<?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-3067708077665888468</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:12:23.501-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day In The Life of Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-412520104761478648</id><published>2010-03-06T18:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T18:49:04.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing on....</title><content type='html'>Here are the rules for the Over the Top award:&lt;br /&gt;-Answer the questions below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pass it on to five people.&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? On the desk right next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your hair? Is up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your mother? Is in Miami... and I'm totally jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your father? Is with my mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your favorite food? Crab Legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your dream last night? Sadly about how we found Sammy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your favorite drink? Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your dream/goal? To become a Radiologist!!! But for the time being a Radiology Tech:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What room are you in? My Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Your hobby? School HAHAHA Sad I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your fear? Losing my Hubby, Son or anyone in my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Working somewhere doing Radiology!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where were you last night? Went to dinner with my hubby and my son and then came home and did a movie with my hubby so HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Something that you aren't? Organized!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Muffins? They're ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Wish list item? That the next 6 months goes by FAST and SMOOTH. And that I can finish school QUICK!!! Oh and that I get accepted to my program QUICK!!!! No too much on this wish list!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Where did you grow up? Northern Illinois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Last thing you did? Cleaned up from dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What are you wearing?Work out cloths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Your TV? Has sesame st on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Your Pets? SAD subject right now..... Lets just say we are down a pet and LOVING that much more on the one we have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Friends? Only a few who I really consider to be "true"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Your life? Is pretty crazy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Your mood? Ok... for the moment ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Missing Someone? My sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. vehicle? Honda Odyssey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Something you're not wearing?uummmm.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Your favorite store? Wal-Mart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite color?Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. When was the last time you laughed? Its been a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you cried? Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Your best friend? My hubby... And Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. One place that I go to over and over? School and Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Facebook? Addicted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-412520104761478648?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/412520104761478648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=412520104761478648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/412520104761478648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/412520104761478648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2010/03/here-are-rules-for-over-top-award.html' title='Passing on....'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-6998735339454263653</id><published>2010-01-31T15:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T15:35:54.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SO PROUD!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/S2X3tPIExfI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/VQRJ_uPtrOo/s1600-h/tn.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 107px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/S2X3tPIExfI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/VQRJ_uPtrOo/s400/tn.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433020882018944498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you look at the HELO hovering waiting to land on the ship... That is Rob flying... I LOVE this pic!!! I am SO PROUD of him and ALL of the other men and women over there helping others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-6998735339454263653?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/6998735339454263653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=6998735339454263653&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/6998735339454263653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/6998735339454263653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-proud.html' title='SO PROUD!!!'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/S2X3tPIExfI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/VQRJ_uPtrOo/s72-c/tn.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-4900390620442924585</id><published>2010-01-17T23:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T23:44:04.514-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/S1P04h4xMvI/AAAAAAAAAeA/uNlUnQOANpM/s1600-h/17058_259398487627_93535462627_3247208_2075120_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/S1P04h4xMvI/AAAAAAAAAeA/uNlUnQOANpM/s400/17058_259398487627_93535462627_3247208_2075120_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427951227917906674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most may know (or hay maybe even not know) my hubby got shipped off to Haiti on Wednesday. I got a phone call about 10am with Rob saying "Britt I have till 1 to get my stuff packed and get back to base". Yes just 3 hours to pack your stuff say good bye and get back to work. Now mid you we live 30 mins from base so REALLY he only had 2 hours to complete this task at hand. We did it to say the least... because really there isn't any other choice in the matter. We stopped by Robbies school and Robbie has about a 1 min good bye with Daddy and he didn't even know what hit him till after we had left his school. He had a COMPLETE brake down. My poor son felt like the people over in Haiti... Like his WHOLE world just came crashing down, and to a point right now he still feels like that. I took Rob to work so that I could drive his car back home so it was not sitting on base. I just remember walking away from his work thinking to myself... This is when the true test is going to start.... To be honest I LOST it.... I gave myself 5 mins to lose it and then picked myself back up and said to myself its time to be strong. I know you might be reading this and thinking how selfish you are... Losing it just because your husband is going over to help people who are in need and just lost what little they did have. But I lost it for so much more then just the pure and simple fact of my husband leaving... I lost it because I was going to have to go home to my 4 year old son who I knew would be a COMPLETE wreck himself, I lost it because of ALL that my husband was going to endure (even though I knew deep down he was BEYOND excited to be able to go over and do what he calls "Doing God's work"), I lost it because for the first time in my husbands carer he was going to be put in the "danger" zone and I would have NO way of knowing unless I got a knock at my door, I lost it because of the unknown of EVERYONE over in Haiti. I pray day in and day out that God keeps EVERYONE over in Haiti SAFE. I know what they are doing over there IS NOT EASY.... I have been able to have some e-mail contact with Rob since he has left and the things that he shares with me is GUT WRENCHING... You think what you see and hear on the news is sad or bad... Well when you are hearing about it from the eye its self its HEART BREAKING. This will most defiantly be a life changing experience for Rob and ALL the men and women over there helping. I ask that you keep EVERYONE over there in your prayers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as Robbie and I go... Well Robbie is NOT doing well with this at all. He is not use to not being able to talk to daddy at least when he leaves. We just yesterday started getting e-mails from Rob, but he gets frustrated with those sometimes because he can not hear daddy or see him. Even though he does know that it is daddy writing the e-mails. So pray for him too. Another thing that makes it so hard is to know that Daddy is gone now. But when he gets home he is going to be truing around and deploying for 6+ months... So needless to say I have been trying to get him ready for that too. Needless to say we pretty much will not be seeing Rob till the end of the year. Just keep everyone in your prayers. Thanks everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/S1Pz_99MksI/AAAAAAAAAd4/4OY47GuCX1c/s1600-h/17058_257800512627_93535462627_3239337_145372_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/S1Pz_99MksI/AAAAAAAAAd4/4OY47GuCX1c/s400/17058_257800512627_93535462627_3239337_145372_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427950256200127170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/S1P04h4xMvI/AAAAAAAAAeA/uNlUnQOANpM/s1600-h/17058_259398487627_93535462627_3247208_2075120_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/S1P04h4xMvI/AAAAAAAAAeA/uNlUnQOANpM/s400/17058_259398487627_93535462627_3247208_2075120_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427951227917906674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of these photos are taken of Rob's Helo and loading supplies onto it for dropping off to people in need!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-4900390620442924585?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/4900390620442924585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=4900390620442924585&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/4900390620442924585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/4900390620442924585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2010/01/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/S1P04h4xMvI/AAAAAAAAAeA/uNlUnQOANpM/s72-c/17058_259398487627_93535462627_3247208_2075120_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-522620770957455425</id><published>2009-10-31T22:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:19:36.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some food for thought!!</title><content type='html'>I was getting ready to sign into my e-mail account and I saw this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by JJ Virgin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Someday," you say, "I'm going to get my health back on track, after this next project," or "when I get back from my cruise," or "when the kids get a little older" ... C'mon, you know your list of reasons -- or what I call EXCUSES -- better than I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, if you're waiting for some magical day to appear, you just may be waiting forever. These days do not "show up"; you show up for THEM. I have identified five critical areas, bad habits that many people mindlessly follow. Do you realize that each and every day of your life that you do not reverse these dangerous trends, you get farther and farther from your ultimate goal of living a fulfilling life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at each area, determine how you stack up, and then make the fix today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Stealing from sleep: Studies show that a minimum of seven to nine hours of uninterrupted sleep (at night) are essential for health. Sleep is the time when your body repairs and recovers from all of the metabolic processes that your body performs every second. Sleep supports healthy weight management, raises growth hormone, and heals the adrenals. If you are watching TV, working on your PC, or otherwise stimulating yourself so that you are unable to go to sleep by 11 PM, then establish the Power Down Hour and turn to more relaxing activities like baths, light novels, or cuddling with a loved one (or pet!) at least an hour or two before bedtime. Then ... retrain yourself to sleep through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Skipping breakfast: How many times do you find yourself dashing out the door to start your day, only to discover that you forgot to eat? Listen, your body has just "fasted" overnight, and in order to fuel yourself for the day (and lower stress hormones), you must eat a balanced meal that includes proteins, fats, and carbohydrates. Otherwise, your body will turn on itself for fuel, and it isn't fat but muscle that it's going to target ... which will cascade into a very nasty sequence of health consequences that will make you fat, old, and tired before your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Blowing off exercise: If you think you can manage your health and weight through dietary means alone, it won't work. Period. Exercise is crucial for stimulating proper physical and hormonal response necessary for building muscle and bone, burning fat, letting you sleep, keeping you young, giving you energy -- the list is endless. More important is the CORRECT type of exercise, which involves high-intensity interval training, along with resistance workouts. If you can't find 20-30 minutes a day to incorporate these exercises into your life (oh yeah, that is ALL you need, by the way), then you can kiss your health goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Noshing at night: Strapping on the feedbag in the evenings basically signals your body to hold off on burning existing fat stores, raises stress hormones before bedtime, and screws up your body's natural digestive processes at a time when it should be ready to shut down and repair. If you are eating in a hormonally-balanced way during your evening meal, there is absolutely no need to munch afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Not counting your beverages: One of the craziest things I encounter in my work is the lack of consideration of high-calorie, high-sugar drinks in the diet. Yes, those healthy "Jumbo Juices," designer coffee slurpees (hey, they may as well be, given all the sugar in them), and those harmless little cocktails every night, especially those fruit-flavored martini and tequila drinks, can really pack on the pounds in a hurry. Make the switch to healthier options like iced green tea -- or, my favorite, Emergen-C -- for some sparkling mineral replacements that not only satisfy, but also fuel and nourish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if this is not a HELLO WAKE UP CALL for you then YOU just are not ready for a health life style!! I love it when I am down and just not feeling like doing much, I get one of these to pick me up and remind me that I NEED to do SOMETHING....... SO get off your butt, STOP eating your late night snack (especially all that Halloween candy that the kidos just got) AND DO SOMETHING rather then nothing and make an excuses not to or to do it later.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-522620770957455425?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/522620770957455425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=522620770957455425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/522620770957455425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/522620770957455425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-food-for-thought.html' title='Some food for thought!!'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-1745390683132159040</id><published>2009-10-10T09:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T09:28:42.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>So I got a phone call yesterday from Bed Bath and Beyond to come in for an interview. It has been quite some time since I have had a job let alone a job interview. I am beyond nervous and am REALLLLLY hoping that I do get this job. Between me going to school now, Robbies school rates went up and bills in general things are coming down to the niddy griddy. I just want to help start putting forth with our finances. So if all could pray that the job interview goes smoothly and that I would be offered the job and MAYBE even a higher spot other than cashier would be good too. I have worked at BBB before so I know the ins and outs of it but again it has been almost 5 years since working here. Thanks for your prayers I will let you all know how it turns out!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-1745390683132159040?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/1745390683132159040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=1745390683132159040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/1745390683132159040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/1745390683132159040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2009/10/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-6001246379043250451</id><published>2009-10-07T23:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:20:16.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Goal.... One Goal in mind....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/Ss1odwX3vOI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/CqpyTkbEnCM/s1600-h/IMG_0178_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/Ss1odwX3vOI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/CqpyTkbEnCM/s400/IMG_0178_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390079189442870498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/Ss1odIuX70I/AAAAAAAAAdI/izk00DcP-J0/s1600-h/IMG_0179_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/Ss1odIuX70I/AAAAAAAAAdI/izk00DcP-J0/s400/IMG_0179_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390079178799836994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will fit into and be able to zip my own wedding dress BY CHRISTMAS!!!!! It is sad to say or even think that my body is BIGGER then the day I got married. Now I know that for some or most women this is just the same for them... They can not fit into their wedding dresses. Well for those of you who didn't know I was almost 5 yes FIVE months pregnant when I got married so for me this is VERY sad to say. I do know that a HUGE part of the problem is the fact that when I did get married I was in a high B... Low C cup for my bra size but now.. Now I am a BIG D and haven't been able to shake that size even after loosing 15lbs. So with this said I WILL fit into my wedding dress BY CHRISTMAS ZIPPING IT ON MY OWN!!! I am joining you here Hollie on a path to goals!!! This is just the start of mine though more will soon follow this goal!!! Thanks for the good ol' kick in the butt:)  YOU TOO BETH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-6001246379043250451?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/6001246379043250451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=6001246379043250451&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/6001246379043250451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/6001246379043250451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-goal-one-goal-in-mind.html' title='One Goal.... One Goal in mind....'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/Ss1odwX3vOI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/CqpyTkbEnCM/s72-c/IMG_0178_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-4870653433067103403</id><published>2009-08-28T09:59:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:33:02.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSY BUSY BUSY.....</title><content type='html'>Just some of the things we have been up to in the last few weeks:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/Spf4P_dZIKI/AAAAAAAAAcg/JUe4jhxJccs/s1600-h/IMG_2101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/Spf4P_dZIKI/AAAAAAAAAcg/JUe4jhxJccs/s400/IMG_2101.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375037633906417826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A night at the beach for some ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/Spf3-J_WzMI/AAAAAAAAAcY/xMv3TpnQXTs/s1600-h/IMG_2107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/Spf3-J_WzMI/AAAAAAAAAcY/xMv3TpnQXTs/s400/IMG_2107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375037327495580866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ride in Uncle Franks new car (LOVING the fact that he had not top over him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/Spf30N0q3iI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/PPTJhsS8vd0/s1600-h/IMG_2089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/Spf30N0q3iI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/PPTJhsS8vd0/s400/IMG_2089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375037156725808674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playin at the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/Spf3nZKDV6I/AAAAAAAAAcI/vAGHb_yy7WA/s1600-h/IMG_2073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/Spf3nZKDV6I/AAAAAAAAAcI/vAGHb_yy7WA/s400/IMG_2073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375036936429983650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A night of go carts with his cousin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/Spf3ZKXin2I/AAAAAAAAAcA/OHeArkR8Poo/s1600-h/IMG_2060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/Spf3ZKXin2I/AAAAAAAAAcA/OHeArkR8Poo/s400/IMG_2060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375036691941859170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throwing in a little work out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/Spf27mTI7PI/AAAAAAAAAb4/5MmHQIc2-Fk/s1600-h/IMG_2015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/Spf27mTI7PI/AAAAAAAAAb4/5MmHQIc2-Fk/s400/IMG_2015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375036184043515122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Bounce You with a friend that came to visit us for a few weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/Spf2fSXPSMI/AAAAAAAAAbw/ZF4co9xKEnY/s1600-h/IMG_0983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/Spf2fSXPSMI/AAAAAAAAAbw/ZF4co9xKEnY/s400/IMG_0983.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375035697655662786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robbie coloring daddy pics while he was "playing tag with the bad guys" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/Spf2PihH06I/AAAAAAAAAbo/62U9l2frY3c/s1600-h/IMG_0964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/Spf2PihH06I/AAAAAAAAAbo/62U9l2frY3c/s400/IMG_0964.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375035427114177442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robbies first denist visit!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/Spf15VKQEaI/AAAAAAAAAbg/adHgRlNFr-U/s1600-h/IMG_0911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/Spf15VKQEaI/AAAAAAAAAbg/adHgRlNFr-U/s400/IMG_0911.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375035045571465634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robbie with Daddy and Uncle Dan going out on the "boon doggie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/Spf1d9wgadI/AAAAAAAAAbY/m7M6zEkTHRY/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/Spf1d9wgadI/AAAAAAAAAbY/m7M6zEkTHRY/s400/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375034575433001426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robbie shoping for some Birthday party stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All summer long it has been GO GO GO... ALL day EVERYDAY. I cant belive how quick summer went by. Where did the time go? I am now back to school Robbie will be back to school come Sept 8th and hopefully things will be a little more "normal". The last few weeks have been well as you can guess BUSY.... Camping, Birthdays, Birthday partys, family in town..... What can I say it has been a VERY fun summer with LOTS going on:) Heres some photos of updates. I will be posting Robbies Birthday party pics soon:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-4870653433067103403?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/4870653433067103403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=4870653433067103403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/4870653433067103403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/4870653433067103403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2009/08/busy-busy-busy.html' title='BUSY BUSY BUSY.....'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/Spf4P_dZIKI/AAAAAAAAAcg/JUe4jhxJccs/s72-c/IMG_2101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-5722610942128793849</id><published>2009-08-17T18:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T19:10:37.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAY LIL ROO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/Sonxa6UHRrI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/5NiuyLzasGk/s1600-h/IMG_7459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/Sonxa6UHRrI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/5NiuyLzasGk/s400/IMG_7459.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371089475248539314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SonwS48qliI/AAAAAAAAAbI/tJhlzCWg_Ek/s1600-h/IMG_6757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SonwS48qliI/AAAAAAAAAbI/tJhlzCWg_Ek/s400/IMG_6757.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371088237931173410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SonvQFnnqwI/AAAAAAAAAbA/-3ZqgqK9Q60/s1600-h/IMG_8689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SonvQFnnqwI/AAAAAAAAAbA/-3ZqgqK9Q60/s400/IMG_8689.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371087090281327362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day I am losing my lil baby and getting a BIG BOY!! Yes today my lil man turns 4..... I cant believe how quick the time is just FLYING by. It seems like just yesterday I stood up at 1 am and had my water brake and went up stairs to tell Rob that it did so. My Roo is beyond loving... He is a happy medium between mama's boy and daddy's boy. He will tell you like it is yet love you when it hurts!! If you have a good 20 mins don't plan on getting a word in because he is going to use that FULL 20 mins to talk your ear off:) My lil man LOVES to talk to anyone he can:) The stuff he comes up with is beyond me. He's loving, caring, joyful, excited, jumpy, hyper, cuddly and talkative all wrapped up in one:) He is my Robbie Roo and I wouldn't trade him for ANYTHING in the world:) I am so thankful that God and blessed me with my sanity and insanity all wrapped up in one!!!!! I love you Robbie Boy and keep that smile on your face because it keeps me smiling:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-5722610942128793849?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/5722610942128793849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=5722610942128793849&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/5722610942128793849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/5722610942128793849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-day-lil-roo.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAY LIL ROO'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/Sonxa6UHRrI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/5NiuyLzasGk/s72-c/IMG_7459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-5894961455206105660</id><published>2009-07-11T10:07:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T10:16:41.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little update.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SliswHBi-aI/AAAAAAAAAa4/mOzn1K_qcrU/s1600-h/IMG_0668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SliswHBi-aI/AAAAAAAAAa4/mOzn1K_qcrU/s400/IMG_0668.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357221699276437922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SlispVe-jSI/AAAAAAAAAaw/lFK5o3t8mL4/s1600-h/IMG_0663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SlispVe-jSI/AAAAAAAAAaw/lFK5o3t8mL4/s400/IMG_0663.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357221582898892066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/Slisa9PUSaI/AAAAAAAAAao/yRDRv1ihSAQ/s1600-h/IMG_0667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/Sliq6LNoncI/AAAAAAAAAZo/BwDkAf5mcVk/s400/IMG_0589.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357219673176317378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-5894961455206105660?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/5894961455206105660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=5894961455206105660&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/5894961455206105660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/5894961455206105660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-update.html' title='A little update.....'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SliswHBi-aI/AAAAAAAAAa4/mOzn1K_qcrU/s72-c/IMG_0668.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-6310546621232572537</id><published>2009-06-27T10:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T11:00:15.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still kickin</title><content type='html'>Well as you may know by reading my sisters blog that I do indeed have two extra kids!! HERS!!!! It has been fun and different. There has been the downs but the fun times have WAY over done the downs!!! We have gone to the beach, gone to the zoo, the beach for St. Showes, the park for lunch and play time, and a lot more to come!!! Tomorrow we will be hitting the water park with some friends and spending the day there!! All I have to say is it really is a blessing having them here and being able to spend time with them!! It is not often that I do get to see them and to be able to spend the whole month with them is a blessing!! AND the two pounds that I have lost since they have been here too!!! HAHAHA. I will have some pics up of our adventures once I get them down loaded!! We just got our computer back after a week of it taking some vacation time on us:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-6310546621232572537?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/6310546621232572537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=6310546621232572537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/6310546621232572537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/6310546621232572537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2009/06/still-kickin.html' title='Still kickin'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-2491768712452025228</id><published>2009-04-23T16:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:35:16.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My 8's</title><content type='html'>8 things I am looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;8. My Mom Coming down in the end of May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. School to be over (for the summer that is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Chris and Brittany's Wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Kylee and Kasen coming down to stay with me for 2-3 weeks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hollie and Jeremy coming down to visit me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ambers Bridal shower and Wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kevin and Denice's Wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Making it to 4 years of marraige (April 30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I did yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I woke up ;0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Went took Robbie to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Went to school myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Prayed A LOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ran 3 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Went to the mall &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Made dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. And talked with my hubby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I wish/pray:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A miracle would happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My hand would be ok and no tumers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I pray for safe travel for all our weddings we have to travel to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I pray for my Grandma and her back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I would make more hubby and me time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. God to work on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I pray that God keeps my hubby safe while flying and any schooling he is going to have to go to here soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. That everyone would feel God unending love for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 shows I watch: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Real House Wives New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Reba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Fox News&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. John and Kate + 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Wife Swap &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Extream Make Over Home Edition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Everybody Loves Raymond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Army Wives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 people I tag: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one cause everyone has already been taged&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-2491768712452025228?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/2491768712452025228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=2491768712452025228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/2491768712452025228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/2491768712452025228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-8s.html' title='My 8&apos;s'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-7009267591538998212</id><published>2009-03-20T11:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T12:00:45.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Funny</title><content type='html'>So this past week I have had my sis-in-law in town visiting! Well yesterday was a butiful day out so we decided to load the kids up and head to the beach! Well on Tuesday I had my monthly friend visit me so when we stoped by the house after I picked Robbie up from school I greabed a few items that I would need to change. Well I just put them in my back pocket and keept on going. We got to the beach and Robbie decided that he wanted to walk the board walk so we did just that. We where walking and Robbie and I where talking I turned to get the hair out of my face and all of the items that I grabed from the house fell out of my pocket out onto the board walk and started blowing ALL OVER THE PLACE. Right at that point I had a lady run past me and kinda giggle and right as a HUGE group of people started to walk past us I have RObbie saying MOMMY YOUR PULL UP'S ARE BLOWING AWAY I GET THEM FOR YOU!!!!! I couldnt help but just BUST out laughing at that point. You have to love it when you have a 3 year old and they RAT YOU OUT when you are trying to be screative about things!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-7009267591538998212?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/7009267591538998212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=7009267591538998212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/7009267591538998212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/7009267591538998212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-funny.html' title='To Funny'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-6665516777103113494</id><published>2009-03-03T19:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:07:31.084-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>Please pray for me tomorrow. I am going in to meet with a new doctor in this whole infertility  process and am REALLY praying that he is a REAL down to earth type of doctor who isn't going to just blow over my feelings and be all doctory. We just got some news today that Rob's end of the infertility is good it isn't him. I also spoke with my doctor that I have been dealing with up to this point and he has said that my ovary functions are good my prolactin levels are good and back to normal and my MRI went great no problems there. So as of right now there is NO REASON what so ever that we should not be able to get pregnant right now. Well of course maybe God has a different reason and we are just all unaware of it. So just please pray that I like and am comfortable with the new Doctor, he doesn't just push my feelings to the wast side, and that I will fully understand everything that he is going to be explaining to me tomorrow. Also if you could just pray that I do find someone to take Robbie because I REALLY do not want to have to take him to this appt with me tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-6665516777103113494?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/6665516777103113494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=6665516777103113494&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/6665516777103113494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/6665516777103113494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2009/03/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-3822760420296291740</id><published>2009-02-26T10:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T10:40:29.049-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to say Thank You to everyone who posted a Happy Birthday note to me yesterday on Facebook or Myspace!! It really did help make my day that much better!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-3822760420296291740?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/3822760420296291740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=3822760420296291740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/3822760420296291740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/3822760420296291740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-7613620910270320842</id><published>2009-02-18T10:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:12:31.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Military</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SZxBa_dwPQI/AAAAAAAAAZA/citmLCC3zvw/s1600-h/IMG_1854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SZxBa_dwPQI/AAAAAAAAAZA/citmLCC3zvw/s400/IMG_1854.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304186393104235778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robbie with Lindsey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SZxA_lEVjXI/AAAAAAAAAY4/OXkTqKpACSs/s1600-h/IMG_1988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SZxA_lEVjXI/AAAAAAAAAY4/OXkTqKpACSs/s400/IMG_1988.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304185922161839474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trip that we took to Ft.Lauderdale FL to see our husbands while out to sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now know what the biggest thing about Military that I do not like. I HATE when friends of mine move away. See when you first move away from home it is hard because you are leaving your family and friends from home, but the differance with moving away from home and moves in the Military are this. When you move from home you KNOW you can come home and your family and friends are going to be there you can always go see them. But when it comes to Military moves you never know if you are going to see that person or not. You dont know if you are going to ever be stationed together agian. It is hard to become friends with people when you are a Military spouse because you are on the move ever 3-4 years. Well I m sorry I dont know about you but for me it takes a good year and a half to 2 years for me to REALLY feel comfortable with someone and call them a real friends. Well I found a REALLY good friend named Lindsey when we where stationed here (in Virginia)back in 2005-2006. Rob and her hubby where stationed on the same ship together and we where the only two goof balls of wifes standing out by the ship when it was pulling out of port one day. I looked at her she looked at me and we where pretty much insepebal from there on out. We did everything together when our husbands where gone (which was a lot). Well when Rob found out that he was going to be picked up for OCS it broke my heart to know that not only where we moving but now I am moving from my friend AND her husband was going to be deploying (Which Rob was due to too). Well we moved and we stayed in touch. Then Rob finished all of his training and we got word that we where going to be able to move back to Virginia. I was so EXCITED because that ment that I was going to be able to move back to a friend that I have missed so much! Well today that friend of mine is moving back to Texas because her husband is going out on deployment again here soon and he will be getting out soon after his deployment. I am so sad to see her leave but so happy that she will finaly be able to go back home to all the family and friends that she once had to leave. So Lindsey I hope that you have a safe and happy trip home!! GOOD LUCK. I will miss ya Homie!!! XO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-7613620910270320842?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/7613620910270320842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=7613620910270320842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/7613620910270320842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/7613620910270320842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2009/02/military.html' title='The Military'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SZxBa_dwPQI/AAAAAAAAAZA/citmLCC3zvw/s72-c/IMG_1854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-4607038652141757043</id><published>2009-02-08T23:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:15:01.929-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I Told You Yet?</title><content type='html'>That I HEART my Wii Fit!! I just cant get enough of it!! I so far have spent about 30 mins a day with it so far this weekend!! I LOVE IT!!! So much fun!!! I look forward to getting on it in the morning!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-4607038652141757043?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/4607038652141757043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=4607038652141757043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/4607038652141757043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/4607038652141757043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2009/02/have-i-told-you-yet.html' title='Have I Told You Yet?'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-7635688126469998767</id><published>2009-02-07T07:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T07:15:57.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lil Of My Dad</title><content type='html'>This weekend Rob is out of town showing his Helo in FL at an airshow. Well as you guessed it that leaves me with Robbie when he wakes up in the morning. See since Rob gets up around 5 or so every morning (some mornings earlier) sleeping till 7 seems like sleeping in to him, So he lets me sleep till I get up and he gets Robbie. So not this weekend, I get him which is ok except that for some reason (probably because Rob is not home) I could NOT fall a sleep last night. I think I finally drifted off around 3 or so. Robbie some how wound up in my bed last night along with my two dogs, needless to say it was NOT a good night. Robbie decided that he was going to get up at 7:30 (Fine had I not gotten to bed at 3) and say to me "Mommy I see the sun that means time to get up". "Ok Robbie just give mommy a few mins". "NO Mommy time to get up now, Look the big blanket is starting to come off of you, I take it away". All I could say was OH HECK NO AL JR, I am a grown women now, I am suppose to be pulling the covers off of you Robbie Boy. You see my Dad would pull the blankets off of us when we where younger and didn't get out of bed when he tried to wake us up. Here my 3 year old son is pulling a dad on me!!! Just thought that I would maybe help you all start your weekend off with a little laugh!! Get out and enjoy the weekend I hear it is suppose to warm up a little bit!!! WHOOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-7635688126469998767?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/7635688126469998767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=7635688126469998767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/7635688126469998767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/7635688126469998767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2009/02/lil-of-my-dad.html' title='A Lil Of My Dad'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-2591524263459292333</id><published>2009-02-04T12:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:22:26.027-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MRI</title><content type='html'>Well a little up date not much but a little. I was able to get up on Monday morning and call for my MRI apt. Low and behold I was able to get one of the two last apt for the month of February. The next available apt would have been in mid March. So Monday I got in and THANK YOU GOD Rob was able to go with me and an even BIGGER THANKS to GOD Rob was able to be in the room with me while I was getting the MRI done!! He couldn't do much other than hold my hand but it was still nice to know that he was in there with me! I had 4 different sets of tests done. Two with just me ( I had to redo my 2nd one because Rob was making faces to relax me a little and I smiled to much so those images where blurry. Then the 2nd round of my MRI they put a die into my through IV to get a better contrast or something like that. So 45 mins later and a HUGE bruise on my arm from the IV I am stuck waiting for my MRI results to come back. I e-mailed the Doc that I have been dealing with and am just waiting for a reply. So that is what little update I have for now. Just pray that my MRI results come back soon!! Oh and tomorrow I go in for the procedure where they insert die into my ovaries to see if they are clogged or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-2591524263459292333?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/2591524263459292333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=2591524263459292333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/2591524263459292333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/2591524263459292333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2009/02/mri.html' title='MRI'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-1925364032316419604</id><published>2009-01-30T21:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T07:17:19.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where We Are At Now</title><content type='html'>Well as most of you already know (from reading my blog) Rob and I have started infertility testing. Well this past Wednesday I went in to get my blood drawn for the start of it all. Well on Thursday as I was cleaning the house Robbie ran up to me and told me that daddy was on my cell phone. I took the phone from him and said hey babe whats up? Needless to say it wasn't my babe it was the Dr. that is helping me through all of my testings. He was calling because he had my blood results back in. To me that was really fast but hey I was happy yet scared to find out that he had them back already. So he started off with well your ovarie and thyroid functions are normal but your pro-lactation level is high. The normal limit for this is 20 and nothing higher. Mine was at a 71 Anything higher means that there could be a possible brain tumor on my pituitary gland. So with that said, I am a sitting duck for today and the rest of the weekend and can call and see if Tri-Care has approved my referral the Doctor has put in for me to get an MRI on Monday. IF there is a brain tumor it is treated with medication to help the tumor shrink. The medication will help reduce the size of the tumor and lower my levels of prolactin and maybe make it easier to get pregnant. So as I sit right now, Call for MRI apt on Monday and I also have to go back in and get my blood drawn AGAIN (I passed out with my last one I just had done, they took 5 viles of blood from me people)then on Friday I have an HSG apt at 10:30 with them putting the die into my ovaries to see if they are clogged or not. So I am hoping to make the MRI apt for the same day so I can get it all done and over with in the same day. Just pray for a peace of mind over the weekend for me. Part of me wishes that the doctor just kept the blood tests to himself till Monday and then called me with ever thing when I could have done something about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just REALLY want to Thank EVERYONE who has either e-mailed me or called me to check up on me and see how everything is going. It REALLY does mean A LOT to me to know that I have people who care and are thinking and praying for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-1925364032316419604?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/1925364032316419604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=1925364032316419604&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/1925364032316419604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/1925364032316419604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-we-are-at-now.html' title='Where We Are At Now'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-6749302323424635761</id><published>2009-01-27T12:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T13:57:48.571-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It starts tomorrow</title><content type='html'>For almost 2 years now I guess you could say Rob and I have been trying to have another baby. Well I have started the process with going into the doctor for my starter appointment where he gets to know me and our situation and history. Well yesterday I started my period and this is when the start of all my testing has to be done. I have to get my blood drawn tomorrow (Beth I SO wish I had you around to do this.) I have a HUGE fear of needles, and for some reason I only get the people who have NO CLUE onto what they are doing. I am the test dumby for the military when it comes to have blood drawn. Then on Thursday February 5th I will have a procedure done where I have a die put into my ovaries to see if they are open. I just pray that everything is going to be ok. I will let you know how it all goes when I find out! PLEASE PRAY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-6749302323424635761?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/6749302323424635761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=6749302323424635761&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/6749302323424635761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/6749302323424635761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-starts-tomorrow.html' title='It starts tomorrow'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-6444439302486356100</id><published>2009-01-22T21:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:16:02.149-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Randoms</title><content type='html'>1. I LOVE carmex. Whenever I have chaped lips they will no longer be chaped within a day of using Carmex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I HATE folding white cloths. I really dont mind folding colored cloths but HATE folding whites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I for the life of me cant not go to bed before 11 pm. I dont know what it is but 9 times out of 10 I am not tired till then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I cant sleep with less then two pilliows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I LOVE the show Army Wives. It is pretty much the only show I watch. Oh and by the way Beth I Like to watch The Dog too.!! Its pretty cool how he is all bad @$$ with them and then on the way to jail he is like there dad and turning their life around. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have to take my showers at night now. I use to have to take them in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I am not that great of a decorator. I would LOVE to hire one to come into my house and do it for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I have ALWAYS wanted to be picked to be on the show What Not To Wear (Once I loss my weight so that I can get $5,000 in free cloths!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I HATE HATE HATE the N word when talking about black people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I have a bag of Joey's stuff and I go through it EVERY day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-6444439302486356100?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/6444439302486356100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=6444439302486356100&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/6444439302486356100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/6444439302486356100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2009/01/few-randoms.html' title='A Few Randoms'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-7067532993581065589</id><published>2009-01-14T11:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:17:47.967-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Back Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SW4eBT9a9HI/AAAAAAAAAYI/6JzfcOhvB-A/s1600-h/ShowLetter%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SW4eBT9a9HI/AAAAAAAAAYI/6JzfcOhvB-A/s400/ShowLetter%5B5%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291199620093506674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my Robbie Roo when he was spending the day with a Friend of mine. I just cant belive how time is going by with my lil man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-7067532993581065589?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/7067532993581065589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=7067532993581065589&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/7067532993581065589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/7067532993581065589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2009/01/way-back-day.html' title='Way Back Day'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SW4eBT9a9HI/AAAAAAAAAYI/6JzfcOhvB-A/s72-c/ShowLetter%5B5%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-8667525892619838481</id><published>2009-01-11T20:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:54:18.448-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slim Down Sunday</title><content type='html'>Is on my "Health Blog" Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;http://brittswillpower.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-8667525892619838481?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/8667525892619838481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=8667525892619838481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/8667525892619838481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/8667525892619838481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2009/01/slim-down-sunday.html' title='Slim Down Sunday'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-90449291185346033</id><published>2009-01-05T05:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T05:25:36.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>Well we are finally back in Virginia. We got back on Saturday around 3ish. Part of me is happy to be home and get back into our routine of things but, I was loving being able to be home with my side of the family. The older Robbie gets it seems like the less we are able to get out there because of him starting school now and also now I will be starting school. Well what I can say about my trip was it was nice being able to take a few weeks off from the old grind stone and spend it having breakfast with my Dad and shopping with my Mom, Baking our Christmas cookies with the girls (Oh wait Rob got to help in on this one, Thanks babe for undoing all our kisses and hugs!!!) playing the Wii with Hollie and Jeremy (total BLAST), Going to the car museum with Kylee and Kasen, also going to the Out Back with Alicia, Jori, Allie and Amber!! Taking Robbie to a farm so he could see all the cows and tractors with my Dad and Brad, Getting a night out with my hubby for New Years Eve (THANK YOU HOLLIE) And best but not least being able to all be together for the Holidays. I cant wait to be able to come back "home" again in June!! I miss you all back home and love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-90449291185346033?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/90449291185346033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=90449291185346033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/90449291185346033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/90449291185346033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2009/01/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-5125963908420454287</id><published>2008-12-30T21:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T21:57:41.708-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Back Day</title><content type='html'>I was going through old photos on my parents computer and came across this one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SVrtVb-QosI/AAAAAAAAAYA/f_gGehjDi0s/s1600-h/IMG_0610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SVrtVb-QosI/AAAAAAAAAYA/f_gGehjDi0s/s400/IMG_0610.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285798065214628546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to get the kids but my parents dog Boomer decided HEY I want to be in the pic!!! HAHA I just busted out laughing when I saw this pic!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-5125963908420454287?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/5125963908420454287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=5125963908420454287&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/5125963908420454287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/5125963908420454287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/12/way-back-day.html' title='Way Back Day'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SVrtVb-QosI/AAAAAAAAAYA/f_gGehjDi0s/s72-c/IMG_0610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-3765614237993480389</id><published>2008-12-25T23:40:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:54:34.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW BLOG!!!</title><content type='html'>I have started a new blog for myself. It is going to be all about my ups and downs with my new journey to losing weight, excising more, and training for a 13.1 mile run in Oct 2009. For the first time I am not going to pull anymore punches with myself. If I cant be honest with myself anymore then who can I be honest with. I decided to do this new blog so everyone can see where I am at and so that I can also look back on this new path and see just how far I have come. Also so I can see where I have fallen. I want to be encouraged but also told the truth to. No hard feeling only honesty and encouragement!! I am very much looking forward to this new road that I am going to be starting for myself, my husband and my son and all my friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/healthy" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="healthy zone logo Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i428.photobucket.com/albums/qq2/yayanahdiat/healthy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of my new blog is:&lt;br /&gt;What Goes Up IS Coming DOWN&lt;br /&gt;http://brittswillpower.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-3765614237993480389?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/3765614237993480389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=3765614237993480389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/3765614237993480389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/3765614237993480389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-blog.html' title='NEW BLOG!!!'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-2867729788875946594</id><published>2008-12-23T22:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:01:36.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Back....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SVHB2qFsFhI/AAAAAAAAAXw/d0jQVSmUKmA/s1600-h/IMG_2526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283216982637549074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SVHB2qFsFhI/AAAAAAAAAXw/d0jQVSmUKmA/s400/IMG_2526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SVHBspg8h3I/AAAAAAAAAXo/-Hc2fIIXb_c/s1600-h/IMG_2522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283216810684745586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SVHBspg8h3I/AAAAAAAAAXo/-Hc2fIIXb_c/s400/IMG_2522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday. Ok so maybe it wasn't too way back but it seems like forever ago. Kasen was just turning 3 and Robbie was just turning 1. It is hard to believe that Robbie is now 3 and Kasen is 5. I am just thrown back by this.&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/3067708077665888468-2867729788875946594?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/2867729788875946594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=2867729788875946594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/2867729788875946594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/2867729788875946594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/12/way-back.html' title='Way Back....'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SVHB2qFsFhI/AAAAAAAAAXw/d0jQVSmUKmA/s72-c/IMG_2526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-8119078120049660478</id><published>2008-12-16T20:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:55:58.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking baking with Robbie for School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SUhondMX0YI/AAAAAAAAAXY/0K6H_loUUBY/s1600-h/IMG_6202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280585590152614274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SUhondMX0YI/AAAAAAAAAXY/0K6H_loUUBY/s400/IMG_6202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SUhonL6cxQI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ynh01VR5GeM/s1600-h/IMG_6191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280585585514038530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SUhonL6cxQI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ynh01VR5GeM/s400/IMG_6191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SUhom3w7VzI/AAAAAAAAAXI/TxJjM2B8x88/s1600-h/IMG_6190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280585580105389874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SUhom3w7VzI/AAAAAAAAAXI/TxJjM2B8x88/s400/IMG_6190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SUhomWqYfMI/AAAAAAAAAXA/yNa7cOFlI78/s1600-h/IMG_6187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280585571219569858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SUhomWqYfMI/AAAAAAAAAXA/yNa7cOFlI78/s400/IMG_6187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SUholwXevGI/AAAAAAAAAW4/aKl8sHNxBjw/s1600-h/IMG_6185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280585560939740258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SUholwXevGI/AAAAAAAAAW4/aKl8sHNxBjw/s400/IMG_6185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight Robbie and I baked some cookies for his school!!&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/3067708077665888468-8119078120049660478?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/8119078120049660478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=8119078120049660478&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/8119078120049660478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/8119078120049660478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/12/cooking-baking-with-robbie-for-school.html' title='Cooking baking with Robbie for School'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SUhondMX0YI/AAAAAAAAAXY/0K6H_loUUBY/s72-c/IMG_6202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-4602436036319837055</id><published>2008-12-14T21:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:39:43.588-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Worried</title><content type='html'>So tomorrow (Monday) I finally get to go into the Doc's and start my process of trying to find out why Rob and I have not and can not for the life of us get pregnant. We have been fighting tooth and nail for about 6-8 months now to get an apt like this. You see in the military I cant just call and say I would like to see this kind of doctor for this kind of problem. I have to go from one doctor to the next to see if the can fix my problem. But you see the problem is, is one doctor to the next doesn't feel like putting the time and the effort into someone who has a problem who would take them more the 10 mins to try and fix so they tell you to wait a few more months and make another apt. at which time you have to start from the bottom of the latter again. Well I have finally hit a doc who realizes that hey this girl really might have something wrong with her lets get her into a doctor who deals with this kind of stuff and get the ball rolling. So with that said tomorrow morning at 9:30ish (8:30 ish central time) I will be seeing a doctor who specializes in my area of problem. Please pray that everything goes smoothly and that I don't just get passed from one person to the next. That I am dealing with a women. That I don't have an emotional brake down walking trough the doors (this is the same hospital that I went to when everything started with the loss of Joey and I am having a hard time dealing with that in its self right now, for some reason when the holidays come not having Joey around hits me hard). And last but not least that I get some type of answers out of all of this.&lt;br /&gt;Part of me is scared to death that I am going to walk out of there tomorrow and they are going to tell me that Mrs. Razzano you can no longer have kids. Now if that is what it is then that is what it is. Are they going to have answers like that on just the first day I don't know probably not but for some reason that is a HUGE fear of mine. That would crush me and Rob. We both so badly just want to have at least one more kid. We want Robbie to have that little brother or sister that he is always asking for now (expecally now that he gets a little bit of what happened to Joey).  I don't know, now I am rambling. I am putting this in the Lords hands where it was in the first place and trusting him. He has the pen and is writing our life's stories. He is the author of my life NOT me or the Doctors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-4602436036319837055?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/4602436036319837055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=4602436036319837055&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/4602436036319837055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/4602436036319837055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/12/worried.html' title='Worried'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-2209040877848443910</id><published>2008-12-06T10:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T10:36:18.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Question Of The Day?</title><content type='html'>How do you keep a 3 year old who has 4 stitches above his right eye to NOT RUN AROUND? Nothing for nothing but I don't mind him running around but now that Robbie has stitches above his eye I am freaking out that he might fall and bust them open or that one of the dogs is going to hit him the wrong way when he is playing with them. WHAT DO I DO????? I DO NOT want to have to see him put into a straight jacket like thing again and numbed and have to have new ones put in. I tell him ALL DAY LONG if you brake them you will have to go through everything ALL OVER AGAIN, but it just doesn't fase him and he keeps going back to what he was doing before..... What am I to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-2209040877848443910?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/2209040877848443910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=2209040877848443910&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/2209040877848443910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/2209040877848443910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/12/question-of-day.html' title='Question Of The Day?'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-2015946205057774676</id><published>2008-12-02T21:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:12:14.978-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little update</title><content type='html'>Well we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; starting to settle a little bit more into our new house but still have a VERY long way to go with all the unpacking! A little up date on what has been going on here, Robbie started his very first day of preschool yesterday and LOVES it. He actually looks forward to going to bed now so he can get up and go to "cool" (school) the next morning. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what I am going to do when Saturday and Sunday roll around! I on the other hand am at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;complete&lt;/span&gt; loss from 9am till 12:30pm (the hours that he is in school). For right now I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;using&lt;/span&gt; it as some much lets get some unpacking done time. Today I went to the doctor. Rob and I have decided that we have been trying for a year and a half now to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt; and it is NOT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;happing&lt;/span&gt; (even trying EVERYTHING under the sun to do so) so I am going to go and see a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;specialist&lt;/span&gt; to see if there is something wrong with me. So if you could all be in prayer for that. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;apt&lt;/span&gt; for that right now,  I have to wait 48 hours from today to call and make that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;apt&lt;/span&gt;. I am hoping that I can get seen or the ball rolling at least before we leave for IL for Christmas vacation. Other then that we have just been enjoying our new house very much!! I will have some pics up soon of the new place after I have time to put some stuff up on our walls!! and it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; so messy with all the stuff of being unpacked!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-2015946205057774676?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/2015946205057774676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=2015946205057774676&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/2015946205057774676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/2015946205057774676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-update.html' title='A little update'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-5694867521125303016</id><published>2008-11-30T20:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:59:41.752-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome home</title><content type='html'>Ok well I am back!! I am FINALY in my new house (the one that I have posted about) and am LOVING every min of it (Ok except the every min of unpacking). It is good to be back up and running again!! Hopefully NO MORE MOVES for at least another 3 to 9 years!! So if ya'll would like somewhere to come and visit there is more then enough room here at the Razzano's Inn!! HAHA. Hope everyone had a VERY good Thanksgiving and LOTS of fun shoping for Christmas!! NOW we can get into the Christmas mood!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-5694867521125303016?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/5694867521125303016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=5694867521125303016&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/5694867521125303016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/5694867521125303016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/11/welcome-home_30.html' title='Welcome home'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-3499888535043073800</id><published>2008-11-19T15:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:08:12.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM READY ALREADY</title><content type='html'>It seems like forever ago that we singed the papers to put a bid in on our new house. In 7 days we will be new home owners again. I CANT wait for this. I am to the point of BURSTING to be able to get into my OWN house. I just want my own kitchen back with my own cooking stuff. My own bed room with my own bed. For Robbie to have his own bed with his own room and with his own toys to play with. I am ready to just be able to walk through the door of my own house at night. And last but not least I am ready to be able to have my own routine of doing things back.  So here is to 7 days and counting. Well maybe we will just say 6 because today is almost over! Also Robbie is officially going to be starting school on Dec 1st! YEAAAHH He is so excited to be doing this and I myself will be starting as a part time student going 5 days a week starting Jan 12th!! We will all be pretty busy come Jan but it will all be worth it!! I cant wait to start our own routines!! I am learning that I am a routine type of person and this is all really starting to get to me:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-3499888535043073800?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/3499888535043073800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=3499888535043073800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/3499888535043073800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/3499888535043073800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-ready-already.html' title='I AM READY ALREADY'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-2488560703528124211</id><published>2008-11-14T11:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:52:24.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Blooper</title><content type='html'>...... Today our beloved fish blooper has kicked the bucket. I don't know how to tell Robbie this because he got the fish because he was a VERY good boy one weekend and this was his reward for being SO GOOD. I don't want him to think that since his fish died that it was some type of punishment to him for some reason. So to you blooper I hope you are happy in fishy heaven. Blooper lived through several water changes, Robbie feeding him a BRAND new jar of fish flakes, a move from FL to VA and while making that move Robbie broke his little travel house and so we had to make him a new house out of a soda bottle, and finally blooper survived a leap out of his water bowel from the kitchen counter to kitchen floor and flopped around till Robbie found him and thought that he was a spider on the kitchen floor (this was about a week and a half ago so no this was not the cause of bloopers death). The cause of death is due to the fact of water bowl cleaning and he did not like the water because my friend cleaned her fishes bowl yesterday too and ummm... yep you guessed it we have 2 dead fisheys on our hands and 2 kids to brake the very sad news too. Well I don't know if it is so much sad news to my friend but to me it was kinda sad. Blooper was the kind of fish who got REALLY excited when you came to his bowl he was a happy fish from what I could tell. Oh well what are you going to do? So I think that after the Holidays when we are back home and we can take care of our fishey we will get a new one (Give us a little bit of time to remember Blooper) hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-2488560703528124211?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/2488560703528124211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=2488560703528124211&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/2488560703528124211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/2488560703528124211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/11/rip-blooper.html' title='RIP Blooper'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-277664183567718474</id><published>2008-11-12T15:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:20:10.221-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas?</title><content type='html'>Ok So we have been going to the mall a lot lately and I have noticed here and there that some stores are decorating for Christmas earlier then usual. Well last night I made a  VERY late trip to Walmart and while there I noticed that I was singing along to a Christmas song. I stoped dead in my tracks and said to myself " I haven't even eaten Thanksgiving dinner yet" I think it is REALLY sad that it seems like we are just by passing Thanksgiving to get right to a "money spending" Holiday. I think stores are just getting everyone in the mood of Christmas so that they start spending money sooner. I m sorry but I just CAN NOT get into the mood of Christmas till at least the day after Thanksgiving.  Is anyone else noticing this? And if you are does it bother you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-277664183567718474?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/277664183567718474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=277664183567718474&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/277664183567718474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/277664183567718474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas.html' title='Christmas?'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-4874535346469485656</id><published>2008-11-06T14:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:28:13.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SRNTDTSBAOI/AAAAAAAAAWw/KG3fU6_Ot1c/s1600-h/house+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265643705506791650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SRNTDTSBAOI/AAAAAAAAAWw/KG3fU6_Ot1c/s400/house+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SRNS44UlLuI/AAAAAAAAAWo/jziFixb8FHg/s1600-h/house+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265643526471102178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SRNS44UlLuI/AAAAAAAAAWo/jziFixb8FHg/s400/house+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am proud to say that we got the house!!! We are SO EXCITED!! This ALL is truly an answered prayer!! With what we walked away with and how much we spent, I REALLY FEEL Blessed. We make our last a final move (so Hollie maybe you can put our address in ink HAHA) on November 25th for at least 3-4 years!!! I cant wait to be in the same house and not have to worry about where we are going to be moving to next. Also there is a chance that we could just stick out the rest of Rob's carrier here, EVEN BETTER!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know why one of the pics is small and the other is big but hey you get the pic!!&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/3067708077665888468-4874535346469485656?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/4874535346469485656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=4874535346469485656&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/4874535346469485656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/4874535346469485656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/11/welcome-home.html' title='Welcome Home'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SRNTDTSBAOI/AAAAAAAAAWw/KG3fU6_Ot1c/s72-c/house+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-6863974692237857082</id><published>2008-11-04T21:16:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:27:22.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Coming.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SRERf2N0_qI/AAAAAAAAAWg/NXzVqdK6nfo/s1600-h/house+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265008678199951010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SRERf2N0_qI/AAAAAAAAAWg/NXzVqdK6nfo/s400/house+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SRERYCXpzvI/AAAAAAAAAWY/JmJeEXqLveQ/s1600-h/house+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265008544023432946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SRERYCXpzvI/AAAAAAAAAWY/JmJeEXqLveQ/s400/house+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that it has been a VERY long time since I have posted but we dont have our own computer right nw and I dont have much to write about other then HOUSE HUNTING. Well that is what we have been doing for 3 days straight. Well HOPEFULLY it will ALL come to an end tomorrow. We are going to look at a house tomorrow that we are liking VERY MUCH. PLEASE pray that we do get this house (provided that we like it we have only seen the outside and pics of the inside). Lets just say we would be walking into this house with about $100,000 in equity!! The city appraises it at over $400,000 and the lady is wanting $349,000 for it but will take $299,000 for it!!! WE ARE SO EXCITED. Just pray that if this is the house for us that it will be shown tomorrow morning at 8 am!! here are a few pics of the place&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265008435307218578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SRERRtXsBpI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Gk3c4VWH6mo/s400/house+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some other things that we have been up to are just catching up with some friends that we havent seen in a while and Robbie trick or treating. I have some pics on my phone BUT am still trying to figure this thing out. Robbie was 2 things this year. We started out as a knight and shinning armor but his costume was a little TOO small. So we changed to a fire fighter. He LOVED being a fire fighter. Well till tomorrow I will update on the out come of "our" house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-6863974692237857082?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/6863974692237857082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=6863974692237857082&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/6863974692237857082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/6863974692237857082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/11/long-coming.html' title='Long Coming.....'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SRERf2N0_qI/AAAAAAAAAWg/NXzVqdK6nfo/s72-c/house+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-241669642301322896</id><published>2008-10-28T08:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T08:38:53.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CHECK THE HALLOWEEN CANDY</title><content type='html'>Please send this message to everyone you know that has kids who are going to be going out for Halloween! With Halloween fast approaching comes a warning to parents and kids regarding Sherwood brand Pirate's Gold milk chocolate coins imported from China . The Canadian Food Inspection Agency is warning the public not to eat, distribute or sell the candy. It is sold across Canada by Costco and may also have been sold in bulk packages or as individual pieces at various dollar and bulk stores. The chocolate contains melamine which is the same chemical responsible for killing several babies in China , and sickening thousands more.   &lt;a title="http://www.snopes.com/food/warnings/coins.asp" href="http://www.snopes.com/food/warnings/coins.asp" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.snopes.com/food/warnings/coins.asp&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Sherwood Brands' Pirate's Gold Premium Milk Chocolate Coins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this e-mail 3 times today within a half hour. SO with that said I thought that it would be a good idea to maybe put a post out about it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-241669642301322896?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/241669642301322896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=241669642301322896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/241669642301322896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/241669642301322896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/10/check-halloween-candy.html' title='CHECK THE HALLOWEEN CANDY'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-7038030068810752281</id><published>2008-10-17T14:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T14:50:35.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Checking Out</title><content type='html'>So after today I dont know when the next time I will be on here. I am hoping that it is no later then Monday or Tuesday, But we will see. So for now have a good and safe fun weekend and the next time I write to you all I will be in good ol' Virginia Beach VA!!!!! I can not wait to see what this road trip brings. So far it has brought a VERY late start on the packing of the truck, a bed time of 2AM this morning and a rise of 7AM, and a check out process that is taking a little longer then to be expected. So needless to say we are going to get out of here today I just dont know what time that will be. Talk to you all on the other side of the road!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-7038030068810752281?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/7038030068810752281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=7038030068810752281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/7038030068810752281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/7038030068810752281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/10/checking-out.html' title='Checking Out'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-8722416501832757994</id><published>2008-10-15T16:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:43:34.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulling Chalks</title><content type='html'>So after thinking and being told that we will not be leaving till Oct 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; we where just informed this afternoon that we will now be leaving ON FRIDAY!! LOTS to do still but I am really just looking forward to getting to Virginia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; and starting things up there! So if I am not on here for awhile that is because I will be on the road and unpacking and doing all the good stuff that comes with moving!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-8722416501832757994?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/8722416501832757994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=8722416501832757994&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/8722416501832757994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/8722416501832757994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/10/pulling-chalks.html' title='Pulling Chalks'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-8120571848314070949</id><published>2008-10-15T08:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T08:54:23.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SPX0hKP2tmI/AAAAAAAAAWE/N18LmkQ3l9Y/s1600-h/Joey+tag.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257376990548637282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SPX0hKP2tmI/AAAAAAAAAWE/N18LmkQ3l9Y/s400/Joey+tag.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SPX0Yuvnp-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/xVZotRTpunM/s1600-h/Joey3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257376845726722018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SPX0Yuvnp-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/xVZotRTpunM/s400/Joey3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I remember my baby Joey. I miss him, love him, and want to hold him more then ever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; today. All I have to hold onto are the memories that I have of holding him in my belly. Today I remember and pray for all the family and friends that have lost their babies that are now in the arms of Jesus. That is the BEST place that anyone one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; a baby could be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I am praying for:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hollie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bonnie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mindy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I have forgotten you PLEASE let me know so I can pray for you today too.&lt;br /&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/3067708077665888468-8120571848314070949?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/8120571848314070949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=8120571848314070949&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/8120571848314070949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/8120571848314070949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/10/remember.html' title='Remember......'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SPX0hKP2tmI/AAAAAAAAAWE/N18LmkQ3l9Y/s72-c/Joey+tag.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-1793056897968811084</id><published>2008-10-14T09:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T09:37:35.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are the rules:I have to answer the following questions with one word answers and one word only!Then I must pass it on to seven others.The questions are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Where is your cell phone? Missing&lt;br /&gt;2.Where is your significant other? Court&lt;br /&gt;3.Your hair color? Blond&lt;br /&gt;4.Your mother? Loving&lt;br /&gt;5.Your father? Leader&lt;br /&gt;6.Your favorite thing? Family&lt;br /&gt;7.Your dream last night? Nothing&lt;br /&gt;8.Your dream/goal? Motherhood&lt;br /&gt;9.The room you're in? Computer&lt;br /&gt;10.Your hobby? Running&lt;br /&gt;11.Your fear? Loss&lt;br /&gt;12.Where do you want to be in 6 years? Happy&lt;br /&gt;13.Where were you last night? Out&lt;br /&gt;14.What you're not? Skiny&lt;br /&gt;15.One of your wish list items? Healthyness&lt;br /&gt;16.Where you grew up? Illinois&lt;br /&gt;17.The last thing you did? Photos&lt;br /&gt;18.What are you wearing? PJ's&lt;br /&gt;19.Your t.v.? On&lt;br /&gt;20.Your pet? 3&lt;br /&gt;21.Your computer? Nice&lt;br /&gt;22.Your mood? Sick&lt;br /&gt;23.Missing someone? Yes&lt;br /&gt;24.Your car? gone&lt;br /&gt;25.Something you're not wearing? Socks&lt;br /&gt;26.Favorite store? Walmart&lt;br /&gt;27.Your summer? Short&lt;br /&gt;28.Love someone? Always&lt;br /&gt;29.Favorite color? Blue&lt;br /&gt;30.Last time you laughed? Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;31.Last time you cried? Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know who else to send this to or ask to do because Steph took all the people I would have sent it too. So I guess I will just read yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-1793056897968811084?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/1793056897968811084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=1793056897968811084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/1793056897968811084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/1793056897968811084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/10/here-are-rulesi-have-to-answer.html' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-8396049754443412194</id><published>2008-10-13T15:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:48:22.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit More Of The Winging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SPOxDN4748I/AAAAAAAAAV0/GQ_vjsF_rVY/s1600-h/IMG_5895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256739858897691586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SPOxDN4748I/AAAAAAAAAV0/GQ_vjsF_rVY/s400/IMG_5895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SPOwQyVgKwI/AAAAAAAAAVs/7nNJmp7KqkI/s1600-h/IMG_5893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256738992507857666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SPOwQyVgKwI/AAAAAAAAAVs/7nNJmp7KqkI/s400/IMG_5893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3067708077665888468-8396049754443412194?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/8396049754443412194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=8396049754443412194&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/8396049754443412194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/8396049754443412194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-bit-more-of-winging.html' title='A Little Bit More Of The Winging'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SPOxDN4748I/AAAAAAAAAV0/GQ_vjsF_rVY/s72-c/IMG_5895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-996919411591762111</id><published>2008-10-13T15:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:25:35.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Done And Over With It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SPOs5p_uH2I/AAAAAAAAAVk/Wq8qGWW6i1E/s1600-h/IMG_5809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256735296597139298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SPOs5p_uH2I/AAAAAAAAAVk/Wq8qGWW6i1E/s400/IMG_5809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The soft patches of all the people winging with Rob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SPOsLJiRN7I/AAAAAAAAAVc/YYQ1n9yaJmU/s1600-h/IMG_5846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256734497609693106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SPOsLJiRN7I/AAAAAAAAAVc/YYQ1n9yaJmU/s400/IMG_5846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FULL force punch to make sure the soft patch wing is on (Rob has some soreness STILL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SPOr46VF8XI/AAAAAAAAAVU/i2r287JCvVY/s1600-h/IMG_5845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256734184290251122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SPOr46VF8XI/AAAAAAAAAVU/i2r287JCvVY/s400/IMG_5845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the guy who toughed Rob how to fly the helicopter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well the weekend is done and over with. Rob is winged, family has all gotten home safe and we are now ready to hit the road. The only thing left to do is for Rob to check out of his command and we can hit the road. We are hoping to be gone around Wednesday or Thursday time frame I think. Here are some pics of the weekend.&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/3067708077665888468-996919411591762111?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/996919411591762111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=996919411591762111&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/996919411591762111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/996919411591762111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/10/done-and-over-with-it.html' title='Done And Over With It'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SPOs5p_uH2I/AAAAAAAAAVk/Wq8qGWW6i1E/s72-c/IMG_5809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-5466866345863333556</id><published>2008-10-08T08:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:15:31.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AND WE ARE MOVING TO?????</title><content type='html'>NORFOLK VIRGINIA!!! We got our orders yesterday and we got what and where we wanted to go!! I am so excited about this because now I can do my 13.1 mile run with Hollie and Beth (HAHA Hollie cant get out of it now. Unless I get pregnent). I am going to a place that I know with people that I know! And I am going to be 9 hours from Rob's family and still 16 from mine (nothing a day trip cant take care of). I am just SO excited about ALL of this!! WHOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-5466866345863333556?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/5466866345863333556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=5466866345863333556&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/5466866345863333556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/5466866345863333556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-we-are-moving-to.html' title='AND WE ARE MOVING TO?????'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-860058520992454033</id><published>2008-10-06T10:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T10:11:29.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost there!</title><content type='html'>My house is almost ALL packed up!!! We hit it ALL day yesterday and have the house pretty much done and it all loaded up in the garage onto how we want it stacked in the truck. Now all we have to do is hear the words of where we are going and when we have to be there by and we are out of here. I cant be live that this very well might be our last week in this house. The only things that are left really are the things that we still need and use. I am looking around and it is VERY sad that the things we use and need everyday don't even take up ONE of my bedrooms (and we don't have the biggest sized rooms). It is sad to say that we are going to have to rent a 26 FOOT TRUCK just to get ALL of this stuff from one house to the next. I CANT BELIEVE THAT. &lt;br /&gt;I feel like we just moved into this house. I also think back to it now as to WOW it has now been over a year since I have been back home. I DON'T LIKE THAT (and I m sure Hollie doesn't either). June of 2007 I was leaving IL to come home to a home that I literally didn't know where it was. The only thing I had was the GPS telling me where my house was. And now we are packed up and ready to leave it. Part of me says I CANT WAIT to get out of this town but I have come close to a lot of people down here that I am going to miss them. But hopefully we will be going back to VA and I will be able to be reunited with people that I left up there when we left and be able to reconnect with them!! I am just very much looking forward to seeing where we are going to next!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-860058520992454033?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/860058520992454033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=860058520992454033&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/860058520992454033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/860058520992454033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/10/almost-there.html' title='Almost there!'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-6573942411273522806</id><published>2008-10-03T16:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T16:10:59.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SOaJl0KhoAI/AAAAAAAAAVE/3Df22JhzIKk/s1600-h/Joey+tag.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253037298125217794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SOaJl0KhoAI/AAAAAAAAAVE/3Df22JhzIKk/s400/Joey+tag.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had a girl make this for me that I meat through my friend Mindy (the girl who lost baby Shea). She is making them for anyone who has lost a baby. It is for Oct 15 Infant loss rembrance day. Thank you very much Jessica for making this for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253037947382509714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="194" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SOaKLm1hsJI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9n4ijayiQ8A/s400/like5.png" width="254" border="0" /&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/3067708077665888468-6573942411273522806?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/6573942411273522806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=6573942411273522806&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/6573942411273522806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/6573942411273522806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-had-girl-make-this-for-me-that-i-meat.html' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SOaJl0KhoAI/AAAAAAAAAVE/3Df22JhzIKk/s72-c/Joey+tag.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-6926706484187303964</id><published>2008-10-03T11:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:35:42.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here.....</title><content type='html'>With boxes up to my eyeballs. I cant believe how much packing I have gotten done in just today. I CANT WAIT to get out of here. It is pretty funny hearing Robbie tell people that we are leaving this house but we are going to load everything up into a BIG moving truck and hit the road. HAHAA. He really is being a good sport about all of this too. I have packed almost ALL of his toys and at first wasn't to happy about it but once I explained where his new toys where going he was ok with it all!! I will have to take some pics of my garage for you all because it is all lined up as to how we are going to be packing our truck!! Well gonna go pack some more boxes!!! YPEE ONLY 7 MORE DAYS!!! Have I said I CANT WAIT YET?? Now watch us get sent to Japan:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-6926706484187303964?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/6926706484187303964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=6926706484187303964&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/6926706484187303964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/6926706484187303964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/10/still-here.html' title='Still here.....'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-3713612190748360048</id><published>2008-10-01T08:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:23:13.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little vist to Joey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SOOC_vKd6gI/AAAAAAAAAU8/3kE4-tgLcAc/s1600-h/Robbie+joey2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252185621947869698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SOOC_vKd6gI/AAAAAAAAAU8/3kE4-tgLcAc/s400/Robbie+joey2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Robbie trying to share his Mickey D's toy with Joey. He wanted to leave it there for him to "play with" But that is not allowed where he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;buried&lt;/span&gt; at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SOOC4PwAVII/AAAAAAAAAU0/0okCC4SWtsM/s1600-h/Robbie+Joey+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252185493256295554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SOOC4PwAVII/AAAAAAAAAU0/0okCC4SWtsM/s400/Robbie+Joey+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Robbie was telling his Aunt Beck "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SHHHH&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; brother is sleeping we have to be quiet". That was heart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;braking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SOOCxkYj-xI/AAAAAAAAAUs/8_MZXvLmBnU/s1600-h/Robbie+Joey+10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252185378536028946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SOOCxkYj-xI/AAAAAAAAAUs/8_MZXvLmBnU/s400/Robbie+Joey+10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what Robbie was saying but he was just talking away to Joey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SOOCl3ekzcI/AAAAAAAAAUk/mOUVcVVT3DQ/s1600-h/Robbie+Joey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252185177503092162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SOOCl3ekzcI/AAAAAAAAAUk/mOUVcVVT3DQ/s400/Robbie+Joey.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After Robbie gave Joey a hug. He had asked me "mommy can I give my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; brother a hug"? I said "Sure sweetie you can hug him when ever you want to". He looked at me looked at Joey's headstone looked back at me and said "How can I hug him mommy he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; have any arms to hug me back"? Let me tell you right there that is when I lost it all. So I told him how bout this you can give Joey a hug on his head stone and I will give you a hug from Joey. He said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; mommy but I get to hug him first". So I made sure that when I gave him a hug it was one of the biggest hugs I have EVER given him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a hard day but it was a day that I will never forget. This was the day where Robbie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; put it all together I think about his little brother. We talk about Joey with Robbie and we have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;shown&lt;/span&gt; him the pics that we have of Joey but I think it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; ALL clicked once he saw "where Joey is at". I got to sit down and really explain it ALL to him about how Joey got really sick in mommy's tummy and he is up in heaven now with Jesus. So I think in seeing the head stone something clicked because he is now always asking about Joey.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-3713612190748360048?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/3713612190748360048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=3713612190748360048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/3713612190748360048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/3713612190748360048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-vist-to-joey.html' title='A little vist to Joey.'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SOOC_vKd6gI/AAAAAAAAAU8/3kE4-tgLcAc/s72-c/Robbie+joey2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-583784067954610352</id><published>2008-09-29T06:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T06:43:36.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Up and at it</title><content type='html'>Well this morning I woke up to not a good morning. I fell asleep in bed with Robbie last night and to my surprise he had taken his nigh night underwear (a pull up) off before he had went to bed.  So I got to wake up to be soaked in a pile of COLD WET PEE!!! Whoo nothing like starting your da off like that huhh? So note to self tell Rob I might be a little pissy today (hahaha just kidding).  But anyways I got Robbie changed with some nigh night underwear on wiped him all up got him into a different bed and headed into his room (after changing myself and getting cleaned up) to start cleaning his bed with the cleaner. Well while I was sitting there cleaning his bed I was thinking to myself that instead of going back to bed I was going to get up for the day (5:30 am) and go out running. So that is what I did I got my shoes laced them up and got my MP3 player strapped to my arm and just had at it. It felt not so good. It has been a while since I have ran and my lungs just BURNED the whole time. I had to stop once because I started getting light headed but after that I was good to go. It didn't help that when I usually go running I take a bottle of water with me and we don't have any of that right now so I was a little off beat. But other then that I am SO HAPPY that I did it! Once I got done it felt GREAT!! REALLY tired right now but that is because I am ALL off on my sleep schedule due to people being in town for the last week.&lt;br /&gt;So some things I found out that I REALLY HATE when I am running......&lt;br /&gt;1. I HATE the smell of exhaust when people drive by you&lt;br /&gt;2. I HATE the smell of cigarettes when you are running. I mean I hate the smell to begin with but when you running it is 10 times worse to me.&lt;br /&gt;3. I need to change some songs on my MP3 Player because I was all in the mood and then all of a sudden a nice slow sleepy song comes on and throwes me ALL OFF I HATE that. So I guess there is note 2 for myself today... Change MP3 songs.&lt;br /&gt;4. I HATE running in the dark. At least the sun was coming up a little little little bit but it still was very nerve racking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok some of the things I did like&lt;br /&gt;1. I DID IT. I got myself out of bed (kinda) (Thanks Robbie for peeing your bed) and did it!&lt;br /&gt;2. Even though it was an early rise and I m sure I will be paying for it later with being tired and off my game.... I did it... and even though I walked a little bit... I DID IT!!&lt;br /&gt;3. I LOVED being able to get out and go and not have to worry about Robbie wanting to go with me or having to ask Rob hey can you keep an eye on him.&lt;br /&gt;4. I m done... I don't have to get out there again and do it until tomorrow... Unless I go again tonight which I just might do (but I know I will have Robbie if I do it tonight which is ok he LOVES to go supper fast in his stroller!!!)&lt;br /&gt;5. I liked how it was cooler in the morning running then at night.&lt;br /&gt;6. I LOVED how I felt like NO ONE was watching me because they where all in bed them selfs. The only people that wold or could see me where the ones leaving for work. And at that point WHO CARES because it was dark anyways they couldn't see me!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess the likes and LOVES out weight the I HATES so it looks like I better get my butt back into gear and get a sleep schedule going so I can start waking up at 5:30 every morning!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost 1 mile down and 12.1 more to learning how to run NON STOP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I am training to do a 13.1 mile run with my Sister and Beth!! I wish I could train with you guys. Oh well hopefully hear soon I will hear the words "We are going to Virginia" So I can go and start training on the real deal!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-583784067954610352?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/583784067954610352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=583784067954610352&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/583784067954610352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/583784067954610352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/09/up-and-at-it.html' title='Up and at it'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-2267286546663511905</id><published>2008-09-23T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T09:16:53.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 years ago today.......</title><content type='html'>Instead of being able to bring my baby home all wrapped up in a blanket I had to bring what I had from my baby home in a bag. That is one of the worst feelings to come home with is NOTHING. I couldn't stand knowing that I was leaving my baby behind me and going home without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the hospital was discharging me they came in and had given us some remembrance stuff for Joey. They had given us a disk with 3 pics of Joey on it. The cloths and blanket he was laying on in those pics. The tape that they had measured him with, 2 little stones for Rob to put in his pocket or to do with what he wanted (they sit in a little cross box that I got for him with Joey's name engraved on it). They had given Robbie a very little fuzzy bear to remember his little brother by (we are still wanting to put that little bear into a build a bear for him we just found out where one is down here so we are going to go do that sometime this week maybe). And latter found about a couple days after we buried Joey I found a very little ring in his packet and come to find out he was holding that same ring in his pics that they had taken so I now wear that ring around my neck on a special necklas that my mom and dad bought for me to go with a VERY special charm that my mom and dad had made for me with Joey's hand and foot print on it. The hospital had also given us real prints of his hands and feet and also one of those hand casing kits with his hands and feet in them (Lisa my friend had given them that just in case my out come came out the way it did. Which I am VERY grateful she did that). I have also gotten a few things over time from people that are a GREAT remembrance of Joey. So at the end of everyday after I tuck Robbie into bed I go and I have my Joey time. I will still pull out all of his stuff and look at it and have my time "with Joey". I know nothing I can do will ever bring him back but like I have said he is in a MUCH better place right now, and even though I sometimes catch myself thinking "but what place is better then in mommy's arms"? I slap myself out of it and just think of the song Glory Baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-2267286546663511905?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/2267286546663511905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=2267286546663511905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/2267286546663511905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/2267286546663511905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/09/2-years-ago-today_23.html' title='2 years ago today.......'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-8544776614016541376</id><published>2008-09-21T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T01:03:44.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 years ago today.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SNc1Jj0BaDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hJI0z-REzYk/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248722329072134194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SNc1Jj0BaDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hJI0z-REzYk/s400/Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Was a day that changed my life FOREVER. 2 years ago today I lost my baby boy. I lost a pice of my heart, I lost a pice of me. 2 years ago today instead of crying tears of joy I was crying tears of pain, hurt, sadness and anguish. 2 years ago today instead of holding my baby at night I was dreaming of him in Jesus arms saying to me " Don't worry mommy I m safe now I don't hurt anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years ago today started off as an ok day. I had been having a little bit of cramping the night before and the nurse (who I LOVED she was my favorite nurse Moreen) said that it was to be expected so I let it go and slipped back off to sleep. I woke up and so did Rob and he was telling me how he was going to stay and spend the day with me (He had been doing running around during the day because of us just getting there and him having to sign into commands and everything else so he would come back to be during the night). Well the nurse came in and gave me my normal morning meds and did the normal check up on me. It was then that I was informed that I would be having an ultrasound today because they wanted to make sure that (at the time Joeleah that is what I was calling Joey because we had not known if he was a boy or a girl yet) Joey was growing and everything ok, they where also going to check to see if I was regaining any water back around him. Rob and I where SO EXCITED because it was yet again ANOTHER chance to find out if Joeleah was a Joe or a Leah! Well we had woke up about 8 that morning and they said that the ultrasound would be about 2ish. We just sat around that morning and watched movies and visited with some of the nurses. Noon rolls around and the nurse comes in to do another check on me and Joeleah and to give me my afternoon meds. Everything was going good Joeleah was at a strong 160 heart beat!! Well right around 2 like they said they came rolling in with the ultrasound and I light up like a Christmas tree because it was like I said another chance to see my Joeleah and to find out boy or girl. Well at first they couldn't figure out how to get the ultrasound on, so we sat there and waited. Finally they figured it out. They put the jelly on my tummy and put the thingy on my tummy. As soon as they put it on my stomach tears just started rolling down my face. I didn't see the flicker. I saw Joeleah but NO FLICKER. I just looked at Rob as he was holding my hand and he just squeezed it even harder. I said "Where is it? Where is my baby's heart beat?" They said "I don't know mam we are looking for it". Rob kept telling me they will get it babe they will get it. Put the more they kept going around my stomach I knew then and there I had just lost my baby. I had lost the one person I have put the biggest fight up for in my whole life. I had put up such a fight that there is one doc there that probably thought I was a NUT case. It was then that they had turned to me and said "We are sorry Mr. and Mrs. Razzano but we cant find the heart beat". Rob jumped on them and told them to get another machine, a machine that you know how to work. So while they got another machine I had Willy another nurse in there with the heart beat finder looking for any type of movement or heart beat, and he couldn't find anything either. They finally found another more up to date machine and got that one all working put the jelly back on my stomach and went to work trying to find a heart beat again. Nothing. I layed there and felt like I just had my WHOLE world kicked out from underneath me. My whole world just came falling on top of me. Rob just grabbed me and we both just lost it. At that time even though I had done everything I knew I could do I felt like the worlds worst mom. The whole what if's just started flooding my head. I called my mom to tell her the news because she was at my house with Robbie and she too just lost it. I tell you this much though my mom was due to leave the next morning to go back to IL. So the way it worked out was for the best in that aspect of it. I would have not had my mom here if this all happened the next day. My mom came up to the hospital with Robbie. At this time I was allowed to get up and out of bed for the first time in a week and a half. Let me tell you how funny it felt to walk for the first time. At this time I was sitting in the bed and the priest from a hospital that Rob was trying to get me into Sacred Heart came walking into my room with a HUGE smile on his face. He had come to tell us that I had been accepted into this hospital (they don't take anyone under 24 weeks). Well I then asked him if they had gave him the news at the front desk and he had not. He was so upset. He felt so bad here he was able to help us get into a hospital that had Joey been born there they had an awesome NICU. So he said a prayer with us and left. Well after he left I felt like I need some air so the hospital had informed me to take my time do what I felt I needed to do, which was get out of my room for a little bit to kinda clear my head and get some fresh air and to take my first shower in a week and a half. So we all went outside and sat there for about 30 mins or so. We went back into the hospital and I got back up to my room where I was going to take a shower. Well when I went into the bathroom with the shower everyone was in my room. This next part is going to be a little more graphic and I have never shared this with anyone yet other then a few people. So... while I was in the shower I just stood under the water and held my stomach for I knew that when I was done taking this shower I would soon be delivering my baby. So I held my Joeleah as long as I could. Well I proceeded to start washing my hair and then my body. Well as I was washing down there I could feel my little baby's foot starting to come out. I just screamed. I started yelling ROOOOOOBBBBBB.... No answer then MOOOOOOOMMMMMM... No answer so I wrapped myself in a towel and went and go a nurse and said it...it....it I can feel a foot..She said ok sweetie just go lay on the bed I will go and get your husband. Rob then came running through the door, my mom was right behind him. They told me that I could start pushing at any time. They had also given me something to give me contractions. So I started pushing I pushed for about 10 or 15 mins and I felt like I was doing all the work to get the outcome of what?? I am not going to be able to bring my sweet little baby home with me. When I started pushing Robbie was there with my mom. Looking up at him made me hurt so much more. Here he was watching me deliver his little brother or sister and he wasn't ever going to get the chance to grow up with them. Finally Lisa came and picked Robbie up he went and spent the night with her. I was having little progress so they told me to just stop pushing for a little while and let the medicine for the contractions kick in a little bit more and we would go back to pushing in 30 mins. Well with in that 30 mins I was just sitting/laying there and I could feel Joey fall out onto the bed. I looked at the nurse sitting at the end of the bed and said "I think my baby just feel out" He looked and said yes he did. They took him over to the table and wrapped him up in a blanket for us. It was when he handed Joey to us that he told us it was a boy. He was so precious looking. He looked like he was at peace. He had Rob's nose. He looked like he was going to be a spitting image of Robbie. We got to hold him for a while and so did my mom. After they took him away. I don't remember much after that. I remember them changing my sheets for me, and me crawling back into bed to face my first night of not having my baby Joey to hold. I had the hardest time trying to falling asleep that night but when I finally did I had a dream of Joey and he was laying all wrapped up in Jesus arm's and he looked over at me and said " Don't worry mommy I m safe now I don't hurt anymore". With that I felt at some ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I melt whenever I think of how it all played out. But at the end of the day Joey knows nothing more then God's love for him. I love my Joey and will always love him. I miss him more and more everyday that goes by, but I know that someday I will be able to hold him again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey was born Sep 22, 2006 at 6:58 pm. He was 27 cm long and 13.5 oz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-8544776614016541376?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/8544776614016541376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=8544776614016541376&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/8544776614016541376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/8544776614016541376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/09/2-years-ago-today_21.html' title='2 years ago today.........'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SNc1Jj0BaDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hJI0z-REzYk/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-3465741724758547947</id><published>2008-09-21T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:39:05.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The funeral</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday we attended baby Shea's funeral. Let me tell you aside from Joey's funeral that was beyond one of the hardest day's of my life. I never thought that I could feel all the feelings I felt on the day of Joey's funeral again. My heart felt like it had been riped out of my chest stomped on by a million people then picked up riped to shreds then put back into my chest only for it to feel like it is in my stomach. The WHOLE funeral I for the life of me could not let Robbie go. It brought everything right back into prospective. Robbie is my life. I couldn't imagine what my life would be like with out him. I m very thankful that Robbie was very good during this time. Rob, I am so glad that he want with me. I probably would have passed out if he weren't there with me to relive everything. I just pray for Mindy, James, Sheridan and there family. I was so proud of Mindy (mommy) she held herself together SO WELL. I think back to mine and I was just a double train wreck waiting to happen. This funeral wasn't only hard because of having had to bury one of my own children already but it also lies on the SAME weekend that I lost my baby. I don't know I just think NO ONE should EVER have to bury there child, to have to see them lying there in a casket that isn't even as long as your arm. It is beyond heart wrenching to see or even think of this. Right now I just sit and pray for any mom and dad that is going through the loss of a baby right now. I hope that there heart sits at peace tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-3465741724758547947?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/3465741724758547947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=3465741724758547947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/3465741724758547947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/3465741724758547947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/09/funeral.html' title='The funeral'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-3833791182199639945</id><published>2008-09-19T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T13:24:04.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Pray</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is Baby Shea's funeral. I went over and spoke and visited with my friend yesterday and she is just in pieces right now. So please pray that she will find peace after she lays her baby down to rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-3833791182199639945?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/3833791182199639945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=3833791182199639945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/3833791182199639945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/3833791182199639945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/09/please-pray.html' title='Please Pray'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-8584445367031829276</id><published>2008-09-17T16:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:37:43.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My two boy's</title><content type='html'>                    &lt;a href="http://blingee.com/blingee/view/70672436-My-two-boy-s" target="_blank" title="Create cool Profile Comments"&gt;&lt;img alt="My two boy's" border="0" height="280" src="http://image.blingee.com/images15/content/output/000/000/000/436/263056908_375105.gif" title="My two boy's" width="187" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blingee.com" target="_blank" title="Create cool Profile Comments"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Create cool Profile Comments&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.4NXC/bHQ9MTIyMTY4NzE2NTQ*NSZwdD*xMjIxNjg3NDU5NTU*JnA9NjI1MSZkPSZuPWJsb2dnZXImZz*xJnQ9Jm89Y2M1Y2E1MmZkOTQ4NDgyYWE1YjVmZTAxN2FhYzE*M2U=.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-8584445367031829276?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/8584445367031829276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=8584445367031829276&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/8584445367031829276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/8584445367031829276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-two-boys.html' title='My two boy&apos;s'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-1079746309545463185</id><published>2008-09-16T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:53:49.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SNBinjzOhuI/AAAAAAAAAPo/-SqBzsdah1o/s1600-h/Shea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246801997651150562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SNBinjzOhuI/AAAAAAAAAPo/-SqBzsdah1o/s400/Shea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                         Baby Shea shortly after she was born 2 weeks ago &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I got some VERY sad and hard news to handle. A friend of mine that lives down the street from me lost her baby today at just over 2 weeks old. I just lost it when I heard this on the phone. As you all know my 2 year mark for Joey is coming up so in hearing this it just scraped to bottom of my pot so to say and turned up all the hurt and sadness and every other emotion that you could imagine losing a child would bring. I am now in the shoes that all my friends where sitting in at this moment 2 years ago. What do I say? What do I do? What if I say the wrong thing? I feel lost. It is not like we just lost a game here and I can say oh man I know how you feel better luck next time. This is a life. Her child's life. The life that she carried for 34 weeks and delivered and watched suffer for everyday of her life. So I don't completely know how she feels. I never watched Joey suffer. Joey was born silent. Her on the other hand has stood and watched her daughter suffer. I know I can say I am her for you and if you need anything please feel free to call, but for some reason in this case it just seems cold to me. How do you console someone is this situation? I am just at a total lost does anyone have any advice? I am going to go and get her a few things that have helped me a little in getting through my lonely days. So with that hopefully that will open some doors for me. So if you think of it will you please pray for little baby Shea's family and friends as they deal with what is to come down this long and dark road. That it wont seem so lonely for them and that they would feel God's love more now then ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby Shea passed away today from liver and kidney &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dysfunction around noon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-1079746309545463185?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/1079746309545463185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=1079746309545463185&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/1079746309545463185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/1079746309545463185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/09/hard-one.html' title='Hard one'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SNBinjzOhuI/AAAAAAAAAPo/-SqBzsdah1o/s72-c/Shea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-8181071919997730322</id><published>2008-09-15T16:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T16:24:50.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to do but.......</title><content type='html'>So little time to do any of it in is what it feels like. Next week my brother is coming down for 5 days then on top if it while he is here Rob's friend and his wife to be is coming down too. So needless to say we are going to have a full house. I am looking forward to them coming but not looking forward to lossing a WHOLE weeks worth of packing. Although it will be a VERY nice brake and a much needed one. I am feeling like a chicken with my head cut off right now. I am VERY much excited about this move coming up though. New places (maybe). I just know that I am VERY MUCH looking forward to getting out of the town that we live in right now. NOTHING to do unless you drive 20 + miles to get there. So Robbie and I spend most if not ALL our time here, till the weekend comes then we might go and do something with Rob. Not cool with gas the way it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-8181071919997730322?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/8181071919997730322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=8181071919997730322&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/8181071919997730322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/8181071919997730322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-much-to-do-but.html' title='So much to do but.......'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-975250667987802221</id><published>2008-09-13T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T20:25:53.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Good Bye To......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SMxntQvWXzI/AAAAAAAAAPg/X0SbZm3yd5Y/s1600-h/mom+helper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245681693265125170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SMxntQvWXzI/AAAAAAAAAPg/X0SbZm3yd5Y/s400/mom+helper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mommy helper. Robbie has figured out how to unlock the refrigerator even with my mommy helper. This lasted for not even a year. He has also figured out how to unlock the stove lock. So needless to say I am back to checking if there is anything in my stove before I start pre heating it. In case you all forgot I got 2nd degree burns due to my cute little man putting a dish towel into the oven with me not knowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-975250667987802221?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/975250667987802221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=975250667987802221&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/975250667987802221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/975250667987802221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/09/say-good-bye-to.html' title='Say Good Bye To......'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SMxntQvWXzI/AAAAAAAAAPg/X0SbZm3yd5Y/s72-c/mom+helper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-8966497614062949698</id><published>2008-09-12T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:56:39.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 years ago today.....</title><content type='html'>We woke up to what seemed like what was going to be an everyday normal day. We woke up and started doing some running around that needed to be done. First on our list was to check out of the hotel and get the moving truck back to Budget so we didn't get charged with any late fee's. Well while stopping along the way to get something to eat I started to feel a little crampy, I told Rob this and said that I would like to get it checked out (because I was still bleeding at this time). So we got done eating our breakfast and headed over to the base to hand in our truck. Well while we where there, we where there a LONG time due to the fact that our truck had broken down on us on our way to FL leaving us on the side of a 6 lane high way and NO bathroom. So Rob was want some type of discount on the truck. Well I had gone to the bathroom a few times while we where there and every time I went to the bathroom the bleeding seemed like it was just getting worse. I told Rob this and we had decided that the ER was going to be our next stop. Well in between that and going to the bath room AGAIN and going out to the van to get myself another new pad my water broke in the parking lot of budget. At first I had just thought I had started peeing then then quickly realized that I was not peeing my water in fact was broken. So I walked as fast as I could (Rob was sitting on hold with some one from budget) and opened the door and just screamed my water just broke Rob I don't know what to do. ... Help me..... Rob then picked Robbie up and got him into the van and drove me to the hospital as fast as he could. Thank God we where right next to it just about a block down. We got into the doors to the ER and my pants where just soaked. They asked me how they could help me and just said "Somethings wrong I m only 19 weeks pregnant and my water just broke". The lady told me not to be scared. I m sorry how could I not be scared I haven't even hit the 1/2 way mark of my pregnancy and my water is braking. They got me into a room and everything was a big blur from there on. There are a few things that I do remember in the ER room. They tested my pants and underwear with those test strips to see if it was amniotic fluid that came out and that tested positive. A lady dressed like she just came off an ambulance came in to check on me asked me a few questions about what has happened in the last few days and said to me "Well be thankful you at least have one beautiful baby". I looked at her and told her "I have two beautiful baby's, now get me someone who knows what they are doing" (I didn't like her too much after she made that comment to me). They kept telling me that they wanted to do ANOTHER pap but didn't have the equipment to do it, But they where going to do it anyways..... LISA... My God sent friend. She came running into my room and just wrapped me up in her arms. At that time I don't think I have ever gotten a hug so big. I truly felt like God was there holding me at that very moment. I didn't even know that Rob had called her at that time, but he did and I was and am so thankful for that because she was one of our saving graces that day. She has been through some losses too. I know that one of her pregnancy was a loss right at 40 weeks... So needless to say she has traveled the road I was going down. She along with Rob where kicking the doc's in the butt to get me up to the 8th floor where they knew what the heck they where doing up there. Then I vividly remember taking the elevator up to the 8th floor and being put in a room all by myself just my and my baby......... I just layed there and held my belly just praying that God would keep him safe no matter what and that he wouldn't be in any pain. At this time Rob and Lisa where outside taking care of Robbie and getting him set up to go home with Lisa. This is when the Doc Lt. Taylor (another lady at who was God sent to me) came into the room and told me that she was sorry but she had to do a pap to see how everything was looking and to make sure everything was ok. She confirmed again that the water did brake and that I would be on bed rest at the hospital for a while. I then just remember being wheeled to my new room. I don't remember to much after the first day being there. I remember a few things here and there but what I do remember is that this was not just a normal day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-8966497614062949698?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/8966497614062949698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=8966497614062949698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/8966497614062949698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/8966497614062949698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/09/2-years-ago-today_12.html' title='2 years ago today.....'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-3891444385187153516</id><published>2008-09-11T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T15:08:37.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SMl6ggFws_I/AAAAAAAAAPY/gqlfgukvQHY/s1600-h/911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244857939838153714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SMl6ggFws_I/AAAAAAAAAPY/gqlfgukvQHY/s400/911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                  Taking a moment to remember all who lost there loved ones on such a sad day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-3891444385187153516?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/3891444385187153516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=3891444385187153516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/3891444385187153516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/3891444385187153516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/09/remembering.html' title='Remembering.......'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SMl6ggFws_I/AAAAAAAAAPY/gqlfgukvQHY/s72-c/911.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-1704352536061056599</id><published>2008-09-11T15:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T15:05:53.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 years ago today.....</title><content type='html'>We woke up and went to get some breakfast at the local IHOP. While we where there we called some phone numbers that our friend Lisa (who I met at Rob's OCS graduation) (She in herself is is and was a VERY much blessing in disguise more on her later) had gotten for us.  Well we came across a lady who had a place for $950.00 a month and was ready to hand keys over to us that day and it was a 2200 sq ft house. So we where ALL excited. We moved all of our stuff in that night in the Pouring rain and went back to the Navy Lodge for the night. Note I was pretty much still bleeding at this point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-1704352536061056599?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/1704352536061056599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=1704352536061056599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/1704352536061056599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/1704352536061056599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/09/2-years-ago-today_11.html' title='2 years ago today.....'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-7744787182702411415</id><published>2008-09-10T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T09:16:23.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 years ago today.....</title><content type='html'>My family and I where pulling into the state of FL to begin our new adventures of the officer's world. We where being stationed here because Rob had already been accepted to OCS (Officer Candidate School) and gone through that. Now where where going to start his schooling for NFO (Navel Flight Officer). Well when we got to FL I had started bleeding again (at the time I was 3 months pregnant).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back tracking here to mid Aug. We had just gotten back to Virginia from Florida from  Rob's OCS graduation with my parents. They came back to Virginia to help us re-due our WHOLE house so that we could put it up for sale. Well one of the days around Aug 18th or so I had my first Doc appt for my pregnancy (I had it this late in the game due to being in IL for the first 2 months). My mom and Robbie where the one's to go with me for this one. At this apt they did all the normal stuff they would do at your first doc apt, listen to the heart beat, do an ultrasound, and you guessed it a pap. Well when they told me that Dr. Steven Miller would be doing my pap I was NOT happy with that (because I don't let any guy do that kind of stuff to me) so I asked for an experienced FEMALE to do it. Oh did I tell you Dr. Miller was a trainee too??? Yeah he was I was going to be his first one to "practice" on. Anyway the lady who I ask if I could have an experienced female do it said "yes I can do it if you would rather have me do it" I said " yes anyone other then a guy who doesn't know what he is doing". So with that I layed down, now mind you I already had the heart beat thing done and Joey was good at 152 beets a min!!  Then I already had, had my ultrasound too. Everything looked GREAT the tec said.  Then Dr. Miller came in asked me some questions and walked back out, this is when I asked for the female doc. Dr. Miller came back into the room at which point I was already laying down with my legs up and the drape thing over my legs and I heard HER say "We are going to get started now ok Mrs. Razzano". I said "ok". With that I felt everything you usually feel when they put the ducky thing in you put I felt SO MUCH MORE. It HURT and it HURT BAD.... It hurt so bad that I just slowly started crying. The next thing I heard changed my life forever. Out of the mouth of Dr. Steven Miller I hear, "Mrs. Razzano have you been bleeding"? I peeked up and SAW DR. MILLER DOING MY PAP. I WAS PISSED to say the least. I asked him 'What the HELL are you doing down there"? He replied with "I am doing your pap mam". I then told him that "I had, had NO problems with this pregnancy until he put whatever he just did into me". My mom had told me that she was on the other side of the curtain with Robbie and she peeked around to see what was going on and she said that they where pulling swabs of blood out of me. So with that said everything was done I bleed for 5 or 6 days after that pap and COULD NOT sit down for the 1st day of having it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to coming back to FL. I had started bleeding again so before we even checked into our hotel (because we had NO place to live when we first got down here) we took a trip to the ER because of my bleeding. Well in the ER they did yet again ANOTHER pap even though I had JUST had one a couple of weeks ago and they said I had so sort of infection and to use this cream for so many days and to follow up with my OB doc if things didn't get better and set me off. That night I just cried myself to sleep. This was the start of my very VERY rocky road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-7744787182702411415?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/7744787182702411415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=7744787182702411415&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/7744787182702411415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/7744787182702411415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/09/2-years-ago-today.html' title='2 years ago today.....'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-6033496727102813965</id><published>2008-09-07T01:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T01:32:30.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack-A-Do and Robbie Roo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SMNzVhTfERI/AAAAAAAAAPA/RUieq6FAxm4/s1600-h/IMG_4702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243161204743934226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SMNzVhTfERI/AAAAAAAAAPA/RUieq6FAxm4/s400/IMG_4702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you put these two together in a room you either want to pull your hair out just listing to them fight or you want to grab your camera because they are being so cute together. This is Robbie's cousin Jack who by the way is only 3 months older then him. They are too stinkin cute together. Robbie misses being able to play with his Jack-A-Doas he would call him. He has been asking if we can go back to his Aunt Beck's house (my sister-in-law) so he can see his Jack-A-Do again. These two are going to be like 2 pee's in a pod when they get older!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243162450429833234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SMN0eB2JcBI/AAAAAAAAAPI/L4Gg7SkwgyY/s400/IMG_4722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                       They discovered the magic hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243162934235576594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SMN06MKbORI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/84S2QYxiJoU/s400/IMG_4733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                       Playing soccer (look at Robbie's tong he must get that from his Aunt Hollie!!!)&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/3067708077665888468-6033496727102813965?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/6033496727102813965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=6033496727102813965&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/6033496727102813965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/6033496727102813965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/09/jack-do-and-robbie-roo.html' title='Jack-A-Do and Robbie Roo'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SMNzVhTfERI/AAAAAAAAAPA/RUieq6FAxm4/s72-c/IMG_4702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-6770758624993515575</id><published>2008-09-05T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T13:42:42.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Robbie's Brithday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SMF9lG47lOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/OUqUKllQ_tw/s1600-h/IMG_4655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242609517693998306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SMF9lG47lOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/OUqUKllQ_tw/s400/IMG_4655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SMF9LV5DbRI/AAAAAAAAAOY/OSNQ_eUKRwE/s1600-h/IMG_4621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242609075044445458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SMF9LV5DbRI/AAAAAAAAAOY/OSNQ_eUKRwE/s400/IMG_4621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SMF81njBOxI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/jp6e5--8jAI/s1600-h/IMG_4603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242608701826743058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SMF81njBOxI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/jp6e5--8jAI/s400/IMG_4603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SMF7uiPtO9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/12IGWwz1RfM/s1600-h/IMG_4589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242607480632851410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SMF7uiPtO9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/12IGWwz1RfM/s400/IMG_4589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little late I know but it has been a mad house here between leaving for NY, getting back from NY and now trying to pack my house and get ready for Rob's winging!!!! So here are a few pics from Robbie's 3rd Birthday or should I say Burpa party as Robbie would say it. He had SUCH a blast. And if you think that this is the ONLY Burpa report that you are going to get YOUR WRONG. Robbie had a total of 3 Birthday cakes this year! Now I know you are suppose to put the amount of candles on your cake that you are going to be, but hey why not have as many cakes as as many years old you are turning too right?? Oh and by the way my frind Giselda made this cake by hand, carved it and everything!!! She did AWSOME.&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/3067708077665888468-6770758624993515575?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/6770758624993515575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=6770758624993515575&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/6770758624993515575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/6770758624993515575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/09/robbies-brithday.html' title='Robbie&apos;s Brithday'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SMF9lG47lOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/OUqUKllQ_tw/s72-c/IMG_4655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-5299865940773203482</id><published>2008-09-01T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T09:43:34.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>So I am now home and glad to be home, Kinda. I had a GREAT time while I was up in NY and I was able to really connect with one of Rob's sisters. And to be able to watch Robbie play with his cousin that is only 3 months older then him was a blast!! On the other hand it is nice to be able to be home with Rob and to be able to see my puppy dogs! I have TONS of pics that I will be sharing over the course of the next several blogs so be lookin for those!! It is good to be back and be able to share things with you guys again too!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-5299865940773203482?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/5299865940773203482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=5299865940773203482&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/5299865940773203482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/5299865940773203482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/09/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-5570038111681639347</id><published>2008-08-15T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T16:21:14.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Up,Up, and away.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow morning at 5AM Robbie and I will be headed out of town and up to NY state to be visiting some of Rob's family that is in town from England. I am excited yet not excited about this trip. Robbie will be able to visit family that he has NEVER met yet and might never get the chance of meeting again. And we will also be able to make it up there just in time for a HUGE Birthday party that they are going to be throwing for all the AUG. Birthdays in his (Rob's) family. So Robbie is pretty excited that he gets 2 "Burpa" (birthday) party's in 1 weekend!! Tonight we are having one here with some of his friends so that Rob can "celebrate" his birthday with him since Robbie's Birthday is on Sunday and we will be in Ny at that time. The other part of me is not wanting to go because there is SOOOO MUCH to do still down here with getting ready to move. We have been told now to not expect to know where we are moving to until FOUR days before we move. Needless to say I am the one who is going to be packing us ALL up and I want it to be as organized at possible. UGGG there is so much to do with in ONE months time that my head feels like it is just going to explode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-5570038111681639347?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/5570038111681639347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=5570038111681639347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/5570038111681639347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/5570038111681639347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/08/upup-and-away.html' title='Up,Up, and away.'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-1263160516962909164</id><published>2008-08-13T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T13:06:53.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOCK</title><content type='html'>Well just thought that I would let you all know that today is the FIRST time in I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know HOW long that I have been able to open my windows!! There is a nice enough &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;breeze&lt;/span&gt; that I can do that!! It is nice to be able to breath in fresh air!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-1263160516962909164?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/1263160516962909164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=1263160516962909164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/1263160516962909164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/1263160516962909164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/08/shock.html' title='SHOCK'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-7036403247030192868</id><published>2008-08-13T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T10:47:37.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SO proud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKMB9dFHktI/AAAAAAAAANk/RFsRAjQEV4o/s1600-h/IMG_4497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234029347224392402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKMB9dFHktI/AAAAAAAAANk/RFsRAjQEV4o/s400/IMG_4497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKMBohQMVCI/AAAAAAAAANc/ivF7677-GPg/s1600-h/IMG_4490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234028987567330338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKMBohQMVCI/AAAAAAAAANc/ivF7677-GPg/s400/IMG_4490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKMA2-8TAXI/AAAAAAAAANU/wjw04PDfqHQ/s1600-h/IMG_4499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234028136543486322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKMA2-8TAXI/AAAAAAAAANU/wjw04PDfqHQ/s400/IMG_4499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKMAd_3xkRI/AAAAAAAAANM/cKZPp71Dsx8/s1600-h/IMG_4486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234027707296223506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKMAd_3xkRI/AAAAAAAAANM/cKZPp71Dsx8/s400/IMG_4486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wednesday (I know a little behind here) Rob was promoted to LTJG!! That is a big deal for him and for us as a family! He is no longer looked at as a butterbar ( his last bars where gold so that is what they got called.) He is now looked at with much more respect! I am so proud of how well he is doing and at the fact that we are ALMOST done with this stage of training and he will soon be winged (which means he will be a US Navy Pilot!!!) I am SO PROUD of you Rob you are doing an AWSOME job. And to top it all off Robbie got to be the one who took off his old "butterbars" the gold bars and put on his new silver JG bars!!! He was SO excited that he got to go to daddy's work and do some "work" with daddy!!&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/3067708077665888468-7036403247030192868?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/7036403247030192868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=7036403247030192868&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/7036403247030192868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/7036403247030192868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-proud.html' title='SO proud'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKMB9dFHktI/AAAAAAAAANk/RFsRAjQEV4o/s72-c/IMG_4497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-5345621093721554583</id><published>2008-08-04T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T11:55:19.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Question?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What path are you going to choose to go down today, because YOU make that choice!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this question today and it really made me think. I have been feeling SO LAZY for the last week or so. Not wanting to do a darn thing. I don't know what the heck to do to get out of this rut. So when I saw this question it made me think. Sit around and not do anything ALL day OR get up off your butt do the laundry, clean the bathroom, wash the floors, PLAY WITH ROBBIE, go out for a walk... There is a WORLD of things to do and I need to get out of my rut and do something. So this was my question of the day or should I say my KICK IN THE BUTT for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-5345621093721554583?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/5345621093721554583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=5345621093721554583&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/5345621093721554583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/5345621093721554583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/08/question.html' title='Question?'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-3279222073350019113</id><published>2008-08-02T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:42:07.438-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Diaper Cake!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SJSaW0CcZsI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Z6ruikEMF4M/s1600-h/IMG_4242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229974784000681666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SJSaW0CcZsI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Z6ruikEMF4M/s400/IMG_4242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SJSaFkaKIoI/AAAAAAAAAM0/E5_qTNb0Lzc/s1600-h/IMG_4244.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday I attempted my very first diaper cake for a baby shower that I will be going to tonight! I am SO EXCITED for how good I thought that it turned out considering I am not usually a creative type of person! And to top it all off it was REALLY easy to do and pretty inexpensive to do. All I have to do now is put some plastic wrap around it to keep all the diapers together!! I must say not bad for the first. Now I just have to find some more pregnant people to make some for!! HAHA&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/3067708077665888468-3279222073350019113?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/3279222073350019113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=3279222073350019113&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/3279222073350019113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/3279222073350019113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/08/diaper-cake.html' title='Diaper Cake!!'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SJSaW0CcZsI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Z6ruikEMF4M/s72-c/IMG_4242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-3838540451396382347</id><published>2008-07-28T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:42:07.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Addition.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SI4Ql61b65I/AAAAAAAAAMs/i6HRF9Sd7P0/s1600-h/IMG_4090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228134461058313106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SI4Ql61b65I/AAAAAAAAAMs/i6HRF9Sd7P0/s400/IMG_4090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SI4QQb5AjDI/AAAAAAAAAMk/hqlPNbqoohw/s1600-h/IMG_4103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228134091974544434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SI4QQb5AjDI/AAAAAAAAAMk/hqlPNbqoohw/s400/IMG_4103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHOLE!!!!!! She is such a GOOD puppy. Very layed back untill she get's playing with Sammy. She is 7 1/2 weeks old and such a mama's girl!! I LOVE IT!!&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/3067708077665888468-3838540451396382347?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/3838540451396382347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=3838540451396382347&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/3838540451396382347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/3838540451396382347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-new-addition.html' title='Our New Addition.....'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SI4Ql61b65I/AAAAAAAAAMs/i6HRF9Sd7P0/s72-c/IMG_4090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-2829588517544614408</id><published>2008-07-21T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:56:37.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing Days</title><content type='html'>So I am getting down to the point where all I can think about is getting out of FL and moving on to newer and better places to live!! I already have my packing boxes. I have already starting going through stuff for my BIG garage sale that I am going to be having ( by the way will be my first so any advice is VERY MUCH WELCOME) and I am getting the itch to start putting my boxes together and filling them with stuff that we don't use right now (winter cloths, coats, toys, stuff in the attic, ect...) But then I don't know what exactly I am going to do with those filled boxes. What the heck can I do until I move. I want to have time to pack and not have to rush through it at the last min. Also we have some of Rob's family and my parents coming down here when Rob gets winged in September!!! I just want to be able to enjoy family when they are here instead having to pack. So I think the start of Aug I am going to pack my boxes and start saying GOOD BYE MILTON!!! I CANT WAIT TO DRIVE OUT OF THIS TOWN!!! NOOOOO LOOKING BACK ON THIS TOWN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-2829588517544614408?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/2829588517544614408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=2829588517544614408&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/2829588517544614408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/2829588517544614408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/07/packing-days.html' title='Packing Days'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-4084392852623706058</id><published>2008-07-15T16:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T16:12:23.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing well</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well yesterday my mom had her foot surgery and everything we GREAT. They didn't have to do as much as they thought that they where going to have to do!! Thank you everyone for your prayers. Please cont. to pray that the pain isn't to bad for her and that she can sleep at night!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-4084392852623706058?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/4084392852623706058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=4084392852623706058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/4084392852623706058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/4084392852623706058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/07/doing-well.html' title='Doing well'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-2250728527501944365</id><published>2008-07-14T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:42:07.772-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for my mama please</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SHtgIUgp60I/AAAAAAAAALc/R8HeBmuTs48/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222873888927116098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SHtgIUgp60I/AAAAAAAAALc/R8HeBmuTs48/s400/IMG_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please be praying for my mom. Today she is having surgery on her foot at 10am. Pray that she has a FAST recovery time and that she doesn't have too much pain involved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-2250728527501944365?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/2250728527501944365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=2250728527501944365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/2250728527501944365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/2250728527501944365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/07/pray-for-my-mama-please.html' title='Pray for my mama please'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SHtgIUgp60I/AAAAAAAAALc/R8HeBmuTs48/s72-c/IMG_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-8788697267712032803</id><published>2008-07-09T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:42:08.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake found!!</title><content type='html'>So I was telling my friend my delma with what themas I was debating on and so she found a cake that pretty much fit ALL of them in (well almost all of them not the spiderman but that is ok). I wish I could get this to be a bigger pic but I cant. But it has right in the middle of the 3 a fire truck that is putting a fire out in a house and a train (which is another thing Robbie is into). And all the construction stuff!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Stephanie for sending me pics of your little mans cake and giving me some web sites for party ideas. They BOTH helped very much!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221026535591031122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SHTP-NDKsVI/AAAAAAAAAK8/XEmqclmBC3E/s400/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-8788697267712032803?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/8788697267712032803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=8788697267712032803&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/8788697267712032803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/8788697267712032803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/07/cake-found.html' title='Cake found!!'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SHTP-NDKsVI/AAAAAAAAAK8/XEmqclmBC3E/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-3037752852067735073</id><published>2008-07-07T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T23:51:50.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard One</title><content type='html'>I am finding it to be REALLY hard to come up with the theme for Robbie's 3rd Birthday party. He is into SO many different things that I CANT pick just one thing. And to top it off my friend who LOVE'S to do cakes has offered to make Robbie's cake for me this year. So she is wanting to know the theme so she can start to look for stuff for the cake. Last year it was SO easy to pick the theme for his party because Robbie was SO into the movie Cars. BUT this year he is into Construction, Emergency stuff, Motorcycles to Spiderman. I don't think it would be really easy to just throw all that stuff onto one cake and say here ya go have at it!! Oh the choices.&lt;br /&gt;Any body have any ideas??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-3037752852067735073?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/3037752852067735073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=3037752852067735073&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/3037752852067735073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/3037752852067735073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/07/hard-one.html' title='Hard One'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-6664503323545319137</id><published>2008-07-02T01:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:42:08.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The mistress........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;That's me, I was looking on photobucket for some different stuff to add to my page and I came across this:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218301936869475906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SGsh9r3WhkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/khYMbgkhoRM/s400/Navy.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I feel this week. ALL weekend into this week Robbie and I have NOT seen Rob AT ALL. When and if we do see him it is a Hi, Kiss, Good bye. It SUCKS. I cant not wait to MAYBE have him to ourselves this weekend!!! Hopefully everything will work out to where we can do that. Oh well I guess this is what I should really start getting use to because it is going to be like this from here on out I think with finishing flight school and then moving and going right into training that he will be learning to fly the actual helo that he will be flying. Right now he is just flying training helos. Then come the deployments:P Oh goodness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-6664503323545319137?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/6664503323545319137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=6664503323545319137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/6664503323545319137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/6664503323545319137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/07/mistress.html' title='The mistress........'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SGsh9r3WhkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/khYMbgkhoRM/s72-c/Navy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-2160833441469025885</id><published>2008-06-26T07:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:42:08.638-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SGOMFm8hRJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/s2hUkCSC8WM/s1600-h/IMG_1641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216166821406786706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SGOMFm8hRJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/s2hUkCSC8WM/s400/IMG_1641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is kinda sad, today is Robbie's last day of swim classes. It was a 2 week course and I feel like it JUST started:( He is doing SOOO WELL in his classes and has made a few more friends out of it!! Oh well I guess we can keep going to the pool and keep working on his reach and pull and kick, kick, kick. Also his JUMP IN!!! This is Robbie's favorite thing to do now!! You cant keep him from jumping in which is kinda a scary thought if no one is there to get him. But he is USUALLY pretty good at waiting!!!! I guess this too is just showing me HOW BIG he really is getting:( My "baby" is almost 3 already:( AHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-2160833441469025885?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/2160833441469025885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=2160833441469025885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/2160833441469025885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/2160833441469025885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-day.html' title='Last day'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SGOMFm8hRJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/s2hUkCSC8WM/s72-c/IMG_1641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-1752475106157558146</id><published>2008-06-25T05:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T05:43:00.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Copying Hollie</title><content type='html'>Ok so I am trying the same thing that Hollie is doing with one photo a day. I figured with starting to get into photography it would be a good site to start giving people when they ask about my photography, But also help me really see the true side of my photos!! So this should be a fun thing to start!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photographresi.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://photographresi.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-1752475106157558146?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/1752475106157558146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=1752475106157558146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/1752475106157558146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/1752475106157558146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/06/copying-hollie.html' title='Copying Hollie'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-2969091960633616879</id><published>2008-06-20T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T09:08:21.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Name of my business????</title><content type='html'>Ok so I am trying to come up with a cool catchy name for my photography business that I am going to be trying to start here soon!! SO I need some in puts on some cool names for it can anyone help???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-2969091960633616879?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/2969091960633616879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=2969091960633616879&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/2969091960633616879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/2969091960633616879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/06/name-of-my-business.html' title='Name of my business????'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-156736738405060811</id><published>2008-06-08T16:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:42:09.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mickey Duck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SExU2oqoJBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/s76PIatOql4/s1600-h/IMG_0895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209632166566700050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SExU2oqoJBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/s76PIatOql4/s400/IMG_0895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SExUhfcXlMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/C-8sw8hX_iE/s1600-h/IMG_0897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209631803313722562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SExUhfcXlMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/C-8sw8hX_iE/s400/IMG_0897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So since Friday night my little man has been trying to fight off some NASTY stuff. Well all day yesterday (Saturday) I for the life of me could not get his temp to go down below 104. When he woke up from a nap around 4:30ish he felt like he was ON FIRE so I took his temp and he was sitting at 105. Now I know he had just woken up BUT not being able to get him below 104 ALL day was really starting to worry me. So off the the ER we went, Well it was a good thing I did because he has a double ear infection and an upper respiratory infection. The Doc said that if I had not brought him in last night there was a good chance that his ear drum could have ruptured last night:( So good thing I took him in when I did:) Well today he was feeling a little better and was wanting to go outside. Well with the heat down here we are sitting at about 95 but 105 with heat index. So I told him the only way we could go outside was if we took a small walk around the block but then had to go right back in, we can NOT play outside today cause we need to get better first. So he was good with that, he just wanted OUT of the house. Well on our walk we saw some ducks. All of a sudden he got all excited and started saying "LOOK MAMA MICKEY DUCK MY MICKEY DUCK". I for the life of me could NOT understand what the heck he was talking about. I said "Robbie Boy what the heck is a Mickey Duck"???? He said "Mama the duck from Mickey". I said "OH that duck, I said baby that is not the same duck as the Mickey Duck that ducky is still at home with his Mommy and Daddy". You see when we where down in Disney Land we say some ducks and stoped to look at them. Well there was one duck that liked Robbie for one reason or another and walked right up to him even though Robbie was not feeding him. So when Robbie saw that Duck tonight on our walk he thought that it was the same duck that was in Disney Land and it came to visit him.!!!!! He is just too funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-156736738405060811?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/156736738405060811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=156736738405060811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/156736738405060811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/156736738405060811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/06/mickey-duck.html' title='Mickey Duck'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SExU2oqoJBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/s76PIatOql4/s72-c/IMG_0895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-7754429306259036818</id><published>2008-06-03T21:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:42:10.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OH What a Time!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SEYBVh3-ScI/AAAAAAAAAI8/DEPDqmgyptc/s1600-h/IMG_0893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207851488482576834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SEYBVh3-ScI/AAAAAAAAAI8/DEPDqmgyptc/s400/IMG_0893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the last week I was so BLESSED to be able to have my parents down visiting. I can not believe how fast the time went with them here. I REALLY did not want them to leave, But like all good things it must come to an end. My mom and dad left this morning to return to 50 degree + cooler weather back home then what they have been use to for the last week:P I m sure they wanted to put there butts back on that plane and come back down!! I hate when gusts leave. After they leave it just seems like... Now what?? You get so use to having company then all of a sudden there is no one left in your house:( I miss my mom and dad WAY too much and they haven't even been gone a whole day yet:( All I have to say is I hope Aug Sept time frame comes VERY quick because I cant wait to see them again!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom~ To you and dad THANK YOU so much for EVERYTHING you did while you where down here!! You guys went ABOVE and BEYOND what I could ever imagined. Thank you for such a WONDERFUL trip and good company!! I miss you guys SOOOOO MUCH and CANT wait to see you again!!! I love you both VERY much. ~Lots of love~ Britty&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SEYA8EPv9II/AAAAAAAAAI0/dgwUVlxQngc/s1600-h/IMG_0883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207851051032507522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SEYA8EPv9II/AAAAAAAAAI0/dgwUVlxQngc/s400/IMG_0883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bampa, GaGa and Robbie Riding the horses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SEYAyp-EqTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9z1FuPiKHCk/s1600-h/IMG_0872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207850889360222514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SEYAyp-EqTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9z1FuPiKHCk/s400/IMG_0872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robbie Meeting Micky and Minnie!! WORTH the trip alone seeing his face on this one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SEYAk2e_UGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/7SOO1fJ1ySM/s1600-h/IMG_0857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207850652201341026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SEYAk2e_UGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/7SOO1fJ1ySM/s400/IMG_0857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SEYAXAXT-II/AAAAAAAAAIc/HqieffZuZKc/s1600-h/IMG_0853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207850414335326338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SEYAXAXT-II/AAAAAAAAAIc/HqieffZuZKc/s400/IMG_0853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-7754429306259036818?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/7754429306259036818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=7754429306259036818&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/7754429306259036818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/7754429306259036818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-what-time.html' title='OH What a Time!!!'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SEYBVh3-ScI/AAAAAAAAAI8/DEPDqmgyptc/s72-c/IMG_0893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-2220976974435810958</id><published>2008-05-25T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:42:10.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SDn9_5IiECI/AAAAAAAAAIU/NG-XAiN5m-w/s1600-h/My+Camera.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204470118513512482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SDn9_5IiECI/AAAAAAAAAIU/NG-XAiN5m-w/s400/My+Camera.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am excited to announce that come Thursday I will have my new toy that Rob bought for me!! He got me a new Cannon 40D camera with all the bell's and whistles!!! So with that said I can now say I am going to be going back to school!! Going to school for photography!!!! I haven't signed up for any classes yet but Rob bought the camera through Ritz Cameras and they offer small classes if you buy your camera through them, So I will just take there classes till I get signed up for some at a college!! I CAN NOT WAIT to be able to use my new camera if we go to Disney World and Sea World while my parents are down here!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-2220976974435810958?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/2220976974435810958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=2220976974435810958&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/2220976974435810958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/2220976974435810958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-toy.html' title='New Toy'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SDn9_5IiECI/AAAAAAAAAIU/NG-XAiN5m-w/s72-c/My+Camera.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-8568367331489028209</id><published>2008-05-23T07:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:42:10.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up quicker then I want him too!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SDa7h5IiEBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/HWKwKaz5v3w/s1600-h/IMG_6001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203552610419871762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SDa7h5IiEBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/HWKwKaz5v3w/s320/IMG_6001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SDa7Q5IiEAI/AAAAAAAAAIE/LONnGubOL_4/s1600-h/IMG_5998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203552318362095618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SDa7Q5IiEAI/AAAAAAAAAIE/LONnGubOL_4/s320/IMG_5998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the other night I walked into the bathroom to see Robbie playing with my thing of lip stick, I told him to go over and show daddy his lips because they had red ALL over them. Well when I looked at my tub of lip stick it was a pink color. Red flag that cant be lip stick on his lips. So I sit him up on the counter to look at his lips and what is it????........... IT"S BLOOD:P Well Robbie decided that it was time to be a "Man" and start to shave like his daddy dose:P So need less to say this is what came of it. His fist time shaving and he walked away with some cuts:( Maybe next time in like 15 years or so he will be a little better at it!!!&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/3067708077665888468-8568367331489028209?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/8568367331489028209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=8568367331489028209&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/8568367331489028209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/8568367331489028209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-other-night-i-walked-into-bathroom.html' title='Growing up quicker then I want him too!!'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SDa7h5IiEBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/HWKwKaz5v3w/s72-c/IMG_6001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-2317624977810910690</id><published>2008-05-16T10:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T10:34:37.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To All my friends this is for you....</title><content type='html'>None of that Sissy Crap&lt;br /&gt;Are you tired of those sissy 'friendship' poems that always sound good,&lt;br /&gt;but never actually come close to reality?&lt;br /&gt;Well, here is a series of promises that actually speak of true friendship.&lt;br /&gt;You will see no cutesy little smiley faces on this card-&lt;br /&gt;Just the stone cold truth of our great friendship.&lt;br /&gt;1. When you are sad --I will jump on the person who made you sad like a spider monkey jacked up on Mountain Dew!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. When you are blue -- I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.&lt;br /&gt;3. When you smile -- I will know you are plotting something that I must be involved in.&lt;br /&gt;4. When you're scared -- we will high tail it out of here.&lt;br /&gt;5. When you are worried -- I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be until you quit whining, ya big baby!!!!&lt;br /&gt;6. When you are confused -- I will use little words.&lt;br /&gt;7. When you are sick --Stay away from me until you are well again. I don't want whatever you have.&lt;br /&gt;8. When you fall -- I'll pick you up and dust you off.&lt;br /&gt;9. This is my oath...I pledge it to the end. 'Why?' you may ask -- because you are my FRIEND!&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is like peeing your pants,&lt;br /&gt;everyone can see it,&lt;br /&gt;but only you can feel the true warmth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-2317624977810910690?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/2317624977810910690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=2317624977810910690&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/2317624977810910690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/2317624977810910690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-all-my-friends-this-is-for-you.html' title='To All my friends this is for you....'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-8718034776296089594</id><published>2008-05-06T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:42:11.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Robbie and his girlfriend....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SCEkRwsn1nI/AAAAAAAAAHs/m2lKkzKEyCg/s1600-h/IMG_5939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197475332510701170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SCEkRwsn1nI/AAAAAAAAAHs/m2lKkzKEyCg/s320/IMG_5939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SCEj3wsn1mI/AAAAAAAAAHk/wP5SviMYNJM/s1600-h/IMG_5938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197474885834102370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" height="256" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SCEj3wsn1mI/AAAAAAAAAHk/wP5SviMYNJM/s320/IMG_5938.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SCEjuQsn1lI/AAAAAAAAAHc/sWYttBFCR0w/s1600-h/IMG_5915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197474722625345106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SCEjuQsn1lI/AAAAAAAAAHc/sWYttBFCR0w/s320/IMG_5915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well If you ask Robbie, Robbie who is your girlfriend? He will be more then happy to replay to you with " Hailey is my gerfriend" Just thought you all might want to see who the newest addition to our family may be someday!!! HAHA but not for a VERY VERY VERY long time if I have anything to do with it!!! But she really is a cutie!!! They get along very well together and they get to have there play dates once a week at the water park then they have a picnic by the ocean and then off to play at the park together!!! HEHE I just think they are cute together!!&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/3067708077665888468-8718034776296089594?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/8718034776296089594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=8718034776296089594&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/8718034776296089594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/8718034776296089594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/05/robbie-and-his-girlfriend.html' title='Robbie and his girlfriend....'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SCEkRwsn1nI/AAAAAAAAAHs/m2lKkzKEyCg/s72-c/IMG_5939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-8823228223015317214</id><published>2008-05-06T13:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:42:11.371-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A prayer for my Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SCCrSwsn1kI/AAAAAAAAAHU/p2OwQZuCVOE/s1600-h/IMG_3956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197342308783609410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SCCrSwsn1kI/AAAAAAAAAHU/p2OwQZuCVOE/s320/IMG_3956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am at a very sadden spot in my life. My Grandma Wilson (My Dad's Mom) is in the hospital right now and has been since Saturday. She is pretty much giving up the will to live and that saddens me very much. I always knew my Grandma as a VERY strong women. One of those Grandmas who could do anything and everything, she never let anything get in her way. You see my Grandma has very bad emphysema and it is taking her for the worst. I don't want to see anything like this happen to my Grandma, my family or for anyone for that reason. I am stuck in a hard place here because my Grandma is not saved. Now if something dose happen to her I want to know full heatedly that she is saved and I will someday again see her. Well thanks to my mom she left me with this verse today and it has helped me VERY much, So thank you VERY much for that mom. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 John 5: 13-15 I write this to you who believe in the Son of God, so that you may know you have eternal life. 14 And we can be confident that he will listen to us whenever we ask him for anything in line with his will. 15 And if we know he is listening when we make our requests, we can be sure that he will give us what we ask for.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I now with my mom ask that it will be God's will that he saves my Grandma and that my family will be able to see her again someday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until then I also pray that the Doctors will take good care of my Grandma, that my Dad can come along the side of my Uncle and Grandpa (who are non-believes also) and share with them what God as done for him, and that my Grandma will be givin the straight to pull through this and have the will to live.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-8823228223015317214?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/8823228223015317214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=8823228223015317214&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/8823228223015317214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/8823228223015317214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/05/prayer-for-my-grandma.html' title='A prayer for my Grandma'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SCCrSwsn1kI/AAAAAAAAAHU/p2OwQZuCVOE/s72-c/IMG_3956.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-3142570805734883971</id><published>2008-04-28T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:42:11.828-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Dance Dance WHAT?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SBadfgsn1iI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Aycr1L20bRk/s1600-h/IMG_5850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194512384897046050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SBadfgsn1iI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Aycr1L20bRk/s320/IMG_5850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that is what I heard Robbie singing when all of a sudden down he went and down he went HARD right on his lip right into the corner of his motorcycle. Needless to say this is the out come of his fall. The pic does no justice to what my poor baby's face looks like right now. The good thing from what the doc said is that he fell in the PERFECT place to fall on his lip. If he fell a cm to the front or a cm to the back more he would have had to get stitches in his mouth BUT thank God that, that was not the case. So for the time being my poor old bubba gump is getting all the ice cream and popsicles that he wants!! He now puts a whole new meaning the nick name bubba that I always use on him!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SBaecgsn1jI/AAAAAAAAAHM/bLG4EJJIbYY/s1600-h/IMG_5855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194513432869066290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SBaecgsn1jI/AAAAAAAAAHM/bLG4EJJIbYY/s320/IMG_5855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/3067708077665888468-3142570805734883971?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/3142570805734883971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=3142570805734883971&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/3142570805734883971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/3142570805734883971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/04/dance-dance-dance-what.html' title='Dance Dance Dance WHAT?????'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SBadfgsn1iI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Aycr1L20bRk/s72-c/IMG_5850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-4750281663201782706</id><published>2008-04-25T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:42:12.252-06:00</updated><title type='text'>March for Joey &amp; My miracle #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SBKUKAsn1hI/AAAAAAAAAG8/tLFjkPqcowY/s1600-h/joey+page.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193376220018365970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SBKUKAsn1hI/AAAAAAAAAG8/tLFjkPqcowY/s400/joey+page.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well tomorrow is my BIG walk for March for babies. I am feeling ALL kinds of emotions right now. I didn't hit my goal like I wanted to which is kinda sad for me but I did what I could. Also it ALWAYS gets me thinking when I get ready to go and do this walk. What could I have done to help save my baby Joey's life. I ALWAYS wonder if I didn't have my pap at 17 weeks would I still have my little bundle of joy who would now be 19 months old now?? AND if I didn't lose Joey would I also have my baby that I lost almost a year ago to date?? I know that, that would give me 3 babies ALL under the age of 2 1/2 but I can't help but think I should have 3 babies with me right now. I hate this feeling of all the unknown. I know God is keeping my babies safe but it just hurts so bad to know that I cant hold them and watch them grow. So with my walk tomorrow I walk for my baby Joey(9-22-06), My baby Razzano 3(4-30-07), my brother or sister in heaven, my niece or nephew in heaven, Beth's cousin Gabriel Joseph and to all the other women who know what it is to feel the loss of there baby. I will be doing my walk with Rob and Robbie tomorrow morning at 9AM. So if you think about it please pray for us while we are out there walking for all the babies out there. Thank you also to all those who donated to me and my walk it was and is VERY MUCH appreciated!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-4750281663201782706?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/4750281663201782706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=4750281663201782706&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/4750281663201782706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/4750281663201782706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/04/march-for-joey-my-miracle-3.html' title='March for Joey &amp; My miracle #3'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SBKUKAsn1hI/AAAAAAAAAG8/tLFjkPqcowY/s72-c/joey+page.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-7141317564314011048</id><published>2008-04-17T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T21:02:57.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1.5</title><content type='html'>So today I did it!!! Today was my first day out running in a VERY  L O N G time and all together I ran 1.5 miles!!! I only walked ONCE AND it was a very short distance!!! Now all's I have to do is 1. get a pair of running shoes instead of walking shoes!! and 2. Go running when it is not 80 degrees outside. So I have to start running at night or 1 st thing in the morning because today I went running at 2:30 and OHHH MY GOODNESS IT WAS HHHHOOOOOTTTT outside:P So excited to be out and running AND I found a girl in my neighborhood that likes to run too and she just started herself so we are going to be perfect for each other!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-7141317564314011048?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/7141317564314011048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=7141317564314011048&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/7141317564314011048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/7141317564314011048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/04/15.html' title='1.5'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-3412691680135205609</id><published>2008-04-15T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T13:13:06.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still alive</title><content type='html'>Ok so I know that it going on a month now since I have last bloged BUT it has been CRAZY busy around here and latley I have hardly had time to sit down and check my e-mails let alone blog about my life so in a nut shell here is what has been going on. I have on started my own busness with Lia Sophia Jewlwery so I have been VERY busy yet VERY successful with all of those happings and am LOVING doing it!! I have my 4th party in 2 this Saturday so as you can see it is GO GO GO!!! I have also been taking classes this whole past week to be able to open my own home daycare!! It is something that we are not going to get up and going right away but I am getting the classes and background checks and all the nit picky little things out of the way that way when we do decide to do it we are able to!! ALSO I Amber was down here visiting us for a week at the end of March so that took a week of my time!! So with those 3 things  it was VERY crazy. Now with things starting to get more into a rutine again I should be back up and running!!!! I still have been reading everyones blogs though!! Blog some more later!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-3412691680135205609?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/3412691680135205609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=3412691680135205609&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/3412691680135205609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/3412691680135205609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/04/still-alive.html' title='Still alive'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-4198247746034139630</id><published>2008-03-21T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:42:12.838-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A new set of wheels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/R-Q3DklZ21I/AAAAAAAAAGk/kxcvByxeGqc/s1600-h/IMG_5503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180326005882608466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/R-Q3DklZ21I/AAAAAAAAAGk/kxcvByxeGqc/s320/IMG_5503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/R-Q3SklZ22I/AAAAAAAAAGs/7vIV5815veY/s1600-h/IMG_5501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180326263580646242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/R-Q3SklZ22I/AAAAAAAAAGs/7vIV5815veY/s320/IMG_5501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Tuesday Rob and I went and bought Robbie his first BIG boy bike!! He LOVES it!! EVERY time we go outside it is stright to his bike but not before he put's on his Uncle wee wee's helmet!!! He calls it this because it is a police man helmet so since Uncle Jeremy is a police man it is his Uncle wee wee's helmet!! I love it. We now take a family bike ride everynight after dinner!!&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/3067708077665888468-4198247746034139630?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/4198247746034139630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=4198247746034139630&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/4198247746034139630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/4198247746034139630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-set-of-wheels.html' title='A new set of wheels'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/R-Q3DklZ21I/AAAAAAAAAGk/kxcvByxeGqc/s72-c/IMG_5503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-3410797564956166146</id><published>2008-03-15T00:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T00:34:00.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>I ask that you all please pray for the family's that lost there husbands yesterday afternoon in the T-34 training plain crash. One of the men was a student and the other a flight instructor. 9 times out of 10 Rob knew these people because they where attached to the squadron that Rob was JUST attached to. So please, please, PLEASE pray for these family's. I will keep you updated when I know more about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-3410797564956166146?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/3410797564956166146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=3410797564956166146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/3410797564956166146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/3410797564956166146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/03/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer Request'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-42318520510823504</id><published>2008-03-10T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T19:35:19.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day closer</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know about anyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; kids but Robbie will now NOT take a bath. Bath is for babies he says. He now HAS to take showers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; that is what daddy takes. I find it so funny how EVERYTHING that he has to do is JUST like his daddy. It is funny he will let me help him wash his hair every once and a while and then other times he just wants to be left alone to do it himself. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what the heck I am going to do without a baby to take care of. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what to do with myself sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-42318520510823504?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/42318520510823504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=42318520510823504&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/42318520510823504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/42318520510823504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-day-closer.html' title='Another day closer'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-1785011132981828207</id><published>2008-03-07T08:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T08:17:05.757-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One step closer to my new job!!!</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday I recived my Lia Sophia stuff in the mail!!! I was like a kid walking through a candy store as I opend my box from them yesterday!! I got 24 new pices of jewlwery and a whole bunch of ready stuff to help me with my parties and a few other things!! I just cant wait to get out and get started!!!! 2 more weeks!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-1785011132981828207?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/1785011132981828207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=1785011132981828207&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/1785011132981828207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/1785011132981828207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-step-closer-to-my-new-job.html' title='One step closer to my new job!!!'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-4167885814246126164</id><published>2008-03-04T22:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T23:00:20.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Spoke With My Child.</title><content type='html'>So tonight I was playing around on my myspace and I came across a bulletin from one of the friends I have on my list. She put this video in a bulletin and I just lost it when I watched it. As much as I miss my little Joey I know that he is in the safest place that he could EVER be in and I Thank God for that everyday. So if you want here is the link to that video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ispokewithmychild.com/presentation.htm"&gt;http://www.ispokewithmychild.com/presentation.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a touching video it is......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-4167885814246126164?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/4167885814246126164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=4167885814246126164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/4167885814246126164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/4167885814246126164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/03/touching-one.html' title='I Spoke With My Child.'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-4189470772683326762</id><published>2008-03-03T10:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:42:13.149-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One for the road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/R8wuybSJqeI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nMM7tSUZMRY/s1600-h/IMG_5361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173561515794082274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/R8wuybSJqeI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nMM7tSUZMRY/s320/IMG_5361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday I was doing some of my running around in Pensacola. Well while doing so Robbie had informed me of the fact that he had to go poo poo!! I was SOOO EXCITED because this was the first time that he had told me while I was driving that he had to do a number 2!! So I pull over at a gas station take him to the bathroom, get the toilet all ready for him and he does his thing. I was shocked because he was on a schedule of going between 7 and 7:30 for about a whole week and a half straight that is when he would go and then when when I was driving at 11ish and he is telling me this I thought to myself "He just wants to get out of his car seat and he knows if he tells me this then he can and will get out of it" But I took him out and he did go!! I was sooooo happy and proud of him that I told him that he could have one special treat and asked him what he wanted so he told me "I want some housecream mama" So that is what he was going to get we where back in the van on our way to get some ice cream. Well not even a min down the road "I have to go poo poo mama." UGGGG we are still about 5 or so mins from the ice cream place so I pull over to ANOTHER gas station and get him out walk in and ask the lady where are your restrooms?? She says out back so we go out back I open the door for him to go and ALLLL I SAID was "OH" and Robbie not missing a beat says "OH NO MAMA THAT DISGUSTIN I NO POO POO". "IN A LIL BIT." I just DIED laughing I don't think I have laughed so hard in so long. I was so proud of my little boy that day that he REALLY did know the difference between a clean restroom and a dirty stinky one!! All I can say is that bathroom smelled like pee, poo, and smoke ALL IN ONE:P So that was my little funny story to start off my weekend!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-4189470772683326762?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/4189470772683326762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=4189470772683326762&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/4189470772683326762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/4189470772683326762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-for-road.html' title='One for the road'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/R8wuybSJqeI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nMM7tSUZMRY/s72-c/IMG_5361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-2641726627906044207</id><published>2008-02-27T09:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:42:15.219-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me!!!</title><content type='html'>Well today is not my Birthday but Monday was. Lets just say we started the day off on a VERY ICKY note with throwing up:P AND NO I am sad to report that it is not because I am pregnet. I have had that asked to me now I dont know how many times I just have the bug that is going around:P I just thought that I would share some of my new fat man collection's that I recived for my birthday!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/R8WIQNUYw7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/GTKa33WP2m0/s1600-h/IMG_5463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171689559139337138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/R8WIQNUYw7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/GTKa33WP2m0/s320/IMG_5463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the set that started it all from my mom and dad for Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And these are what Rob added to the collection for my Birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/R8XqD9UYw8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/l_4v6YKSQis/s1600-h/IMG_5459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171797100825461698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/R8XqD9UYw8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/l_4v6YKSQis/s320/IMG_5459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/R8XqD9UYw8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/l_4v6YKSQis/s1600-h/IMG_5459.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A serving plate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/R8XqhNUYw9I/AAAAAAAAAF8/a-H-Kf9l1-8/s1600-h/IMG_5460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171797603336635346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/R8XqhNUYw9I/AAAAAAAAAF8/a-H-Kf9l1-8/s320/IMG_5460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A dip bowl with a little fat man knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/R8XqudUYw-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/SlRYVCwx6Ok/s1600-h/IMG_5455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171797830969902050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/R8XqudUYw-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/SlRYVCwx6Ok/s320/IMG_5455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/R8XqhNUYw9I/AAAAAAAAAF8/a-H-Kf9l1-8/s1600-h/IMG_5460.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/R8XqudUYw-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/SlRYVCwx6Ok/s1600-h/IMG_5455.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salt and pepper shakers, a warming dish, and a spoon holder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/R8XraNUYw_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/gmbJayiB3xg/s1600-h/IMG_5457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171798582589178866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/R8XraNUYw_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/gmbJayiB3xg/s320/IMG_5457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/R8XqudUYw-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/SlRYVCwx6Ok/s1600-h/IMG_5455.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fat women "Brittany" and a fat man "Rob" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVED this one when I saw it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/R8Xrx9UYxAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jB_CdpccDqU/s1600-h/IMG_5458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171798990611072002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/R8Xrx9UYxAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jB_CdpccDqU/s320/IMG_5458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/R8Xrx9UYxAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jB_CdpccDqU/s1600-h/IMG_5458.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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&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&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&gt;And my fat man spoon holder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all I must say my man did pretty good for himself this year on my birthday!! It was a nice addition to my kitchen and my canaseter set that my mom and dad got me!! &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/3067708077665888468-2641726627906044207?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/2641726627906044207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=2641726627906044207&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/2641726627906044207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/2641726627906044207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me!!!'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/R8WIQNUYw7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/GTKa33WP2m0/s72-c/IMG_5463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-3395317366144513637</id><published>2008-02-22T15:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T15:50:42.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One day closer</title><content type='html'>Well I am happy to say that today was the first day that Robbie and I went out to 3 different stores and he made it the WHOLE time without peeing in his pants!!! We have been kinda affried to put him in his big boy underware when we go out and about but today he was bound and determind to do it without the dipper!! Just one more day till we can say he is DIPPER FREE!! other then time night time. He has also picked up on the going poo poo on the potty VERY well!! We took him to Chuck Cheese as he calles it last weekend for his reward for doing SOOOOOO GOOD with it all!! My little man once again is getting ALLLL TOOOO BIG for me:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-3395317366144513637?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/3395317366144513637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=3395317366144513637&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/3395317366144513637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/3395317366144513637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-day-closer.html' title='One day closer'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3067708077665888468.post-2150506054791598008</id><published>2008-02-22T08:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T08:48:01.504-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth is revield</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter" title="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" alt="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/I/storage/site1/files/16/18/22/161822_989478b30eeb747w1i7024.JPG" width="435" height="470" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter"  &gt;Look-alike Meter&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/family-tree-charts"  &gt;Family tree charts&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/family-tree-template"  &gt;Family tree template&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTEyMDM2OTE2NjcyMTUmcD*xMTA1NzEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2Vy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3067708077665888468-2150506054791598008?l=thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/feeds/2150506054791598008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3067708077665888468&amp;postID=2150506054791598008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/2150506054791598008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3067708077665888468/posts/default/2150506054791598008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepilotswife-brittany.blogspot.com/2008/02/truth-is-revield.html' title='The truth is revield'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018059271014941681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RJNr0DLdEFU/SKXvWFyNEGI/AAAAAAAAANw/T1FIOB6Pef8/S220/IMG_2812.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
