED OF THE NON-COMMISSIONED OFFICERNo one is more professional than I. I am a Noncommissioned Officer, a leader of soldiers. As a Noncommissioned Officer, I realize that I am a member of a time honored corps, which is known as "The Backbone of the Army". I am proud of the Corps of Noncommissioned Officers and will at all times conduct myself so as to bring credit upon the Corps, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/1599904735258052054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/1599904735258052054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-no-one-is-more-professional-then-i.html' title='2009 ~ No one is more professional than I.'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/SWkFRjZQ-lI/AAAAAAAAAUI/WxS_UwYvu64/s72-c/year+of+the+NCO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-5969801963575630107</id><published>2008-11-24T18:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:14:51.609-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Troops II CD</title><summary type='text'>The following is an email I received regarding the "For the Troops II" CD.   The download for the CD will be available on the 25th of November from AAFES.com.Sometimes, music can move our souls and change our lives. It can inspire, motivate, boost morale, lift spirits, bring back fond memories or serve as a temporary distraction from everyday life. Grammy Award winners/nominees and multi-platinum</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/5969801963575630107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/5969801963575630107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-troops-ii-cd.html' title='For the Troops II CD'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-8007450131499337387</id><published>2008-11-21T10:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:00:55.028-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victory in Iraq'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='November 22'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Victory Day in Iraq ~ November 22, 2008</title><summary type='text'>As the spouse of a soldier who witnessed first hand, the amazing transformation in Ramadi and Al Anbar from 2006 to 2008, the news from those on the ground in Iraq is WONDERFUL!  As it is quickly spreading through the blogsphere....I join with others tomorrow in celebrating VI Day..... Victory in Iraq! An great idea of Zombie at Zombietime.com, one that I think should have come from somewhere </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/8007450131499337387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/8007450131499337387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/11/victory-day-in-iraq-november-22-2008.html' title='Victory Day in Iraq ~ November 22, 2008'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/SSbhbhlJimI/AAAAAAAAAQI/52mBJVqmZ1M/s72-c/victory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-7730721155636272795</id><published>2008-11-19T09:14:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T09:48:23.262-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IAVA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soldiers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='troops'/><title type='text'>Iraq and Afghanistan Veterans and Ad Council PSA</title><summary type='text'>The Iraq and Afghanistan Veterans of America (IAVA) in partnership with the Ad Council have launched a campaigned for Veterans of OIF and OEF.  The campaign encourages Veterans to join an online community that is the first and only one of it's kind that is specifically exclusive to the Veterans of these conflicts.  It is designed to help them connect with one another.  Much like military blogs, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/7730721155636272795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/7730721155636272795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/11/iraq-and-afghanistan-veterans-and-ad.html' title='Iraq and Afghanistan Veterans and Ad Council PSA'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-2424128721875648197</id><published>2008-11-17T22:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:01:26.722-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wounded troops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='town hall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military health system'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wounded care programs'/><title type='text'>Military Health System....NOV 19th 2-4pm est  ~ TOWN HALL MEETING</title><summary type='text'>The MHS is hosting a web town hall meeting where experts will answer questions from service members and their families about the Defense Department’s medical care programs for its wounded, ill and injured troops. I hope you can join us.When: Nov. 19 from 2 to 4 p.m. ESTWhere: http://www.health.mil/WarriorCareWebhall Questions: Submit to mhswebcontent@tma.osd.milAnd please consider posting an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/2424128721875648197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/2424128721875648197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/11/military-health-systemnov-19th-2-4pm.html' title='Military Health System....NOV 19th 2-4pm est  ~ TOWN HALL MEETING'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-940862277939222814</id><published>2008-11-12T20:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:23:55.644-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='military promotions'/><title type='text'>Build A Sign launches program in honor of Troops</title><summary type='text'>BuildASign.com has launched a promotion in honor of Veteran's Day.  They are giving military families a free customizeable banner to help welcome home their loved ones returning from overseas or the option to send a free customized jumbo card to a loved one serving overseas.Below is the link to the siteBuild A Sign  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/940862277939222814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/940862277939222814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/11/build-sign-launches-program-in-honor-of.html' title='Build A Sign launches program in honor of Troops'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-8075992870538131936</id><published>2008-09-10T23:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T10:35:43.303-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remembering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9/11'/><title type='text'>Where was I when the world stopped turning</title><summary type='text'>that September day......7 years ago....I was in the backyard on a crisp clear sunny September morning playing with my son in Virginia....he was 3.  We had to do the dreaded commissary shopping trip....we never made it.....I would wait for hours before I would receive word that my husband had survived the attack....then hours later we'd hear jets flying low over our house escorting planes into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/8075992870538131936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/8075992870538131936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-was-i-when-world-stopped-turning.html' title='Where was I when the world stopped turning'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-8529909668042142615</id><published>2008-09-05T13:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T13:11:03.430-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat&apos;s post'/><title type='text'>I could not have said this any better!</title><summary type='text'>My friend and fellow milspouse blogger Cat and I had an interesting email conversation the other day.  It was about opinions and the election.  She is very strongly set about her opinions on our up and coming Presidential Election and will speak to anyone about those feelings, but as outspoken she is in person, she was very standoffish about making a post on her blog about it....Now while I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/8529909668042142615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/8529909668042142615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-could-not-have-said-this-any-better.html' title='I could not have said this any better!'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-3540375989221188433</id><published>2008-08-26T22:14:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:53:16.747-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my friend'/><title type='text'>To My Daughter</title><summary type='text'>I wrote this on Monday morning after I took my children to school.  This is my oldest daughter's last year in school before she will head to college.....ever aware of her fear of the future, I did my best to not reveal how I felt inside over her last year of high school.....but after being inspired by  this from my friend T, I thought maybe, well....that I would go ahead and publish it.Baby,I did</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/3540375989221188433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/3540375989221188433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-my-daughter.html' title='To My Daughter'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-8972879028876894794</id><published>2008-08-20T02:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T03:08:11.336-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008 Summer OLYMPICS'/><title type='text'>What a smile!</title><summary type='text'>Shawn you rock!BEIJING - AUGUST 19: Gold medalist Shawn Johnson of the USA smiles as she stands on the podium during the medal ceremony for the Women's Beam Final at the National Indoor Stadium on Day 11 of the Beijing 2008 Olympic Games on August 19, 2008 in Beijing, China. (Photo by Cameron Spencer/Getty Images) courtesy of yahoo sports</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/8972879028876894794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/8972879028876894794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-smile.html' title='What a smile!'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/SKvNjtJFybI/AAAAAAAAANA/Ij2mKBroKoQ/s72-c/shawn+johnson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-3962160651783620559</id><published>2008-08-18T12:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T14:06:44.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Spell Check dumbing out our children?</title><summary type='text'>My oldest daughter sat in my room last night filling out a couple applications for interviews today....and I gotta tell you....it was a brutal eye opener for her mother.....See, this is my honors child...the one who, since kindergarten has been the child each of her teachers stated would do great things....12 years later she is an English major....taking AP this year in English, Government and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/3962160651783620559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/3962160651783620559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-spell-check-dumbing-out-our-children.html' title='Is Spell Check dumbing out our children?'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-376762679226911127</id><published>2008-08-15T20:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T04:33:27.954-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the mall'/><title type='text'>Tax Free Weekend began today....</title><summary type='text'>School Shopping at the Mall....I really hate the Mall.....need I say more?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/376762679226911127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/376762679226911127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/08/tax-free-weekend-began-today_15.html' title='Tax Free Weekend began today....'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-4698683430965624963</id><published>2008-08-08T21:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T21:54:17.890-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008 Summer OLYMPICS'/><title type='text'>Oh to have been there....</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/4698683430965624963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/4698683430965624963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-to-have-been-there.html' title='Oh to have been there....'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/SJ0DdohbvcI/AAAAAAAAAMc/QaRegb7S6vg/s72-c/fireworks+olympics3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-3723083570500233216</id><published>2008-08-08T12:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T12:27:39.221-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008 Summer OLYMPICS'/><title type='text'>From 776 BC to Present, a history of Unity</title><summary type='text'>"And we compel men to exercise their bodies not only for the games, so that they can win the prizes-for very few of them go to them-but to gain a greater good from it for the whole city, and for the men themselves"  Lucian, Anacharsis, ca. AD 170Summer Olympic Photo Gallery courtesy of Yahoo Sports</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.inglewoodcarecentre.com/history/olympic.htm' title='From 776 BC to Present, a history of Unity'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/3723083570500233216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/3723083570500233216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/08/from-776-bc-to-present-history-of-unity_9255.html' title='From 776 BC to Present, a history of Unity'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/SJx-JYjZHrI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Sj6VdHTi5oU/s72-c/opening+ceremony+US+Olympics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-4527545445815977594</id><published>2008-08-06T09:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:40:26.971-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Ironic....</title><summary type='text'>I woke up this morning at 5am to the sounds of my husband dressing for PT.  I vaguely remember him kissing me goodbye......then my next recollection was him kissing me hello after PT a few hours later.  But before, I finally fell asleep at 3am.......and in between I drempt of my father, who died 14 years ago and of course upon awakening, I now just miss him terribly.I logged into my blog and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/4527545445815977594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/4527545445815977594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/08/ironic.html' title='Ironic....'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-5698367624019792542</id><published>2008-07-30T20:52:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:18:29.195-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addiction'/><title type='text'>yeah, yeah, yeah....I know</title><summary type='text'>So okay, I am a soldier's wife and I am a Project Runway watcher.  I used to loathe the show, but as each season ran, I am now stuck on it!I just can't help myself......now with the Bravo show Flipping Out, which really is quite terrible...Jeffrey is such an f-ing ass....(I caught this one last night) only to discover that my husband had already been watching it [gasp]  and caught me up to speed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/5698367624019792542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/5698367624019792542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/07/yeah-yeah-yeahi-know.html' title='yeah, yeah, yeah....I know'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-6454579792672525562</id><published>2008-07-25T18:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T22:04:32.267-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>The 7 things I hate about moving.......</title><summary type='text'>In no particular order......1.  unpacking2.  trying to figure out the schools3.  finding new dentists/orthodontists/doctors4.  finding a new church where you feel at home5.  starting over in your community (making friends)6.  moving all your information (insurance, change of address, etc.)7.  missing the things that made your last home, feel like homeI used to love it when we PCS'd, a chance to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/6454579792672525562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/6454579792672525562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/07/7-things-i-hate-about-moving.html' title='The 7 things I hate about moving.......'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-7422130449896197021</id><published>2008-07-24T01:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T03:27:13.997-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>A question of faith.....finding peace</title><summary type='text'>Do we, in the hardest of times, forgo our faith in God?  Or do we, as Christians. trained up to be forthright in our beliefs, use trying times as a way to solidify what we hold to be true about Him?After hearing my daughter proclaim to her siblings the other day that..."what does not destroy us, makes us stronger", I felt the need to try to explain to them that God does not give us more then we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/7422130449896197021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/7422130449896197021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/07/question-of-faithfinding-peace.html' title='A question of faith.....finding peace'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-3815396417766789724</id><published>2008-07-16T09:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:42:34.544-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='points to ponder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Late night unpacking and thinking......</title><summary type='text'>The past few months have held a lot of things for my family......our soldier returned from a 4th combat tour in a row.....we once again moved (6th time in 8 years) my husband has started a new job, different yet just as challenging as the last, we bought a home, took a vacation (albeit a working one for my husband), set up house and in those late hours of the day I start to think, and think, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/3815396417766789724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/3815396417766789724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/07/late-night-unpacking-and-thinking.html' title='Late night unpacking and thinking......'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-1365391545987230522</id><published>2008-07-15T14:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T14:56:23.619-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books on the War'/><title type='text'>In reading.....</title><summary type='text'>The book HOUSE TO HOUSE by David BellaviaI found myself reading a story I already knew.....my husband fought with this unit, knew it's leadership and was friends with those that were lost.......I found myself hanging on, hoping that the story would not turn out as it did in real life.......in the end it just served as another reminder to both my husband and I what we have endured to be where we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/1365391545987230522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/1365391545987230522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-reading.html' title='In reading.....'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-6760077182767922888</id><published>2008-07-02T07:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T07:32:18.910-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving in'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pcs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet failure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living the dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transportation'/><title type='text'>signed, sealed, delivered, AH!</title><summary type='text'>Well they managed to deliver our HHG a day early, now we are inundated with boxes!  I swear they multiply on the trucks!We now also have a black kitten named Midnight underfoot to contend with along side our shih tsu.....life just keeps on getting better!Our cable/phone/internet company is apparently run by transportation since they too can not have anything set up for two weeks (what is it with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/6760077182767922888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/6760077182767922888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/07/signed-sealed-delivered-ah.html' title='signed, sealed, delivered, AH!'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-4734521988042185892</id><published>2008-06-25T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T22:34:54.862-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tdy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Missing In Cyberspace</title><summary type='text'>Me......Sorry to be gone so long.....it was never my intention.  Take it up with Transportation......I have never been in limbo-land for a month as a result of a move.  I blame transportation for it all......they have no ability to deliver our household goods, period, until the 2nd of July, maybe the 1st.......and so I am TDY with my husband......and my children.   He had to go away and so we all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/4734521988042185892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/4734521988042185892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/06/missing-in-cyberspace.html' title='Missing In Cyberspace'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-8270671637735883870</id><published>2008-06-06T07:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T09:07:32.188-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Kissing the ground (not really) and praying for day 2</title><summary type='text'>Our departure day brought a bittersweet goodbye as we bid a fond farewell to good friends that we thought we might not have the chance to see before we left.   We hugged through tears as my family climbed through our personal possessions to find our seats in our vehicles.  I feel very blessed that we were able to say goodbye to them and hope that life provides us the opportunity in the future to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/8270671637735883870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/8270671637735883870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/06/kissing-ground-not-really-and-praying.html' title='Kissing the ground (not really) and praying for day 2'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-7471593727328590884</id><published>2008-06-04T20:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T20:14:51.499-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pcs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Update......</title><summary type='text'>Okay so 17 crates AND 11 hours later they are still at the house attempting to finish this move.  It seems as if every time we move it gets just a little worse.  So tonight another truck, we already had two with the crates on them, shows up, this one is for my sofa, because it apparently is too big to fit in a crate and they will have to make a special one for it.....to which I am mumblng just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/7471593727328590884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/7471593727328590884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/06/update.html' title='Update......'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-2220880723567014562</id><published>2008-06-04T07:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T08:07:07.268-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pcs'/><title type='text'>Final day.........</title><summary type='text'>The day has arrived, our movers will see how much they can shove in each crate today.  Just a bit of information for those of you out there who are unfamiliar with PCSing (Permanent Change of Station) for CONUS (Continental United States) basically not overseas.There are two codes on a military move.  Code 1 and Code 2.  Code 1 means that they will shove all your household goods in a truck and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/2220880723567014562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/2220880723567014562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/06/final-day.html' title='Final day.........'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-231334168628913369</id><published>2008-06-03T10:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:46:02.461-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pcs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>And with a few signatures (or several on 35 sheets of paper)</title><summary type='text'>We are now the proud owners of a new home......or we became the owners of a new home on Saturday.....It seemed a little strange for us this time, we have always been present when we closed on our homes in the past.  But this time with how things have played out, we had no choice but to fly out to our new duty station ahead of time and put in the offer and then do the closing via overnight mail.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/231334168628913369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/231334168628913369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-with-few-signatures-or-several-on.html' title='And with a few signatures (or several on 35 sheets of paper)'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-3156538361335946802</id><published>2008-06-02T12:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T13:07:22.493-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notes from the Universe'/><title type='text'>The Universe Just Knows....</title><summary type='text'>So Susan over at Oh That's Gonna Leave a Mark turned me on to the Notes from the Universe, in which I receive notes every work day.....so I received this today.....on my first day of our pack out......I thought it befitting in light of how things seem to have gone for me.One of the most stringent conditions all angels must  meet, ASW,  other than double-advanced harp playing and  skydiving </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/3156538361335946802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/3156538361335946802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/06/universe-just-knows.html' title='The Universe Just Knows....'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-5183470377910396785</id><published>2008-05-23T10:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T11:54:28.296-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remembering'/><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><summary type='text'>On a holiday when most of our Country looks at our Nation's flag and fails to see what she stands for and those of us who know what is lost and all that is gained, let none of us forget those who are still fighting the good fight and their families who remain at home praying for their safe return. As we wish one another Happy Memorial Day, we, the living breathing souls that truly know what it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/5183470377910396785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/5183470377910396785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-1148322731628775794</id><published>2008-05-20T20:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:36:51.463-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Coming to terms over growing children</title><summary type='text'>My mom and I went out to lunch today.  It was sort of a belated mother's day lunch except she took me out this year....last year she was here at the same time and I took her out.  Her birthday falls very close to mother's day and today she laughed and said to me that we had sat in the same restaurant a year before together to celebrate her birthday and mother's day......I looked around and low </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/1148322731628775794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/1148322731628775794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/05/coming-to-terms-over-growing-children.html' title='Coming to terms over growing children'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-3398961520087218435</id><published>2008-05-18T14:01:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T17:24:06.472-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Okay, now I'm no fashion diva.....</title><summary type='text'>But I gotta tell ya, that these two are in competition for the stupid hat contest.  I don't wear hats per say, but hats are meant to cover your head, neither of which these do.....I'm not sure how either one stays on their head but I think Princess Beatrice would edge out Sarah Jessica Parker by just a smidge for the fact that at least SJP's looked good with her dress for the Sex and the City </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/3398961520087218435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/3398961520087218435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/05/okay-now-im-no-fashion-diva.html' title='Okay, now I&apos;m no fashion diva.....'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/SDB-PysVubI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-vm-Ls8eUUs/s72-c/Princess+Beatrice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-2804719579565754541</id><published>2008-05-13T06:58:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T07:11:06.247-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tragedy'/><title type='text'>China Quake...,.article from Reuters</title><summary type='text'>This article was copied in full from Reuters with permission.....please keep these people in your prayers, many schools were hit, they believe that 18,000 may be buried alive and they are running out of time. (death tolls have risen from this article to 12,000 and they fear they will just continue to rise)Link to English version of Chinese News updates on the EarthquakePOWERFUL QUAKE HITS </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.alertnet.org/db/crisisprofiles/CN_EAR.htm' title='China Quake...,.article from Reuters'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/2804719579565754541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/2804719579565754541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/05/china-quakearticle-from-reuters.html' title='China Quake...,.article from Reuters'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-7926570224686686633</id><published>2008-05-11T19:48:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T20:00:57.515-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America&apos;s Favorite Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soldier&apos;s Angels'/><title type='text'>America's Favorite Mom</title><summary type='text'>Soldier's Angel's  founder Patti Patton-Bader was the winner of Teleflora's America's Favorite Mom competition.Congratulations Patti, you more then deserved to win this for everything you have done.Go here for News Release</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/7926570224686686633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/7926570224686686633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/05/americas-favorite-mom.html' title='America&apos;s Favorite Mom'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-3823326629903012601</id><published>2008-05-11T13:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T15:26:55.352-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day.....</title><summary type='text'>Mother's Day brought in a wonderful new addition to our family.  My niece had her baby this morning weighing in at 6lbs 8oz.  Making my mother-in-law a great grandmother and my husband a great uncle and I guess me a great aunt.   This has been a very hard pregnancy for her, having been in labor since her forth month and having had other issues throughout, we all feel very blessed to have this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/3823326629903012601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/3823326629903012601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers Day.....'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-3791188633841826299</id><published>2008-05-10T17:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T17:40:59.262-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>When do you stop worrying?</title><summary type='text'>Our oldest is out with friends tonight....it's her farewell party.Yeah, I know I'm supposed to be able to try to let go and not worry so much about my child who is pushing her way closer and closer to 18, but I can't.  I am worried about her.  While she is funny and beautiful and beyond smart, she also trusts everyone.  She has this great network of friends that range in age from 16 to 19, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/3791188633841826299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/3791188633841826299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-do-you-stop-worrying.html' title='When do you stop worrying?'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-8521331493453753656</id><published>2008-05-08T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T22:11:36.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic Torch Reaches Mt. Everest</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/8521331493453753656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/8521331493453753656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/05/olympic-torch-reaches-mt-everest.html' title='Olympic Torch Reaches Mt. Everest'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-7872667561612510793</id><published>2008-05-08T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T06:00:02.499-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems for my husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>In honor of you.....my love on this very special day</title><summary type='text'>by Julia    As a child you learn of a soul mate…a person made    perfectly for you, your two souls become connected as one and are    destined to be together until the end of time.   Through adolescence you grasp on to this idea of a    soul mate, believing you will someday find the one.   But after much heartache and many rivers of tears,    this notion you’ve held onto for years begins to fade.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/7872667561612510793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/7872667561612510793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-honor-of-youmy-love-on-this-very.html' title='In honor of you.....my love on this very special day'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-5383231236569595604</id><published>2008-05-06T10:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T11:10:14.407-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks'/><title type='text'>Thanks from unsuspecting places...</title><summary type='text'>I just went and got my mail from my mail box and in it was something from my doctor.  The one that has been working on my injury from my surgery.  I first have to say that he relocated from another state just this past fall to our area, well he is about 45 minutes from here and had to start from scratch on clientele.  He has a massage therapist that works there who does deep tissue massage (gotta</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/5383231236569595604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/5383231236569595604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/05/thanks-from-unsuspecting-places.html' title='Thanks from unsuspecting places...'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-6440762147145836337</id><published>2008-05-04T22:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T22:36:25.007-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>and so it begins........</title><summary type='text'>The mandatory going through everything we own and determining "do we really need to haul that shit around with us one more time?"  The resounding answer on our ski equipment, which has not seen the slopes since the late 90's, maybe early 2000's is a definite NO.  When you can't figure out which box of ski boots goes with which set of skis and the bindings are, well.......I would not wear them, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/6440762147145836337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/6440762147145836337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-so-it-begins.html' title='and so it begins........'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-3128824910657233344</id><published>2008-05-02T12:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T13:11:30.023-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flying'/><title type='text'>A House A House.........I think we bought a house</title><summary type='text'>OMG...........I have never in my life thought that I would buy a house that cost as much as a medical degree....but alas I find myself on the edge of insanity in the middle of signing 17 different documents and saw visions of never being able to afford to go out to eat again......we are finally under contract.We actually bought a beautiful house for a great price, our realtor believes it will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/3128824910657233344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/3128824910657233344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/05/house-housei-think-we-bought-house.html' title='A House A House.........I think we bought a house'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-1762821651552792706</id><published>2008-04-30T13:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T13:58:35.679-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YAY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VA Loan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>And so......I feel like I'm on an episode of HGTV House Hunters</title><summary type='text'>We narrowed it down to three houses......two that were functionally correct for our family, right size, right number of bedrooms, etc......and one that I fell in love with but it was one bedroom short but you know sometimes you just have to sacrifice for perfect......And so after many more homes we looked at, we made an offer on one of the functionally correct homes.....we made the offer almost </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/1762821651552792706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/1762821651552792706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-soi-feel-like-im-on-episode-of-hgtv.html' title='And so......I feel like I&apos;m on an episode of HGTV House Hunters'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-8615831040509851450</id><published>2008-04-25T00:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T00:27:35.540-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='housing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='packing'/><title type='text'>Packing ...... do I have any volunteers?</title><summary type='text'>I loathe packing.  For years I packed for everyone in my household no matter where we went and no matter how long we'd be gone.  The worst packing job I had to do was for my children and myself to go stay at my mother in law's for a couple months while my husband took a course TDY in route to Europe in which we DID not have concurrent travel.....which meant we signed out of housing and he came </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/8615831040509851450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/8615831040509851450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/04/packing-do-i-have-any-volunteers.html' title='Packing ...... do I have any volunteers?'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-7966657565311962535</id><published>2008-04-24T14:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T15:56:57.347-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>My Mother's Birthday and Great Customer Service</title><summary type='text'>So...my mother's birthday, her 69th birthday is at the end of the month and I um.....sort of let the month get away from me on the whole gift thing......I thought okay I'll send flowers, eh, no......did that last year and besides I have to send them to her next month on mother's day because what kind of horrible daughter would I be if I forgot her on mother's day.....My mom and I have what I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/7966657565311962535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/7966657565311962535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-mothers-birthday-and-great-customer.html' title='My Mother&apos;s Birthday and Great Customer Service'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-8333446681141991379</id><published>2008-04-23T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T17:51:45.508-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tdy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='army'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HUH?'/><title type='text'>You know the Army spends entirely too much money!</title><summary type='text'>Okay so here's the deal......My husband has to go TDY to visit the guy he's replacing...no big deal....I am going with him so that we can look at houses....it's not like he's going to be busy all day and well I can go and look on my own with a realtor, I don't think I'm too worried about the one we chose doing me bodily harm.....I mean I could beat him with my cane if need be.....Okay so back to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/8333446681141991379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/8333446681141991379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-know-army-spends-entirely-too-much.html' title='You know the Army spends entirely too much money!'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-3885701865281542338</id><published>2008-04-17T09:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T10:10:21.734-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live'/><title type='text'>I guess I could be more productive</title><summary type='text'>I don't get up much....I'm either in the living room or laying on my bed. Since the nerves in my foot get agitated when I walk. I could be reading the 15 or so books I have on my list. Right now the current selection is Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert, its funny, enlightening and interesting, but it's not as interesting as my guilty pleasure.Thats right I am an addict....no it's not alcohol,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/3885701865281542338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/3885701865281542338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-guess-i-could-be-more-productive.html' title='I guess I could be more productive'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-5905967739140011392</id><published>2008-04-15T12:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T13:32:26.975-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Welp, what do you say about that?</title><summary type='text'>So while I was at the doctor's being told how lucky I was to be alive, my 15 year old who has (or I should say HAD) the most beautiful long hair in the world was getting a hair cut at the PX.  I was quite proud of her actually.See she is the quiet one, her older sister is like a one teen tornado, she walks in the room and sucks the air out of it.  She is outgoing, in the honors program, she was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/5905967739140011392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/5905967739140011392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/04/welp-what-do-you-say-about-that.html' title='Welp, what do you say about that?'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-4617217740967589519</id><published>2008-04-14T17:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T20:32:08.569-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery'/><title type='text'>I guess with all things considered</title><summary type='text'>I was lucky. I'm alive.....Pretty ominous post, huh?I met with my internal medicine doctor today.  After I had somehow gotten the appointment all messed up, my appointment had been at 10:30 and I thought it was at 1:30, anyway, he and I have this relationship, he's a great doctor and knows when I need to see him, so he fit me in after his last patient.... So my husband and I met with him and we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/4617217740967589519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/4617217740967589519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-guess-with-all-things-considered.html' title='I guess with all things considered'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-3245209626118706312</id><published>2008-04-11T15:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T15:33:42.218-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael yon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commentary'/><title type='text'>IF YOU DO ANYTHING TODAY</title><summary type='text'>READ THIS</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/3245209626118706312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/3245209626118706312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-you-do-anything-today.html' title='IF YOU DO ANYTHING TODAY'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-7952976380638205810</id><published>2008-04-02T22:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T22:29:00.682-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Goodnight......</title><summary type='text'>I Believe LyricsI read a blog post by Butterfly Wife tonight that had me thinking about some things.......the troubles that we endure during deployments, the almosts on the highway, the child that was rushed to the emergency room, you wait wondering, scared......alone.I could write a book about the tragedies that have befallen my family, but what I started to think about was the fact that we as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/7952976380638205810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/7952976380638205810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/04/goodnight.html' title='Goodnight......'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-1683750115610383608</id><published>2008-03-29T10:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T12:10:01.066-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='upset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='llife'/><title type='text'>Why do children have to die?</title><summary type='text'>My oldest daughter came in my room a little while ago and told me that one of the girls she knows at school died in her sleep............she was crying and climbed in bed with me.  She asked me why and I told her and her brother and sister that sometimes people just die.  This young girl was a twin.......I'm sure they are watching her sister very closely until further word comes in about how her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/1683750115610383608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/1683750115610383608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-do-children-have-to-die.html' title='Why do children have to die?'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-6013818363260726524</id><published>2008-03-23T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T14:09:54.986-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems for my husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Love Poem.........For my husband.</title><summary type='text'>Happy Easter BabeA Love Forever© By Gail A. YarbroughEvery I love you, you whisper,is like rain for the trees,moonlight for the ocean,nectar for the beeEvery kiss bestowed upon meis like fragrance on flowers,heat upon the desert,mist from morning showersEvery glance in my directionis like flame to the fire,a twinkling of stars,a spark of love's desireEvery moment in your armsis like waves to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/6013818363260726524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/6013818363260726524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/03/love-poemfor-my-husband_23.html' title='Love Poem.........For my husband.'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-3156641714746102897</id><published>2008-03-22T18:59:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T20:57:53.916-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>A yearly ritual</title><summary type='text'>The Mountains of Europe taken from Eagles NestI lay here in bed once again watching "The Sound of Music" and think back about how many years I have watched this movie.  It also reminds me so much of when we visited the area where it was filmed.  We drove in areas around Austria but never had the chance to go and take the tour but I did manage to take some beautiful pictures from "Eagles Nest" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/3156641714746102897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/3156641714746102897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/03/yearly-ritual.html' title='A yearly ritual'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/R-WmEWkleUI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ddx4WTb4U_4/s72-c/mountains+of+austria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-4265137315509284183</id><published>2008-03-19T14:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T15:48:59.737-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems for my husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>An Answer .........for my husband</title><summary type='text'>My husband wrote me a book and recently when he was home, he gave me this book.  This book was the most precious thing I think he has ever done for me.  This book was about why he loved me.....in it he listed pages and pages of things that are about "Why" he loves me.......   I wrote this as an answer to that book.  I love you Babe, you are my world."How Could I Not Love You?"by A Soldier's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/4265137315509284183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/4265137315509284183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/03/answer-for-my-husband.html' title='An Answer .........for my husband'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-1560770298330332436</id><published>2008-03-19T13:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T18:02:05.910-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trying to laugh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Amazing ........</title><summary type='text'>So I had to have  CT scan done today because of all the issues I am having.  I went last week and scheduled the appt., they gave me two big (now I use the words big because they seemed huge, so downsizing for arguments sake) bottles of Berrie Smoothie Barium Sulfate to drink.  Now I care not how you label it or mask it, this stuff is gross.  I am not a sipper so last night before bed I downed the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/1560770298330332436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/1560770298330332436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/03/amazing.html' title='Amazing ........'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-6526022455151899437</id><published>2008-03-18T16:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T16:51:01.567-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surviving'/><title type='text'>New  Doctor today</title><summary type='text'>So I went and saw my newest doctor today.  I really like him, he is trained in a very special type of Sports Therapy where they are able to do soft tissue manipulation to release entrapped nerves.  It's called Active Release Technique.The first session was brutal, but I anticipate most of them to be.  He thinks he can fix it, but said he needs to research what nerves are causing the pain.  I will</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/6526022455151899437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/6526022455151899437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-doctor-today.html' title='New  Doctor today'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-7885829521711386336</id><published>2008-03-18T09:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T23:02:05.316-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IRS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stimulus rebate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='combat pay'/><title type='text'>Tax stimulus payments</title><summary type='text'>I thought this was very important information and it took a while for me to find it.  It clarifies how military service members who have zero income due to combat pay qualify....even single service members.  We are one of those families with zero income due to the rotation of our unit, we did file a tax return and got the child tax credit, but it too makes us qualify for the Tax Stimulus payments</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/7885829521711386336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/7885829521711386336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/03/tax-stimulus-payments.html' title='Tax stimulus payments'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-377936333607309305</id><published>2008-03-15T13:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T13:33:44.382-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems for my husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><title type='text'>Love Poem.........For my husband.</title><summary type='text'>Longing For The One You Love  Author: Shirlotta Tidwell    For the longest timeHave I longed to touch thy faceTo kiss thy beautiful lipsAnd feel the warmth of thine embrace.For the longest timeHave I longed to hold thee nearAnd whisper sweet caressesFrom my mouth into your ears.For the longest timeHave I longed to sing out loudOf the passion that I'll feelWhen we dance beneath the clouds.For the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/377936333607309305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/377936333607309305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/03/love-poemfor-my-husband_15.html' title='Love Poem.........For my husband.'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-3073731855543835059</id><published>2008-03-11T15:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T15:29:57.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need some help.......</title><summary type='text'>I believe that I have come across some blogs where some of you volunteer at Walter Reed. I hate to ask anyone this, but if you do work there in any capacity, could you please contact me immediately.  I would believe you would know why.  It is not about my husband but it is about a close dear friend.Please say a prayer.......</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/3073731855543835059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/3073731855543835059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-need-some-help.html' title='I need some help.......'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-8552924914673539649</id><published>2008-03-11T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T20:56:56.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers for Lemon Stand from A Soldier's Wife</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/8552924914673539649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/8552924914673539649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/03/flowers-for-lemon-stand-from-soldiers.html' title='Flowers for Lemon Stand from A Soldier&apos;s Wife'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/R9c4AAY4cpI/AAAAAAAAAH0/1SvgNhxR6GQ/s72-c/flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-8484405058984273301</id><published>2008-03-07T18:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T19:07:37.270-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deployment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surviving'/><title type='text'>Letter to my Love</title><summary type='text'>Babe,I am using my blog to write this to you so that the whole world would know how proud I am of you and to be your wife.  You have continued to support me throughout this whole ordeal.  You are the love of my life, everything to me.  We have spent a lifetime going through so many changes that the world has forced upon us, you took it all in stride while I was the one who was a bit freaked out..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/8484405058984273301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/8484405058984273301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/03/letter-to-my-love.html' title='Letter to my Love'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-5101566051277793239</id><published>2008-03-05T21:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T21:22:36.405-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surviving'/><title type='text'>Positive attitude</title><summary type='text'>Why is it so hard to have a positive attitude when you are up against the odds? Even praying with a positive attitude becomes difficult as I lay in bed at night. This time should be the happiest time of the last year+ as we edge closer and closer to that wonderful day that my husband finally returns, but I am so consumed with pain that those days run into one another and I barely remember how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/5101566051277793239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/5101566051277793239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/03/positive-attitude.html' title='Positive attitude'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-2690241951195337560</id><published>2008-03-04T13:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T14:06:51.312-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems for my husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><title type='text'>Love Poem.........For my husband.</title><summary type='text'>Not much longer my love............Missing Youby Kim WilliamsI want to be near you.I want to be close to you.I want to hear the sound of your heartas I gently lay against your chest.I want to breathe you, feel you and even become you.I wish I could pretend my hands were yoursas they glide across my body softly and gently.You are so far away,how can you have this affect on me?I wait upon the day </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/2690241951195337560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/2690241951195337560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/03/love-poemfor-my-husband.html' title='Love Poem.........For my husband.'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-72214490230025802</id><published>2008-03-03T05:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T05:48:06.451-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surviving'/><title type='text'>So today is the day..........</title><summary type='text'>                                                                       TO ME!!!!!! And I get to have an EMG and Nerve Study done today find out if they can locate the source of my pain......I pray that this test reveals it to be what I think it is, and the fix as simple as what my Physician and I discussed because I can no longer walk.......the pain so severe I can not place any weight on my foot</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/72214490230025802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/72214490230025802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-today-is-day.html' title='So today is the day..........'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/R8s5sgXCOyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/lkxyM_B00VM/s72-c/003+birthday+image.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-4175073139569072185</id><published>2008-02-26T10:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T10:20:54.951-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>My Sister sent this to me....in honor of my pending Birthday</title><summary type='text'>In light of the fact that in just days I will turn 40....and I seem to be having a hard time with it.  She is a couple years older then I and I have been dreading this day for a long time.  When my husband deployed last year and missed my 39th one, he said, "Babe, I will spend my 40th over here, but you will be in my arms on yours".....hm......Army had other plans, instead, I shall be spending it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/4175073139569072185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/4175073139569072185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-sister-sent-this-to-mein-honor-of-my.html' title='My Sister sent this to me....in honor of my pending Birthday'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-3416050805898203042</id><published>2008-02-22T21:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T21:10:33.226-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YAY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recovery'/><title type='text'>YAY!</title><summary type='text'>I love the words ORDERS!   Cause we have ours.........As my husband stated in the email to me when he sent them to me"Babe,Our ticket to Freedom!Love you!"Now is the countdown.......we are getting real close to their return date, hopefully enough time for them to work out the issue with my nerve.  I think I have an entrapped nerve in my thigh, EMG test is next which will determine where the issue</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/3416050805898203042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/3416050805898203042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/02/yay.html' title='YAY!'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-6621727280927378986</id><published>2008-02-17T13:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T13:56:41.093-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly quiz'/><title type='text'>Oh McSoldier you should watch out....</title><summary type='text'>Because apparently according to this quiz McDreamy is my Celebrity soulmate......of course you had no problem telling me that Angelina Jolie was yours without taking the quiz, so we did it online together and low and behold you were right.......what is up with that?.....so I guess we will just stay together, what do you think?  Either that or I take out Mrs. Smith! :)Take the Quiz</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/6621727280927378986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/6621727280927378986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-mcsoldier-you-should-watch-out.html' title='Oh McSoldier you should watch out....'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-4895606190293382527</id><published>2008-02-07T07:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T07:57:32.976-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deployment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems for my husband'/><title type='text'>Love Poem.........For my husband.</title><summary type='text'>Baby, I am so sorry I worried you........I love you so.......All Because of You  Author: Kate Reneigh Woodruff     I awake each day with a smileAnd greet it with a laugh;The world is a treasure to meBecause of you.Every time I think of something sad,I replace the thought- with you!My mind is instantly changedAnd my heart is filled with gladness.Every breath I take is meant for you,I live this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/4895606190293382527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/4895606190293382527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-poemfor-my-husband.html' title='Love Poem.........For my husband.'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-2752365179991631751</id><published>2008-02-04T18:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T19:41:09.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two posts in One.....a 2 fer....he he</title><summary type='text'>And yes folks she is on drugs again......First T- A Quest for T that is I apologize for spending what seems like forever reading your blog tonight, I fell asleep reading it..........You have also touched on a subject that is so close to my heart.........my relationship with my husband, my soulmate, my best friend and the one person in this world who completes me.I have posted poems to him over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/2752365179991631751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/2752365179991631751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/02/two-posts-in-onea-2-ferhe-he.html' title='Two posts in One.....a 2 fer....he he'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-5064836142722720674</id><published>2008-01-05T23:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T19:38:40.122-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deployment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems for my husband'/><title type='text'>Love Poem.........For my husband.</title><summary type='text'>Longing         by Matthew Arnold (1822   1888)Come to me in my dreams, and then         By day I shall be well again.         For then the night will more than pay         The hopeless longing of the day.Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,         A messenger from radiant climes,         And smile on thy new world, and be         As kind to others as to me.Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/5064836142722720674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/5064836142722720674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-poemfor-my-husband.html' title='Love Poem.........For my husband.'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-3084800033323546325</id><published>2008-01-04T21:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T22:14:53.934-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Hard decisions.....</title><summary type='text'>So I have made a super hard decision.  I have decided to have a pretty significant surgical procedure done while my husband is deployed......yeah I know what was I thinking?I'm not dying or anything like that......and I'm not having a baby...lol, but I have decided to go under the knife.....it would be one thing if it were a plastic procedure but, nope, not that either.....this is something I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/3084800033323546325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/3084800033323546325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/01/hard-decisions.html' title='Hard decisions.....'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-3569242708412280003</id><published>2008-01-02T19:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T19:22:19.630-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great story'/><title type='text'>Entire Story Taken From Blackfive - OPERATION PUPPY LOVE</title><summary type='text'>Please read this story....it is a wonderful piece, with permission.....[Editor Note: While a bit lengthy, the entire tale of Operation Puppy Love is published with no Jump.  These men and the efforts of Blake, Tom, and others need to be told.  Feel free to forward, print, post, publish - Blackfive]  Operation Puppy Love - Prologue  Meet a few heroes.  The men of 1st Platoon, Alpha Company, 1st </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.blackfive.net/' title='Entire Story Taken From Blackfive - OPERATION PUPPY LOVE'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/3569242708412280003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/3569242708412280003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/01/entire-story-taken-from-blackfive.html' title='Entire Story Taken From Blackfive - OPERATION PUPPY LOVE'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-4983473448458432493</id><published>2008-01-02T10:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:13:28.799-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NEW YEAR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>De-Christmasing</title><summary type='text'>I have about finished the chore of taking down the decorations from Christmas......I have one remaining tree left.....but I sit here looking at it and kind of feel a bit sad thinking about taking it down......I love Christmas and when it's over, I'm sad.......the house looks drab and unfestive with all of the decor put away.......but it has to come down......and then there is the other reasons I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/4983473448458432493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/4983473448458432493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2008/01/de-christmasing.html' title='De-Christmasing'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-6889245687852597220</id><published>2007-12-30T20:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T20:01:11.179-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deployment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NEW YEAR'/><title type='text'>Farewell 2007........good riddens.........</title><summary type='text'>Happy New Years......Welcome 2008......So I know about when my husband should be home and lets just say.....I am really starting to look at life with a "light at the end of the tunnel" aspect.......I know that I will hit the over the year mark really soon, which all in all just totally SUCKS....but we all get by.......and pass that mark and begin the next day...until an entire year has passed....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/6889245687852597220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/6889245687852597220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2007/12/farewell-2007good-riddens.html' title='Farewell 2007........good riddens.........'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-4926302224056126364</id><published>2007-12-28T23:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T23:25:21.789-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems for my husband'/><title type='text'>Love Poem.........For my husband.</title><summary type='text'>"To My Dear and Loving Husband"~Anne Bradstreet (1678)If ever two were one, then surely we.If ever man were lov’d by wife, then thee.If ever wife was happy in a man,Compare with me, ye women, if you can.I prize thy love more than whole Mines of goldOr all the riches that the East doth hold.My love is such that Rivers cannot quench,Nor ought but love from thee give recompetence.Thy love is such I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/4926302224056126364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/4926302224056126364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2007/12/love-poemfor-my-husband_29.html' title='Love Poem.........For my husband.'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-6435603991919793498</id><published>2007-12-27T17:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T18:08:38.375-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>This generation's video games....it's definitely NOT Atari!!!!</title><summary type='text'>We are a family that now owns 2 play stations and 2 x`boxes......someone explain this to me please.  I am a fairly intelligent woman so how in the world have we managed to end up with what amounts to over a thousand dollars in video game consoles?  I don't even want to discuss how much is invested in the disc games for these consoles or the different controllers that go with these games......it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/6435603991919793498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/6435603991919793498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-generations-video-gamesits.html' title='This generation&apos;s video games....it&apos;s definitely NOT Atari!!!!'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-1101531067796115787</id><published>2007-12-26T09:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T09:43:32.145-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid news'/><title type='text'>Wow.....one day after Christmas</title><summary type='text'>and I see we have been HIT WITH THE LOSE YOUR HOLIDAY POUNDS with a vengeance media barrage.  I have seen this as THE top running story on each of the news pages I opened today from AOL to Yahoo....I mean did WE ALL OVEREAT THIS YEAR AGAIN???  That THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING to have running on the NEWS?I mean there IS A WAR GOING ON!!!  HELLO...the PRIMARY ELECTIONS BEGIN IN JUST DAYS </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/1101531067796115787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/1101531067796115787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2007/12/wowone-day-after-christmas.html' title='Wow.....one day after Christmas'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-8280667531417235667</id><published>2007-12-24T21:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T21:33:44.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Holy Night</title><summary type='text'>As I sit here on this most quiet of all nights, thinking of all that has transpired in my life over the past year, I find it hard to imagine it has been as long as it has since my husband left for this last deployment.....and that had he not been extended he would be returning in what amounts to days.....I sit and watch the lights glitter on the tree and the fire as it burns down and know that is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/8280667531417235667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/8280667531417235667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-holy-night.html' title='Oh Holy Night'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-5060306771378515832</id><published>2007-12-24T08:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T08:47:40.371-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems for my husband'/><title type='text'>Love Poem.........For my husband.</title><summary type='text'>Merry Christmas my darling.....it will not be long until we are together againSonnets from the PortugueseSonnet VI ~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning "Go From Me.  Yet I Feel that I shall stand" Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall standHenceforward in thy shadow. NevermoreAlone upon the threshold of my doorOf individual life, I shall commandThe uses of my soul, nor lift my handSerenely in the sunshine </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/5060306771378515832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/5060306771378515832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2007/12/love-poemfor-my-husband_24.html' title='Love Poem.........For my husband.'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-6817556700488412081</id><published>2007-12-23T16:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T16:28:14.054-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Doors Down  ~  "Citizen Soldier" and the National Guard</title><summary type='text'>I will not embed this video on my blog because the National Guard owns the rights to it, but I will provide the link to it so that you can go and watch it.....directly from the GO Guard site.  The first 70k people can download the song for free.  It is on YouTube as well....but here is the link and the lyrics.http://www.1800goguard.com/movie/index2.phpThis is an amazing song by an amazing Band </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/6817556700488412081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/6817556700488412081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2007/12/3-doors-down-citizen-soldier-and.html' title='3 Doors Down  ~  &quot;Citizen Soldier&quot; and the National Guard'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-8143060482592930715</id><published>2007-12-22T14:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T15:01:09.912-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election 2008'/><title type='text'>I too like Fred Thomson Uncle Jimbo</title><summary type='text'>I have to agree with Uncle Jimbo over at Blackfive on this.......Fred Thompson's XMAS Ad</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/8143060482592930715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/8143060482592930715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-too-like-fred-thomson-uncle-jimbo.html' title='I too like Fred Thomson Uncle Jimbo'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-6630210111415998620</id><published>2007-12-20T13:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T14:14:27.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Christmas is coming</title><summary type='text'>Whether we want it to or not!!!!And I am so not ready!  I do not think I have everything for dinner and I have company coming.....I am still missing things that I can not find in the boxes that seem to keep multiplying around my house...and yet I swear there has to be more of them somewhere because I know there are things that were here that are not here now!  I swear I am losing my mind.I am not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/6630210111415998620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/6630210111415998620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-christmas-is-coming.html' title='So Christmas is coming'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-5166124310857411598</id><published>2007-12-16T19:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T13:30:14.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Dan.......</title><summary type='text'>I grew up loving his music, the world lost a great music artist and a family a wonderful man.....may God be with them today and everyday.  His music will live on....this song will hurt to listen to this Christmas........From his websitewww.danfogelberg.comSunday, December 16Dear friends,Dan left us this morning at 6:00am . He fought a brave battle with cancer and died peacefully at home in Maine </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/5166124310857411598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/5166124310857411598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2007/12/goodbye-dan.html' title='Goodbye Dan.......'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/R2XX6hbi4gI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jY4NbF64PWk/s72-c/dan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-8115958238775632184</id><published>2007-12-16T17:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T18:15:14.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift.....beautiful Christmas Song</title><summary type='text'>I heard this song one day a few years ago by this young lady and it made me stop and pull over to the side of the road for the tears that fell from my eyes made it hard for me to see.....Garth Brooks also recorded it, but Aselin Debison did the song much more justice.  The song was written by Stephanie Davis.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/8115958238775632184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/8115958238775632184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2007/12/gift.html' title='The Gift.....beautiful Christmas Song'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-7805734903511177548</id><published>2007-12-02T20:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T22:26:51.806-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems for my husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love poem.......for my husband</title><summary type='text'>Happy Anniversary My Love......The Magic Of Love                 Love is like magic                And it always will be.                For love still remains                Life's sweet mystery!!                Love works in ways                That are wondrous and strange                And there's nothing in life                That love cannot change!!                Love can transform</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/7805734903511177548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/7805734903511177548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2007/12/love-poemfor-my-husband.html' title='Love poem.......for my husband'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-3914629278335855703</id><published>2007-11-21T07:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T08:01:45.514-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling for the holiday...</title><summary type='text'>So I am joining the masses on the road this year....yeah what was I thinking, huh?  And well, lets just say that I am so far from even ready to go that it is not even funny.  I have yet to pack, much less finish my laundry.....my son is still asleep, not sure where his coat is.  Last I saw of it, I believe it was in the trunk of my car.  The girls, well, we don't need to even go there......Does </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/3914629278335855703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/3914629278335855703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2007/11/traveling-for-holiday.html' title='Traveling for the holiday...'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-7744867896191008574</id><published>2007-11-20T19:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T20:13:27.571-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why?'/><title type='text'>Why?</title><summary type='text'>Why do people refuse to own their choices?  I guess what I am getting at is, how can anyone make a decision in life and then say someone else is at fault?  Aren't we, as adults charged with being responsible for our own actions, both good or bad?  And in being so, doesn't that in effect make us also the owner of those choices?   If that is also true then how in the hell can anyone blatantly claim</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/7744867896191008574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/7744867896191008574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2007/11/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-959573083779435588</id><published>2007-11-19T14:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T20:15:55.898-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems for my husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>One Wish.......for my husband</title><summary type='text'>One Wish                   If I could have just one wish,I would wish to wake up everydayto the sound of your breath on my neck,the warmth of your lips on my cheek,the touch of your fingers on my skin,and the feel of your heart beating with mine...Knowing that I could never find that feelingwith anyone other than you.                - Courtney Kuchta -</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/959573083779435588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/959573083779435588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-wishfor-my-husband.html' title='One Wish.......for my husband'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-6848112493407224929</id><published>2007-11-15T23:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T23:09:57.545-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Just how many fit this description?</title><summary type='text'>I came across this the other day and of course had to laugh, because my daughters definitely fall into this category......but it makes me wonder who sits around and comes up with this stuff???  And so I clicked on it and got the rest of the story........my daughters would be saddened by the turn of events, should it be true! Hmm.....come to think of it, I'm pretty sure there are quite a few of us</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/6848112493407224929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/6848112493407224929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-how-many-fit-this-description.html' title='Just how many fit this description?'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/Rz0lKZaft8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/xh6IFAkrRcU/s72-c/end+of+internet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-6904265302167363534</id><published>2007-11-15T08:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T05:42:53.758-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems for my husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Favorite Love Poems.......... for my Husband</title><summary type='text'>~An Entrapment~My love, I have tried with all my beingto grasp a form comparable to thine own,but nothing seems worthy;I know now why Shakespeare could notcompare his love to a summer’s day.It would be a crime to denounce the beautyof such a creature as thee,to simply cast away the precisionGod had placed in forging you.Each facet of your beingwhether it physical or spiritualis an ensnarementfrom</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/6904265302167363534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/6904265302167363534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-poem-for-my-husband.html' title='Favorite Love Poems.......... for my Husband'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-1884446416771562575</id><published>2007-11-15T00:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T20:30:08.604-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool'/><title type='text'>Baby your the one....</title><summary type='text'>I won't put baby in a corner.....I just can't think of any thing else I can say on the topic ~ :D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/1884446416771562575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/1884446416771562575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2007/11/baby-your-one.html' title='Baby your the one....'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/RzviqZaft6I/AAAAAAAAAFo/vnWDi5UCBLE/s72-c/baby+your+the+one+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-63645598481104394</id><published>2007-11-14T12:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T05:45:10.722-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems for my husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Poetry from the past, sacrifice in the present......</title><summary type='text'>I have to share this wonderful poem with you and the blog that I took it from......and also some of those that the piece makes reference to.....I wrote this last night after reading it on Claire's blog, but felt that because of the words behind the piece I am talking about, I wanted to check with Brat and make sure that borrowing some of the work from the piece was kosher before I posted it, so I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/63645598481104394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/63645598481104394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2007/11/poetry-from-past-sacrifice-in-present.html' title='Poetry from the past, sacrifice in the present......'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-7921658549539999460</id><published>2007-11-14T05:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T05:57:53.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I still amazed at people's stupidity?</title><summary type='text'>Check out Michelle Malkin's piece here, the loonies are running rampant in the streets of Washington State......She states at the end of it "This is not free speech. This is unconscionable vandalism and physical interference intended to undermine the troops in a time of war. Someone needs to establish the rule of law in Olympia before it’s too late. Enough is enough.."In my eyes, enough was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/7921658549539999460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/7921658549539999460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-am-i-still-amazed-at-peoples.html' title='Why am I still amazed at people&apos;s stupidity?'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-7067628273581647899</id><published>2007-11-12T08:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T08:33:47.485-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love does not die easily.</title><summary type='text'>It is a living thing. It thrives in the face of all life's hazards, save one ~neglect.~ James Bryden</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/7067628273581647899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/7067628273581647899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-does-not-die-easily.html' title='Love does not die easily.'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-5735541062293579781</id><published>2007-11-11T10:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T17:06:01.405-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Honoring those who have defended our Nation</title><summary type='text'>and continue to serve........</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/5735541062293579781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/5735541062293579781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2007/11/honoring-those-who-have-defended-our.html' title='Honoring those who have defended our Nation'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/RzeJEbUBEII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/zbscQu8bLTc/s72-c/VeteransDay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8275610603048464938.post-1789005463545728811</id><published>2007-11-10T20:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T16:19:11.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I watched our favorite movie today ......</title><summary type='text'>without you..........I Love You Truly</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/1789005463545728811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8275610603048464938/posts/default/1789005463545728811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quietmomentsbusylives.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-watched-our-favorite-movie-today.html' title='I watched our favorite movie today ......'/><author><name>....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14569753442768694432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZIhjkO_IEQ/So3Va899z8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hU1uRmxqmUM/S220/beautiful.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
