tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14744941638614841152024-03-21T07:10:16.205-04:00A Soldier Stole My HeartJamsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15659739025543260183noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1474494163861484115.post-64444388442045351292010-09-30T17:49:00.000-04:002010-09-30T17:51:05.101-04:00HomecomingAugust 09<br />C gets back on the plane..and goes back to Iraq for another 3 months. Snap back to my day to day life. I kept busy and focused on Gracie and what my next steps were. Makeup school was calling my name, but I wasn’t ready. I decided I would go in January. C and I would date and have a long distance relationship. So, I applied and started to plan it all out. Yea…well..about that..<br /><br />November 09<br />Well, it was here. C is coming home! Mom, Gracie and I pack up and head to Ft. Campbell. As soon as we got there I met with one of the army wives, Jessica and her beautiful new baby Kylie for lunch. Gracie just had her 2nd birthday, she felt like such a big girl compared to little Kylie. Her husband and C are on the same team and pretty close. So it was a great feeling to know we got along. She helped me with all the ins and outs of everything a spouse needed to know. Since I was only an ‘army girlfriend’ I didn’t get that privilege. Thank God she was there. <br /><br />We made signs and had our cameras charged and ready. The kids were with their grandmas and we headed to base. It was a cold, damp, foggy morning. I was wearing my ONE heavy coat I actually had, you could tell I was a true Floridian. I did not get one ounce of sleep I was so on the edge. At 4am we’re on our way. I remember driving there having an overwhelming feeling the day I did when I got on the plane to first meet him 3 months ago. Pure bliss and excitement.<br /><br />We get on the bus, drive to the hanger and I meet everyone. Everyone as in the other army wives of our whole company. Here it was, the reality of true military life. Hearing their stories, their lives, how they met their husbands, how they coped over this year, was genuinely making me feel like what the hell do I say? Here I was in the beginning of my story, our story. I just listened. However, when Jessica mentioned C, everyone knew exactly who I was. Apparently C had told everyone. I was the focus of peoples interest for about 2.5 seconds. Hey, at least I didn’t feel completely out of the loop.<br /> <br />We hear over the loud speakers that they are 20 mins out. 20 mins! Jessica and I, along with all the other families pile into the cold misty weather outside. Finding a perfect spot on the fence right upfront was not that easy, but we got pretty close. The plane came in and it circled about 3 times before actually stopping. The size of the plane was ginormous to say the least. The soldiers came out one after the other after the other. There was no way to spot him even with our massive signs. <br /><br />We head back into the hanger and grab our seats. We literally have to sit and listen to a 15 minute speech before finding our loved ones. Crazy. The hopeful, desperate faces amongst the crowd. It was like watching a pack of wolves search for their prey. We reach the end and everyone is running around berserk. In the mess and craziness of it all, it was like a movie when the array of people parted. I saw him, he saw me. Cue the music. We ran into each other like the very first time. Here you are in my arms..again.Jamsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15659739025543260183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1474494163861484115.post-45104610670385965022010-09-30T17:14:00.003-04:002010-09-30T17:18:05.324-04:00Been a Hot MinuteWell this has been quite some time since I have done this. Blogging. I am a completely different person than I was when I first started this. Reading back, I smile but also laugh. Smile because of such great fond memories, but laugh because of how I portrayed them. I was painting such a beautiful picture with each story. The past two years I will reveal. But the paint will be smugded and messy this time. In fact, let's call it a mess of a masterpiece. My life.Jamsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15659739025543260183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1474494163861484115.post-61365201320978669792008-10-30T16:59:00.008-04:002008-10-30T17:32:42.569-04:00What happened to this woman?Sorry it's been so long...I've had LOTS on my mind. Ahhh..we'll start with this. <br /><br />My mom and I.<br /><br />We have a really close relationship..closer than most. We're not just mom and daughter, but best friends. However, lately we've been having some issues. <br /><br />See it's always been just me and my mom, so that's all I know. I mean she's dated 4 guys, including my dad (they split when I was 3), my whole life. My point is that it's always been just us. She's always been an independent, strong woman that always made her feelings known how much she despises men. She's always told me that she's happy without a man in her life. No one to control her, to tell her what to do. She can do what she wants, when she wants. And with this, she's formed how I view men and relationships too. I've always been the independent one who didn't take any kind of shit from any guy, which I love. I hate it when I see girls fawn over guys that don't call them every hour to "check in" or tell them every detail of their life or even spend every waking moment with them. Ugh. Gag me. I like being my own person, having my own time and my own friends. Thanks.<br />To my next point..she's been dating this one guy, we'll call him Joe. She's known Joe since she was with my dad. Joe and his wife were a mutual friends. He's a cool guy and makes my mom happy, which is what I could ever want. And I'm happy for her, honestly I am. BUT, I feel as if she's changing into someone I really don't know anymore. She's at his house or he's here 5-6 days out of the week. I understand she has her own life and she's going to live it how she wants to, but how can I go from knowing her as one person to now realizing she's changing into something different? I guess I wouldn't be worried so much about it, if it wasn't turing out to be somewhat a repeative fo her last boyfriend. They started out great and spent all their time together and he ended up moving in within 3 months. She was letting him walk all over her, taking advantage of her, and in the end she couldn't stand him. I just feel as if this is happening again. I don't want that for her. I guess that's why this whole thing is getting to me. I love my mom and I don't want that to happen for her again. I know she really likes this guy and he seems great, and I don't want to be like this. But how can I not? What does a daughter do, without nagging and seeming like the mother?Jamsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15659739025543260183noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1474494163861484115.post-81118877784026420252008-10-18T17:11:00.003-04:002008-10-18T17:31:59.182-04:00Blowing out more than candles.I went to the most extravagant but coolest kid birthday party today. It was a carnival theme and let me tell you..they were dead on. When we first pulled up there was signs they had made to say things like "Seth's Grand Carnival is in town, for one day only, come see it!" and then had a clown to 'park us'. We get out and he hands us a ticket. Yes, a ticket. Then when we walk around to the yard, there's a ticket booth with another clown to take our gifts and give us our bag 'o treats in exchange for our ticket we just got. Okay, so we walk in through a ring of balloons and into the 'carnival'. OMG, is this for real? There were bounce houses, ring tosses, clowns, face painting, trains, and pony rides. And the food was even a great match with snow cones, an old fashioned popcorn machine, hot dogs, pizza, and cotton candy. They have a house with a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ginormous</span> big yard, so they had the room to put booths and little tents everywhere with each game or food. And then on te tables they had candy and popcorn in little buckets with shovels. I didn't mention to you that in our bag o' treats, there were 'Seth bucks' (fake money they made with the kids face on it) to spend on your food and tickets to ride the train or a pony or to play each game. You even won prizes! We didn't stay the whole time because it was 85 degrees out and Gracie was getting tired, but it was overall a very fun-filled day.<br />Even though it was fun and such a cute idea..what happened to the simple cake and ice cream, dancing in the sprinkler parties? Am I the only one to find this crazy?!Jamsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15659739025543260183noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1474494163861484115.post-48776251857154489202008-10-14T18:30:00.004-04:002008-10-15T02:34:50.190-04:00Self-explanatoryGracie and I have been sick for two days now. So it's been mostly lounging around, sleeping and being overall lazy. I never thought I'd be the one to say this, but I actually can't wait to be up and doing something again.<br /><br />I'm the one that was the spoiled and lazy girl that had pretty much everything handed to her. However, I was never the bitch that thought I was better than everyone either. I always wanted to do things for people and give them everything that I had. But in the same token I was comfortable and never really realized what I had or truly appreciated it. I've really grown up these past few years and seen what I had and still have, that I may have taken for granted before. I was adopted and my life and my family that I have is something I'm very grateful for. I know I could've had a VERY different life with only me dreaming of what I have now. From the needs to the wants. A car on my 16th birthday, unlimited amounts of food in the cabinet (scooby snacks and fruit roll-ups!), braces and contacts, weekly trips to the mall, going on the boat with my dad, camping trips with my mom..anything. Things and memories I'll always cherish.<br /><br />With that being said..I can't wait to get up and do something, I hate being sick. Come and go already!! Errr!<br /><br />So with this darn cold, I had the time to do a silly personality test. Hey, it's all in fun. It's actually quite on target.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.41q.com/index.41q?a=1">http://www.41q.com/index.41q?a=1</a> ***<br /><br /><strong>Your personality type:</strong><br /><br /><em>Popular and sensitive, with outstanding people skills. Externally focused, with real concern for how others think and feel. Usually dislike being alone. They see everything from the human angle and dislike impersonal analysis. Very effective at managing people issues and leading group discussions. Interested in serving others and probably place the needs of others over their own needs.</em><br /><br /><strong>Careers that could fit you includes:</strong><br /><br /><em>Teachers, consultants, psychiatrists, social workers, counselors, clergy, sales representatives, human resources, managers, events coordinators, politicians, diplomats, writers, actors, designers, homemakers, musicians, religious workers.</em><br /><br /><br />***By the way, how do you guys put links in with your words already on here. For instance, you'll be writing a sentence and say something like..<br />"Oh, Ciara and I were just riding around on the boat this afternoon."<br />And put a link of her site where her name is, or a link to a site with photos. Something like that. Please let me know! Thanks :)Jamsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15659739025543260183noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1474494163861484115.post-44467325075100723982008-10-14T13:36:00.004-04:002008-10-15T02:33:36.478-04:00All I see is you<em>The very first day I saw you, running up into your arms, the first kiss, the first touch - I can remember it all so well. It was amazing and PERFECT. After that very moment, I knew that it would only get better..and it definitely has! Each day that passes, I know it just means it's one more day closer to seeing you, feeling you and being with you again. Each night I'm dreaming of you and wishing you were here next to me. Being so far away from you is killing me. Not being able to share everyday with you, hold you in my arms, hear your voice, feel your touch, kiss your lips and have your hand in mine, it hurts so much. I wish I could be there with you to hug and kiss and squeeze you all day and night, but our time will come before we know it. I honestly think when you do come back it will have brought us closer because we will appreciate what we have so much more. All the things that we've been talking about, I know we need get it all straight, but no matter what happens, we will be together, that's a promise. No matter what path you and I decide to chose, I want you to know how much you mean to me and how much I truly love you. Like I said before, you're stuck with me! What's meant to happen, will happen. Just like us, I believe WE were meant to happen and here we are. I can't wait to start our lives together, where we can share our ups and downs, our problems and joys, the good and the bad. Fate has put us through this but we'll make it and come out stronger in the end. I'm so thankful that we found each other and I couldn't imagine what or where my life would be if it hadn't happened. I love you so much and I'm counting down the days until I can hold you again.</em>Jamsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15659739025543260183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1474494163861484115.post-9399955276357484732008-10-13T15:14:00.006-04:002008-10-15T19:34:14.530-04:00Hey life, can you answer my call already?I want to be a somebody. I don't want to stay at the place I am in life and not go anywhere. I want to finish college. I want a degree. I want to live in a loft in the city. I want to experience the world. I want to travel and see the ends and outs of everything. And I truly believe I can do it..I WILL do it <em>AND</em> succeed.<br /><br />College will come shortly after the holidays and I WILL get my butt into gear and fully through myself into it. If I want more in life, then I'm going to have to work for it. Which brings me to this..I STILL don't know what I want to do or be in life. I'm 22 and still don't know which direction I'd like to go towards.<br /><br />I'm a very creative person, but in the same aspect I love to manage and direct things. I've plundered with certain career goals more on my artistic side, like for instance photography. (One semester at The Art Institute down the drain...ugh.) I love photography..but it just wasn't in the cards for me as a career. Then I've thought of event planning and interior designing and make-up artistry (which I almost went to school for this month). Then I've thought going into the more management side of myself by going for a business degree, because I could honestly go anywhere with that. But, then I see people where they've targeted a specific major and know exactly what they want to do. Something with 4 or 5 words in the title. Honestly, how do you find out about these random jobs and know that's what you want to do!? It's all still so confusing for me but I hope it will come to me in time. Like today, just a few hours ago, I was thinking about minoring in history because it's something I've always been fascinated by, but is it something I would use for what I want in a job? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Errrr</span>....see!Jamsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15659739025543260183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1474494163861484115.post-79722619027327797822008-10-06T13:34:00.013-04:002008-10-15T02:32:47.442-04:00Weight LossI've always been the heavier girl..you know, the "funny fat friend"? Yeah that was me. I went up and down through out high school..my lightest I was at about 150 and a size 9/10, which I'm not saying that's the biggest ever, <strong>but</strong> I'm barely 5'2 and that was my <em>lightest</em>. My heaviest I was roughly 190 lbs (almost as much as when I was when I was 9 months pregnant!) and not fitting into the junior clothes at all. I can't tell you how desperate I wanted to fit into them. I remember being 15 and having to go into the adult 'plus size' section with my mom and I couldn't have been more moritfied. Nobody at 15 should have to go through that. I never really let it show that it bothered me because I was overall a happy person, always the life of the party..but inside I was always jealous, upset and depressed. Who wouldn't be? I was never the girl that was the hot or cute one, rather the good friend or funny girl.<br /><br /><br /><br />Well I've come a long way. Many things in my life have changed, but one main thing is my weight. It's been 9 months since I've decided to turn my life around with my health. I've had a few bumps and curves along the way, but I've come so far and I'm not going back! I've never ever been the one to want to go to the gym or work out, but I absolutely love it now! Getting up and doing it is sometimes is a trial, but once I get into it, I'm a machine! I've found my newfound self and can't wait to see what the future holds for me. I'm on my way of checking off my "to do" on my Bucket List of completing a marathon..hopefully a triathelon at some point! So when I have bad days, I have to remind myself that if I'm at the point of thinking about a marathon, then there are really no BAD days. I wanted to share this just because well it's worth sharing! So, here's my before and after photos I'd love to show you all. Enjoy! I know I do!<br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Me and the bestie</span></em> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">*Before* </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>(180lbs.)</strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL5mLZj6k_ZInSxgGhM_Mk9wqYsggwWEslVb4I7NyOx9TOLz4JZWbboZA4exsRe36n-XRLx6B75qDHpucJhxATEYYRcblnPVuQDV5MSt9hjMAlQbLhxhpQmAMkOWg3ljeD3rgpio7rNPxo/s1600-h/21st+bday.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254122809319028594" style="WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" height="229" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL5mLZj6k_ZInSxgGhM_Mk9wqYsggwWEslVb4I7NyOx9TOLz4JZWbboZA4exsRe36n-XRLx6B75qDHpucJhxATEYYRcblnPVuQDV5MSt9hjMAlQbLhxhpQmAMkOWg3ljeD3rgpio7rNPxo/s320/21st+bday.jpg" width="330" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>*After*</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong>(143lbs.)</strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_n2pf0VWzNKtCIGSrnx_HfCiMLZ8wxbf1yPWbdk_-4WNIJnTReRxCqeo9PfN29d7Q042w5_KcP836sTI-oWNdRpP9lPxKAcvbA4cc83SSNTDK-SjHcDHIvjEM0ujeG9Hyfr3qX-Bmb27R/s1600-h/mj.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254122811388512130" style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px" height="278" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_n2pf0VWzNKtCIGSrnx_HfCiMLZ8wxbf1yPWbdk_-4WNIJnTReRxCqeo9PfN29d7Q042w5_KcP836sTI-oWNdRpP9lPxKAcvbA4cc83SSNTDK-SjHcDHIvjEM0ujeG9Hyfr3qX-Bmb27R/s320/mj.jpg" width="216" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><em>Just Me</em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"></span></em></div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">*Before* </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>(About 175lbs.)</strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwiPBxMUNvZw6NysB45-2WRo1E00i9c1_s0uiMB8HSEUOo8cM71ZDV4I85Hj0SJ7gr1HYT7GUqG8AvDvJP-WARIvJkjY0RoslQnvIdIxSctEOEvKPfkPuIG5S8Ap_Vx0UVpILKTGxJQJGj/s1600-h/Everbody+019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254122820237228850" style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 376px" height="398" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwiPBxMUNvZw6NysB45-2WRo1E00i9c1_s0uiMB8HSEUOo8cM71ZDV4I85Hj0SJ7gr1HYT7GUqG8AvDvJP-WARIvJkjY0RoslQnvIdIxSctEOEvKPfkPuIG5S8Ap_Vx0UVpILKTGxJQJGj/s320/Everbody+019.jpg" width="214" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">*After*</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>(136lbs.)</strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC4tusLX2UkSkHrUqKAvcPyVglIQssV-wUasoNiQrADwdpbguvRRbZ-ooe813dQKGXUsgyBQLywfFRszDNlWvOIGFGBYzwhwa7OVSoRfpDt_rh2Y4cc02o6T87d29Po-xouRKQ6PLj9BfT/s1600-h/first+outfit.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254122822896584098" style="WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 348px" height="361" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC4tusLX2UkSkHrUqKAvcPyVglIQssV-wUasoNiQrADwdpbguvRRbZ-ooe813dQKGXUsgyBQLywfFRszDNlWvOIGFGBYzwhwa7OVSoRfpDt_rh2Y4cc02o6T87d29Po-xouRKQ6PLj9BfT/s320/first+outfit.jpg" width="263" border="0" /></a></div>Jamsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15659739025543260183noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1474494163861484115.post-19997205153036895722008-10-03T20:05:00.005-04:002008-10-15T02:31:55.125-04:00Friday Questionaire (Trial)I have browsed so many blogs and I've come across quite a few that do little questions for their friends. I absolutely love the idea because I'm the question queen..if you knew me I seriously ask random questions all the time just to get to know someone better. In fact, I made up my own little version of 21 questions..so fun! So here I am giving this a shot to see if any of my new found friends on here will go along with it. I'd love to get to know each of you a little better! :)<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>The Questions</strong></div><ol><li>What's one thing, situation, experience in your life that you truly believe was a turning point? (Like in that one instance you knew life would be different from then on..or when you look back and realize that it now has changed you from what you could of and would have been.)</li><li>What three possessions (besides essentials) could you not live without?</li><li>If you could rename yourself what would it be and why?</li><li>Okay ladies, what's one body part that you wish you could change with a magic wand?</li><li>Even though most of you are married or engaged, think back to your dating days..what was one thing that was a deal breaker in dating a guy? </li><li>Which leads me to my next question, tell me the qualities in your husband/fiance/boyfriend that are so special that you know he's right for you. :)</li></ol><p align="center"><strong></strong></p><p align="center"><strong>My Answers</strong></p><ol><li>This one is pretty easy for me. It would be the day I found out I was pregnant and those next 9 months. I knew life would be DRAMATICALLY different than what I was expecting or planned on!</li><li>Some form of connecting to others whether it be my computer or phone, my camera, and my shoes!!</li><li>I used to want to be Nikki and I even went as far as introducing myself that way to new people. I don't know what it is about the name, but I just loved it. My mom and I went on one of our camping trips and I met a girl and told her my name was Nikki. After hanging out with her for the whole day, my mom came looking for me. Of course she was calling my actual name and the girl was like that woman is looking at you but not calling your name. Haha..that was so funny!! I was so mad at my mom for saying my real name!</li><li>Ha..can I make a list!? Well, this is my question, so I kind of set myself up for it! I want to be toned up all over really. But, I'm not going to give a "fluffy" answer. I'll let my guard down and tell you. First off, I'd want my hair to be thicker and fuller like it used to be..and I've ALWAYS wanted wavy hair. Countless perms later..and it's still stick straight! Then of course the little tire around my waist to be totally gone, doesn't everyone have this problem?! Followed by having my upper arms,thighs and calves smaller and tightened up, butt bigger and my gobble neck gone (not having to stick my neck out for pictures would be a relief! lol) Oh and my face to be cleared up! Whew..that sounds so bad when I write it out! :(</li><li>Poor hygiene, really bad teeth, dirty nails, laziness or has absolutely no goals, over cockiness and not being a gentleman (I may be old fashioned, but I like my door opened, chair pulled out, flowers...something!) Honestly I've let a few of those slip, but through it all I've come to realize what's really important to me and what I could never live without in a guy..so I stepped up my standards!</li><li>He totally and utterly gets me. There is no other person that I could honestly see spending my life with. He makes me laugh or smile even when I'm pissed at him. He does the sweetest things without even realizing it..and I don't know if he does it and makes me think that he doesn't know he's doing it, or honestly doesn't know! That's another thing, he always keeps me guessing. I love surprises and even when he gives me the slightest clues, I still don't know whats going on. I love it. I love that we can talk for hours about absolutely nothing, but still not get bored. Oh and how he's cocky but doesn't over do it. He knows he's the shiznit, but doesn't push it. And the most important one..he wants to be a dad with everything in him. And seeing him with Gracie shows me that he will be a wonderful one too. He already wants to be that to her, which makes my heart melt for him even more. Ah..I could go on and on! I'm sure most of you will be like this too :)</li></ol><p></p><p>Well, I look forward to all your answers...that is if you'll let me in on knowing you a little more! Hope to hear from you soon. :)</p><p></p>Jamsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15659739025543260183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1474494163861484115.post-58917084170661403222008-10-01T23:08:00.004-04:002008-10-15T02:31:22.155-04:00Handbag Planet!!Check this out! This awesome site is giving away a FREE handbag every hour for 24 hours for their grand opening. It costs nothing to enter..all you do is tell them your name and email and pick a bag you like. That's it! And if you post it on your blog you get even MORE chances to win!! YAY! I personally like this one.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252389087050109986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3m3mqyuOGhNbwdSvHj0nF2GWbppGHMWtgBEEFYmU1TxvlHmyzuFG-B8dGIdTHqOpOUqA5rxGbaAX_g5oo9v-jX-oKQRIv8oWsDHiDSOsc8RlCpwxAl5330iApMiNaGJp20WO85OfVvmem/s320/bag24.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p></p><p>But they have lots more to choose from. Go ahead...HangbagPlanet.com!</p>Jamsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15659739025543260183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1474494163861484115.post-60197532550348533262008-09-17T15:03:00.004-04:002008-10-15T02:31:03.479-04:00Gracie<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO-ra5irFtl9zmjGg4SB1ekkpnDGloO8Epzzaw6oMGII6WJJr0hcxFBlxU-oj8SWLdtjE20Q05QUs4_ZgAsuvgHxYElFyYK3T0xUlx0UsslOUBA6u_OvDMT3nVLO87FMQjD1ZhWvtdWMqH/s1600-h/DSC06159.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247070460998560690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px" height="342" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO-ra5irFtl9zmjGg4SB1ekkpnDGloO8Epzzaw6oMGII6WJJr0hcxFBlxU-oj8SWLdtjE20Q05QUs4_ZgAsuvgHxYElFyYK3T0xUlx0UsslOUBA6u_OvDMT3nVLO87FMQjD1ZhWvtdWMqH/s320/DSC06159.JPG" width="240" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I love being a mom, don't get me wrong. I don't want anyone to think for I second that I don't...but you know when you look back on something in your life that changes you instantly and wonder what it would have been like if it didn't happen? I do that all the time. At this point in my life, I can't help but wonder what my life would be like and where I'd be if I hadn't had Gracie. She's the most incredible being ever, but sometimes I just wish I could have the EXACT same daughter but just a little more down the road. I think that I would just be graduating school with my bachelors degree and probably be out of the house by now. Yet, I'm still on my first year of college and living at home. On the other side, when I became pregnant, I was partying and not taking anything serious in life. I have always said that she saved me. She was a blessing in disguise so to speak. So, even when I do have those thoughts I have to remember that. Yes maybe life would be easier and things would be totally different, but God has a plan for a reason. All I know is, she's meant to be in my life NOW for a reason. And slowly I'm seeing what that reason is. My life will work into what it's supposed to be and where He intends me to be and what to do. I'm going through many changes right now and I just need to have faith in knowing that I will get there and things will work out. Now..it's time for my to go pick up my little ray of sunshine! Talk soon!</div>Jamsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15659739025543260183noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1474494163861484115.post-22813676874264680092008-09-14T19:14:00.001-04:002008-10-15T02:30:34.589-04:00Proposing?<div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I got to talk (and see!) C this morning! He was able to get on the web cam. I was so happy to finally see him, moving and talking and just being there..it was great, especially after the night that I had. Last night I went out with friends for the first time after him leaving. We went to this bar/club that I'm pretty much a regular at and it was great to get out and dance again. But at the same token, I should've gone home right afterwards. My friend Brena and I went to an after party, big mistake. I won't get into all the details, because I'm trying to get to something else important right now. But basically, I didn't get home until 8 am because I locked my keys and phone in the car and after hours of looking for them and not having but $25 to my name, I had to borrow money from people and get a locksmith. Ahh, crazy night!<br />So, after my night from hell, getting to talk to C of course makes me happy, but even more so this morning! Here's an excerpt from our convo. He brings up an engagement ring...<br /><br /></div></span><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><div align="center"><div style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 2px solid; OVERFLOW: auto; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 2px solid; WIDTH: 360px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 2px solid; HEIGHT: 198px"></span></span></strong><p align="left"><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#ff6666;">C: I am listening to your song, Katy Perry's</span><br /></span></strong><span style="color:#000099;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#993399;">J: HaHa, I kissed a girl? You hate that song</span>!</span></strong></span><br /></p><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>C: But it reminds me of you</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>C: Plus I don't hate everything that I tell you</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"><strong>J: So why would you tell me you hate something if you don't?</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>C: Because I don't want to play it or do it all the time</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"><strong>J: So you say you hate it? You're such a dork! You should just say its just not your favorite!</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">J: You're my favorite</span> ;)</span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>C: I know but you love me to death!</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#993399;">J: You know I really think I do babe</span> </span></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>C: Well I know you do</strong></span></div><div align="left"></span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>C: I'm your fav????? </strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"><strong>J: Yup, you're stuck with me!</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>C: good because................</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>C: oh never mind</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"><strong>J: Never mind?? Oh no don't you dare say that when were talking about something like this</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>C: I DO WHAT I DO</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>C: LoL</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"><strong>J: Oh heck no</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>C: yep</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"><strong>J: okay ill remember that</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>C: Okay fine. I went shopping for something online</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>C: That's all i will say. And the I need to know your ring size for something else :)</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">J: Oh really, which finger..?</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">C: Just guess</span><br /></strong></span></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">J: I think I know but I just wanted to hear you say it and be sure.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">C: Okay babe, your ring finger</span><br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">J: :D I'll have to see what size my rings are that fit me..I'll let you know.<br /></span><span style="color:#ff6666;">C: Yeah you should do that</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">C: are you crying</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">J: I have been crying and smiling this whole time</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">C: Your weird but I love you</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">C: so much..you make me so happy</span><br /></strong></span><span style="color:#3366ff;"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"><strong>J: Well i cant help it babe..I'm a sucker for you! And I love you too.</strong></span> </span><br /></div></div></div><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">We've been talking about the future and what it holds for us. We've talked about marriage, kids, our career plans, where we'd want to live...many things. But after talking to him today, when he mentioned shopping for rings. I really didn't want to know, because I love surprises (mostly when I don't know about them), but I guess our relationship started a little unconventional, so other things will be that way. It's all about planning, not spontaneity. So after our convo, I thought well I can still have an element of surprise in the way he goes about it..the proposal! Ever since I was a little girl I've dreamed of that day when my prince charming got down on one knee. More or less than the actual ceremony! Well no..I've dreamed of everything that had to do with my wedding. It's one of the moments in your life that you have control in turning your dreams into reality. What can I say I'm a total romantic! I was just randomly looking at rings when I came across some proposal ideas. I found some that are so cute, but nothing can top my dream proposal.... </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em><span style="color:#ffff00;">I've always wanted to be totally and utterly surprised. My dream would be for when he's ready to fake me out a few times with really romantic dates or being romantic in general..but when it finally comes down to it to send me on a scavenger hunt. Have him set it up when I'm with my best friend and the first place we go there's the first note. Someway I'd want her to sneak in the opportunity to start video recording it. He'd send me to all places that meant the most to us or just a reminder of things in our relationship and have me pick up little things along the way. Towards the end of the hunt, he'd send me home to get dressed for dinner at our favorite restaurant. Then at the end, on my last stop, my best friend happens to "go to the bathroom"and after I read the last note and do that last task..he's waiting for me. (With my best friend still recording!) Whether it be in a crowded place with our family and friends or private, with flowers and candles. I don't care because I would just be so happy at that point. That to me would just be amazingly perfect!</span></em><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />But let's face it, nothing is totally perfect. But a girl can dream!! However, here's some other cute proposal ideas that I found..<br /><br /><div style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 2px solid; OVERFLOW: auto; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 2px solid; WIDTH: 400px; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 2px solid; HEIGHT: 300px"></span><br /></span><ul><li><span style="font-family:verdana;">Have a friend or family member set up a picnic -- complete with wine and cheese, or course -- for you in a park. Take your girlfriend for a hike on a route where you'll stumble upon this surprise "Proposal Picnic." </span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;">Tie a red velvet ribbon from one spot in your home to another. Attach little notes recalling perfect moments in your relationship along the way. You wait at the last stop, ring in hand. </span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;">Create a personalize fortune cookie with your own proposal message.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;">Scratch your proposal into the frost on his or her car's windshield. </span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;">During your annual Halloween prep, challenge her to a pumpkin carving contest and carve the words "Marry Me" in your pumpkin. (I like this one because we both LOVE Halloween!!)</span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;">Tell your girlfriend you want to make a time capsule together to bury and dig up years into the future. As you're gathering the items, say it wouldn't be complete without a picture of the moment you two got engaged! Have a Polaroid camera ready to take that shot right after you present her with the ring. </span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;">Make your own message in a bottle. On the night before a beach day you've planned, write a love poem on a piece of parchment paper, roll it into an antique bottle with a cork, and bury it in a well marked spot in the sand near your towels. Be sure you "find" the bottle as you dig together -- and have the ring at the ready. (Sooooo cute!!!)</span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;">Make a list of ten reasons you'd like to marry your beloved. Read them to him or her in front of a crowd, have a singing telegram deliver them, or send them written on note cards one by one over the course of a day (or ten!), with the last card arriving via personal messenger (you!). (This is one of my favorites!!)</li></ul></div></span></li><ul></ul><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">I'm sure there's many cute, romantic ways to do it. It all comes down to the way the guy wants to do it. I'm sure anyway he does it will be amazing. The fact that I've found someone to spend my life with is amazing in it's own. But like I said a girl can dream!! If anyone has any cute ideas or even stories of their own, I'd absolutely love to hear about them. Thanks! :)</span></p><p></p>Jamsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15659739025543260183noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1474494163861484115.post-51267652982978465622008-09-11T22:29:00.001-04:002008-10-15T02:27:24.749-04:00College here I come....again!<div align="center">I've decided to go back and finish my AA. So, today I went to the college to see what classes I should take. I initially started school back in 05 a little after I graduated high school. My love has always been with the movie, film and/or makeup industry. I just never knew which direction I wanted to go in. In high school I was in TV Production, Journalism, Yearbook, Drama and Photography. I went away to The Art Institute trying for photography, but me being a total dimwit, I wasted a great opportunity by partying and putting my parents money down the drain. I moved back home after a semester and went to the community college here, where I started my General Ed for my AA. Got through a semester there, but then found out I was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">preggers</span>. What was a shocking bump in the road turned into the best thing that ever happened to me. 9 months later and I had my beautiful little sunshine, Gracie. Being a mom is so rewarding and I couldn't picture not having her in my life. To some it was unconventional the way it happened, but honestly, to me if I never had had her, I'd still be in my partying days and probably not serious about life at all. She made me grow up and realize what <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">life's</span> all about. After being home with her for a year I thought I'd go back to school. I wanted to do makeup, but they didn't offer that at the college. I was going to do the full <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">cosmetology</span>..but ended up only taking the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">aesthetics</span> course because I have no interest in nails or hair as a profession. When I graduated, I looked for a job at a spa, but nobody was hiring. So I took a job at Express, but kept my eyes open. I started looking into makeup school during the summer and found the perfect one. It's in Orlando..but it's also <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">A LOT</span> of money. My mom still thought it was worth looking into. August rolled around and I left Express because C was coming home and the next semester for makeup school starts in October. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Soooo</span>..we're pretty much caught up to present day. Since meeting Chris, I've really dug deep into what I really want in life. Do I want to be a still at home army wife/mom? Do I want to still go on and have a career? Should I even think about changing things now? Am I second guessing myself? Is this what I really want and can I see myself doing this for the next 20+ years? Well, at this point I'm thinking I'm going to go back and finish my AA and see where that takes me. If I went ahead and did makeup school now, I'd have to find something right away to use my knowledge in or else I'll forget what I just paid all that money for. So I think for know I'm going to focus on my AA. We shall see what the future holds!!</div>Jamsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15659739025543260183noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1474494163861484115.post-74157690583303931042008-09-08T16:06:00.002-04:002008-10-15T02:26:41.609-04:00It's not goodbye..it's see you soon<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-N34gDAPf4UYxV-RSxuCv5SlWG6pyd0DOGlRVNAIpiUPHPjyARThFngCzwpwbj_F0QEbB4VZjDwgM5fUY1Qo7ylluauKIRFPbHM-kJkn4LCyzoqJj1ID6PHo9CaZLZerHQ9esq7j6jLVG/s1600-h/last+ily.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243744824715062226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px" height="353" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-N34gDAPf4UYxV-RSxuCv5SlWG6pyd0DOGlRVNAIpiUPHPjyARThFngCzwpwbj_F0QEbB4VZjDwgM5fUY1Qo7ylluauKIRFPbHM-kJkn4LCyzoqJj1ID6PHo9CaZLZerHQ9esq7j6jLVG/s320/last+ily.jpg" width="277" border="0" /></a>Saying our farewell was so hard. I didn't even imagine it when he first got here. It hadn't really hit me that I'd have to farewell in only a few short weeks. Our time together was truly amazing and I can't wait till the day that we can pick it back up again. When I'll see you once again in an airport, but I'll be picking you up this time! Taking him there sucked but I knew it had to be done. We did have one extra day that we didn't think would happen, but it did and it was awesome. I'm so thankful for the time that he did have. We'll just have to take this one day at a time and get through it. I think of all the army wives, girlfriends and fiances that send their men off. I certainly have a newfound respect for them. It is indeed hard. Yes, I may be a new "significant other" in this thing, but I'm here and this is the path I have chosen. You can't help who you fall for I guess. I hope that I'm strong enough for this, that's why I started this whole blog thing. It helps me get my thoughts out and tie me to other people that are going through the same thing. One day at a time is definitely my new motto!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilEwIm3ly68RcdIoAteGVAIdA7FqR009sOjy37lX6B7aedH2SlbD3asCotPgzG8b5_N7dtYSYtdJK0wJOt1eHlX8Pca82HFwrjqTulbVD-mHBDvz-3PDrnrmhGMBn4Yi9CgVHBqoYsCx9Q/s1600-h/not+letting+go.jpg"></a>Jamsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15659739025543260183noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1474494163861484115.post-21539909718185522008-09-08T14:28:00.003-04:002008-10-15T02:25:25.062-04:00Leave time<span style="font-size:180%;">Okay, so I thought getting off the plane and seeing C was amazing, but the time we spent together was even MORE amazing! We had lots of fun even with our mishaps with his car along the way! </span><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">We spent the first week in Columbus. I got to meet his family <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGUXvPA9ByDx7Y1vC116pSCcfNtmVFmcgucCafA7T7xYvhRUZ8jc6x0bKn0LZoKIcGrk0rM49qnBtwbIXM5yhheQULCCyenrzsizQgDQ3vI2rJuAB6SYgUkQRIZfbreC0Vvuc7rISg-GlA/s1600-h/DSC06347.JPG"><span style="font-size:180%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243739734597357586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" height="194" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGUXvPA9ByDx7Y1vC116pSCcfNtmVFmcgucCafA7T7xYvhRUZ8jc6x0bKn0LZoKIcGrk0rM49qnBtwbIXM5yhheQULCCyenrzsizQgDQ3vI2rJuAB6SYgUkQRIZfbreC0Vvuc7rISg-GlA/s320/DSC06347.JPG" width="283" border="0" /></span></a>and loved his parents! We got </span><span style="font-size:180%;">along so well, which is one of the greatest things I could ask for. How could a girl not want to get along with the parentals? His mom and I clicked so well that for practically that whole week I was in her kitchen cooking with her. We went to church <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc2Mh4XBVbxwv4KknmuGCGQlQ7MiD890paQNih9Var6wUl2l7pTPsj-E7FTawCFebpmktpirWzjkslDk8f_sIjMQCExndJ7FTBnvRLnw5sGlQf4NW_WVgv8lcJ7aPBiXSaJ3oRk93IkgIc/s1600-h/DSC06329.JPG"><span style="font-size:180%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243739730379394018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="208" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc2Mh4XBVbxwv4KknmuGCGQlQ7MiD890paQNih9Var6wUl2l7pTPsj-E7FTawCFebpmktpirWzjkslDk8f_sIjMQCExndJ7FTBnvRLnw5sGlQf4NW_WVgv8lcJ7aPBiXSaJ3oRk93IkgIc/s320/DSC06329.JPG" width="293" border="0" /></span></a>together and she even brought me to my very first volunteering at a womens shelter. I can say that it was one I won't forget. You never understand what people go through, unless you listen to their stories and look around and realize where you are in life. You really do take things for granted until you're faced with how other people live, eat and sleep. I can honestly say a little part of me has changed from just spending some time there. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBKIGAU0szeiNinN95YEy8JGfdQQ5B0UhmA69RX4vkNntd6U2DIxVhX85Wg7Bf9dUelDtNd0gF-cWm2Vzy5GjOcmmMBVCPztwcNCMEQ_eYWpCJ1hYS116pVLCLI6tJ9OJ2Jyv6lDDB7a9i/s1600-h/DSC06292.JPG"><span style="font-size:180%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243738274217809634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="193" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBKIGAU0szeiNinN95YEy8JGfdQQ5B0UhmA69RX4vkNntd6U2DIxVhX85Wg7Bf9dUelDtNd0gF-cWm2Vzy5GjOcmmMBVCPztwcNCMEQ_eYWpCJ1hYS116pVLCLI6tJ9OJ2Jyv6lDDB7a9i/s320/DSC06292.JPG" width="253" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:180%;">We went out to downtown Columbus and shopped around with his best friend and his wife. They are by far the cutest couple and her belly was a growing part to that family. She's 8 months pregnant and it was so cute to see that again..oh how I miss it! </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYxNv1NLy1QuiGMHCR-cq6Y4lVL3qps43aEu55jM0eqH1QKFQgtY16a6wYvUhFrlTrSz7B7A4xAC0Xg8g6CInzhBRvnHLPvtCQOaqprhO5VPVY2_TqPcLwaR5wrhCdZTLQhwzpE8ZtIDHe/s1600-h/DSC06293.JPG"><span style="font-size:180%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243738276507717906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="175" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYxNv1NLy1QuiGMHCR-cq6Y4lVL3qps43aEu55jM0eqH1QKFQgtY16a6wYvUhFrlTrSz7B7A4xAC0Xg8g6CInzhBRvnHLPvtCQOaqprhO5VPVY2_TqPcLwaR5wrhCdZTLQhwzpE8ZtIDHe/s320/DSC06293.JPG" width="240" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:180%;">(Just not ready again yet..that's a whole other story on its own!) We went to the Melting Pot and stuffed out faces! There shopping there is amazing by the way, it's like a city of just shops and restaurants, it's so awesome! I love it there. </span></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div><br /> </div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">After spending a week there, we packed up and headed out in his convertible Eclipse. Here we come, FL or bust! And let me tell you..it almost was a bust! We left at 8am for our 18 hour drive. Everything was going good..we were barely in West Virginia before we had our first stop, Mickey D's..no Starbucks around in this hick town! I needed my coffee fix if I was going to survive this! It was probably every 2 hours that we stopped cause of my damn bladder with all the drinks I had. Oh well, I had to go! We made it to South Carolina when we ate at Hooters..and it was actually my idea! What can I say, I've got love for those Hooter girls! Haha. In all actuality for us leaving when a storm was going through Fl, things were going pretty fast. We hit the state line at about midnight, so we were pretty good on time with all the stops we made. So, we're literally 2 hours from my house and I was driving, when his car started making a weird noise and it didn't help that we were almost out of gas! I pulled over and of course he woke up to hearing his car making this funky sound and we both started to get worried. We barely made it to the gas station, but we did. It turns out it was his pulley and it just decided to come off..oh great! I tried to say we should stay the night there and get it fixed in the morning, but no he's a hard head and wanted to get home. So, we trekked on...minus one pulley! We made it 40 more miles when his car started giving out, slowly dying. GREEEAT! Here we are on the side of the road at 3am. $300 and a coked up tow truck driver later..we made it home by 5:30, three hours shy of being on the road for a 24 hour period. Groggy eyed we got into the house and crashed, finally. Crazy day!</span></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">That same day/night we had to go to my aunt and uncles <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj17VA4ohVi_St3Ch96zNeW0ZPcnUHM9CVH6C8hG_FWSYs2Dk2eCP9QU5tB2DRZtS1_MmGJczEMVOrf62bq_y0jC-hkjhC6Tr7xgXZFS1TIMzXEhtEiSHRfM0WuD6A-VYl840tifpvXuEmK/s1600-h/DSC06374.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243740614944898050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="173" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj17VA4ohVi_St3Ch96zNeW0ZPcnUHM9CVH6C8hG_FWSYs2Dk2eCP9QU5tB2DRZtS1_MmGJczEMVOrf62bq_y0jC-hkjhC6Tr7xgXZFS1TIMzXEhtEiSHRfM0WuD6A-VYl840tifpvXuEmK/s320/DSC06374.JPG" width="252" border="0" /></a>anniversary party, so we ended up sleeping almost the whole day. We had to drive to Ft. Lauderdale for the party..yuck, more driving, but we got there. It was good, because C got to meet my family and got along so well with all of them. We had a blast!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibD1H5ATY7d-XINKRikmppNf9j0hy7AeYSV_kTCu7OY8KfhOc9jjKSzA7ipYBlSYRE_PFODtQOKmt-r75nFASxfx4FSmfoHUoFZ2bxb2ve4VxrEbwWVH_IdFZIH1RVyPnzscGC75WdrODk/s1600-h/DSC06420.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbeU38icnAUsde9v4DPrBcrKKrIescoL0jbsQKo7gMsvjG-tgUD7kTE77scwBusZG4wmu1s8rzMEF8MpXKxaonJSPjr2dHjF873ILs7fuBNG54yNkgTzyqvIHqLr7XIa_vMDcXEQXLVecS/s1600-h/myloveandme.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243743186590620434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="199" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbeU38icnAUsde9v4DPrBcrKKrIescoL0jbsQKo7gMsvjG-tgUD7kTE77scwBusZG4wmu1s8rzMEF8MpXKxaonJSPjr2dHjF873ILs7fuBNG54yNkgTzyqvIHqLr7XIa_vMDcXEQXLVecS/s320/myloveandme.jpg" width="273" border="0" /></a>Back to Fort Pierce and the calls start coming in from all my friends. They want to meet my "perfect army guy" as everyone <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnLH1aAJwq0gcrO3PY5lHTrXpSPSa41slxPih2mscgIYulcYrSr1u_F1NRrkFgtBpztqDg7-mWRRFcuW0QYwymCwKXz98k-R8A3guw05TWytJw6xCz1cK2e1TcwQJQCeeextJ40wktybfu/s1600-h/DSC06568.JPG"></a>calls him cause I'm always talking about him. :) What can I say? He is! The whole time he was here we spent with plenty of friends around, <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh-cTqH3YjObP-C5WB17hOuap2alkiHS8yjp5bhqo_j1f8HUOwI1_NVp6thQY7oGFpOAbRzPbgg4TNGTaSNxynjfjz0YcOiaB-cLbNEPH83EYmzqAkEhngoMmc6wvZH8QAn4TIk56lbczD/s1600-h/DSC06420.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243743200601451922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" height="266" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh-cTqH3YjObP-C5WB17hOuap2alkiHS8yjp5bhqo_j1f8HUOwI1_NVp6thQY7oGFpOAbRzPbgg4TNGTaSNxynjfjz0YcOiaB-cLbNEPH83EYmzqAkEhngoMmc6wvZH8QAn4TIk56lbczD/s320/DSC06420.JPG" width="241" border="0" /></a>I'm sure he knew he was loved. He was lucky to be here on his birthday, I've never seen somebody smile so much in one day..he definitely knew he was loved on that day! I'm pretty sure he won't forget that one. ;) I wanted to make C's leave amazing as I could be and I hope it was. I just can't wait till the day I see you again. Just 3 months babe!</span></div><div><br /><br /></div>Jamsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15659739025543260183noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1474494163861484115.post-38963921098666461972008-09-06T23:05:00.002-04:002008-10-15T02:21:46.020-04:00Meeting You <3<div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Well, I'm now considered part of this crazy army life. I'm totally in love and it's with yes, a soldier. And I wouldn't have it any other way. </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>We literally "met" only a short month ago, when he came home on leave. Yes, seriously only a month ago. However we have been pen pals for 10 months. I'm not ashamed to say that I've joined the banwagon of people that have met their special someone online. First off, I've been sending random soldier's care packages for a while now. Most of them write me a little something back to say how much they are appreciated. But honestly, how can I not? So, while I did this I came across this one site with webcams (sounds kinky, but it really isn't!) where you can talk to people and see them at the same time! I was in the chat for like the 2nd week and saw him. He was in his uniform and had his buddy sitting next to him. Ofcourse I was intrigued to talk to him. Just a casual "hey, how are you" kinda thing. It turns out he was actually in Iraq and had only been there for 2 months, so he had a ways to go. We talked for quite some time that first night and things just clicked. He was so funny and I couldn't stop smiling. At that point, I just knew I had to keep talking to him, even just as a friend. I remember the very first time I heard his voice. It was 4am and my mom answered the phone. She came rushing into my room telling me it was him. I thought I knew what butterflies were until that moment. We got to talk for about 20 mins, but it was so worth every second. We talked what seemed like at least once a day, whether it was phone or online. I found myself very lucky because I know they don't get that very often. About 2 weeks later, I went on vacation and sent C his first care package. I didn't hear from him my whole time on vacation and I got extremely worried, but at the same time I thought that maybe he had just moved on and we had our thing. Well, I get home and about a week later I get a call from him. He had been in the hospital because him and his guys had gone over a landmine. Damn, did I feel like a douche. He hadn't forgotten me at all. From then on, we left each other little messages here and there and talked on the phone any time he could call. Valentine's Day came and he sent me the most amazing beautiful flowers, tulips, my favorite! I continued to send him packages, usually every 3 weeks. Months passed as we grew closer and closer, so did our connection. My birthday rolled around in May and he sent me a beautiful necklace with two hearts connecting with our birthstones and our names engraved around it. I think at that moment when I opened the box, I felt could this be something real and could I be falling for a guy when I haven't even met him? My heart knew..and I knew. Summer went by pretty fast, and August was approaching. We had said early on that we wanted to meet each other, but I never thought it would happen until I started feeling so strongly for him. But yes, it was going to happen. First he wanted to come straight here, but I talked him into going home to his family..that was very important! We planned that I would fly up to him in Ohio and then we'd drive down here so he could meet my family and most importantly, my daughter. She's my world and if a guy wants to even think about being with me, he has to accept her. So, August 14th was around the corner...I counted down the days. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 day left. It was here! Going to the airport was so surreal. I didn't even realize what I was doing until the plane was in the air. I was going to meet this amazing guy that I had fallen for. When I was finally in Ohio, I felt like these past months were all coming together. Something I had never planned or thought would EVER happen to me was happening. I took me a while to find him cause he was waiting outside, but when I did..it was just like OH MY GOODNESS..talk about butterflies! Honestly, words can't express how amazingly great it was to see him and run into his arms and give him a huge kiss...FINALLY!</strong> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div>Jamsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15659739025543260183noreply@blogger.com1