tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36278312628123118032024-02-18T18:54:01.437-08:00SailorWifeySailorWifeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03851569619848547962noreply@blogger.comBlogger191125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3627831262812311803.post-59522698039139171562010-10-17T09:02:00.000-07:002010-10-17T09:02:10.825-07:00Where are you guys?<div style="text-align: center;">This is just a little reminder that I've officially swtiched to wordpress for good. </div><div style="text-align: center;">You can find me at <a href="http://www.sailorwifey.com/">http://www.sailorwifey.com/</a></div><br />
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<img align="left" src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd23/digiscrapper219/Designer%20Blogs/Brittany%20Bacon/sig.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" />SailorWifeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03851569619848547962noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3627831262812311803.post-67245275098516889002010-10-06T23:40:00.000-07:002010-10-06T23:46:37.366-07:00And the winner is...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">K*Rock - </span><span style="font-size: small;">you will be recieving an email shortly</span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-RdEeV88sK2uS28CmLxw2YM7uDQRDkt881TD09Ch80B43z81liaPNPwnqWUMMQWc306kHpWNEwyL8uuAXuBO_fhuCi3L77X8Nlk3FLoiDz2atnfvS37gP_Jt3Fl_yo73quApEVrnB4H4/s1600/uprinting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="420" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-RdEeV88sK2uS28CmLxw2YM7uDQRDkt881TD09Ch80B43z81liaPNPwnqWUMMQWc306kHpWNEwyL8uuAXuBO_fhuCi3L77X8Nlk3FLoiDz2atnfvS37gP_Jt3Fl_yo73quApEVrnB4H4/s640/uprinting.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Congrats!!!!<br />
Make sure you take a pic of your business cards when you recieve them :)</div><br />
<img align="left" src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd23/digiscrapper219/Designer%20Blogs/Brittany%20Bacon/sig.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" />SailorWifeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03851569619848547962noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3627831262812311803.post-56430167686647817772010-09-30T00:00:00.001-07:002010-09-29T23:01:14.255-07:00He's Just Not That Into You<center><a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Mama's Losin' It" src="http://i913.photobucket.com/albums/ac331/mamakatslosinit/poodle4.jpg" /></a></center><br />
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It's time for Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop. This weeks prompts are:<br />
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1.) Describe the worst diet you ever put yourself on.<br />
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2.) But teachers know everything!! Write about a time a teacher disappointed you.<br />
3.) …And then you panicked.<br />
4.) Signs that your little one is just not that into you anymore.<br />
5.) 10 reasons why you’re glad it’s Fall.<br />
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Signs your boy's are just NOT that into you...<br />
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<ol><li>Eye Rolling - these days they start pretty young with the eye rolling. My hubby wouldn't believe me when I would say Jaidon rolled his eyes at me.</li>
<li>Denies Affection - you just want a hug and a kiss and he's just wants you to GET AWAY!</li>
<li>Ignores you - So you really believe that he didn't hear you from the other room as you were calling his name from the top of your lungs.</li>
<li>You're not ALLOWED to walk him to or from school - Last year when David told me he didn't need me to pick him up from school anymore I was heartbroken. I would secretly watch from my door until he got close and then chill like I wasn't worried about him at all. </li>
<li>He doesn't want to hold your hand anymore.</li>
</ol>I thought I could go to ten, but that's honestly all I've got. I'm sure in a few years I'll manage to get to ten with no problem and I'm sooo NOT looking forawrd to those days!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Don't forget to enter my <a href="http://mrsbreeakasailorwifey.blogspot.com/2010/09/business-card-giveaway.html">giveaway</a>!</div><br />
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As sad, lonely, and depressed as I was a year ago I really look forward to these posts. The only reason I know exactly what happened a year ago is because I'm able to go back and read what I emailed my hubby while he was on deployment. <br />
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A year ago today while my hubby was gone I was having a sleep over. Kids and mommies everywhere. I wish I had pictures of the evening but I don't. I just remember half of us had homework to do and we'd all crash out in my living room. Only one other mother had a school age child and her daughter and Jaidon were in Pre-K together and they didn't go to school until noon so it just all worked out. I would get up and get David off to school and go back to sleep. I'm grateful for those days. They really helped me cope. <br />
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Any other milspouses have sleepover while hubby's deployed?<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Check out <a href="http://frompdxwithlove.com/"><span style="color: #176e38;">From PDX with Love</span></a>, <a href="http://mommyonlyhastwohands.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: #176e38;">Mommy Only Has Two Hands</span></a>, and <a href="http://wyattfamilyfarm.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: #176e38;">Wyatt Family Farm </span></a>and share what you were doing a year ago today.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't forget to enter my <a href="http://mrsbreeakasailorwifey.blogspot.com/2010/09/business-card-giveaway.html">giveaway</a>!</div><img align="left" src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd23/digiscrapper219/Designer%20Blogs/Brittany%20Bacon/sig.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" />SailorWifeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03851569619848547962noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3627831262812311803.post-55017784501458065652010-09-29T12:21:00.000-07:002010-09-29T12:22:21.588-07:00Wordless Wednesday: Weekend Recap.This weekend a good friend of mine kidnapped me Saturday for some much needed girl time. I had a blast!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Trying on sunglasses at Lane Bryant:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now clothes:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I love the top, but think it would be better suited with leggings. Yes my thick grown behind wear leggings and I love them. I just think they should be paried with a long shirt or short dress.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Loving the flower detail on the purse.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Lunch at Bravo Farms was superb. I had a bbq salmon salad w/ spicy french dressing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div align="center">She had a grilled chicken sandwhich on herb focaccia bread w/ sea salt potato chips.</div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7elzZIuR3YO7X-4L59TqwvITtmosiaRBrfYSRq2W-tzI2ljSuImzqzzb09_yKdlINghI7QPOG6G926MPtEkqk37fJBDMWTPpXSqFRf4Yb2N40PKqYKrK8W-rteeKm1OIoBav2RBboWhw/s1600/DSC04220.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7elzZIuR3YO7X-4L59TqwvITtmosiaRBrfYSRq2W-tzI2ljSuImzqzzb09_yKdlINghI7QPOG6G926MPtEkqk37fJBDMWTPpXSqFRf4Yb2N40PKqYKrK8W-rteeKm1OIoBav2RBboWhw/s320/DSC04220.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We added lemons and strawberries to our water so it wasn't so boring.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">E being silly in Claires:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Trying on pretty awesome aprons:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">so me:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">totally something E would say to me...big meanie!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">A message to her future hubby</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sushi at <a href="http://www.akamaru-sushi.com/">Akamaru</a> (FIVE STARS) for dinner: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We ate two plates before we realized we forgot to take pics. Yeah I'm greedy!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is the hottest stuff I've ever had in life. NEVER AGAIN</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">OMG Roll (should be called WTF...just sayin)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">A spicy tuna roll topped with salmon, yellowtail and jalapeno. Spiked with Sano's spicy sauce and smelt eggs.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div></div>So I had NO idea that bloggers had business cards until recently. Considering the fact that I really, <em>really</em>, <strong>REALLY</strong> want to go to the <a href="http://www.thesitsgirls.com/bbc-tour-schedule/2011-schedule-bloggy-boot-camp/san-diego/">BLOGGY BOOT CAMP</a> in March I'm thinking I'm going to be needing some. Lucky for 1 of you I'm sharing the wealth.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Disclaimer</em>: <em> I will be receiving 250 Die Cut Business Cards free of charge from </em></span><a href="http://uprinting.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span style="color: #4779ac; font-size: x-small;"><em>UPrinting.com</em></span></a><em><span style="font-size: x-small;"> for hosting this giveaway.</span></em></div>SailorWifeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03851569619848547962noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3627831262812311803.post-43864892076960070192010-09-22T23:54:00.000-07:002010-09-22T23:54:57.612-07:00A Year Ago Today...<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mommyonlyhastwohands.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Thursday Blog Hops" border="0" src="http://frompdxwithlove.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/todayyrago-tbh.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<strong>I took the worst cooking class ever!</strong> I needed to get out the house since I was depressed about the miscarriage I had just 12 days earlier so <a href="http://mzzartavia.blogspot.com/">Mrs. JPT</a> and I went to an on base cooking class. That day the class was centered around crock pot cooking and well it was just BAD, lol. Nonetheless I had fun (gossiping about those who asked the craziest cooking questions we had ever heard) with my bff at the time until it was time for me to come back home and face reality. I must admit I miss our fun times <a href="http://mzzartavia.blogspot.com/">Mrs. JPT</a>...we must hang like old times very soon.<br />
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</div><em>4.) Your pets least likable character trait.</em><br />
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<em>5.) 10 Reasons why you love your job.</em><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">This week's prompts were hard for me to choose from.. I've had my share of tragedies, but I'm an emotional person so I'm expected to be deeply affected by just about anything. Asking a person whose been depressed almost their entire life to pick out one single day they weren't sure they'd get through is ludicrous. Listening to my Mom...eh. My pets least likable character trait?? With the exception of my family I probably like my cats more than humans. So, let's go with 10 reasons I love my job (in no particular order):</div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">1. I wake up on the job...no need to get dressed and run around the house like a chicken with my head cut off rushing to get the kids to school and then get myself off to work while knowing that I've completely forgotten something and will kick myself for it later. I'm already at work.</div><br />
2. I can take breaks whenever I want and for however long I want. No 30 min - 1 hr lunch with one or two 15 min breaks. I can stop whatever I'm doing to take a nap with my hubby, watch a movie with him, hug and kiss on my boys, or do nothing at all.<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">3. I'm my own boss. Although occasionally I let my hubby or the boys think they're the boss so they can feel special.</div><br />
4. I never have to worry about my pay or vacation time getting screwed up because it's nonexistent. Well not in cash at least. I get all the love I can get unless someone is mad at me.<br />
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5. No deadlines...no one can tell me when MY project is to be completed. This probably could have went along with #2, but since I'm the boss...<br />
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6. I get as much overtime as I want, but is that really a good reason considering I don't get paid in the first place??? I do enjoy waiting up for my hubby to come home though. Snuggling is pay enough for me.<br />
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7. I have the best coworkers. I'm always around my family and I get to hand pick anyone I'm around outside of that. No Mr. Sexual Harassment, Bitter Betty, Suck up (<em>or it</em>) Sue...you get my point. <br />
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8. I'm <strong>NEVER</strong> bored...okay sometimes I am, but it's usually because I don't want to do whatever is on my list of things to do.<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">9. It's rewarding. When I [<em>actually</em>] clean my house top to bottom I feel good. I love cooking for my men and they love my cooking. I'm always available for my family and [<em>needy</em>] friends. I really do LOVE what I do.</div><br />
10. I get to socialize with you guys <strong>ALL</strong> day! <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">OK so that was probably the worst list ever, but I tried. Hopefully some of you laughed, if not <s>I don't really care</s> I tried. Head over to <a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/">Mama Kat's</a> and check out writing prompts from people who took this week a bit more serious than me. Have a great day! ♥ </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Funny Story...I was attempting to frost the cupcakes really cute and broke the bag I was using to pipe the frosting on the second cupcake. If y'all knew how many things I've broken in the kitchen due to being heavy handed lol.</div><br />
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Today on the 148th anniversary of the Emancipation Proclamation, African American writers throughout the blogosphere have united together to address the rising amount of unplanned pregnancies within our community.<br />
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Do you know how many children are born out of wedlock to the African-American community? How many African-American children, on a daily basis, hear their parents being referred to as a “baby mama” or a “baby daddy”, instead of mothers and fathers? Presently, 72% of the children in African-American communities contend with these contradictions; yet, we continue to scratch our heads and wonder what has happened to our communities, better yet, our children. Tell me why our children aren’t living up to their full potential, perhaps because their parents are not. Should we be surprised that by age 15 a large percentage of girls have lost their virginity and are often pregnant by ages 16, 17, and 18; usually with teenage boys and men they hardly know. Typically, these teen fathers or men have no desire to stick around and cultivate the seed they so willingly planted. Imagine if 72% signified the number of strong families in our community today. What would our children be like if our communities were once again headed by strong black families? What would our nation be like if our community had more Obamas and Smiths? Families that contradict the negative depiction portrayed by the embarrassing NFL football player with 8 kids by 6 different mothers who recently made the news for not being able to recall all of their names. By creating standards like No Wedding, No Womb we can create more dual parent households in our community and give our children a fighting chance to function and strive in the world today.<br />
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Some will argue that not all marriages are beneficial to children. I agree and with that being said I’d like to add that there are exceptions to every rule. Take my childhood for instance. I am the survivor of an abusive household. My mother had me out of wedlock and got married to my [step] father when I was two. My father was abusive in every aspect of the word and many of my childhood memories are centered on him physically harming and demeaning my mother. It wasn’t until I was 14 that I learned about the biology of my existence. That news changed my life completely. Now I wasn’t just an abused child, but I no longer fit in. That summer I met my biological father who really had no desire to build a relationship with me, but met with me to appease the rest of his family. As soon as he got wind of the dysfunction of both the family I was growing up with and the dysfunction I had within myself he disappeared leaving me with my [step] father who although raised me is one of the cruelest men I have ever met. My parents put up with each other so that their children would always have the benefits of a two parent household. The negativity that I was exposed to as a result of their marriage, an ideal two parent household concept, outweighed any impact that their divorce could have caused. Due to the abuse and dysfunction in my two parent home, I began running away from home at the age of 15. Consequently, I also lost my virginity at 15. My father (who wouldn’t even allow me to take sex education in school) accused me of being a whore instead of recognizing that the recent changes in my behavior was my way of rebelling against all the craziness I had endured at his hands. I decided if I was going to be constantly accused of having sex then I might as well have sex. I was yearning for love and acceptance and sex filled that void for a while. By age 16 I had moved to Syracuse, New York in an attempt to truly escape. I got a job and my GED and thought I was on the right track until I found out I was pregnant a few months after I turned 17. I was about to have a child with a man I had no desire to be with and who eventually left me and our child high and dry by the time I was 6 months pregnant. Sadly, I had become a statistic; not yet realizing the strength, courage, and love that my child would evoke in me pushing me to be a better woman, mother and person. I feel that in order for a dual parent household to have a positive impact on a child there must be a positive theme. A healthy relationship, strong morals, values and most importantly love. My upbringing is an example of an exception it is most certainly not the rule. <br />
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My husband and I were married a little over a year ago; however, prior to marriage we were simply two parents with an on again off again relationship. Our wedding wasn’t ideal in any sense of the word, considering we got married spur of the moment on the very day he finalized his divorce with someone else. Despite, the unorthodox way we were united it has truly turned out to be a blessing. Our marriage hasn’t been easy, but what marriage is? Although, it has been more work than either of us anticipated and until recently neither one of us thought we could beat the odds, we are making it work. Once we realized the positive impact our marriage could have on our children we began to change. Part of my transformation was becoming a better woman, wife and mother for my children. I decided to become a better role model than what I had. I want my children to be able to foster positive relationships with people and I know they learn what real love is from us. That simple realization became my motivation to make the changes needed in my relationship with my husband. First, I had to realize that love isn’t magic, it’s a decision; and we had to decide whether we wanted love or war. I stopped ridiculing my husband for everything I felt he was doing wrong and started paying attention and praising him for all the things that he was doing right. We’ve laid our issues out on the table to discuss and resolve everything so we can make things right between us, because ultimately we are the only ones who can fix them. Once I started changing, so did our family’s dynamic. It’s truly amazing how much power one person can have on an entire household. Ladies, we have more power than we give ourselves credit for. I am now learning the importance of traditional roles in a family. As strong Black Women, no matter how much we try, we simply have to stop choosing to raise our children alone. Instead, we need to start grasping the power of a husband/father’s role in the familial unit. My boys were extremely sheltered up until recently, but now that I’ve let go and allowed my husband to step in, my boys are starting to learn lessons I never could have taught them. I’m not saying that raising a son alone can’t be done; however, I’ve realized that although I can teach them to be good and responsible, there is no way I can teach them how to be a man. They need their father to do that. Together, my husband and I are learning to love and guide our children in a way we never knew was possible and it may never have been possible if we hadn’t learned to truly be loving, respectful and understanding towards one another. <br />
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I don’t have all the answers regarding how we should fix our community, considering I’ve only recently begun working on myself. I do know that we, as a community, need to take a hard look at ourselves and the fruit we are bearing. Simply providing a stable family unit within our children lives has a major impact on their future and that requires more than the latest video game console, sneakers and/or the latest tech gadget. Changing our culture in regards to having children won’t fix everything that’s wrong with our community today, but it is a start and we have to start somewhere. If we can fix our families then maybe we can pull our families together and fix our community. Then we’ll all have something to be proud of. Wouldn’t you like to be proud of our community again? I would.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Phantom flutters, imaginary cravings, total poas (PeeOnAStick) addict (even though I KNOW I have the Mirena)...what's wrong with me???</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yep you guessed it! Baby Fever at it's best (or worst if you ask my hubby).</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm married and finally at the age when one is considered old enough to even think about having kids and wouldn't you know my hubby has abruptly decided to start thinking with his '<em>other</em>' head...go figure! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>*rolls eyes*</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Isn't it ironic how when I was young, dumb, and full of...oops my bad wrong site. Isn't it ironic how in my younger years (<em>like it was SO long ago</em>) when I wasn't mature at all (but I really <strong>REALLY</strong> thought I was) I got pregnant from sitting next to a boy (ok not really like that, but you know what I mean) and now that I'm ready <strong>REALLY</strong> ready to actually plan a pregnancy and ttc...I have to <strong>WAIT</strong>?!?!?! All while every other wife on base is sporting that latest fashion...the baby bump.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Ahhh the joys of married life, sea duty, and being a responsible human being. </strong>I guess I'll just live vicariously through every other spouse on base since every other wife I know is pregnant.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">~end of rant~</div><br />
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<img align="left" src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd23/digiscrapper219/Designer%20Blogs/Brittany%20Bacon/sig.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" />SailorWifeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03851569619848547962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3627831262812311803.post-45364301101877991332010-09-18T00:16:00.000-07:002010-09-18T00:16:11.999-07:00Bare with me y'all...I know I've pretty much let my blog die recently, but I'm asking those of you that are still around to please stay as I revamp my blog. I'm in the process of refocusing the objective of my blog. I started this blog as an outlet and it has evolved into a million different things along the way with no direct purpose. I'd now like for the primary focus to be centered around my life as a navy wife. This will still include my occasional ramblings about nothing important, but at least I will have a goal and some direction. I also plan to bring back my giveaways so please, please, please stay tuned. Thanks and I love y'all!<br />
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<strong>1. How do you spend your deployment money, do you save, pay off bills or enjoy the extra money while it is there to buy the things you do not normally have? (from <a href="http://trooppetrie.blogspot.com/">Troop Petrie</a>)</strong><br />
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I'm not in a position to properly answer this question yet. My husband deployed just two weeks after we arrived to our very first duty station (last July) so as an E-1 (at the time) even with the extra deployment pay we were barely making it. Hopefully when he is deployed next year we will be able to save.<br />
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<strong>2. If you could relive one occasion or moment, what would it be? (from <a href="http://currentlyonland.blogspot.com/">Currently On Land</a>)</strong><br />
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This is a really thought provoking question for me. I'd like to see my Papa again. Any moment where he was around would be amazing.<br />
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<strong>3. What’s the worst job you ever had and if it was so bad why did you take it? (from <a href="http://faithanddeploying.blogspot.com/">Faith and Deploying</a>)</strong><br />
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I'd have to say working as a telemarketer for AT&T. I just had my oldest 3 months prior and me and my fiance at the time were saving for our apartment so I took the first available job. I worked during the day so a majority of my calls went to senior citizens on fixed income. The long distance plans were really high so the people who were selling a lot were lying and that wasn't something I was comfortable with. I didn't sell a single plan and was fired for that reason after 6 months. <br />
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<strong>4. If you could play any character on TV, who would you be? (from <a href="http://thoughtsfrompoekitten.blogspot.com/">Many Waters</a>)</strong><br />
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Sookie Stackhouse (True Blood)...Bill & Eric...mmm mmm mmm<br />
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<strong>5. If you could become the world’s expert in something, what would it be? (from <a href="http://armyoftwodc.blogspot.com/">Army of Two</a>)</strong><br />
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Hmmm. Can I just be the world's know-it-all? I just love being right, lol.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">As parents we have hopes and dreams for our children. Pushing them to be all we know they can be, but we can't protect them from themselves. We are all born with the ability to make choices. Some decisions will always be better than others, but we must always live with the consequences of our actions. I don't believe in mistakes. Every single move we make leads to another one and we learn.</div><br />
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I've learned I'm a bit more over protective than I ever thought I'd be. Not because my kids aren't awesome and bright, but because I'm just not ready for the big boo boos. It's easy to kiss an owie on a physical fall, but I'm not ready for my children to do the silly obnoxious things I did as a child. For the most part I was a good kid, but I rebelled hard when I turned 14. That was an awful year for me. My grandfather died and I learned that the man who had been raising me as long as I could remember (and was also physically abusive, but that's another story) wasn't biologically my father. I also met my sperm donor. I call him that because he has still yet to attempt to be some sort of fatherly figure to me and I'm still bitter about it. Anyhow, I started running away and even moved to New York at sixteen (yes you read that correctly, sixteen). There was nothing my parents could do. I was determined to make the decisions I wanted to make. <br />
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One of my besties is going through a tough time right now. Her son was arrested for a pretty bad crime yesterday. I love this child with all my heart. He's a product of his mother. Has a hard shell and a sarcastic mouth, but once you get to the core they just melt. Sweetest people ever. As cliche as it may be "whatever doesn't kill you, makes you stronger." I'm living proof of that. I pray that this will make them both stronger. He can get through this a better person and I'm speaking it into existence that he will. I love yall. Always!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Don't forget about the wonderful giveaway going on. <a href="http://www.standardsofexcellence.com/">Standards of Excellence</a>, <a href="http://westar-sw.com/">Westar Kitchen and Bath</a>, and <a href="http://floridabuilderappliances.com/">Florida Builder Appliances</a> are giving away Thelma & Louise (pictured below).</div><br />
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</div>Being this story is from LA, let me begin by saying I'm not at all shocked or appalled. I'm more so irritated. Today is Oct 16, 2009. Slavery was abolished 144 years ago. Segregation ended 39 years ago and hello, Obama was inagurated as the 1st African American president on Jan 20th of this year. Somehow or another a few people minds are still stuck in the past. We aren't mutants (although I'd totally be on the civil rights train for them too if they existed - Did I mention Xmen are hot?). All of our bloods flows the same and we all die at some point. Who came up with the concept that one ethnicity is better than the other?<br />
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So on to the latest news that influenced this blog. A JoP in Tangipahoa Parish, La decided to deny a marriage license to an interracial couple, claiming to be concerned for their future children. I'm pretty sure he doesn't have that right and I'm pretty sure their future children will come out just fine. As far as we have come, racism is still prevalant. Now of course he denies being racist because he has plenty of black friends, but I've heard that line before. Let it be known that if you can clearly state how many ethnicities are in your circle of friend without pausing to count and think that is not normal...lol. <br />
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Read the store <a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20091016/ap_on_re_us/us_interracial_rebuff">here.</a><br />
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My question is what do we do next? Often times we read these stories and are heated for a moment or two and then move on as though nothing has happened. We all have a geographical and moral obligation to do something about the negativity in OUR country. This country has so much good, but there is so much that still needs work. This is not simply the governments job...that's half the reason we're in this mess.<br />
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Just want to give a shoutout to my brother and sister in law. Not only are they a bomb ass married interracial couple, but they are both serving our country in the Army over in Iraq. I love Yall!!!!!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The very first post I ever wrote was titled "And so it begins..." and was published June 23, 2009:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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My husband (Kari) and I got married 5.18.09. We are the parents of 2 boys: David-6 and Jaidon-3. We're currently ttc our third and I'm in the process of convincing him to have a fourth later on...I don't like odd numbers.<br />
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Kari joined the Navy last year to provide our family with a better life. I appreciate everything he has done, but I miss him so much. He's been away from home since Nov of last year and I'm lucky if I see him a couple times a month. We will move to our first duty station next month, but then he will be off to deployment...bleh.<br />
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For those who like to stalk charts...my FF <a href="http://www.fertilityfriend.com/home/bbacon">chart</a> :)<br />
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I appreciate the simplicity, but looking back at my post I think inserting a few pictures or at least a picture of myself would've been nice.<br />
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First I would like to apologise for the lack of posting recently. I need to get a blogging routine going again. I'm not really sure how often I'd like to post now that I actually have a real life in addition to Mommy Duty and playing wife whenever my hubby is home.<br />
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Please head over to <a href="http://wifeofasailor.com/">Wife of A Sailor</a> to link up.<br />
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1. What secret indulgence do you act on while your spouse is away? (from <a href="http://devildogdarling.blogspot.com/">Devil Dog Darling</a>) <br />
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I'm honestly exactly the same. The only difference is he is temporarily "replaced." I can't stand being alone (meaning there is another adult around) so one of my friends is usually spending the night frequently while he is away. So I get a lot more girl time while he is away.<br />
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2. If you were a spice, what would you be? (from <a href="http://newgirlonpost.blogspot.com/">New Girl On Post</a>)<br />
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Awesome Question!!! Vanilla - I'm a fragrant aphrodisiac.<br />
3. Where do you go for support when your significant other is deployed? (from <a href="http://texasmeetswashington.blogspot.com/">Texas Meets Washington</a>) <br />
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Friends both online and IRL<br />
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4. What is the oldest thing you own? (from <a href="http://atroopsgirl.blogspot.com/">A Troop's Girl</a>) <br />
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I'm a bit of a hoarder so that's a hard one. I'm going to go with my favorite pair of shorts. They're grey sweat shorts that say SPOILED across the butt and I've had them since I was like 16/17.<br />
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5. How did you vision your future pre-military? (from <a href="http://daddysduty.blogspot.com/">Daddy's Duty</a>) <br />
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I'm one of those people whose vision changes every five minutes so I don't really have a good answer. I can say that I didn't envision still feeling like a single mom at times even though I'm married.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>5 years ago today my baby boy was born. Since I am a member of <a href="http://www.justmommies.com/">Justmommies</a> my birth story is posted on the web. I've never went back and read it until today and I thought it would be cool to share.<br />
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Another member wrote this part while I was in the hospital:<br />
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<i>She arrived at the hosptial last night around 9pm. She was having painful contractions so they gave her medication to relax her and let her sleep thru the night. Around 9am they broke her water and started her on pitocin. She began to contract harder and around 130pm the nurses told her to begin pushing but Jaidon came down alot faster than they thought he would and he was ready to come out before the dr arrived. Since the dr has to be present the nurses did not allow her to keep pushing and were actually holding him in. By the time the dr arrived Jaidon's umbilical cord had wrapped around his neck twice. He was born at 1:57 pm. He weighed 6lbs 5.7oz and measured 17in long. She pushed for a total of 8 minutes. Since his cord was wrapped around his neck, he was unable to breathe on his own and was immediatly taken to NICU. He began to breathe about 3 minutes after birth. He is still in NICU and Brittany hasnt gotten to hold him yet but he is expected to be ok. She says hi to everyone and she will be back on Thursday. </i><br />
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<i>Monday evening I started having contraction 2-3 minutes apart around 7 in the evening. I got to L&D at around 9 pm...they decided to give me some pain medicine for the contractions and some sleep medicine to let me rest. Tuesday morning they checked me and I was 3 cm dilated so the Dr. broke my water and they started me on pitocin. Very soon after that I was in pain and told them to give me my d@mn epidural...<abbr title="Laugh out loud">lol</abbr>. Around 1:30 the Dr checked me and told them I would be ready in 15 minutes. The nurse checked me and decided it was time to start pushing to get Jaidon down the canal...well I gave a few good pushes and they told me to stop pushing. The nurse called the Dr, but Jaidon was finally ready to come out and was waiting for no one. It took the Dr forever to show up and the nurse started pushing Jaidon back in with contractions. When the Dr finally arrived and all the nurse did was move her hand and Jaidon slid on out, but I instantly saw he wasn't okay and started crying. The cord had been wrapped around his neck twice and he wasn't breathing. They had to take him to stabilization to start breathing and then took him to NICU for 6 hours. They did not take me to see him until 5 minutes before they decided it was time for him to go to the regular nursery </i><img alt="" border="0" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.justmommies.com/forums/images/smilies/doghouse.gif" title=":doghouse:" /> .<i> Once I had Jaidon in my room I was fine. I was up and walking 6 hours after delivery (I tried to get up before then, but forgot about my epidural...<abbr title="Laugh out loud">lol</abbr>) I did not tear or need an epsiotomy. Jaidon is breastfeeding and get this...It doesn't hurt one bit...the only thing that hurts is when I get those cramps from the uterus going down, but I am fine. </i><br />
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Two weeks after Jaidon was born he had to go back to NICU for jaundice. He was there one week and then he came home for good. Jaidon is a funny, outspoken, and loving little guy. I can't believe my baby is growing up.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Happy Birthday Jaidon!</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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As you know I'm doing Shanel Cooper-Sykes 30 day <a href="http://stilettosinthekitchen.com/gyit/">Get Your Ish Together</a> challenge. I also ordered her book <a href="http://stilettosinthekitchen.com/"><u>Stilettos in the Kitchen</u></a> and I just recieved it today. Stay tuned for my book review.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Inspired by <a href="http://adayinthelifeofdollface.blogspot.com/">Graffiti </a></div><img align="left" src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd23/digiscrapper219/Designer%20Blogs/Brittany%20Bacon/sig.png" style="border: 0pt none;" />SailorWifeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03851569619848547962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3627831262812311803.post-33540207945623950762010-08-13T10:29:00.000-07:002010-08-13T10:29:56.480-07:00Check out this Giveaway<center> <a href="http://www.sassymahoganywife.com/"> <img src="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z104/danielle982/2010%20Blogs/sassywifechroniclesbutton-1.png" /> </a></center> <br />
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I'm the girl who buys a purse and then wears in until I have no other choice, but to buy a new one. I'm on a mission to change that. A domestic diva needs more options. <a href="http://www.sassymahoganywife.com/">Sassy Wife Chronicles</a> is giving away 1 handbag of your choice from <a href="http://www.facebook.com/SassySatchels">Sassy Satchels</a>. I am totally in love with <a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=185626&id=363682482917">Havana</a> who also comes in grey and pink. The deadline for this giveaway is August 30, 2010.<br />
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