<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:12:50.285-05:00</updated><category term='Blake&apos;s posts'/><title type='text'>Brietz Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-7576682922592571459</id><published>2009-06-25T15:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T15:36:29.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update time!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Well I figured it was time to bless everyone with an update.  Things here are, for lack of better words, interesting.  Elijah has had his first set of tubes and stitches.  Kale is actually starting to fight back when Elijah tries to take something from him and the both somehow changed the answering machine to speak spanish instead of english.  Aaahhhh  the joys of having boys!!!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elijah fell and hit his mouth on the toybox so off we went to the ER. Blake was on duty that night so I called to let him know what had happened.  Of course he came to the ER to check it out for himself, and in true Army form, his Staff Sergeant promptly chewed him out for it.  I get a kick out of every time I see something on TV about how the military supports their families cause the families support their soldiers. HORSE SHIT!  All we are considered is extra baggage that gets in the way. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kale is doing awesome and will be headed to Granny and Pop's house before too long for a visit.  A teacher's assistant from his class has been coming and babysitting here and there for us.  Its good for us, but Kale is still trying to charm her out of makin him work(just like a man).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have come to a huge crossroads in my life and have no idea what to do. If anyone has a road map I would greatly appreciate it!  I dont know what to do and no matter what I choose someone will not be happy with it.  I just wish I had a little help in making some decisions.  ugh its so frustrating at times!!  There hasn't been much going on that I care, or am willing to talk about.  I find myself closing off to the world more and more every day........oh well.  I guess that is about all for now.  Blake will be home this weekend for a day, he is at WLC(warrior leader course) and will graduate July 22.  I am off to fix the kids a snack then finish some laundry.  Peace out!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-7576682922592571459?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7576682922592571459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=7576682922592571459' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/7576682922592571459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/7576682922592571459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/update-time.html' title='Update time!!'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-1089749121688789671</id><published>2009-05-11T20:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:31:58.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>copy cat</title><content type='html'>Since I haven't posted in almost 2 months I thought I would steal Steph's blog thingy and post it.  I promise to get better at posting, but we have been busy with military stuff YAY...yes that was sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have come to realize my job…is recession proof-stay at home mom's are never out of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have come to realize when I’m driving…I either sing or talk to the boys SOMETIMES yell at other drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have come to realize that I need…to learn to trust more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have come to realize that I’ve lost…my identity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have come to realize that I hate it when…i get behind in house work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have come to realize the people I like…are hard to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I have come to realize that money…doesn't make you happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I have come to realize that people...are looking for someone's lead to follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I have come to realize that I’ll always be…outspoken, bitchy, black sheep, best friend, and worst enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I have come to realize that my Mom…is very critical of me, but one of the smartest people i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I have come to realize my cell phone…is one its last leg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I have come to realize that when I woke up this morning…i didn't sleep well, damn bad dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I have come to realize that last night before I went to sleep…i watched tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I have come to realize that right now I am thinking about…how to find myself again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I have come to realize that my Dad…can be the biggest ass, but is my biggest fan and strongest supporter, although we butt heads alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I have come to realize that when I get on Facebook…i miss the people i worked with in the ER more and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I have come to realize that today…is Monday, it rained and stormed, Blake worked late(that is the trend since he got back), and I missed a get together because of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I have come to realize that tonight…will be boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I have come to realize that tomorrow will be...alot of the same...my life is like that movie groundhog's day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I have come to realize that I really want to…get my identity back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I have come to realize that my life…is good for the most part, all in all i am blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I have come to realize that this weekend…we have a parade to be in, uuggghhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I have come to realize that my ex...needs to speak up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I have come to realize that the best music is…anything i can dance to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I have come to realize that my friends…are always there for me, without them I wouldn't have made it this far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. I have come to realize that 2008...had some of the highest and lowest points of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I have come to realize that the last person I kissed…needs to shave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. I have come to realize that when people walk out of my life…they are gone, i don't let them back in&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-1089749121688789671?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1089749121688789671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=1089749121688789671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/1089749121688789671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/1089749121688789671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/copy-cat.html' title='copy cat'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-6571432269237444280</id><published>2009-03-24T23:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:13:55.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A few things that chap my buttocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, again I have been set off....I know what you're thinking...not Lindsey!!!  So first of all there was the Special Olympic comment made by no-bama!  Honestly, I was floored!!!  I thought there you go trying to win cool points by going on Leno and you say that, what a douchetard!!  I was PISSED to say the least and then I watched CNN where a mother of a Down Syndrome child spoke how her son had to bowl a 139 or 140 to qualify for the Special Olympics.  She just smirked and said, he was so wrong he can't even make the points to go to the Special Olympics, now what!!!  Shows how much he really knows!!  I thought you go woman!!  And of course I added my own amen sista in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, tonight after mine and Kristen's gym "date" we headed to subway to grab some dinner for us and Blake.  We are on our way back to post when she realizes she doesn't have her driver's license on her.  The Barney Fife rent-a-cop at the gate said no she can't come on post without ID.  So, I left Kristin at the gate while I came to the house, got her ID, and took it back to her.  THEN her flippin ID wouldn't scan.....of course the old man looked at us like we were terrorist!!!  uuugggghhhhh  I mean half of the time they barely glance at your ID and tonight they wanted to be pricks about it!  Just another douchetard!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My last one is I went Saturday and bought a big, nice, bookcase for over 300 bucks to get it home and pieces were missing.  So, me thinking Blake can't count I looked it over, not only were we missing 2 pieces one of the anchor, hole, thingys is stripped....uuuuggggghhhhhh  They are only open half of the week, so tomorrow when they open I am going to be calling!!  To me, thats alot of money to spend on something that ends up to be faulty.  I don't want my money back, I look the book case, I just want to swap it out for a new one....and they better let me or I just might judo chop someone.  hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is all that has irritated me so far this week......well except for the migraine I have been fighting for 3 days now, and now its getting hard to read and drive I am so dizzy.  Damn I sound like a freakin Jerry Springer episode!!!  Well I am off to wash the gym stink off of me and try to rest some.........I hope I can get the bookcase and entertainment center before mom gets out here next week....keep your fingers crossed!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-6571432269237444280?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6571432269237444280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=6571432269237444280' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/6571432269237444280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/6571432269237444280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/few-things-that-chap-my-buttocks.html' title='A few things that chap my buttocks'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-6297189787403690933</id><published>2009-03-18T21:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:47:52.671-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blake&apos;s posts'/><title type='text'>An update from the other half</title><content type='html'>As you all may know, I made a few posts on here a while back talking about my trials in Balad. So much has changed. To get you up to speed, after my month or so in Balad, I was sent to Tikrit to finish out the rest of my tour. Little did I know that my tour would be cut short. We basically trained to come to Iraq to train some more. It wasn't much of a deployment when compared to others I have done. We had time to not only practice for football games, but to play them. Doing sports in your spare time is one thing and is a good stress reliever, but having time to practice for them? you have way too much time on your hands. I pulled a lot of duty, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't go into detail about everything I did...as it would be fairly boring.  I came back to the states Jan. 25th mainly because of my new promotion put us over strength and overmanned. I understand why the BC did what he did. At the time, I was pissed, but later on I grew to understand it. Looking back, I don't regret a thing. While coming back closed one door, it opened many others. I got promoted finally! Now I look at the army as a possible long term career opportunity instead of feeling like I was in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Specialist Limbo&lt;/span&gt;. Also, I can start learning how to lead and train other soldiers. Not only this, but I get to be with my boy Elijah. He is something else, lemme tell you. You can't put a price on being with the kids. For kale, I am finding that I am starting to know and understand him. Going through the tough things with him makes you want to love him and appreciate him more. He is usually the easier of the two to deal with unless he gets sick. Even though he doesn't talk and doesn't always show me affection, I can not see how someone could not love him once you have been through hell and back. He is a walking miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all this is great, coming back has shown me that it can be more difficult than I thought to adjust. Things haven't always been hunky dory between everyone in the house. I don't want to get into all kinds of details, but people who are in the know understand what I am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Along with this is my lazy, inconsiderate, pain in the butt (and that's being super nice) ex, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fills Eva's (my daughter) head with lies and makes it difficult for me to see her. Now...lets see. what am I leaving out? My job. What I have noticed is that things are in full swing and haven't really slowed down any. I deal with a lot of stress and high expectations...some of which I put on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for all of you out there who have any questions or concerns or what have you, just post them in the comments. You can email me via contacting Lindsey.&lt;br /&gt;I don't plan on posting a lot on this blog, but every now and then I'll show up.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Fireproof the movie may have some bad acting, but it is a great movie. Go see it.&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SGT Edwin B. Brietz&lt;br /&gt;Medic&lt;br /&gt;U.S. Army&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-6297189787403690933?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6297189787403690933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=6297189787403690933' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/6297189787403690933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/6297189787403690933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/update-from-other-half.html' title='An update from the other half'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-8728437542681020591</id><published>2009-03-09T21:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:07:05.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I have noticed........</title><content type='html'>So it has been 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;forevers&lt;/span&gt; since I have blogged.......between Blake coming home, our trip to Arkansas, and getting readjusted to Army life things have been a little crazy.  So I am sick with a horrible cold and hope I am not getting strep throat.  A little warning about this blog-I am under the influence of cold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;........here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching CNN and saw how everyone is cheering for Obama about the AWESOME job he is doing and he hasn't been in office 100 days yet and this and that.  Well I was half listening when I heard how he is bringing 20 thousand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;troops&lt;/span&gt; home by Sept of this year.  I know what most civilians are thinking...You rock Obama.....but think about this.  Out of those 20 thousand how many were suppose to come home anyways because their tour was ending.  I know of three batteries here at Ft Sill that are due home by then, and that is just off the top of my head.  So my thing is he isn't bringing anyone home, their tour is ending as scheduled...don't be blinded by this.  BUT at least I got a good chuckle about this...now on to the next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;FRG&lt;/span&gt;(family readiness group) newsletter when they announced the Saint Barbara ball on March 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  To make long story short its a ball that its an honor to be invited to because it usually means you are getting some kind of award.  Saint Barbara is the patron saint of artillerymen.  Here is the problem I have.....The feast of Saint Barbara, or celebration if you will, is actually on Dec 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sssssooooo&lt;/span&gt;  why are they having the ball in March??  AND in case &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;noone&lt;/span&gt; noticed it is Lent...Are you really suppose to be feasting during Lent??  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hhhmmmm&lt;/span&gt;  At  least it isn't on a Friday and they don't serve fish.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple things I have noticed over the past couple of days.  I know I know I am so weird, but am I really the only one to noticed these things?  Probably so...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;  The boys are doing great.  Kale is still walking up a storm and is even getting better walking up and down an incline and switching surfaces...which is a HUGE step.  Elijah is walking more and saying no every now and then.....he also has a temper on him.  I wonder where he gets that??  Blake and I are doing OK for the most part.  I hope its just the adjustment period, but we shall see.  The Army gives these classes to the wives of returning men and basically teach you to bite your tongue and deal with them being an ass-hell they get a free pass.  I want to know where my free pass is??  I get bitchy around Aunt Flo's visit and I never live it down, but you are looked down upon if you ruffle the feathers of a returning soldier....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;uuugggghhhh&lt;/span&gt;  Sometimes military life bites BIG  TIME.  Well I will step down off of my soap box and let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt; get back to your life.  One last bit of business I have a new email address is &lt;a href="mailto:lbrietz@ymail.com"&gt;lbrietz@ymail.com&lt;/a&gt;   SO, hit it up peeps.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;outie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-8728437542681020591?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8728437542681020591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=8728437542681020591' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/8728437542681020591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/8728437542681020591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-have-noticed.html' title='Things I have noticed........'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-4126177318662674927</id><published>2009-01-20T17:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:23:28.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long overdue update!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;For those of you who aren't in the know the boys and I have arrived in Ft Sill.  The house is unpacked, except for 5 boxes, and we are awaiting Blake's arrival sometime next week, hopefully.  I knew coming here would be bring relief and challenges.  First major challenge was me changing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; plug on the washer.  WARNING IF YOU HAVE TO PEE, DO IT NOW BECAUSE YOU MAY PISSING YOURSELF READING THIS NEXT PART.  So, our dryer is a 3 prong plug and the plug in the house if 4 prong.  One of the movers told me how to change the plug out.  So, Heather and myself along with Elijah and Wyatt set off to Lowe's.  I found the plug and I must say the appliance guy looked SHOCKED when I told him I was going to change it out.  So, he told me step by step instructions.  The next morning I grab the tool box and set out to change the plug.....all went well and when I plugged the dryer in it worked!!  So, of course, I patted myself on the back and said to myself huh who needs a man.  I noticed this one green wire wasn't plugged in, nor did it have a spot to plug in.  I said huh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; be a spare wire.  WRONG!!!  I put the door thingy back over the wires and it shocked the PISS out of me.  It threw me back into the wall, sparks flew, singed my nails and fingers.  About that time my cell phone rings and I struggle to get to my feet.  It was Heather saying her brother was coming to town and would change the plug out for me.  Needless to say I guess I was still in shock, no pun intended, and she asked if I was drunk.  Once she figured out I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, and laughed her ass off, she told me to call &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;maintenance&lt;/span&gt;.  So, that afternoon the guy came and changed the plug out for me.  Evidently the spare green wire, isn't a spare.  Its a ground wire or something and that is what shocked the living daylights out of me.  I say oh well I won't do that again.....LESSON LEARNED.  He said its a good thing this is a 210 outlet(I think) cause a 11o would've killed you.  I just kinda laughed.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DISCLAIMER&lt;/span&gt;: Elijah was in bed asleep when this happened but the loud POP woke him up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So......mom and Kale got here last Wednesday and mom and I unpacked boxes like mad women.  I must say I am pretty happy with the house.  The boys have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of room to play, or destroy as I call it, and roam around like they own the place.  Elijah's new favorite toy is a dishwasher and LOVES playing in Granny's.  Much to his delight we have a dishwasher in our new house.  Kale LOVES the low carpet, its so much easier for him to get around on.  I like living on post better than I thought I would....everything you need is right here.  Mom says its like living in a prison I tell her its called security.  I love the fact of actually having another adult, Heather, to talk to during the day.....what a relief for the both of us.  And since the guys are gone we take turns cooking dinner.......honestly there is probably a rumor going around about the 2 lesbians down the street  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;  Other than that I am just working on getting mine and Blake's room and bathroom put together.  The boys bathroom and bedrooms are already up and going so now its time for ours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Please say an extra prayer for Blake that he makes it to the States without any problems.  I guess I need to get off my butt and cook some dinner.  Peace out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;homies&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-4126177318662674927?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4126177318662674927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=4126177318662674927' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/4126177318662674927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/4126177318662674927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-overdue-update.html' title='Long overdue update!!'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-1888884845791536939</id><published>2009-01-11T02:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T02:19:38.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitting The Road</title><content type='html'>Well it's 2am and I am off to take a shower, throw a few last things in the car, and head to Ft Sill.  I still feel like crapola and Elijah is starting to come down with it also.....uuugggghhhh  So I see a dr appt in our near future.  Our internet is suppose to be hooked up on Monday, which means it will be Friday, and I will update then on our journey.  Say a little prayer that we have a safe trip.  I'm excited, but ready to have it all over with.  See ya on the flip side.  Peace out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-1888884845791536939?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1888884845791536939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=1888884845791536939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/1888884845791536939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/1888884845791536939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/hitting-road.html' title='Hitting The Road'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-2364664119009248590</id><published>2009-01-06T23:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:19:20.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Begining</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well here comes another new start.  Things have changed so much since last Friday.  I got news that I am needed at Ft Sill so the boys and I are headed back to Oklahoma!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!!!  We will meet the movers Monday and start getting moved into the new house!  I have literally done a months work in a week-I'm exhausted and I am not even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;begining&lt;/span&gt; to be done.  I am so excited that Kale will get to go to a good school and they are excited to be having him back.  They have already called me 3 times this week saying they are ready for him...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;  That school truly is wonderful!!  Before you ask, no I didn't get mad and run off, I just can't discuss the particulars but please know everyone is safe and healthy-its all good.  I really can't wait!!  For the first time in my life I really feel like I fit in out there.  I know what you are thinking, when I first got there I HATED it.  Oklahoma takes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; of getting use to-trust me it does, but its not so bad.  I have learned I like my distance from my family.  I love them, but hell give a girl a break.  I can actually make it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thriugh&lt;/span&gt; this world without people dictating my every move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blake and all of the guys are doing fine and are safe.  Just ready to see him on his R&amp;amp;R which should be in 2 weeks or so.....give or take a few days.  I am so excited that he will get to see our new house!  I am even more excited that he will be here for Elijah's first birthday-God &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;willling&lt;/span&gt;!  Even though I am stressed to the max trying to get everything done, I am so excited I am about to soil myself.  I don't know what the house looks like, but I have seen some pictures and floor plans.  I don't know how long we will be at Ft Sill, but I know it will be at least another year or so.  Elijah doesn't know it yet, but he is about to be introduced to daycare-momma needs a break!  I am thinking once maybe twice a week at the most, since I don't work, but I need a break.  If you ever get to wondering if you really like your husband send him away for a few months-that will show you just how much he does.....even though us women say men never do anything!  I know I say that too!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly I am just looking forward to adult conversation.....I honestly think I have forgotten how to carry on an adult conversation, but I am fluent in baby babble!!  COME ON R&amp;amp;R!!!  Now that R&amp;amp;R is right around the corner time is dragging by and that  just isn't fair!!  Yes I am pouting!!!  Whats it to ya??  Well when Blake gets in country for his R&amp;amp;R I will let everyone know so that you know he is safe....his time will be limited, but cherished all the same.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know when we will be back for a visit, but it will be sometime after deployment, sometime this summer.  I mean I have been here for 6 months and haven't seen hardly anyone, so it won't really be that different.  Well I am off to fix a glass of wine, pack some boxes, and relax.....yes I know its late, but it has to get done.  Thank you for all of your prayers for Blake and the rest of the soldiers.  Peace out!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-2364664119009248590?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2364664119009248590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=2364664119009248590' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/2364664119009248590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/2364664119009248590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-begining.html' title='A New Begining'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-8268305751054873315</id><published>2009-01-04T09:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T09:29:33.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'>About to Blow My Top</title><content type='html'>So, Friday morning I get the best news possibly known to man-bottom line is I need to be moved to Ft Sill by the end of the month.  This is great!!  Until family puts a damper on things.  I have been asked what is the hurry........why not wait......All that has happened since I moved back is everyone leaving me high and dry.  Family said move back here so we can help out, I'm still waiting on that help.  I am to the point where I am like fuck everybody.....people seriously wonder why we don't come back to visit more often.  When you need people the most, that is when  they leave you high and dry, with the exception of a couple of people.....and I stress COUPLE of people.  So around Jan 14th the boys and I, complete with a UHAUL trailer,  will be heading back to OK.  I am so excited!!!!  I can't wait to leave all of this negativity behind!!  Its like some people are pissed cause I can actually take care of my kids....wow imagine that.  When I can give out more details I will, just know that this is a very exciting time so if you have something negative to say-FUCK OFF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-8268305751054873315?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8268305751054873315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=8268305751054873315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/8268305751054873315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/8268305751054873315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/about-to-blow-my-top.html' title='About to Blow My Top'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-663933344837340895</id><published>2009-01-01T22:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:35:34.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>more videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x7GpOhy__yk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x7GpOhy__yk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yRtDF4OHHag&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yRtDF4OHHag&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-mFuzPUNrMc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-mFuzPUNrMc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-663933344837340895?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/663933344837340895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=663933344837340895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/663933344837340895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/663933344837340895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-videos.html' title='more videos'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-5090107178884165642</id><published>2008-12-18T22:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:02:23.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Have tissues handy.....</title><content type='html'>Make sure to watch both videos.  For everyone that has checked on me the past couple of days thank you.  Just please say a special prayer for Blake and I-we need some strength.  As if deployment weren't enough other issues have surfaced.  Thank you and Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PKNRg8PXxgk&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PKNRg8PXxgk&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nSUekSejnNI&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nSUekSejnNI&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-5090107178884165642?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5090107178884165642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=5090107178884165642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/5090107178884165642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/5090107178884165642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/have-tissues-handy.html' title='Have tissues handy.....'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-6989516519353284552</id><published>2008-11-25T22:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:36:54.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holidays are Here..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;And I wish I could go to bed and sleep through them.  Its just  not the same without Blake here.  He is going to miss Elijah's first Christmas, and even though Elijah won't remember, the first Christmas is always special.  Thanksgiving is my FAVORITE holiday.  I have so much to be thankful for.  I was sitting here thinking today that 8 years ago I was in the hospital with Kale and mom and Stacy brought some Thanksgiving dinner to us.  I look at where he is now.....wow blessed and thankful.  He has beaten the odds in the past and continues to every day.  After Blake left I got to mom's house and he stood up and gave me a hug.  Actually the first time he has given a big squeeze hug when he wasn't sick-I'm so thankful for that.  He knew just what mommy needed.  I am thankful that Elijah is healthy.  I never take his health for granted.  True there are days, alot here lately, where I want to ring his neck for getting into stuff.  I stop myself and say out loud "Thank you God for giving me a child who can get into stuff at such a young age".  I am thankful I have my boys, I don't know how I would have made it this far in the deployment without him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I am thankful for Blake.  True, he works my nerves, but in his defense he is a man!!  Or at least he was last time I checked ;)  I sit back and read old emails of fights we had and think of the breaking up and all that crap when we were dating.  There is no doubt in my mind that it was in God's plan all along for us to be together.  Just in the past month we have gone from seriously thinking we weren't going to make it, to really connecting.  Honestly, I never knew I could connect so deeply with someone.  I am so thankful for that!!  I am thankful that he and all the guys with him are safe!!  Even though I don't know most of them in person, I feel that I know them because of the stories Blake has told me.  I am so proud to be his wife!  I am so proud of where our family is and where it is going!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I am thankful for my family!  Although, living close again has made me realize I LOVE and crave my distance from them, I am still very thankful for them.  For the most part they are ok people  haha  I am thankful that I am a stay at home mom, being able to watch my kids grow and develop.  I know Elijah will have to go to daycare soon, because he is starting to get major separation anxiety-and quite frankly mommy needs a break!!!  I am thankful that the new housing people on post are at least considering bumping us to the top of the list-now if we can only get a house!!  I know I am very blessed in life.  True I may not be the size I want to be, have the bank account I would like, but all in all I have a great life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Last but not least I couldn't have made it this far without my friends.  I have the bestest friends in the world!  I am not going to name names, but 3 call me at least 4 times a week and listen to me bitch and complain!!  Thats my adult conversation for the week-no really it is.  This Holiday season is going to be a rough one for me, so IF I see you and don't chime out a Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays, please take no offense at it.  I am doing my best to get into the Holiday spirit, I have to for my boys.  Now when you are in the kitchen cooking and your spouse keeps saying is it ready yet or gets in your way please don't yell at him/her.  Remember how blessed you are that he/she is there next to you to irritate you.  I chose life as a military wife, but that doesn't make it any easier.  I still miss Blake, still can't sleep without panic attacks or nightmares waking me up, BUT I put one foot in front of the other and try.  So please let that be enough.  Now that I am crying like a little baby I will say this-Happy Thanksgiving!!  Be thankful for what you have and that we live in a free country.  Say an extra prayer for all of the men and women in uniform, their families really do appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Blake if you read this....I love you and I miss you!!  I will see you in a few months.  Stay safe!!  143&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-6989516519353284552?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6989516519353284552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=6989516519353284552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/6989516519353284552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/6989516519353284552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/holidays-are-here.html' title='The Holidays are Here..........'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-4517869036906437984</id><published>2008-11-11T23:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T00:17:44.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Since its been a month.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I decided to grace everyone with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pressence&lt;/span&gt;.  Before you ask, yes you should feel honored.  Nothing has happened really.  The boys and I had some Christmas pics taken on Sunday and I look like a bloated red skittle!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;?!?!  I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;flippin&lt;/span&gt; HUGE!!!!!!!  Blake is so gonna think I ate his wife, instead of being his wife.  To my shock, we did get some good pictures.  The boys finally calmed down and stopped screaming long enough to get some good shots.  Deployment has posed its own set of issues.  Getting adjusted to married life is hard enough, let alone doing it while separated by 9 thousand miles.  Slowly but surely we are working through things and we will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;(crossing fingers).  I ordered us the book called The Love Dare.  Its the book that Fireproof is based on, so we are both going to read it and journal and see what happens.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;In the mean time I am going to keep hanging in there.  Everyone is trying to help and pull strings to get me back to Ft Sill.  I hope it all works and fast!!  Moving back to Arkansas has been one of my biggest regrets ever.  Live and learn-right?!?!  The school here sucks big ones.  I  mean I knew it wouldn't be what we had in Lawton, but I was at least expecting Harrisburg standards.........&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; yeah right.  So far they have managed to lose him and break his stroller all in the same week.  Yes that is right, break his 5 thousand dollar stroller I worked 5 years to get.  IF I can find someone from the company to come fix it, you can best bet this woman won't be paying the bill.  They broke it, they will fit it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kale is doing good.  Not really doing anything new, but not going backwards so that is good.  We are hitting the sign language hard and heavy to see if he will start using it.  He lost his first tooth in Sept and the permanent one still hasn't come in yet.  Elijah is now pulling up and has his 2 front bottom teeth.  His 2 front top teeth are poking through so they will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;completley&lt;/span&gt; in before long-I hope.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;RK&lt;/span&gt;, you are being shown up by a 9 month old!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Blake is now SGT!!!!  He got promoted on Nov 1 and I am so proud of him.  He worked hard and it has paid off.  Now that he is SGT there is even less time for us to communicate, but that is the price you pay.  I was always raised with the thinking of family first no matter what.  Now that I married into the military, its a whole new way of thinking.  The Army comes first now, especially during deployment and honestly its a swift kick in the ego.  I'm like who does this Army bitch think she is??  So my new name is Mistress Lindsey.  Sounds like a stripper name and extra money doesn't hurt :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Other than that nothing much has been going on.  Just trying to keep busy so time flies.  Just taking everything one day at a time and trying to handle everything myself.  Last thing I want to do is worry Blake with things.  Crap with us is strained enough without me adding every day worries to it.  Just in a nasty funk again.  My blood work is still funky and my thyroid is still not regulated.  Dr says rest more and don't stress!!  What's that??  Is she serious??  Well I am going to bed now........doctor's orders.  Well it is after midnight.  143&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-4517869036906437984?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4517869036906437984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=4517869036906437984' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/4517869036906437984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/4517869036906437984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/since-its-been-month.html' title='Since its been a month.....'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-1742620793221793614</id><published>2008-10-12T22:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:59:02.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its me again.  Its been almost a month so I thought I would bless everyone with a new blog.  Seriously I don't know how Stacy does it.  She tells me of all these sewing adventures, then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bunko&lt;/span&gt;, soccer, and still has time to blog-and she has a job.......So help a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sista&lt;/span&gt; out!!  Share your secret!!  Hell I am doing good if I get to take a shower without rushing........I just don't know how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt; do it.  So whats new here.  Kale had school pictures made and we got them back the other day.  I must say he got his Granny's photogenic quality-which is none.  They both either have their eyes closed, look drunk, or look high.  Oh well.   He is doing good in school and we-meaning I- am hitting the sign language hard and heavy.  They said a couple weeks ago he said more and eat, but he hasn't done it for me.  He is of course teaching Elijah how to get into EVERYTHING!!!!  Elijah is doing well. He isn't crawling yet he does the Army crawl as we call it.  He can scoot fast though.  He is jabbering with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bububababubu&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mamamamamama&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dadadadadada&lt;/span&gt;.  He also started dancing the other day which is so funny.  Between the fights over toys and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cups they keep me pretty busy.  I actually had the first session of me time since Blake has been gone, well other than going out to birthday dinner but I caught hell over that so that doesn't count.  My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bff&lt;/span&gt; Tracy  had a passion party and after that some of us girls went out for drinks and dancing.  It was a much needed break!!  So, I'm good for at least 3 more months.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Blake is doing well.  He got his promotable status which means he will be SGT soon and I am so proud of him.  His hard work is finally starting to pay off.  He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;reupped&lt;/span&gt; for 6 more years, so we will be at Ft Sill at least a year after he gets back.  After that who knows, we  may stay and we may go.  We are both just ready for deployment to be over with, only about 9 more months!!!!  I enjoy trying to find fun things to send over there.  I have some Halloween &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;goodie&lt;/span&gt; bags that I will be sending this week and then I will start thinking about Christmas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;goodie&lt;/span&gt; bags.  I know I know its early, but there are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of guys so I gotta get started.  This semester of school is going so much better than last semester-thank God!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This weekend has been one of pure, downright boredom.  I sit and wonder where everyone that said, come back to Arkansas so we can spend time with you and the boys suddenly went.  Um hello, we are here and everyone disappears.  Lesson learned!  Next deployment I will stay put-screw this!  As soon as a house opens up on post, and hopefully &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; soon, we will head back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Okie&lt;/span&gt;.....until then I will just bide my time here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Hillbillyville&lt;/span&gt;.  I guess that is about all that has gone on with us.  I know its so exciting!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;  Oh there was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; this month.  On Oct 3rd a brand new, shiny, pink Dell laptop was delivered to my door-complete with matching bag and mouse-courtesy of my husband.  Surprise for me!!  I mean he doesn't know how to send flowers but he sure knows how to pick out a laptop-not too shabby!!  So, of course, he has major brownie points-hell he has a whole pan of brownies.  Well I guess I will leave you with something I stole from a friends page, or as they say in the Army I acquired it  :)  Blake we love you and miss you!!  Hurry home!!  143&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not the perfect Army wife. The deployments sometimes get to me and there are times where nothing seems to go right when he is gone. I think about how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; it would be to have my soldier home all of the time. There are times when he is home I push him away so it doesn't hurt so bad when he leaves again.  At night I cry cause I can no longer handle trying to stay strong.  There are times where I feel like walking away from this life I built, but when I stop and think about it I remember just how much I love my man and I am proud to be an army wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-1742620793221793614?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1742620793221793614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=1742620793221793614' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/1742620793221793614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/1742620793221793614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah blah blah'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-4967730086334983533</id><published>2008-09-23T23:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:20:17.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trace Adkins Is In The House</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So today was the usual, dull day around here.  Took Kale to school, came back home, went to the post office, picked Kale up, and then home again.  Kale got scratched at school today by another little boy.  It's not too bad, I mean no blood or anything, I'm just glad Kale didn't grab a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;handful&lt;/span&gt; of hair when the kid scratched him.  I am sure he thought about it and probably even tried it.  When I picked him up the teacher was showing me the scratch and explaining what had happened and I asked Kale if he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;....he looked up at me as if saying mom you should have seen the other guy  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;  Kale's a tough cookie I am sure he will be fine, but just to be sure I put some triple antibiotic cream on it after his bath.  Elijah is cutting his first tooth.  Last Thursday morning he was chewing on granny's finger and she felt it.  Now you can see it and its growing fast!!  He hasn't been fussy or anything with it(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bangin&lt;/span&gt; on wood) so hopefully it will come in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  He is cooing and I am thinking he will be talking before long.  I have him saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mmmmm&lt;/span&gt; after he takes a bite of food and he is screeching at the top of his lungs.  Not crawling just scooting on his belly but is trying to pull  up.  Maybe he thinks crawling is a waste of time and wants to grow straight to walking-who knows.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To explain the headline for today's post.  I chatted online with Blake for a bit today.  I knew he was excited about something because he was more talky than normal.  When I asked him what was up he said I met Trace Adkins today.  My first thought was BITCH.  Then I was like huh.  He said Trace had come to sing for them and then sat around and chatted, took pictures, and signed autographs for them.  He told them that he watched him on Glenn Beck a couple months back, of course that credit goes to me cause I made him watch it cause I'm addicted to that show.  Anyways he sounded up beat and it was refreshing to hear him excited about something.  It also warmed my heart that Trace Adkins would take time to sit and relax with the guys before leaving........I think that meant more to them than anything.  Other than that Blake is doing good.  He goes to the board next week to see if he can get promoted so everyone say an extra prayer for us.  He has been studying and working his butt off, he really deserves it.  He got a good conduct medal a couple of weeks ago, BUT just told me about it yesterday cause as he says its no big deal.  To which I replied a medal is a medal in my book.  Hopefully he won't get too flustered at boards, it can be intimidating, and will be passed up to SGT.  I mean I was reading the study guide for this crap and there is even a certain way you have to enter the room!!!  You have to know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of crap and no cheat sheets allowed.  Anyhow that is about all that is going on around here.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Brooks will be in town the end of this week, bu t will be golfing, and then I will be up here while he is at mom and dad's so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;prolly&lt;/span&gt; won't get to see him.  I think that sucks big time cause Elijah hasn't even gotten to meet him yet and I really want him to wear his bibs Brooks and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Supy&lt;/span&gt; got him so he can see how cute he looks in them.....oh well.  Maybe next time huh.  Well I am going to do some studying then off to bed.  143&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-4967730086334983533?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4967730086334983533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=4967730086334983533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/4967730086334983533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/4967730086334983533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/trace-adkins-is-in-house.html' title='Trace Adkins Is In The House'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-1237390293067565704</id><published>2008-09-09T18:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:18:29.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Visit From The Tooth Fairy</title><content type='html'>So yesterday Kale went to the dentist for a check up.  While the chick was cleaning his teeth she mentioned how loose one was and how the dentist may want to pull it cause it was hanging there.  Well about that time she started polishing that tooth and out it popped.  Kale screamed, blood gushed, and a tooth went flying.....after I realized he was fine I thought wow she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;prolly&lt;/span&gt; just saved me a hundred bucks by the dentist not having to pull it.....bad mommy.  So other than that his teeth are healthy and his other front tooth is loose and will be next.  How that kid has healthy teeth I will never know, nor will I complain about it.  I can barely brush his teeth, let alone for the 2 minutes they recommend.  So, even though we waited 2 1/2 hours to get called back Kale did well.  There were kids kicking, screaming, yelling, crying, and Kale looked at them like whats the big deal.  For some reason he fights for me to brush his teeth, but when we go to the dentist he just lays there and opens his mouth, seriously he does.  I think he fights me to make my life hard  :)  The tooth fairy; being the brilliant, awesome, beautiful, person she is left him three dollars   :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elijah is doing good and finally gaining weight.  He took a bath the other night with Ruby Kate, which I am sure scarred him for life   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;  They look like Ebony and Ivory, poor white kid.  After the bath he and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;RK&lt;/span&gt; fought over the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;passy&lt;/span&gt; and dug through the diaper bag.....(I will get pictures of all this posted soon but my computer is being stupid!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things with Blake and I are going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  Hopefully the adjustment period is about to be over with.  I tell you I am going to ask for a raise!!!  Being a wife is hard stuff!!!  And me biting my tongue is even harder!!!  I just keep telling myself one day at a time and that I am where God wants me to be.  Blake knows he is going to re-up but doesn't know if he wants to stay at Ft Sill or go to Ft Sam Houston(San Antonio, TX).  For selfish reasons I would like to stay at Sill.  I finally have friends there, the schools are awesome, and it would be easier setting up shop there.  BUT Ft Sam Houston is a medic's dream post.  I so want him to get it, but it is hard to get assigned there.  So who knows where we will end up.....I don't care as long as we are all together.  This week will hold more of the same.....school, grocery shopping, and playing with the boys.  Friday is Kale's birthday!!!  I can't believe he will be 8!!!  It doesn't seem possible!!!  His dad, stepmother, and sister are going to come see him and we are going to party!!!!  So, that should be fun, right?!?!  I guess that is about all.....not much to blog about really.  Maybe one day I will be able to blog about the end of the deployment....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ooohhhh&lt;/span&gt;  I can't wait!!!  I'm off to cook some dinner and then have bath time for the boys.  Peace out!!!  143&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-1237390293067565704?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1237390293067565704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=1237390293067565704' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/1237390293067565704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/1237390293067565704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-visit-from-tooth-fairy.html' title='First Visit From The Tooth Fairy'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-5546428257627722201</id><published>2008-09-02T21:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:11:50.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well since it has been 20 forevers since I wrote a blog I thought I would make an appearance.  Nothing has been going on around here.  Last week was hell on wheels and this week is shaping up to be the same way.  I am going stir crazy in hickville, but what can ya do.  Blake is doing ok and hopefully will be home for R&amp;amp;R in a couple months.  We desperately need the R&amp;amp;R to get here.  Seems we will have a couple good days and the a bad two weeks and then repeat the process all over again.  I am about to the end of my rope-I don't know what to do.  Every time I try venting I hear well cut him some slack he is stressed out.  Yes, he is and I understand that, but in my own defense I am a little on the stressed side.  Its starting to seriously mess with my mind, body, and soul.  The stupid bitch Aunt Flo is making her appearance twice a month and bringing Uncle Cramp with her both times!!!  UGH!!!!  So the past week I have been accused of only thinking of myself.  Maybe I do.....I wonder what would happen if I started thinking only of myslef.  Lunches wouldn't be packed, clothes wouldn't be washed, babies wouldn't get fed, and care packages wouldn't get sent.  I'm not trying to say I am all that and a bag of skittles, but come on a little credit.  I do, however, think of myself when I go get my nails did and eyebrows waxed.....I don't want to look like Bert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I find myself wondering why all of this is happening and what is to come of everything.  I know God has a reason for everything, but come on a little slack wouldn't kill ya!  Even though it may not be apparent to most people, my husband included, I am doing the best that I can!  I know those same people think I am too weak to make it through this, BUT the people that know me know different.  Someone tells me I can't do something and I make sure I accomplish it if for nothing else than to piss them off......that's the bitch coming out in me.  Its been 2 months since Blake left and I still find myself waking up reaching for him.  Stupid me woke up the other day at 6 reaching for him and thought oh he is just gone to PT.  I sat there a minute and said Lindsey you are loosing it!!  Maybe I am.  I take pride in my role as a wife and mother, and I find myself not being able to be a wife.  Yes, I still have the title, but none of the responsibilities.  I can't cook for him, make sure he has uniforms to wear, laugh at him and with him.......I miss him terribly and often times I wonder if he feels the same way.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I look down at the boys and watch them play and thank God for my healthy family.  True most people don't consider Kale healthy, but compared to where he has been he is the picture of perfection to me.  Elijah, bless his heart, is still a runt.  He is starting to get some thighs on him and a little belly, but I wonder what the next step will be if he isn't gaining weight.  Not to worry, I am gaining enough for both of us!  Kale is doing well in school so far and he seems to like it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I don't know what the rest of the deployment has in store for us.  All I can do is hope for the best and keep truckin' along.  So, at the end of the day I put my faith in God knowing that he will lead me down the right path.  I keep telling myself I am where God wants me to be.  I try to see the good in every bad day, wondering what I can learn from that day.  When I find myself lost and not knowing where I fit in, I look at my boys and it all makes since.  I have to keep pushing along, not for me, but for them.  Me sitting here crying itsn't helping anyone, most of all them.  So, I pick myself up, dust myself on, put a smile on my face, and take on the world head on.  So everyone and I meane EVERYONE know that I really am doing my best, the best I know how.  Maybe one day someone will see that.  Until then......................................................................143&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-5546428257627722201?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5546428257627722201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=5546428257627722201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/5546428257627722201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/5546428257627722201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up!'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-7418261062468078671</id><published>2008-08-13T08:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T08:31:37.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Size Matter????</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;So, does size really matter??  According to pediatricians it does.  I took the boys to the doctor yesterday and my little runt Elijah has fallen off of the growth chart.  Not in the 1%, I mean 0%.  At his 4 month check up he was 25.25 inches in length and 12lbs 12oz in weight.  Well yesterday at his 6 month he was 26in and 13lbs 3 1/2 oz  hmmmmm.  My poor runt.  So, since he can't eat more than 4 ounces at a time without you wearing it, Dr Sneed put us on double strength formula.  She thinks he is so active that he is burning off everything he is eating.  So we will try that and go back for a weight check in a few weeks.  We also checked his thyroid function, because I didn't want it to go unlooked at like Kale's did thanks to ACH, and since we were getting blood any how we went ahead and did a full blood work up on Elijah.  I know you are thinking we are stressing too much over the weight, but last time I had a child fall off the growth chart, that is when all hell broke loose.  So we want to make sure we cover our basis here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Kale on the other hand is a picture of health.  He had grown and couple inches and lost 3 pounds.  I thought he had and this confirms it.  All of that walking around and the nutritionist suggestions are paying off.  A nutritionist that works at the hospital with mom was nice enough to draw us up a meal plan of sorts for Kale.  She even put it into English so that I can understand it, because nutritionist talk is like a whole different language than regular medical jargon.  Kale showed off his walking skills to Dr Sneed, and she about cried.  Everyone's hard work, most of all Kale's, is starting to pay off.......now if we could just get him to talk. We also did blood work on Kale just to make sure none of his meds need adjusting and got referrals for the dentist and eye doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Thats about all that has been going on around here.  Oh yeah.  Mom and dad had a new air unit put in.  So we are thinking cool sailing....um not so much.  They didn't have a part to finish it so we had no air last night.  Every single time we come down to mom and dad's their air messes up, maybe I am cursed.  It got cool in here about midnight or so, but I hope they come to finish it today.  Well that is about all from here.  Blake is on his way to a different FOB in Iraq and should be there tomorrow morning his time, late tonight our time.  He was suppose to already be there but they had a sand storm so that put them back a day or so.  I guess that is about it.  I will feed my runt again and try to get him fat.  Peace out homies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-7418261062468078671?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7418261062468078671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=7418261062468078671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/7418261062468078671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/7418261062468078671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/does-size-matter.html' title='Does Size Matter????'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-1468415281714601836</id><published>2008-08-06T23:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:18:12.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Deployment,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  I HATE YOU!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-1468415281714601836?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1468415281714601836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=1468415281714601836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/1468415281714601836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/1468415281714601836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/sad-face.html' title='Sad Face'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-1858428215737781146</id><published>2008-08-06T01:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T02:02:31.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia Bites!!!!</title><content type='html'>So why am I not sleeping??  I haven't slept more than 2 or 3 hours a night in weeks!!!!  Crazy thing is I don't feel tired.  I know at some point I will burn out, because I am getting too old for this.  Today was a very productive day for me.  I actually got caught up on school work, made eye appointments for Kale and I, dentist appointment for me, registered with a Pharmacy, did laundry, and just got done cleaning the kitchen.  Yes that is how exciting my life is, doing dishes at midnight!  I like to keep the excitement to a minimum wouldn't want anyone to have heart palpitations on me.   :)  Other than that nothing else has been happening around the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brietz&lt;/span&gt; household.  While in seminar tonight I did learn about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;STD's&lt;/span&gt;.  Bottom line: wear a hat when traveling!!!  And we also learned how they put in penile extensions.  Why I have to know that to type up medical records I don't know, but hey I could have me a job on the side......I could call it Lindsey's Slice Shop.  Kinda catchy I think!  OK this blog is going absolutely nowhere so I guess I will stop there.  Blake stay safe!  Miss you and love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;143&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-1858428215737781146?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1858428215737781146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=1858428215737781146' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/1858428215737781146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/1858428215737781146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/insomnia-bites.html' title='Insomnia Bites!!!!'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-5551157812906336426</id><published>2008-08-04T23:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:21:20.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting In a Groove</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;Well it has been a little over a month now since Blake left for Iraq.  Slowly, but surely, the boys and I are getting in a groove.  Yes some days I want to pull my hair out!!!  Some days I wish I could just go shopping and come home when I want to.  That being said I wouldn't change anything!  In a weird kind of way I think this deployment will not only strengthen our marriage, but our family in general.  When you only get to talk for a short time it forces you to have communication.  And since I can't give Blake go to hell looks I have to use my words haha.  Its true that you don't know what you've got until its gone.  I keep myself busy so as to not break down, but there are days when the boys are in bed and the house is quiet I sit down and just cry a little bit.  Instead of it getting easier to sleep, its getting harder.  I have tried putting pillows on Blake's side of the bed, but its just not working.  I make sure to talk about him daily to the boys and show them pictures of him, its the best I can do for now.  It gets lonely, very lonely.  A HUGE part of me is kicking myself in the ass for moving back to Arkansas.  Yes, it took me forever to get adjusted to Oklahoma life, that place is like a different country haha.  It's just weird, I don't know how to explain it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663366;"&gt;   In other Blake news.....he found out today that he will be moving to a different FOB.  So, if I gave you his address don't send anything until you get a new address from me.  He should be leaving for his new FOB in the next week or so.  He is doing fine, just missing home.  But have you seen me lately??  Sexy as hell I am, I mean who wouldn't miss me  haha  Just kidding there and everyone knows it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663366;"&gt;  The boys are both doing fine.  Kale is getting ready to start another school year and I don't think he is too excited about it.  Elijah is growing like a weed!!  He is so flippin funny!!  He and Kale had their first "discussion" over a toy the other day, I must admit I just sat back and laughed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#663366;"&gt;  I must apologize to everyone.  I know this past month I have been in a "funk".  Its just been really hard, but it is getting a little better.  I keep telling myself 1 month down only 11-14 more to go!  Blake and I are looking into taking a trip, just for us, when he gets back.  Right now my fav is St. Lucia!!!  SO if anyone has any ideas on a nice, romantic place please let me know.  I said we could just go to Hot Springs and stay at a B &amp;amp; B or something.  To which my husband replied, "I be damned if I spend a year in this hell hole to go to Hot Springs."  So, he twisted my arm, and I am looking at other places.  Well I guess that is about all for now.  Blake the boys and I love you and miss you!!  Please stay safe!!  143&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-5551157812906336426?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5551157812906336426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=5551157812906336426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/5551157812906336426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/5551157812906336426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/getting-in-groove.html' title='Getting In a Groove'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-1163253434861175176</id><published>2008-08-03T12:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T12:32:46.606-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blake&apos;s posts'/><title type='text'>Finally here! How it's been. Part 3 of 3</title><content type='html'>Well, after all of us left ali al-salem; each with our own section. we were divided up into 2 major sections, each having a HQ and 3-4 force protection units a piece. It is no secret what we are here for, but I will not always be going into specifics. Lets just say our guys work long shifts and help protect the base. After leaving Camp V, we went to Ali to depart our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first day in country, we had a bad dust storm. Little did i know that weather would play a big role in my upcoming job. I went in to get linins and a room when I was told that I would be the armorer and mail handler, on top of whatever it was I was going to do. My job...my MOS, well, i don't even mess with it here. It isn't needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for now, with one month in country and a paycheck or two under my belt, things are fine. I saved up and got a TV and a small fridge. I have my lappy-top and enough legit and black market DVD's to last me a while. I managed to find something better than a expensive ass calling card, called SPAWAR. I have also recieved 2 boxes from Lin. I love all the mail I get, though I dont get alot. We all do. send more please..:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't work out as much as i should, and a smoke more than i should. I dream of my wife and kids, and of seeing the world. I have managed to get in trouble a time or two for silly things, but I am getting better at my job and at life. I miss some of the guys i hung out with alot, and I enjoy some of the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My level of respect and admiration has went down for quite a few of our batteries important people, while it has went up for a few of some of the joes like myself. All in all, I am here to get paid and get promoted. Just like any other guy. I dont care about Iraq, or anything like that. I care about my guys, and anyone else in uniform. They are all that matters for now. The medic in me cares for peoples well-being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finding I need to be more of a man: more confrontational, more vocal, more of a leader, ect.&lt;br /&gt;I am not alot of those things. I suck at speaking....I tend to be low key. basicly, I need to change alot of myself and quit being afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you have questions about what all I do, what it is like over here...I mean anything!&lt;br /&gt;Send Lin an email or just post them here. She will make sure I see them and answer them.&lt;br /&gt;In the mean, when things happen (excluding opsec stuff and deaths), I'll post them here.&lt;br /&gt;laters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-1163253434861175176?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1163253434861175176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=1163253434861175176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/1163253434861175176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/1163253434861175176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/finally-here-how-its-been-part-3-of-3.html' title='Finally here! How it&apos;s been. Part 3 of 3'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-4683396071482156106</id><published>2008-07-25T23:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T23:34:17.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Play Catch Up!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SIqoyPFzIKI/AAAAAAAAADo/jmIpABIjfoY/s1600-h/elijah_kale+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227175898514661538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SIqoyPFzIKI/AAAAAAAAADo/jmIpABIjfoY/s320/elijah_kale+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; what was left of my cake.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SIqozwBejsI/AAAAAAAAADw/tJrsu-zZFKY/s1600-h/elijah_kale+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227175924534775490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SIqozwBejsI/AAAAAAAAADw/tJrsu-zZFKY/s320/elijah_kale+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; RK....poor girl looks more like her daddy every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SIqo0XxtjWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/CJJqOYgc6j4/s1600-h/elijah_kale+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227175935206067554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SIqo0XxtjWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/CJJqOYgc6j4/s320/elijah_kale+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; loves.....but i have to wonder why stacy lets her daughter tan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SIqnJHsG0GI/AAAAAAAAADA/_SMgyKBwKNU/s1600-h/party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227174092641587298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SIqnJHsG0GI/AAAAAAAAADA/_SMgyKBwKNU/s320/party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; surprise to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SIqnJeQ23JI/AAAAAAAAADI/Q8PdzW3qwDU/s1600-h/party2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227174098701311122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SIqnJeQ23JI/AAAAAAAAADI/Q8PdzW3qwDU/s320/party2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good eating...l to r: steph, aunt kevin, tracy, me, amber, and stacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SIqnJxHVbpI/AAAAAAAAADQ/l5mPbg7sXAg/s1600-h/elijah_kale+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227174103761645202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SIqnJxHVbpI/AAAAAAAAADQ/l5mPbg7sXAg/s320/elijah_kale+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elijah having his first bitter biscuit....he loves those things!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SIqnKZbI9jI/AAAAAAAAADY/u-jwHGbuECk/s1600-h/elijah_kale+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227174114582132274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SIqnKZbI9jI/AAAAAAAAADY/u-jwHGbuECk/s320/elijah_kale+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kale playing in the sprinkler....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SIqnLBNpXBI/AAAAAAAAADg/OjAAjbDFR-Q/s1600-h/elijah_kale+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227174125262953490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SIqnLBNpXBI/AAAAAAAAADg/OjAAjbDFR-Q/s320/elijah_kale+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; using it as a water fountain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So the last time I left you on the Brietz saga it was about to be my birthday. My sis in law and my bff Tracy arranged a dinner for me. I was lured there under false pretenses and forced to have a good time, charges are pending. We all ate til we popped and had a great time visiting. We listened to the convo going on at the next table and learned those guys took every cheerleader at their school to prom, think revenge of the nerds....it was funny guess you just had to be there. OK all of that was on Tuesday night. Wednesday nothing much happened just a typical day. Thursday was my 27th birthday......I know what you are thinking you don't look a day over 25-I know I look good and without Botox :) We hippos are just good like that, I'm quite sure its all of the mud baths. As many of you may or may not know my birthday is a bittersweet day. My best friend Jane passed away 7/24/99, yes that is right my 18th brithday. Not a day goes by that I don't think of her and on this day it just doubles. As usual her mom called to wish me a happy birthday and we talked about Jane and cried as we normally do. In a way I think she feels guilty for Jane passing on my birthday, but its something that was out of their control. I look at it like this, I think it is a way that we will always be connected. I know there are days that I don't get through the day without her pushing me......I know you are thinking psycho, but I feel her presence all of the time. Like when I smell her perfume, or hear a certain song.........I miss her so much!!! I wish she were here. I know I will see her again some day. Today the boys and I hung out at the house. Stacy and the kids came by for a visit and we watched as RK and Elijah checked each other out. They are so funny, not to mention the fact they look like ebony and ivory-the picture will explain it all. This evening the boys and I loaded up and went to mama shelia and papa joey's house. They always have a great time out there and I tell you I needed this visit with them. They are so awesome to me!!! They are second parents when I need a kick in the ass and best friends when I need to talk-I am very blessed to have them and their family in my life. We ate and ate and then talked and then ate. I tell you next week I am going back to good eating habits and to tae-bo......I dread it but I have gained 3 pounds since Blake left and it stops here!!!!! Anywho that is what has been going on with me.....oh wait back to my birthday. OK all night we had been telling Kale to come eat some cake. So I was getting Elijah ready for his bath when I hear a crash in the kitchen. I run to see what is going on and Kale had thrown the white cake in the floor :( I didn't know whether to laugh or cry so I just laughed......he came and got some cake alright. Ok so now for some pics. Blake I miss you and love you!!! Come home soon!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;143&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-4683396071482156106?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4683396071482156106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=4683396071482156106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/4683396071482156106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/4683396071482156106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-to-play-catch-up.html' title='Time to Play Catch Up!!'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SIqoyPFzIKI/AAAAAAAAADo/jmIpABIjfoY/s72-c/elijah_kale+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-3451128447356836527</id><published>2008-07-18T23:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T23:59:04.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from today!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SIF0DqEksVI/AAAAAAAAACY/pRl3d84u7uA/s1600-h/elijah+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224584648908386642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SIF0DqEksVI/AAAAAAAAACY/pRl3d84u7uA/s320/elijah+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; elijah showing off his spidey pj's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SIF0EH2A79I/AAAAAAAAACg/MTc0KIdCaHc/s1600-h/generation_pics+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224584656900386770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SIF0EH2A79I/AAAAAAAAACg/MTc0KIdCaHc/s320/generation_pics+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; keelee jo.....adorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SIF0FexowJI/AAAAAAAAACo/9afyht-bdKg/s1600-h/generation_pics+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224584680235909266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SIF0FexowJI/AAAAAAAAACo/9afyht-bdKg/s320/generation_pics+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is such a good picture........if mom would only learn to keep her eyes open!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SIF0F5W430I/AAAAAAAAACw/wIqs8nY5dUs/s1600-h/generation_pics+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224584687371476802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SIF0F5W430I/AAAAAAAAACw/wIqs8nY5dUs/s320/generation_pics+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; don't know what i am saying but steph is looking at me like i am stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SIF0GkvstfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/HwsLK6XMhcY/s1600-h/generation_pics+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224584699018262002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SIF0GkvstfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/HwsLK6XMhcY/s320/generation_pics+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; kale and granny's self portrait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-3451128447356836527?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3451128447356836527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=3451128447356836527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/3451128447356836527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/3451128447356836527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/pictures-from-today.html' title='Pictures from today!!'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SIF0DqEksVI/AAAAAAAAACY/pRl3d84u7uA/s72-c/elijah+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-603435245911599684</id><published>2008-07-18T23:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T23:37:21.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from my little hiatus.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Well the boys and I haven't been doing too much since my last blog.  Long story short, we are staying in Arkansas for now :(  I am trying to take it in stride and tell myself everything fell apart for a reason.  I find myself repeating, I am where God wants me to be.....some days it works and some days not so much.  Blake is doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  Just real tired from being spread so thin at work.  Gosh I miss him!!!  Yesterday Mom came up to stay the night and visit with us.  While she was here I took advantage and went to town for my weekly trip.  I got my nails did and also stopped and got some goodies to send to Iraq to Blake, his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;roomie&lt;/span&gt;, and our adopt a soldier.  If you haven't adopted one yet please visit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;adoptaussoldier&lt;/span&gt;.org and get one.  All you do is register and then in a couple of days they send you a soldiers name and address.  I mean come on it is the least we can do, plus if you go to the post office and let them know you are sending it to a soldier in Iraq they will cut you a deal.....you think you are hot in Arkansas heat, Blake told me it has been 115 during the day there.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;.......I got back from my weekly excursion and packed boxes and played with the boys.  Daddy got here shortly after that and we just all kind of sat around and chilled.  Today we all went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Memaw's&lt;/span&gt; house for Little Granny's 98&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, yes that's right I said 98&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, birthday.  We all had a good time getting caught up on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; lives, cause we know mine is EXCITING and everyone wants to know about it.  Aunt Mary, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Memaw's&lt;/span&gt; sister, and her daughter Beth got to come up from Alabama.  They haven't been here in a good long while.  We all sat around talking and doing what we do best, eating.  I finally got to meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Steph's&lt;/span&gt; baby girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Keelee&lt;/span&gt; Jo, I hope I spelled it right.  I must say she told me that I am her very favorite, can you blame her.  So while there we took advantage of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;oportunity&lt;/span&gt; and took some 5 generation pictures.  Granted mom either looks drunk or high in ours, but we took them anyway.  While we were there Kale showed off his walking and Elijah did the whole cute baby thing.  I must say I am a little worried about my oldest bro.  He hasn't been feeling too well and I hope he takes mom's advice and just takes it easy for a few days, he deserves it.  I mean health first, no matter what.  I know that when Blake is sick I take the kids and close him up in the room so that he can rest.....rest can do a sickly person &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of good.  I cancel all plans, like I ever have any, and just tend to him and the boys.  True some people may say I baby him, but he returns the favor.  I can't tell you how many times he has taken care of me.  When I was pregnant with Elijah and would be ordered to rest he did everything in his power to make me rest, even got up with Kale and let me sleep.  We take care of each other like that and that is one of the things I love most about our marriage.  Anyhow hopefully Christopher will get to feeling better soon and hopefully all he needs is some good relaxing rest.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt; I will get to posting pictures from today and all that jazz.  Blake stay safe and get some rest.  The boys and I miss you so very very much!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;143&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-603435245911599684?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/603435245911599684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=603435245911599684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/603435245911599684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/603435245911599684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-from-my-little-hiatus.html' title='Back from my little hiatus.........'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-8399232739134311984</id><published>2008-07-12T22:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T23:01:59.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Short and Sweet</title><content type='html'>I only got 2 hours of sleep last night and my eyes hurt from studying so this is going to be short and sweet.  Today sucked ass.  I got my feelings hurt and said that I did and then it went to shit from there.  It's like it is an unspoken rule that I have to be the strong one.  Its days like today that I am left thinking what if I need holding up every once in a while.......that doesn't mean that it is woe is me that is me saying I am human.  I know I am super hippo and all but even I need help sometimes.  I am going to bed early tonight, I know sad that 2300 is early, but it is, and I will hope and pray that tomorrow is better.  Stay safe Blake!!!  143&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-8399232739134311984?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8399232739134311984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=8399232739134311984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/8399232739134311984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/8399232739134311984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/short-and-sweet.html' title='Short and Sweet'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-2289886815688825147</id><published>2008-07-12T08:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T09:31:30.828-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blake&apos;s posts'/><title type='text'>The journey continues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, last I left you, I was in the Nova Scotia wanna-be land of NEWFOUNDLAND. (yes, they all speak in ALLCAPS over there. it's for dramatic "army wives" effect, you know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;an aside if you will - every FRG's favorite show, "army wives" is often close to army reality, yet often strays away from it and does things for dramatic effect that I think are hilarious. Yes, my wife makes me watch, but she'll deny it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we fly from there to Iceland of all places. I slept through that whole ordeal, but i remember people bitching because it is, get this, illegal to smoke ciggarettes there! WTF?&lt;br /&gt;I ain't sure, but who cares, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the long leg of the flight. Next stop, Hungary's Buddapest Int. Airport. All the guys agreed after seeing the local women the name should be changed to bootyfest. That freaking place was some kind of expensive! For a apple dessert looking thing and a ginger ale, it was $10.00!&lt;br /&gt;The exchange rate was $1 for 140 (whatever hungarian monopoly money is called).&lt;br /&gt;THEN add the city mall like inflation. How do they buy anything in that place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the short layover, we head for "hot-ass" Kuwait. We touch down in Ali Al-Salem and move our bags from bus to bus to bus to truck to bus to bus with no rest, food, anything. (never mind the long-ass bus ride in which I was an armed escort) I throw my back out in the process of all of this. We get there, get a lame-ass brief that doesnt apply to us, then we think we are gonna get our beds. WRONG. We get shiped to Camp Virginia, AKA The Sandbox that sucks! Everything is a good 5 minutes of walking away, except the porta-johns and the showers. Thank God! While I think this place sucks, I will be proven wrong by BALAD, which doesnt have half the facilities of Virginia OR Ali Al-Salem. I paid 5 bucks an hour (!) for internet and didn't bitch like I did once I seen the free lines in JBB (for short)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna stop this part of the journey leaving you in Camp Virginia, awaiting the orders for Ali Al-salem and the next stop of JBB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now!&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;Blake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-2289886815688825147?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2289886815688825147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=2289886815688825147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/2289886815688825147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/2289886815688825147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/journey-continues.html' title='The journey continues...'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-1753070126470605637</id><published>2008-07-12T00:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:39:22.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary to Me and Blake!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So today was our 1 year anniversary.  I was an emotional wreck all day long.  It sucks being so far apart, and it adds to it to think that you won't be able to celebrate together until your 3rd.  BUT I didn't let that keep me down for long, after all my boys need me!  So today the boys and I went to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Memaw&lt;/span&gt; and Little Granny.  Elijah talked up a storm, while Kale walked all over the house.  So when I get home Heather calls and said that the ladies at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FRG&lt;/span&gt; meeting were saying that I didn't need to move into the house we were offered because it was small....tuna can small.  So Heather, being the AWESOME person she is, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;drives&lt;/span&gt; over to check it out for me.  She gets there to find the house empty and unlocked so she being the rebel she is let herself in.  Well lets just say that I am calling the housing people on Monday and telling them I don't want it.  I am going to stick to my guns that I want in patriot estates and that is that.  If I have to wait a little longer so be it.  SGT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mims&lt;/span&gt; knows what is going on and how much trouble I have had and he is going to help me out.  HOPEFULLY it will work out.  Other than that I just wrote out some bills and played with the boys.  I put off cleaning yet again, but I will finish it up tomorrow.  Well I guess that is about it.  Blake if you are reading this HAPPY ANNIVERSARY once again!!  I miss you!!!  Stay safe!!!  143&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-1753070126470605637?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1753070126470605637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=1753070126470605637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/1753070126470605637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/1753070126470605637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-anniversary-to-me-and-blake.html' title='Happy Anniversary to Me and Blake!!!'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-2894045614886374156</id><published>2008-07-11T09:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T08:52:12.150-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blake&apos;s posts'/><title type='text'>So, how have I been? The other half speaks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to fill in the blanks from that fateful day of 1 July 08 until now. It has been a long journey until now. I flew from Lawton, OK to some Podunk town in Illinois. We landed there and the layover was about 2 hours. all I remember was that the can cokes in the machine cost 50 cents. SWEET! From there, we went to NEWFOUNDLAND?! (did i spell it right?) It is pronounced "new fin lind" i think, and it is really pretty! They have alot duck hunting inspired town names like Goose Bay (where we were) and Labrador. There wasn't crap at the landing strip but a small office, but i remember the grey overcast sky, the long rows of trees on the horizon, and the greenest grass I have ever seen. I want to take Lin there for a second honeymoon or vacation. The might not be alot there, but I think i could come up with things to do (and places to do them).&lt;br /&gt;More Later.&lt;br /&gt;My time is up :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-2894045614886374156?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2894045614886374156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=2894045614886374156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/2894045614886374156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/2894045614886374156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-how-have-i-been-other-half-speaks.html' title='So, how have I been? The other half speaks!'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-1475064675429884412</id><published>2008-07-10T23:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T23:57:29.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brain Hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well today was full of imformation and its all stuffed into my head...making it hurt.  Bright and early this morning I called the housing office once again, ready to give them a piece of my mind.  To my shock we got an offer on a house!!!  I about had a heart attack right then and there!!!  We move in on or before August 1st.  Get ready Heather I'm coming back to you!!!!  haha  So now that the housing situation is settled all I have to do is get the boys, me, our clothes, and  their toys out there.  It will be hard and stressfull, but I fully believe it will be worth it.  Kale will start school on August 15th and I am so excited.  They did such an awesome job with him the past school year I can't wait to see what this year has in store for him.  I am on my way to achieving my goal of having the housing set up and running smoothly for Blake when he returns.  That is the one thing I want to do for him.  I know you think it sounds small, but when you come back from over there it takes you a little bit to get into the swing of things.  So, I am thinking, if all he has to do it walk through the door and sit on the couch that will make the transition on him easier.  Honestly, its the least that I can do.  I am excited to go back.  I have started making friends out there!!  The once absent from my life FRG has come through big time.  They really are showing me that it truly is a support system.....afterall we are all going through the same thing.  I will be honest I am a little scared about going back there, but I am going to take this leap of faith.  I am going to trust my gut, trust myself, and most of all trust the Lord.  I know I can do this.  I still have those days where I think I won't make it, but I know I can......I'm a fighter!!  Anyone who knows the story of me and Blake knows I am a fighter.  So now that the housing seems to be straightened out I am allowing myself to be cautiously optimistic.  After all I know how the Army can be, things can change at the last minute.  Having Blake's support in all of this helps more than I can say.  He keeps telling me I trust whatever decision you make.  I can't help but feel if I do this and fall flat on my ass he will still love me.  I'm not so sure that Fort Sill is ready for both Heather and I, but they better get ready cause here we come  :)  That out of they way.....Can someone please tell me why we have 5 million dollars worth of toys and my kids want to play with pringle cans???  I swear I didn't do crack while I was pregnant with any of them  haha  I say they got it from their daddys.  I have learned that my Medical Terminology class is going to be HARD!!  My teacher grades HARD!!  I hope I can do it!!  Well other than that things were pretty normal today.....I didn't get to talk to Blake for very long which makes me sad, but at least I know he is ok!  On a sadder note...My friend Elida, she was my very first Army Wife friend, had her baby 3 months ago and he wasn't due until this month.  He came home about 3 weeks ago I guess and was doing great!  She returned home from work this morning and went to check on him and we had passed away in his sleep.  They don't really know what happened.  I am guessing with as small and premature as he was that maybe it was SIDS.....But that is just me guessing.  So when you say your prayers tonight please send up a special one for Elida and Gene Martiny.  They live in Ft. Gordon, Georgia right now.  She has been so good to me and helped me through my crazy pregnant days.  I can't even imagine loosing a child and I don't know how to help her other than to be here to listen and to pray for her.  Well I guess that is about it.  I'm going to fold clothes and then off to bed.  Blake stay safe!!!  The boys miss you and love you!!!  143&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-1475064675429884412?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1475064675429884412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=1475064675429884412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/1475064675429884412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/1475064675429884412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-brain-hurts.html' title='My Brain Hurts'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-1599644382997478938</id><published>2008-07-09T22:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:37:37.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Ordinary Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Today was just another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ordiary&lt;/span&gt; day.  Another day of calling housing at Fort Sill only to have them not call me back.  Seems like we will never get a house on post.  I just want to get a house on post before Blake returns.  Kale is walking more and more every day and is even trying to go from a sitting position on the floor to standing up.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!!  Go Kale!!!  Elijah is just babbling away and rolling over more.  People have told me that he is starting to look like me more, but honestly I just don't see it.  It has rained almost all day today which made me want to sleep in, but the boys had other plans.  A clap of thunder around 0600 woke them both.  Sleeping in is just not what life has in store for me....oh well.  Seems that a couple of my blogs have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ruffeled&lt;/span&gt; a few feathers and that is not what I am trying to do.  I am just trying to get my thoughts out so that my mind isn't racing when I try to lay down and rest.  Actually it seems to be helping a little.  I got to chat with Blake for a little bit today and he is doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  They changed his job, which we both knew could happen.  It is a job with more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;responsibilty&lt;/span&gt; and a potential to advance him in ranks.  I know he will do a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wonderfull&lt;/span&gt; job.  I know I am biased, but he is so detail &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;orientented&lt;/span&gt; that I think this suits him.  He's not like me with fly by the seat of your pants, he pays very close attention to detail.  We balance each other out nicely.  While the boys napped today I looked through some of our chat logs from his last deployment.  Hard to believe it has been 2 years since we started on our journey.  Reading through those made me fall for him all over again in a sense.  I realized yet again how far we have come and how many obstacles we have faced, but we have made it this far and will continue to make it.  Yes before you ask I should have been studying, but oh well it was fun none the less.  I keep trying to think of a creative anniversary present for him.  I know the first anniversary is suppose to be paper, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;traditionaly&lt;/span&gt;, but I just don't know what to do.  I am thinking about making a scrapbook of things that are going on with the kids while he is gone, but that won't be finished for some time.  I thought about sending him Charmin, but I didn't know if he would see the humor.....I don't know that men know that the 1st anniversary is suppose to be paper.  I will just be happy that he remembers :)  If anyone has any creative ideas let me know.  I got down today when I was thinking about our anniversary.  I realized that we won't be together for our 1st or 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;.....but then I thought maybe for our 3rd we could take a trip-just us.  It makes me laugh when I think about anniversary presents.  In the past I always said I would never get married.  I never thought I would meet someone that I would actually want to spend the rest of my life with.  I thought that would be boring.  Man was I wrong.  I was blessed enough to find my better half.  He balances me out in so many ways.  Yes, we have our "discussions" but who doesn't.  I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;admit&lt;/span&gt; I tend to remind him that I have admitted I was wrong twice, so far, since we have been together.....hey ya gotta start somewhere right??  I truly believe that I am one of the luckiest, most blessed people on Earth.  I have 2 handsome boys and a beautiful step-daughter and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; husband...not to mention a great family all the way around.  Yes, they get on my nerves at times, but I love them anyway.  My friends, they aren't too shabby either  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;  Seriously my friends are AWESOME!  Well I guess I will stop blabbing and go get my butt in the shower.  Hope everyone had a good day.  Blake, if you read this I miss you and stay safe......143&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-1599644382997478938?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1599644382997478938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=1599644382997478938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/1599644382997478938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/1599644382997478938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-another-ordinary-day.html' title='Just Another Ordinary Day'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-1519698593446533205</id><published>2008-07-07T22:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:36:54.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhaustion</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Well today was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; I guess-just a normal day.  I played with the boys, did a little cleaning, and the went to Aunt Jamie's for dinner.  I learned a couple of days ago from Blake that I have a reputation with the Army guys.  I'm the mean Army Wife.  I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;admitt&lt;/span&gt; I can be a bitch, but only when provoked.  I can be your best friend or worst enemy; the choice is yours.  So far he has been asked why he married me and is he going to cheat on me while he is over there.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hhhmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;  All I have to say is that I do trust him, but I hate that he is surrounded by guys that put that garbage in his head.  I mean for once I have done nothing to them.  Hell I took up for one of the guys that has said this stuff, see if I take up for him again.  Stupid me I thought they had better things to do in Iraq than this stupid High School crap!!!  And about the cheating, all I have to say is-Power of Attorney  :)    I just don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; people saying shit about me when they don't even know me.  Normally I wouldn't care, but these are the guys that are suppose to have my husband's back.  A few weeks ago Blake and I were talking about a similar situation when I told him something along the lines of I want to meet just one Army person that isn't the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stereotype&lt;/span&gt; drama filled, shit starter.  Lo and behold I did.......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nik&lt;/span&gt; and Heather aren't like that.  But they are the only ones that I know of, so far......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;uuugggghhhhh&lt;/span&gt;  and I thought getting out of the ER would stop the stupid drama-silly me.  Well that is my rant for the day.  I am going to try and get some rest while I have the chance-the boys will be up soon cause they can't be letting mom get too much sleep...........143&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-1519698593446533205?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1519698593446533205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=1519698593446533205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/1519698593446533205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/1519698593446533205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/exhaustion.html' title='Exhaustion'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-6522207173970970014</id><published>2008-07-06T23:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T23:48:04.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Think of a Catchy Title</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well nothing much happened today.  The boys and I got up this morning and got packed and came up to the house in Cherokee Village, our home until further notice.  On the way up here Blake called, which was AWESOME!!!!  That is only the second time I have heard his voice since he left.  He said one of the guys asked him why he married me.  Blake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;puzzled&lt;/span&gt; said why do you ask that and the guy said she is mean isn't she.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;  Me???  Mean???  I am the nicest person you will ever meet until you piss me off.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; how good I am, I have a reputation half way around the world  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;  Blake said he thought he had me mixed up with another wife.  Oh well, let them think what they want, doesn't bother me.  The way I look at it is if they are saying that about me then they are giving someone else a break  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;  Even though we are here in Cherokee and getting settled in I still have some unpacking to do.  I have been living out of a suitcase for almost 4 weeks and it feels good to be able to put my clothes in drawers again.  Well that is about all for now.....I'm exhausted, the boys didn't let me sleep much last night only about 3 hours.  More later..........I miss you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Blakeapotamus&lt;/span&gt;   143   Stay safe!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-6522207173970970014?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6522207173970970014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=6522207173970970014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/6522207173970970014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/6522207173970970014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-cant-think-of-catchy-title.html' title='I Can&apos;t Think of a Catchy Title'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-3028325071962838320</id><published>2008-07-05T23:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T23:40:34.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scedule....WTF is That??</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;So today was a lonely day for me for some reason.  The day started early as usual for me.  And around mom and dads house that usually means with a good bickering.  I wake up to tell mom happy birthday to which she replies with a yell about something not being done right......I look at dad and say well this is going to be a fun day and he just laughed.  So we get ready to go out to Chris and Stacy's for a get together to celebrate mom's birthday...........I got the boys ready and sat down at the computer, where much to my delite Blake was online!!!  YAY!!!!  Of course all of the fussing that was going on was making me miss him even more!!!  We just had our normal talk and of course as we were saying our goodbyes I started to tear up.  I started crying for no reason at all.  I was missing him, Oklahoma, stressed out, and tired of being told how to live my life.....so of course mom walks in and sees me crying and asked me what was wrong.  I told her nothing and of course she pressed and pressed on and I said nothing I was just missing Blake and worried about him......for some reason this set her off.  She went on about how I just needed to get over it...............I understand I need to get the kids in a routine, but last  time I checked my husband was in a war zone.  Excuse the hell out of me for being a little emotional......so needless to say that pissed me off.  That is one of the main reasons I want to move back to OK, people there know what you are going through they don't here, and plus I feel closer to Blake there. I know its noone's fault that they can't relate to me, but hells bells let me be emotional if I need to be.  I thought we would be in the house in Cherokee Village by now, but things keep getting in the way.  I am so ready to get the kids settled and get in a routine, after all  the have been drug around enough.  Hopefully tomorrow morning we will head up there and see what we can do about a routine.  Today was just a pissy day all around and Elijah is becoming impossible to get to sleep at night.  He is use to his daddy putting him to bed, he has been screaming for 2 hours straight and now he is in his bed screaming......I'm about to pull my hair out I don't know what to do for him.  Well I guess that is about it.....hopefully tomorrow will be a better day than today.......I will try not to cry so I don't offend anybody......143&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-3028325071962838320?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3028325071962838320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=3028325071962838320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/3028325071962838320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/3028325071962838320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/scedulewtf-is-that.html' title='Scedule....WTF is That??'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-7587021457704265864</id><published>2008-07-04T23:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T23:34:54.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So not much happened today.....I agree with Stacy.  This is the first time in my life that I have done nothing for the fourth of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;july&lt;/span&gt;.  With Blake being gone I think it would have been too emotional for me. Plus mom worked and with Little Granny being in the hospital this week, I didn't think they would be up for company.  I tried to get Kale and Elijah to do some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sparkelers&lt;/span&gt; but they weren't interested.......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hhhmmmm&lt;/span&gt;  maybe they would have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;preferred&lt;/span&gt; bottle rockets.  I got to chat with Blake online twice today, and Elijah even got to see him on web cam.  I am going to have to try harder to get both he and Kale on a schedule and stick to it or I will end up pulling my hair out.  I am starting to work through my daze and see the light at the end of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tunnel&lt;/span&gt;.....I know there will be hard days ahead, b&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ut&lt;/span&gt; I must keep on trucking for my boys' sake.  Well that is about all......I think I am going to go flip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; stations and relax and then try to get some rest.  Blake I love you honey-stay safe!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-7587021457704265864?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7587021457704265864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=7587021457704265864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/7587021457704265864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/7587021457704265864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-fourth-of-july.html' title='HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY!!'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-6922785305682748387</id><published>2008-07-03T22:36:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:50:22.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SG2d423KQJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HPLOVum3TtY/s1600-h/deployment10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219001143317381266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SG2d423KQJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HPLOVum3TtY/s320/deployment10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures from the deployment. I'm not smart enough to know how to move them around for them to be in order but hey at least I posted pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SG2c1X81dLI/AAAAAAAAACI/nAm76LK9uaA/s1600-h/deployment13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218999983968449714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SG2c1X81dLI/AAAAAAAAACI/nAm76LK9uaA/s320/deployment13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our last hug!!! I want just one more!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SG2cwCfbbmI/AAAAAAAAACA/tg9AeRRMY40/s1600-h/deployment14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218999892308618850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SG2cwCfbbmI/AAAAAAAAACA/tg9AeRRMY40/s320/deployment14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heather, Wyatt, and Nik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SG2co41BkhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kIXjmurrQbU/s1600-h/deployment7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218999769455759890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SG2co41BkhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kIXjmurrQbU/s320/deployment7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nik holding Wyatt and Blake holding Elijah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SG2cewgumjI/AAAAAAAAABw/dpu1EwMkw6w/s1600-h/deployment5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218999595424455218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SG2cewgumjI/AAAAAAAAABw/dpu1EwMkw6w/s320/deployment5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aren't we just cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SG2cWy1w3JI/AAAAAAAAABo/9QFSKkjbNXo/s1600-h/deployment4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218999458610601106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SG2cWy1w3JI/AAAAAAAAABo/9QFSKkjbNXo/s320/deployment4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SG2cNutL_xI/AAAAAAAAABg/fsNKzOYXVac/s1600-h/deployment8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218999302882066194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SG2cNutL_xI/AAAAAAAAABg/fsNKzOYXVac/s320/deployment8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at him trying to be all romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218998776635360210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="278" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SG2bvGSMg9I/AAAAAAAAABY/ySbPh6FQzuY/s320/deployment.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218998067963124482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SG2bF2RkWwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/nf7Nrl6TFs4/s320/deployment2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There we are after first formation.....it was damn early!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-6922785305682748387?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6922785305682748387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=6922785305682748387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/6922785305682748387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/6922785305682748387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SG2d423KQJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HPLOVum3TtY/s72-c/deployment10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-4160956348823684527</id><published>2008-07-03T22:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:20:51.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Phone Call I've Been Waiting For!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So I was tossing and turning around 1am when my phone went off with a text.  It was Heather saying that Nik just called her.....YAY!!!  So of course I waited and waited and nothing at all for me :(  So around 1030 my phone rang with a funky number, I knew it had to be Blake, and it was!!!!!  I can't describe how it felt to finally hear his voice.  True it has only been 2 days, but its not like he is on vacation or something.  So we talked 10 or 15 minutes and it was great.  It made me feel better to hear his voice and know that he is ok......so tonight I was sitting there and I get a text that says get on yahoo messenger......so bit and I walk to them computer and not only did I get to talk to him I got to see him on webcam!!!!  So I put Elijah up on the desk and he started cooeing and swatting at Blake on the screen.  Talk about a bittersweet moment.  Poor thing is going to think his daddy lives in the computer.  So we talked for a few minutes and then he was off to have breakfast......today has been a good day.  I am starting to see that I can do this!!  It will be hard and will come with alot of sleepless nights, but I can do this!!  So tomorrow when everyone is gathered with their families and shooting fireworks, just stop for a moment and send up some good thoughts and prayers for those who are separated from their families.....whether they are in the military or are separated for other reasons.  I miss Blake so much, but I know I can do this!!!  One more day without him here means one more day closer to him coming home....I miss you baby!!  Stay safe!!!!  143&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-4160956348823684527?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4160956348823684527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=4160956348823684527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/4160956348823684527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/4160956348823684527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/phone-call-ive-been-waiting-for.html' title='The Phone Call I&apos;ve Been Waiting For!!!'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-5169791227593923541</id><published>2008-07-02T22:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T23:19:23.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Daze........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;Well well well.....what can I say.  Yesterday(July 1st) sucked big time!!  Blake left for Iraq and I just stood there frozen, in a daze.  The morning began early as we had to be on post for 0550 formation.  After that they ate breakfast.  As we are standing in line Blake realizes he doesn't have an IR flag.  Infra red flag patch that glows under night vision glasses.  So he looks at me and I know that I am about to go search the town for an IR Flag.  He asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nik&lt;/span&gt; if he had one and he didn't, so off Heather and I go.......the places that had them were either sold out or didn't open until 10 which didn't help us because they were leaving at 10.  So we get back in time to talk to the guys for a bit until they had to go draw their weapons.  After that time flew....before I knew it they were lined up for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; formation and then prayer....them  the last second goodbyes...then another formation.  As their name was called they had to board the bus, no kiss, no hug, no nothing............This was probably the single most emotional moment of the day.......I can't explain it.  It was like I wanted to scream no don't go, but what good would that have done.  I stood there clinging to Elijah and when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nik&lt;/span&gt; and Blake got their names called Heather and I just clung to one another................Poor Elijah's head was wet from my tears.  He doesn't understand.  And the worst thing is Blake won't be here to see him take his first steps, say his first word, he will miss all of the first things.  So after the goodbyes it was time for Elijah and I to make the trip back to Arkansas.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;  Elijah was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; good for the trip i only had to stop twice to feed him.  When we got to mom and dad's I saw Kale.  I missed him so very much.  He got up out of his recliner and gave me the biggest, longest hug I think he has ever given me.......its like he was saying mommy everything will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  So I have been walking around in a daze with my phone glued to me, waiting for the first call from Blake........I don't know when that will be, but I hope it is soon.....I need to hear his voice and know he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  I think I got a big 2 hours of sleep last night and I can't eat, if I do it just comes right back up.  The night time is the worst.  Elijah was screaming out of control and I knew he wanted daddy, but I was all he had and he eventually calmed down.  I just want this time to go by smoothly and fast.  I want all of the guys home and safe............I really am disappointed in myself.  I thought I was better prepared for this.  I know I have to start getting out of my daze, my boys need me, but I just don't know what to do.....it will come to me and I will get through this.  I know I can.  I have to.  And when Blake comes home I will be waiting for him.  So, Blake, if you are reading this please stay safe and know that I love you.  I am so proud of you and proud to be your wife..........143&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-5169791227593923541?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5169791227593923541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=5169791227593923541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/5169791227593923541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/5169791227593923541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-daze.html' title='In a Daze........'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-661273814451791782</id><published>2008-06-25T21:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T22:16:02.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerves of Steel.......well kinda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well today was more of the same....packing up and crying.  Today was full of confirmations and double checking that we have all of our ducks in a row.  We had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt; deployment briefing tonight which was boring as hell to say the least.  We learned some new info and I actually made a friend....OK honestly I think we were separated at birth  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;  Hey Heather whoop whoop!!!  Speaking of Heather I saw a poem on her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; page that I am going to acquire for my blog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.  Well that is all for now, because if I keep typing I will get all emotional again and that can't be happening.....peace out and see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt; soon!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is the poem I acquired from Heather's page:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not ready to be on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not ready to spend hours by the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not ready to be a single mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not ready for it to be my dusk when its your dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not ready for all of the tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not ready to face an empty bed for an entire year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not ready for you to miss our son grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not ready to have only pictures to show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not ready for what others have to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not ready for your deployment day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;poem by:&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lashanda&lt;/span&gt; moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and here is another one that I found a little bit ago and put it on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; page and thought I would share it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Silent Ranks&lt;br /&gt;I wear no uniforms, no blues or greens.But, I am in the military, in the ranks rarely seen.I have no rank upon my shoulders. Salutes I do not give.But in the military world is where I live and am rarely seen.I am not in the chain of command, orders I do not give or get.But my husband is the one who does, this I can not forget.I am not the one who fires a weapon, Who puts his life on the line.But my job is just as tough, I’m the one who is always left behind.My husband is a patriot, a brave and pride filled man.And the call to serve his country not all can understand.Behind the lines, I see things needed to keep this country free.My husband makes the sacrifice, but so do my kids and me.I love the man I married. The military is his life.So I pledge to support my hero and stand among the silent ranks known &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;asTHE&lt;/span&gt; MILITARY WIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-661273814451791782?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/661273814451791782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=661273814451791782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/661273814451791782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/661273814451791782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/nerves-of-steelwell-kinda.html' title='Nerves of Steel.......well kinda'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-5132515041341906664</id><published>2008-06-23T22:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T23:00:51.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Begining of Many Hard Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Well today was the first of many hard days to come.  Today was the deployment ceremony and I was so not prepared for the flood of emotions.  Elijah and I walked in to the Army band playing and it scared the hell out of him.  So we walked to the opposite end of the gym and he calmed down a little bit.  I spotted Blake in formation and he pointed me to sit with a girl I have met once....literally once.  So we sat there and tried to listen to the top &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dawgs&lt;/span&gt; talk but you couldn't understand a thing they were saying.  I heard blah blah blah God speed be with you.  They played the National Anthem and I tell you I think this was the first time I heard it that I got emotional.  It was different for me.....for the first time I felt a connection with the Army Wives around me.  We all looked at each other and without saying a word we knew what each other was feeling.  So they were done with the ceremony and we all went out on the gym floor to greet the guys.  Once again Elijah started screaming his head off.  It hit me.....he hadn't seen Blake in his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ACU&lt;/span&gt; hat(the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;camoflauge&lt;/span&gt; baseball cap looking one)  He didn't know who he was.........then it happened.....a glimpse into the future.  I thought this is what it is going to be like when he returns........I almost broke down right then and there.....yes I said ALMOST!!!   Even though I knew this was coming and even though I knew what I was getting into, it doesn't make it any easier.  I HATE I mean HATE to hear people say, I know how you feel my husband was gone for a week last month.  Come on!!!  Give me a f-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; break!!!  I know you are trying to help but seriously it doesn't.  And God help you if you say well you knew what you were getting into.  So now all there is left to do is finish packing up the house and just enjoy what little time I have left with my husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;I always told myself that I would never marry a military man.  Blake asked me a few months back what happened to that.  I said I fell in love.  If this has made me realize one thing it is cling tight to your other half.  Yes, they drive you crazy at times and know how to push your buttons......but think of it like this........when your spouse is pushing yours, some where there is a military spouse wishing theirs could be home to push theirs.  I think a deployment is a true test of a relationship.  I don't know many friendships, let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alonbe&lt;/span&gt; marriages, that could last 15-18 months without seeing or hugging or kissing the one you love.  Just think about how blessed we all are to have love in our lives.......I know I am more blessed than I ever deserve to be.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;I know this was the first of many hard and stressful days to come, but I have to be strong for my boys.......they need me to be strong!  Strong is all I know to be sometimes.  I place my faith and love in the good Lord's hands and I know He will protect all that I love and keep everyone safe.  This coming fourth of July will probably be the hardest for me yet.  Yes, it was hard when my brother was in Iraq, but truth is we aren't that close.  It's different when it is your spouse, your better half.  Just hold the ones you love and thank God that you have them...........I am starting to cry to I am going to pack some boxes and drowned my sorrow in coca cola  :)  I will see you all soon!!!!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;   Just a side note, Kale wasn't with us today because he stayed behind with granny and pop.  He is having a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; time visiting with his daddy, step mother, and sister........I miss him horribly and it feels weird being here without him.  Ryan and Erika have been a big help and have come through for me in the biggest way possible....thank you guys!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-5132515041341906664?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5132515041341906664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=5132515041341906664' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/5132515041341906664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/5132515041341906664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/begining-of-many-hard-days.html' title='The Begining of Many Hard Days'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-4884236963589484518</id><published>2008-06-08T15:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:43:32.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>busy little bees</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Well I know it has been 6 lifetimes since I have posted a blog......I know I know I suck at this.  Today we got the uhaul trailer thingy and are in the process of packing it.  Tomorrow we will head to Arkansas and be staying where the boys and I will be living while Blake is in Iraq.  It is going to be a long exhausting day tomorrow and I am dreading it!!!!  We will be there until around the 22nd and then its back to Oklahoma for Blake, Elijah, and me.  We will come back here and pack the house up and put stuff in storage and see Blake off.  He will leave sometime after that, I can't say online because the Army tells us not to. (Don't ask me just be proud of me for following the rules for once haha)  Well I need to get off here and feed my men and finish packing and write 2 papers....ugh!!!  I will try to post more once we get everything turned on in the village.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-4884236963589484518?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4884236963589484518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=4884236963589484518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/4884236963589484518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/4884236963589484518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/busy-little-bees.html' title='busy little bees'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-1080003762864445385</id><published>2008-04-13T22:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:49:06.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Lazy Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today was a very very lazy day for us. The highlight of the day was finding out that new episodes of Miss Spider's Sunny Patch Friends was on. So the boys played in the floor and watched that while I ironed. Other than that we just spent the day having lots of family time and getting ready for the upcoming week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188941041708352514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SALSYp94xAI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jPiSXMwYxRI/s320/boys+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Elijah watching Kale get his award at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188941776147760146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SALTDZ94xBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RlzgZ2eQP1M/s320/boys+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kale walking to get his award!!!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188942240004228130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SALTeZ94xCI/AAAAAAAAABA/_BIWff0G16w/s320/boys+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Elijah playing in the floor. His onesie says:Face it-it's time to call Grandma :) My bestie Tracy got it for him!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188942794055009330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SALT-p94xDI/AAAAAAAAABI/RVI6zrtR7X0/s320/boys+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kale playing with his fav toy-the pots and pans......don't ask me he has LOVED them for years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-1080003762864445385?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1080003762864445385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=1080003762864445385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/1080003762864445385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/1080003762864445385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-lazy-sunday.html' title='Our Lazy Sunday'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SALSYp94xAI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jPiSXMwYxRI/s72-c/boys+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430515502106195762.post-1929722004255979243</id><published>2008-04-12T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T23:33:25.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>newbie in the house</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;At the urgeing of my friend Amber and my fav sis-in-law, Stacy I have created a page.  It took me 5 million tries to create a friggin password cause it was being stupid!!!!  The page and I had a discussion and as you can see I won!!!!  HA Take that technology!!!!  So here is my attempt to stay connected with the world, although the only people that will look at this will be Amber and Stacy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430515502106195762-1929722004255979243?l=brietzfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1929722004255979243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5430515502106195762&amp;postID=1929722004255979243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/1929722004255979243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430515502106195762/posts/default/1929722004255979243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brietzfamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/newbie-in-house.html' title='newbie in the house'/><author><name>LindseyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731310325810350295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUL0KVIJMnQ/SKUCFDOu7sI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VMWBz6QonK0/S220/deployment5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
