Fun times!

hahah What can I say about this... I'm a freak, and he still loves my guts!

Me and KyKy went swimming, so of course we need to take pictures.
Perfect time for a kissey face
I made these diaper cakes for the family reunion, for all the prego cousins and Jamie. They are still a work in progress, but I wanted to show off how cute they are right now. The monkey one is Colter's (Jamie's baby's).

This one is Gabriella's (Wendy's baby).

And this one is Marcelo's (Angela's baby boy) My personal Favorite!

We took this one in the jeep the day before he left, we went to lunch!

ANd this one!

My sister was taking picture of us to put in a slideshow for an upcoming family reunion.

He's prly thinking "I cannot wait to leave"

Boy do I miss those kisses!~

All the bigger girls in the world, UNITE!

Let me just tell you that with this whole blog thing its really fun to find other ppl that you used to know on here and see what they've been up to. Occasionally you find someone that you don't like all that much but its still fun to snoop and see whats going on in their less than perfect lives.. Well on this one day I find this person's blog page and read a little here and there, and I see this post about some dresses that this person has bought and they were bragging about how cute they are, and let me just say they are very cute. Well this person goes on to mention how while they was ordering them online you can choose the size you want and the dresses come in size 10 and how gross that is, that they should not be made in size 10 and that this person should be consulted if someone did buy them in a size 10. This person also goes on the say that they should not even be made in size 7 because bigger ppl should not wear them...... Well let me just say that since high school I have put on a few pounds and I wear a size 8 dress and because of my bigger chest I have to weaar size 10 sometimes and I was so upset and my feelings were quite hurt. I would never get on my blog and post something like that. This person also mentions in their blog page how they can eat and eat and eat and stay so skinny and they look good. If I were to see this person in a dark alley I would not hesitate to bust up their skinny ass, again. Who in the hell uses a blog to pat themselves on the back and at the same time down grade other ppl for the size they are. I laugh about it a little at the same time because this person is 22, let me say that again 20 freaking 2.

These blog pages are fun to use as a way to keep other ppl posted on your life and whats going on. I guess some ppl like to use them to make other ppl feel like shit about themselves.. I mean Kudos to this person for being skinny and stuffing their damn face minute after minute and still being able to stay skinny and rub it in other ppl's face, but come on now. THINK about what your saying and how other people are going to take it and react to it.. I've wanted to write things on here about somethings but I choose not to because I don't want to offend some of the friends I have that read my blog. So I am making a shout out to all the bigger gals I know and saying BE PROUD. Size 10 is beautiful. Don't be ashamed that they use a little extra fabric to make your clothes (and mine), I mean hey you could be a person who is a size 6 and thinks your so damn great but really your the ugliest person because of how your present yourself to others and make yourself look. SSSSSOOOO HHHHHEEEELLLLL YYYYEEEEAAAHHH TO SIZE 10! WOOT WOOT!

My Knight and my royal key!~

I got this gift from Brett for Christmas and lately I just look at it and smile, so I thought I would share it with everyone so they can enjoy it too. Well and be jealous that I have such an awesome man.

Brett had been asking me for like a month before x-mas what I wanted, but I didn't really want or need anything so he was on his own. Being the thinker that he is he go online and Googled "best gifts for women" or something along those lines. Well he found something that he knew I would just love. Its this wood jewelery box that has a story carved on the front. I cried when I read it, its so awesome. SOOO without further adoo.

(This is what's carved on top)

"There is a legend, born long ago, of a legion of knights who, having been commissioned by their king, were dispatched to the four corners of the world. Their task was to deliver a royal key made of the finest pewter to all that had found true love. The key was said to hold the very essence of true love; for it was a key To The Heart. It has been said that when a knight found someone worthy of this gift they presented a box crafted of the finest wood by the king's own chief artisan. The box was fit for royalty, richly polished and adorned inside with a fine fabric that provided the proper evironment for the king's gift. According to the legend these valiant "kinghts of the heart" still roam the earth to this day. They only stop to bestow this gift when they have found true love.

The legend must be true...for they have found you."

When you open the box inside is a key inside a little velvet bag. It is the cutest thing I have ever seen and the best gift I have ever received from anyone. Not only was it cute but it was thoughtful, which is what means the most to me... AAAHH I have the most romantic man alive. He is always so thoughtful and understanding of my needs and wants.

Military wives!

Tonight I have been sitting here watching reruns of last seasons Army Wives. At the very end of the last show a bunch of wives are standing there sending off their husbands a overseas not knowing when they are going to see them again, all I could do was sit and cry. No one could ever understand how scary and helpless you feel at that moment. Every second is likely to change. You could be eating dinner and your spouse gets a phone and all the sudden dinner is over and they are grabbing their bags to leave. No time to prepare just goodbye.

Everyone can watch the news or tv shows that portray families that go through this, but until you are the one who has to go through it you never really truly understand.

I can remember about 2 week before Brett left the estimated time of departure was Monday May 12 then 3 days later it turned into May 14 and I remember just breathing a sigh of relief because that meant I got more time with Brett, and then all of the sudden on May 7 he went to a meeting and he was leaving May 9th. When he came home from his meeting and told me that he was leaving in 2 days my heart just sank. I felt like my whole world had just been taken from me, I couldn't breathe and I was literally speechless. I was just staring at him in his uniform in a daze. Part of me wanted to cry and the other part of me was just ready for the goodbyes to be over with. After about 10 mins of saying nothing Brett just hugged me and I cried and cried. Part of you feels so angry, because how could the military be so heartless? how can they just expect the families to just accept what is about to happen? I do know why they do it the way they do but it is still not fair. The other part of you is angry at your loved one for being in the military and doing this to you, when you first get with them you know what your getting into but you just think to yourself "eh its not that bad" I'll be ok and besides they won't be deployed with me. HA!

Once you come to terms with the fact that in less than 48 hrs your going to be alone you become absolutely numb. Every hour that passes by seems so slow but at the same time you feel like there's not enough time left.

When Friday May 9th arrived I woke up in the morning and just didn't want to move and I didn't want him to move. I just wanted to stay there in that moment forever. I couldn't think about how in 12 hours I will be dropping Brett off on base and saying goodbye. I just went about my day getting left over things taken care of before he left. If I ever had time to sit and think about it I just cried. Its a type of cry that I have never felt before, and its unexplainable. Inside you know that he'll be back in a short 4 months (longer for others) but that 4 months seems so so so so far away. While you spend the last hours together you feel like you just want to stare at each other and say how much you love each other, you feel like you need to share all these feelings. You may have shared them before but its different this time.

Arriving on base I had this overwhelming feeling of anxiety. I wanted to just break down and cry but I couldn't I had to be strong for Brett and let him know that I'll be ok. We only had about a half an hour left to touch and hug and kiss and exchange meaningful glances and that is not enough time at all. Pulling into the parking lot we just sat in the Jeep and talked about nothing. I would occasionally let a little tear pass. As we sat there I saw the 5 ton trucks coming down the road, which means it's time to go. We looked at each other and got out of the Jeep unloaded his bags and just embraced. I looked around and I could tell apart the wives from the girlfriends. Most of the wives were very tough and said goodbye like it was nothing, the girlfriends were the ones who were crying uncontrollably and hugged their partner with such an embrace that would make any passer by weap. Thank goodness I had my parents there, because I couldn't have done it by myself. Every kiss you exchange feels like the last. I could have kissed him four hundred fifty million times and that wouldn't be enough.

Being apart of the military is a totally different experience, one that I will take with me every day for the rest of my life. The next time you see someone who has a military family just try to put yourself in their shoes. Its not only our soldiers that sacrifice its also the families that sacrifice, maybe even more. We may not all agree with this war but we all need to put our feelings of negativity towards the war aside and support the ones who have to do it, who have to be over there, the ones who are left home while their loved ones fight for us.