<?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-14622986</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:35:25.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><subtitle type='html'>Growing up is never easy.  Growing up in Northern Ireland was harder.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>200</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-115693925048129867</id><published>2006-08-30T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T05:00:50.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog have a read</title><content type='html'>You will enjoy the stories in this blog http://steelsharks.blogspot.com/ have a read tell me what you think.&lt;a href="http://steelsharks.blogspot.com./"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-115693925048129867?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/115693925048129867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=115693925048129867' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115693925048129867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115693925048129867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-blog-have-read.html' title='New blog have a read'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-115692306716854121</id><published>2006-08-30T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T00:31:07.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last post in the UK</title><content type='html'>The next time i post i will be living in Germany so take care everyone till then. I will enjoy catching up on your blogs when we get set up. Back soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-115692306716854121?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/115692306716854121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=115692306716854121' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115692306716854121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115692306716854121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/08/last-post-in-uk.html' title='Last post in the UK'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-115678535195473799</id><published>2006-08-28T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T10:15:52.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth Fairy</title><content type='html'>Little boys tooth fell out last night so of course he gets excited and says that the tooth fairy will come while he was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's me last night slipping my hand under his pillow hoping that he won't wake up just  so i can get the tooth out and stick money underneath. The little bugger  had put it right under his head so as i pushed my hand in his head was lifting. I could just imagine his eye's opening and him asking me what i'm doing. I don't know about you's but the going rate here is a pound per tooth. I remember we got 20p and that s only if my mum could spare the 20p .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He run in this morning at 6am shouting "look mum and dad the tooth fairy has come and left me a pound". He was so excited when we went out that he could spend his money. In the end i added another pound so he could get what he wanted.Just another 21 teeth to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-115678535195473799?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/115678535195473799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=115678535195473799' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115678535195473799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115678535195473799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/08/tooth-fairy.html' title='Tooth Fairy'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-115642127224881152</id><published>2006-08-24T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T05:07:52.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Down</title><content type='html'>Just over a week left then we hand the house back and we move on. Dropping the kids of next Friday at Granny and Grandads house then we are back to sort things out. I just want to go now this hanging around is doing my head in. The kids are ready and they have got it sorted in there head that after next friday they won't be back to this house and they are looking forward to doing up their new rooms to the way they want them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been going through the Ikea catalogue to see what we need for the new place and what else i just want. Does anybody else go to Ikea and say yes we need this this and this but come out with much more than what you went in for or is that just me. I can't help it i go well its only this amount and we could use this,  everytime we go there.   Nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my brother coming tomorrow night i'm so looking forward to seeing him, its been a while and it might be along time before i see him again. No doubt the stories will come out like they always do when we have a drink, its the way we are, we like to remember the old times and we have such a laugh. It should be a good night all round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody any plans for the weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-115642127224881152?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/115642127224881152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=115642127224881152' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115642127224881152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115642127224881152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/08/counting-down.html' title='Counting Down'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-115624771282632360</id><published>2006-08-22T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T04:55:12.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Backs broke</title><content type='html'>All morning i have been taking curtains down and putting more up, sticking army ones in the washing machine and tonight i will be ironing them. i have also been clearing out the hotpress thats where i keep all my bedding and towels and sticking them in boxes. My back is broke i could just sit and rest now but i've got more to do including looking after two kids that want something every two minutes. I'm dreading unpacking with the kids around, everytime we have moved the kids have gone to granny and grandad which has been great help. Its something i'm not looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've two days of work left this Friday and next Wednesday i will be glad when its over just because two extra kids in a house full of boxes and not much space is hell. And also me being sort tempered doesn't help. One month from now and everything should be back to normal (I hope).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-115624771282632360?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/115624771282632360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=115624771282632360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115624771282632360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115624771282632360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/08/backs-broke.html' title='Backs broke'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-115600861243549539</id><published>2006-08-19T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T10:30:12.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Up in the World</title><content type='html'>With husband being promoted it means that at Christmas we should have a Ball in the Sergents Mess well today i was out  looking at ball gowns and i have fell in love with one. It is a long black corset dress but it also have detachable straps so you have two dresses in one. When i had it up against me and i looked in the mirror i felt amazing. I could just imagine myself walking in to the Ball with the dress on and hubby in his mess dress it would be fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really want to buy anything just yet so when it is time to buy one i'm hoping i can order it online and cross fingers that they will post it to Germany for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How silly am i, i felt like cinderella today in my fairy tale dress. At that very second i felt great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-115600861243549539?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/115600861243549539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=115600861243549539' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115600861243549539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115600861243549539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/08/going-up-in-world.html' title='Going Up in the World'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-115592045057051243</id><published>2006-08-18T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T11:57:19.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrabo Tower</title><content type='html'>Gave me and hubby vertigo looking up - it was nearly as bad looking down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2863/1329/1600/DSC00898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2863/1329/320/DSC00898.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I grew up I could see this everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2863/1329/1600/DSC00894.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2863/1329/320/DSC00894.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2863/1329/1600/DSC00895.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2863/1329/320/DSC00895.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-115592045057051243?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/115592045057051243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=115592045057051243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115592045057051243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115592045057051243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/08/scrabo-tower.html' title='Scrabo Tower'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-115570658725738457</id><published>2006-08-17T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T07:24:38.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giants Causeway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2863/1329/1600/DSC00818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2863/1329/320/DSC00818.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the kids faces when they where standing on the Giants Causeway was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2863/1329/1600/DSC00838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2863/1329/320/DSC00838.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2863/1329/1600/DSC00812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2863/1329/320/DSC00812.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the view we had when we started our walk to the Giants Causeway, it looks fantastic doesn't it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-115570658725738457?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/115570658725738457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=115570658725738457' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115570658725738457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115570658725738457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/08/giants-causeway.html' title='Giants Causeway'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-115582858185203666</id><published>2006-08-17T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T09:00:03.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastic or what</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2863/1329/1600/DSC00847.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2863/1329/320/DSC00847.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take away everything that you read about or hear about on the news and this is what you could see if you went to Northern Ireland, it is an amazing place. If you don't go you will miss out. We seen this beautiful cottage when we stopped of to get something to eat it was a little fishing village. Absolutly beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2863/1329/1600/DSC00850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2863/1329/320/DSC00850.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-115582858185203666?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/115582858185203666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=115582858185203666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115582858185203666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115582858185203666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/08/fantastic-or-what.html' title='Fantastic or what'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-115582648124701954</id><published>2006-08-17T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T07:56:45.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Antrim Coast</title><content type='html'>Driving back to my mums this was the view all along the Antrim Coast.&lt;br /&gt;You could see for miles and miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2863/1329/1600/DSC00857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2863/1329/320/DSC00857.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2863/1329/1600/DSC00848.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2863/1329/320/DSC00848.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-115582648124701954?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/115582648124701954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=115582648124701954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115582648124701954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115582648124701954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/08/antrim-coast.html' title='Antrim Coast'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-115571305898636089</id><published>2006-08-16T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T00:24:19.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Blogger</title><content type='html'>Blogger at the minute won't let me put my photo's on, but i will find away for you to see some of the beautiful photo's we took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle of the week already, nearly another week down for me . Two weeks this Friday the kids go to stay with Granny  so we can get stuck into packing and putting down beds and other furniture before the removal guys come.  Tomorrow i'm meeting up with my friend and her two kids  we are going for lunch , this will be the last time the kids see each other. But they will keep in contact through email. At the minute we have boxes all round the house with bits and pieces in that we don't think we will need until we get to our new place.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter asked me yesterday if her bed will be coming with us and her little kitchen she has in her room, when i said yes she got so excited. I think she thought that we will just leave everything behind for the new people that will get this house. Its just shows what goes on in there little heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day everyone, i'm hoping today for me will be more relaxed that what it has been for the past two days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-115571305898636089?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/115571305898636089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=115571305898636089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115571305898636089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115571305898636089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/08/bloody-blogger.html' title='Bloody Blogger'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-115556222930683933</id><published>2006-08-14T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T06:30:29.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Week</title><content type='html'>Our two weeks leave was great, going back to Northern Ireland and taking the kids to see all the places i've been to was fantastic. Over the next few days i will be posting pictures of the places we seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we came back we have been packing, we are leaving at the beginning of September so there is a lot to do before then. Sleeping at night is hell i have so much going round in my head that i can't sleep properly. Over the last couple of days my daughter has been having accidents and she has been out of nappies for nealy two years. Its not like her, she is feeling the stress of it too. Everyday she asks if she is going to her new house and her new school. Its not like we can't tell her that we are moving, her going to sleep in her bed one night and then in a new bed the next and everything being all sweetness and light is just not going to happen. Its never that easy is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How has everybody been in the last two weeks anybody going on holiday or have already been if so where did you go and what did you get up to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-115556222930683933?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/115556222930683933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=115556222930683933' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115556222930683933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115556222930683933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/08/amazing-week.html' title='Amazing Week'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-115433665108613700</id><published>2006-07-31T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T02:04:11.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Home</title><content type='html'>Hubby got back on Friday, it has been great seeing him. We took the kids bowling and swimming over the weekend. They just can't get enough of him, they have done nothing but hang round his neck. They are like his second skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have today and tomorrow just the four of us then Wednesday we fly to my mum and dads in N.Ireland, it will be a mad week but a good one. I have been looking at places to take the kids while we are there, it will be good to go to places i haven't seen in such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will catch up with all your blogs when i get back, take care for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-115433665108613700?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/115433665108613700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=115433665108613700' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115433665108613700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115433665108613700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/07/hes-home.html' title='He&apos;s Home'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-115399519363619373</id><published>2006-07-27T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T03:13:13.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-march out</title><content type='html'>I had my pre-march out yesterday, its where someone comes round your house to have a look to see if there is any damage and they will also tell you what you need to do before you move out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's me for the past two days making sure my house is spotless inside and out before she came round. Stressed out to hell and then she turns up. She walks straight from the door till the sofa and doesn't go anywhere else. I couldn't believe it, the last one we had he looked everywhere. All she did was ask me questions  about the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is my house won't need done again until i get back from my mum's so i can get the packing done without worrying about anything else. Maybe thats a bad thing because then i will pack to much, not that thats anything new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working today could do without it i had 2hrs sleep because of the thunderstorm, my daughter woke up crying she said she was scared. she wasn't the only one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-115399519363619373?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/115399519363619373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=115399519363619373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115399519363619373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115399519363619373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/07/pre-march-out.html' title='Pre-march out'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-115393066594714539</id><published>2006-07-26T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T09:17:46.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasty Wasp</title><content type='html'>Big cherry tree in my garden which the birds have a field day in but they drop more than they eat, of course the wasps enjoy what son the ground. Yesterday morning i went to get something of the line but i didn't have any shoes on i stood  on a wasp and it stung. It bloody hurt, walking on it all day was just not good. That was the first time i have been stung and i wouldn't want to be stung again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last summer my daughter got stung twice in the same week, once on the finger and the second time was on the throat she was very brave, i wanted to cry but couldn't because the kids where there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more days till he gets home not that i'm counting or anything, it will be good to see him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-115393066594714539?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/115393066594714539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=115393066594714539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115393066594714539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115393066594714539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/07/nasty-wasp.html' title='Nasty Wasp'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-115373463632063902</id><published>2006-07-24T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T02:50:36.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I must be mad</title><content type='html'>My son has got this friend i think he is mad but every so often my son wants to invite him round to the house, well today is one of those days. He will be here for 2hrs and in my mind two hours to long. Its hard when your kids really like some one and you can't stand them isn't it. I feel really bad saying this about a six year old but from he comes till he leaves i'm always on edge. He's one of these that thinks its really funny to run into walls and doors. All the kids laugh at him and thats what makes him do it even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say when 12oclock comes and i'm closing the door behind him i will be glad and then i can relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was abit up and down, we had a great time when we went to Oxford to be with family on the Saturday but yesterday dragged. Not long now till hubby gets back, i can't wait to see him and straight on to leave for 2weeks. By Friday i will be buzzing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did everybody else have a good weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-115373463632063902?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/115373463632063902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=115373463632063902' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115373463632063902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115373463632063902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-must-be-mad.html' title='I must be mad'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-115358642458090525</id><published>2006-07-22T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T09:40:35.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a mad  day for me, i meet up with the girls for coffee half way through they brought out a card and a present for me, they bought me a beautiful pair of amber earings . After i read the card i just burst into tears it was so sweet. I will miss them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my coffee morning i picked up my daughter, her teacher asked her for a cuddle and she told her that she will miss her so much. Before i knew it i was crying again. Final port of call i picked my son up and he gave the class a game to say thank you and the teacher said to him that everytime they play the game  they will think of him, that set me off again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the day i was totally drained i just wanted a big hug from my other half and to say that everything will be alright but i have to wait till next weekend to get one. Miss him like crazy and he does me. I keep telling myself it won't be long till he's back then we have 2weeks of leave to enjoy. I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-115358642458090525?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/115358642458090525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=115358642458090525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115358642458090525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115358642458090525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/07/sad-day.html' title='Sad Day'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-115346443923189223</id><published>2006-07-20T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T23:47:19.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed emotions</title><content type='html'>This is the kids last day of school i feel quite sad in someways because this will be the last time they play with some of their friends or even see them again. The kids are pleased that there is no more school from today but i don't know whether it will sink in especially with my son that this is really goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They let him meet the teacher that he would of got in September so he automatically thinks that he will go to her for year 2, i'm hoping over the 6weeks he will realize that he isn't going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i am meeting a few of the mums for our Friday morning coffee, again this will be the last time we do that together but we have planned to get together over the summer for a meal and a few drinks to say goodbye properly. I have made some good friends here, the day i leave will be a sad day for me i will miss them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-115346443923189223?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/115346443923189223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=115346443923189223' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115346443923189223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115346443923189223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/07/mixed-emotions.html' title='Mixed emotions'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-115337772489847032</id><published>2006-07-19T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T23:42:04.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer holidays</title><content type='html'>This week has been up and down for me, i don't know about the kids but i'm ready for them to have time off school whether i will be saying that in a couple of weeks time when i have had enough is another thing.  What i'm looking forward to is not having to do two different school runs. Being able to still be in pjs till lunch time if we want to. I'm bloody knackered and i think the kids are too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working today and i will be during the summer holidays, but from the last friday in August that will be it no more childminding ever again. I just feel that i never get away from kids so out to work it is. The scary thing is i'm looking forward to it. I've been a housewife and mother for six years its time for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since hubby left on Monday i have been keeping myself busy so after work today i have my friend and her kids coming for dinner, it will be mad but i'm not on my own so i don't care. The big test for me will be the weekend i'm not looking forward to it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody any plans for the weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-115337772489847032?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/115337772489847032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=115337772489847032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115337772489847032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115337772489847032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/07/summer-holidays.html' title='Summer holidays'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-115324381556658294</id><published>2006-07-18T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T10:30:15.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Done in</title><content type='html'>I'm bloody knackered over the last two nights i haven't had much sleep with everything going on in my head and also my daughter not sleeping. The reason for her not sleeping is she is thinking about the move as well as going to Granny's on holiday  and of course dad being away. Me and her are they same we strees about things before they even happen. Two nightmares. I think an early night is called for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anybody watch Driving Mum and Dad mad last night, i think my kids have tantrum but theses kids are unbelieveable. One kid pulled a knife on his mum and then a corkscrew and he was only 7years old. Another one was only 3 and he was looking in to the camera saying " I'm going to kill you". I wouldn't like to have those kids in my house. If you didn't watch it do its on ITV1 Monday night 9pm its worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids are going to bed in half an hour so i better go and sort them out. The way i feel i will be in bed 5minutes after the kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-115324381556658294?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/115324381556658294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=115324381556658294' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115324381556658294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115324381556658294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/07/done-in.html' title='Done in'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-115315493969968321</id><published>2006-07-17T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T09:48:59.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone Again</title><content type='html'>Had a fantastic weekend i didn't want it to end, i'm really greatful that my sister inlaw could look after my kids. They enjoyed her company a lot, they will miss seeing her when we move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby left again today for 2weeks, he was telling the kids this morning that he wouldn't be home a tea time he would see them in 12 sleeps. I just wanted to hide when he was telling them, my son was alright about it but my daughter misses him so much. She was just getting use to him being at home and now he is off again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was that hard for me i didn't want to be in the house this morning when he came to get his bags, i sent him a text to say that i loved him and would miss him a lot and i didn't want to be there because i know i would have cried. I'm stressed out a lot at the moment with his time away and the move that i just cry at the drop of a hat. As you can imagine its like walking on eggshells around me at the minute i'm sure he is glad he is away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight i have a big pile of ironing waiting for me, what a fun evening.  Monday blues  thankgod its  nearly over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-115315493969968321?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/115315493969968321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=115315493969968321' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115315493969968321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115315493969968321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/07/alone-again.html' title='Alone Again'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-115294847025049487</id><published>2006-07-15T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T00:27:50.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24hrs</title><content type='html'>Going away today with my other half, my sister inlaw is looking after the kids for us. The thought of 24hrs not stressing out about things that have to be done sounds good to me. Have a good weekend everyone i plan too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-115294847025049487?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/115294847025049487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=115294847025049487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115294847025049487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115294847025049487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/07/24hrs.html' title='24hrs'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-115280734589894687</id><published>2006-07-13T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T09:15:46.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It comes in three's</title><content type='html'>Over the past month we have had our fair share of things happenning or first three things where good:_&lt;br /&gt; 1. hubby got promoted,&lt;br /&gt; 2. the army owed us a lot of money and we got it&lt;br /&gt; 3. we are moving back to Germany ( Fantastic news)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our good luck didn't last, we have three bad things straight after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hubby is going away for 2weeks from Monday&lt;br /&gt;2. We got a flat instead of a house (wanted a garden so much for the kids)&lt;br /&gt;3. Two days after he gets back off leave he is going away again for 10days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A real kick in the teeth. We could do without the time away we have so much to do before we move. When he told me we had a flat i was well disappointed i just couldn't beleive it. I'm a lot more positive about it now because in the end its what we make it that counts. It will be a sad day when i have to leave this house. 6 weeks and we are gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-115280734589894687?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/115280734589894687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=115280734589894687' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115280734589894687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115280734589894687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-comes-in-threes.html' title='It comes in three&apos;s'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-115261852986159709</id><published>2006-07-11T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T04:48:49.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend</title><content type='html'>I would recommend camping to everyone, its great fun for all the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there at 7pm Friday night, got stuck in straight away and put the tent up. Daughter wasn't very well after her jabs all she did was sleep on the way to The New forest so while we put up the tent she sat in the car, our son met friends and he was off playing football. Half way putting the tent up we opened our first bottle of wine just to get us in the mood abit more. By the time we put up the tent G was sleeping in the car so hubby picked her up and put her straight to bed. She slept all night, our son was so excited he stayed awake till 10.30pm. We just sat out side and opened another bottle of wine and chilled out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went to the beach, the weather was fantastic. After it we went back to the camp site and had a picnic. By that stage another 10 tents had turned up and the people had the BBQ's going. It was great. We cheated and went out for dinner, got back and had a few beers and played battledships with the kids. It was about 10 and the kids wanted to go to bed, one minute they where on othersides of the tent from each other next they where together and then when we looked in the two little monsters had climbed into out bed and has fallen asleep. I eneded up in a kids spiderman sleeping bag, hubby had one a little bigger while our two had a big bed all too themselves. You would have laughed your heads off if you had seen us. To make matters worse when i woke up hubby had climbed on to the big mattress with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we came home early because it was raining, but we were all knackered so that didn't matter. We all can't wait to do it again. But we can't fit it in again this year so bring on March next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-115261852986159709?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/115261852986159709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=115261852986159709' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115261852986159709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115261852986159709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-weekend.html' title='My weekend'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-115218998040198524</id><published>2006-07-06T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T05:46:20.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre school Booster</title><content type='html'>My daughters pre school booster tomorrow but i'm not taking her i'm leaving that up to my other half. I don't like it, i took my son and me thinking ahead i brought him sweets and juice to make him be happy after it. He told me to keep my sweets and that he wasn't getting in to my car. It was all my fault that he got hurt. I felt like shit after that, so i won't take them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the day to day crap when there in a mood so its his turn to be at the end of a tantrum for once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to going camping tomorrow, it should be a good weekend if all goes well. Has any of you any plans?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-115218998040198524?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/115218998040198524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=115218998040198524' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115218998040198524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115218998040198524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/07/pre-school-booster.html' title='Pre school Booster'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-115209479586129756</id><published>2006-07-05T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T03:19:55.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How would you feel?</title><content type='html'>Its starting to sink in that i'm leaving soon. I can't wait but i'm nerves at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this house, the people are great and i have made really good friend. Having to do it all again the thought is scary how would you feel if you had to do what i have to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-115209479586129756?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/115209479586129756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=115209479586129756' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115209479586129756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115209479586129756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-would-you-feel.html' title='How would you feel?'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-115201126451520552</id><published>2006-07-04T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T04:07:44.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Wimp</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning came down the stairs to be welcomed by a big spider, it was big all over thats the ones that i hate. Kids come down the stairs and there's me trying to be brave, kids start to freak out so i tell them that dad will get it when he comes down. When he comes walking in the door the kids both go daddy look a spider. He told them that it won't touch them if they leave it alone. Of course me i'm freaking out even more by this stage but i can't show the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby says he has to go to work so of he goes, as soon as the door closes i tell my daughter to  get the  hoover that we are ging to get rid of the spider. The kids start to cheer, me being so small i have to get up on a chair to reach him by that stage i was crapping myself just incase it runs away. The kids cheer some more when they see it being sucked up. I start to hoover my floor and my daughter switches the hoover off, next thing i know the bloody big spider is trying to climb back our of the hoover my daughter runs and switches the hoover back on again of course i suck as much up as i can hopingthat i will have killed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a bloody big wimp i am do you believe we are all going camping on Friday for the weekend what are we going to be like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-115201126451520552?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/115201126451520552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=115201126451520552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115201126451520552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115201126451520552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/07/big-wimp.html' title='Big Wimp'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-115149272883876878</id><published>2006-06-28T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T04:05:28.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Long Weeks</title><content type='html'>Finally my hubby's course is coming to an end he should be home tomorrow before tea time. 8 weeks all together he has been away, it will be good to feel like a proper family for a while. Kids are excited about seeing him tomorrow they both said this morning just one more sleep till dad gets home. From he walks in the door tomorrow till he goes back to work monday he is going to be tortured. It will be good to get the break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son is going to his first school disco tomorrow, this is the start of it. My son dances like his father so everybody else needs to watch out on the dance floor he's dangerous. All his friends are going to be there i'm hoping that i can take my camera so i can get some good pictures to remind him of his friends after we leave. We also have his birthday party on saturday, he is having a joint one with his best mate. Nothing like an all boys party, i think its going to be mayhem but they will enjoy it and thats the main thing. The cheeky little boy keeps asking is he going to have loads of presents from his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a busy weekend coming up and at the minute all i want to do is sleep my daughter has been poorly and the sleepless nights are doing me in. I have two partys to get through on saturday if i stay awake i will be surprised. Not a weeknd i'm looking forward too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-115149272883876878?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/115149272883876878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=115149272883876878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115149272883876878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115149272883876878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/06/8-long-weeks.html' title='8 Long Weeks'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-115124521377236341</id><published>2006-06-25T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T07:20:13.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stubburn Man</title><content type='html'>Me all excited phoned my mum and dad to tell them where we are moving too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum "thats great honey i will be over next year to see you". &lt;br /&gt;Me "If you do mum that would be great, hopefully this time we will have a house"&lt;br /&gt;Mum "Crossing my fingers for you love that you get one"&lt;br /&gt;Me "Is dad there?&lt;br /&gt;Mum " I will get hime now for you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me "Hi dad, did you hear my good news"&lt;br /&gt;Dad " Yes i did but i won't be coming to Germany to see you"&lt;br /&gt;Me " Why not"&lt;br /&gt;Dad "Don't have a passport and don't plan to get one"&lt;br /&gt;Me "We are making the efford to go and see you in August before we go"&lt;br /&gt;Dad " Don't care. I don't like the Germans"&lt;br /&gt;Me "What Germans do you know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this stage i was well pissed off and i'm sure he could tell in my voice so he handed the phone back to my mum. She told me that he won't change his mind, so i have told her that we will be only coming back to the Uk once a year so if he wants to see the kids abit more he will have to make the efford and come over. My dad knows how to put a downer on things doesn't he.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-115124521377236341?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/115124521377236341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=115124521377236341' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115124521377236341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115124521377236341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/06/stubburn-man.html' title='Stubburn Man'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-115099629262562018</id><published>2006-06-22T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T10:11:32.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Excited</title><content type='html'>Since hubby told me that we are moving in September i have been buzzing, i just can't wait. I have been looking for schools for the kids, i have also been looking at some of the houses that we can move into. So much to do before September i just want to get on and do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother inlaw went home this morning i'm going to miss the company, she was a star while she was here, she helped out with the kids, done my ironing and she was some one to talk to. It was good to have some company while hubby is away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter is driving me round the bend she totally ignores anything i ask her to do and she has selective hearing which does my head in. The constant  nagging and crying is so doing my head in at the minute. It sounds really bad but 7pm i'm so glad to get rid of her just to have a break. Hubby is coming home tonight but he is away again in the morning i think a couple of beers are called for just to chill out. My emotions are all over the place at the minute excited, tired, frustrated all rolled into one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the weekend so i can chill out some more. Anybody doing anything exciting over the weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-115099629262562018?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/115099629262562018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=115099629262562018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115099629262562018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115099629262562018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/06/all-excited.html' title='All Excited'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-115083891022370229</id><published>2006-06-20T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T14:28:30.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacked</title><content type='html'>They sacked my sister on Friday she was well and truely pissed off. When i spoke to her she was so angry, she asked them why she was getting the sack he said that she will get a letter through the post saying why.  Bloody nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got our posting order we are moving to Germany in September, i'm so excited we happen to be going back to the place where we first moved to when we got married and our son was born. Roll on September i can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been blogging much i have my mother inlaw here, she is fantastic company. I'm not looking forward to her going home on Thursday hubby will still be away his course doesn't finish till the 31st. Have any of you been up to much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-115083891022370229?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/115083891022370229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=115083891022370229' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115083891022370229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115083891022370229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/06/sacked.html' title='Sacked'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-115030593722865178</id><published>2006-06-14T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T10:25:43.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Pissed Off</title><content type='html'>Just spoke to my mum on the phone and i asked if everything was alright no she said, so of course i ask her whats up and she told me that my sister could be losing her job tomorrow. I couldn't believe it, she has been in the job 11months and in that time she has had 3weeks holiday off  if your lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people have put a complaint in against her, my sister told me a couple of weeks ago that they said that she had left empty boxes in the store room and she was suppose to get rid of them, of course she said sorry but that didn't end it they stopped talking to her. I wouldn't mind but they are older women not little teenage kids that get kicks out of not talking to people. And one of them also said that they has left a box out in the shop waiting for her to come in to see whether she would pick it up and put it away and she didn't. Why the fuck should she, my views on that are get of your lazy ass and put it away yourself. What do they want a fucking slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway they gave her a letter to say that the manager wants to speak to her and more or less she is losing her job. What gets me she got no written warnings or anything else. I didn't think they could do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past 12years my sister has went through hell and back, she was in a relationship for 3years and he was hitting her and she didn't tell anybody tell she plucked up the courage to throw him out, after that she met what we thought was a good guy but when she feel pregnant he walked out (bastard), She was pregnant when she met the love of her life everything was going great and she had another baby. Life was great for her then when her son was 1year old her life changed, her other half went out for a bike ride 5minutes into it he died of a heart attack at the age of 32. For the past 6years its just been her and her two kids and she has just  taking everything that has been thrown  at her head on and now this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the strongest person i know and i Love her with all my heart she doesn't need this crap. I just hope for her sake that she takes this one on the chin and moves on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse my language but i'm mega pissed off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-115030593722865178?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/115030593722865178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=115030593722865178' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115030593722865178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115030593722865178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/06/well-pissed-off.html' title='Well Pissed Off'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-115013322437539603</id><published>2006-06-12T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T10:27:04.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone</title><content type='html'>This weather is fantastic but its killing me, it was too warm today. I've got prickly heat so trying to sleep at night time is hell, Its constantly itchy and thats what drives me mad. We could do with a good thunder storm to clear the air couldn't we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good weekend with hubby and the kids but he left again yesterday so i'm home alone again. I might get to see him abit more on this course which will be good and i've got my mother inlaw coming on friday and she is good company and the kids love her to bits so that should break it up a bit for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far this is the last course that he will be on until after our summer holiday, but i wouldn't bet on that because i know what the army is like and things change quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have decided to go to my mum and dads in the summer for a week. In someways i'm dreading it, my kids haven't been back in a long time and i know what some poeple can be like. You get the odd asshole who will comment on the English accent for an e.g "who owns the English bastards" and then i will lose my temper. But the rest will welcome them with open arms. I can just see my self now i will be outside with them the whole time making sure that they are alright and also that my daughter doesn't run away. It will be a stressful week but we want to go over before we move in October because if we get Germany we only plan to come back to the UK once a year. Hoping to find out at the end of the month where we are moving to i can't wait to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did everybody else have a good weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-115013322437539603?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/115013322437539603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=115013322437539603' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115013322437539603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/115013322437539603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/06/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114976802395016361</id><published>2006-06-08T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T05:00:26.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast Week</title><content type='html'>I don't know were the time has gone since last Friday and our good news. By the ways Thanks everybody for being so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we just celebrated all day, more or less from the England game right through till 12pm we drank and most of it was champagne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we took the kids to the park then we went and had a couple of cold beers in a local pubs beer garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday hubby went back to work and one of the kids went back to school, Monday night we had a bbq and hubby came home with a sheet of places to choose from for our next posting so we chatted about that. In the end we picked Germany for all four choices but we both said no doubt we will get somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday both the kids at school and i had to sort out the house, i'm starting to get rid of things already but you never know when we could go so now is better than leaving it to the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i was working so my day flew by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today hubby has the day off so we popped into Oxford for a couple of hours, this afternoon we will be chilling out. Tonight i'm out with the girls to a Vietnemese restuarant really looking forward to it. Tomorrow its our sons 6th birthday he is so excited all he has done all week is talk about what he would like and his birthday party. And Saturday we have my sons school fate in the morning and then the world is going to be at a stand still from 2pm til 4pm while England is playing. My son is so excited about watching the match i just hope they win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has everybodys week gone ok and what are your plans for the weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114976802395016361?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114976802395016361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114976802395016361' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114976802395016361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114976802395016361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/06/fast-week.html' title='Fast Week'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114932479801986572</id><published>2006-06-03T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T01:53:18.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating</title><content type='html'>Got the best news ever hubby got promoted yesterday. I'm so proud of him he deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just the two of us last night and we celebrated with a lovely bottle of champagne but tonight we have a couple of friends round nice food and another bottle of champagne. We plan to celebrate all weekend. Why not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114932479801986572?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114932479801986572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114932479801986572' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114932479801986572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114932479801986572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/06/celebrating.html' title='Celebrating'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114925461274701801</id><published>2006-06-02T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T06:23:32.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have a great weekend everybody, enjoy the good weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114925461274701801?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114925461274701801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114925461274701801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114925461274701801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114925461274701801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/06/have-great-weekend-everybody-enjoy.html' title=''/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114914840762739918</id><published>2006-06-01T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T00:53:27.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell on legs</title><content type='html'>I sent my kids down the stairs this morning and i told them i would be down after i put some clothes on. That was a big mistake, my daughter thinks its a good idea to help herself to biscults before she has had her breakfast and of course my son never thinks to ask her if she is allowed them as long as she is getting him one to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it of this morning while i was in the bathroom my daughter started to come up the stairs pretending to be a dinosaur when she gets to the bathroon door i turn round and she had black and brown stuff all over her face. I asked her what was that all over her face and she couldn't tell me so i told her to show me where the stuff come from. Yes it was my make up bag she had every bit of make up out and she had put a little bit of everything on her face. The one she used most of was my mascara she had a big clown mouth. I was trying to tell her off but trying not to laugh at the same time. She is a bloody we nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have kids you need eyes on the back of your head so you can see what they are doing all the time. Planning to take them to snakes and ladders today its got bouncy castles, balls pitts and lots of climbing things they enjoy it and its two hours of being left alone while they play. I hate it but they enjoy it and thats the main thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby is back tomorrow don't know what time but it will be good to see him. He has an end of course piss up tonight so it will be when he is safe to drive that means sometime after lunch then. To me nearly every night has been an end of course piss up as he keeps telling me he has had a hard day and he needs to chillout who am i to complain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114914840762739918?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114914840762739918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114914840762739918' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114914840762739918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114914840762739918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/06/hell-on-legs.html' title='Hell on legs'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114906249892611575</id><published>2006-05-31T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T01:01:38.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling like Shit</title><content type='html'>Been up again from 5.30 ( i think my son is trying to kill me through lack of sleep) didn't want to get out of bed headache from hell and i can't really talk bad sore throat. It looks like its going to be the best day of the week weather wise and i just want to climb back in bed. What a bloody nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a comment from &lt;a href="http://fourdinnersblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;four dinners&lt;/a&gt;  and he was taking the piss out of me when i said i would sit down and have a cup of tea when my kids go to bed. Its not a cup of tea i want after a hard day with the kids trust me its a nice cold pint of Fosters ( not just a pint but many many many pints) but with hubby being away i don't like to have a drink incase something happend to one of the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll on Friday i'm going to need even more drink after having the kids all week this no school thing is a pain in the arse. My kids are bored they have both asked if they can go to school today, trying to find things to do with them is a nightmare. And if i hear she done this he done that anymore i going to scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get them dressed and send them out to the garden then i'm going to go and hide under my duvet how long do you think i will get before something goes wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114906249892611575?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114906249892611575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114906249892611575' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114906249892611575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114906249892611575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/05/feeling-like-shit.html' title='Feeling like Shit'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114899016253282428</id><published>2006-05-30T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T04:56:02.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Do</title><content type='html'>Took my son this morning to get his hair cut, while we were waiting another little boy was getting his done but he was getting it spiked out of my sons mouth " I want my hair like that". That surprised me because everytime we have taken him he wants his hair like his dads. He looks pretty cool. On the way back home he kept saying to people " do you like my hair i've got it spiked" he thinks he's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course my daughter is now saying she wants her hair cut, i know what she is like getting her hair brushed she would be a nightmare sitting to get her hair done. That would be a daddy day i think, he has got more patience than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a good wife yesterday i went out and cut the grass it was a bloody nightmare now i know why i leave it up to him to do. An hour and a half later it was done, i love my big garden and so does the kids but i hate it when it needs cut. It would be good to enjoy it if the weather will decides what it is going to do. One minute its nice next it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning to take the kids to the farm this afternoon just to make the day go in a bit quicker. Roll on 7pm then i can have a quiet cup of tea the first of the day. How's  everybody else's week going?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114899016253282428?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114899016253282428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114899016253282428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114899016253282428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114899016253282428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/05/hair-do.html' title='Hair Do'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114888895993772813</id><published>2006-05-29T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T00:49:20.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Weekend</title><content type='html'>Hubby got home on Friday, as soon as he walked in the door the kids jumped on him and they kept saying Happy Birthday dad open your presents. He had a big smile on his face, he was so glad to see the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were glued to his side from then till they went to bed. Putting our daughter to bed was a nightmare she got really upset, our son kept coming down the stairs with silly excuses just to make sure he was still there. This went on until 8pm in the end we brought them down the stairs so they could spend more time with him.  The kids don't normally get on like that i don't know whether its because last week he came home for 12hours and most of that they were in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday and Sunday was the same, my son said to us "Lets all sit on the sofa together and be a family". That pulled on the heart strings. Hubby stayed last night to but he had to leave at 5am. Friday the course finishes so we have him for 9 days before the other course starts going to make the most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did everybody else have a good weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114888895993772813?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114888895993772813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114888895993772813' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114888895993772813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114888895993772813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/05/weird-weekend.html' title='Weird Weekend'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114853975887846385</id><published>2006-05-24T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T23:49:18.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems at School</title><content type='html'>Over the last 3weeks my daughter hasn't been happy at school, when i go and pick her up they have said that she has been sad, tearful and she won't join in. I know she was upset the first week because her dad went away, she was the same at home and if anything went wrong all she did was cry for him and ask if he can come home. To me over this last week she has still missed him but she has got use to  him being away. Well thats what i thought until i picked her up yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her teacher  called me to the side and said that G was so upset  all day is there a problem at home.  Of course i get all defencive  no there's not a problem at home. Her dad is away at the minute and she misses him  thats all. Next minute she said don't we all blame it on that. When i left the school i  was really pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind but every morning my daughter is going am i going to school today and when i say yes she cheers. I don't understand it. I'm hoping she has a better day today. Maybe its a good job that half term is tomorrow and they are off until the 6th of June. She is probably just tired, i'm hoping its that way anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's everybody elses week?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114853975887846385?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114853975887846385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114853975887846385' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114853975887846385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114853975887846385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/05/problems-at-school.html' title='Problems at School'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114839884548668689</id><published>2006-05-23T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T08:40:45.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Conversation</title><content type='html'>Standing outside my sons school at 3pm and my friend turns up she was picking her son up to, as you do you start to tell each other things about that happened in your day. This is part of the conversation we had :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend " One of the mums was helping out at reading  today she was reading a book about Dads"&lt;br /&gt;Me " Do you know who she was reading too"&lt;br /&gt;My friend " Yes Charlie and Jaden".&lt;br /&gt;Me " I've read with those two boys when i've helped out".&lt;br /&gt;My friend " Charlie told this mum that he didn't know who his dad was and Jaden said that his dad was in Prison"&lt;br /&gt;Me " Poor boys".&lt;br /&gt;My friend" I would be so embarressed if that was my son and he said that his father was in prison"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to say because once upon a time that was me,  but i didn't have to tell anybody that my dad was in prison because everybody knew and everybody made sure that i knew that they knew. This little boy is only 6years old i would be totally surprised if he even knows what prison is. I just hope for his sake that this will be the last time he has to tell anybody where his dad is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me it was my dads second home when i was growing up, every week without fail we were at the prison seeing him. I remember the last time he was there my sister and i were working and we had to ask them if we could have a Thursday afternoon off, it was Christmas time and it was the last visit until after the New Year. Having to explain to our boss why we needed it off was the most embarressing thing i have every had to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anybody that thinks it great to have a family member in Prison or have been in prison themselves just have a think about what your family goes through while your locked up its not a nice life for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114839884548668689?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114839884548668689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114839884548668689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114839884548668689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114839884548668689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/05/bad-conversation.html' title='Bad Conversation'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114823505543185785</id><published>2006-05-21T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T11:10:55.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Girl</title><content type='html'>Hubby had been texting me all day yesterday the more he did the more i wanted to see him.  And then i got the text i wanted to hear i'm coming home i don't know what time i will get home but i really want to see you,  it made my day. Sorted the kids out and put them to bed by that stage my nerves were going i had butterflies in my stomach so i had a little glass of wine to settle me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He phoned at 7.30 to tell me that he was setting on, he got to the house at 9pm it was great to see him. We had a fantastic evening together, i don't think we let go of each other once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left this morning at 8.30 i know we didn't get to spend much time together but what time we had was the best. He is back on Friday for the weekend and we are going to celebrate his birthday then it should be a good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did everybody else have a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114823505543185785?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114823505543185785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114823505543185785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114823505543185785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114823505543185785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-girl.html' title='Happy Girl'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114804076789811839</id><published>2006-05-19T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T05:12:47.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not the answer i wanted</title><content type='html'>Had been dreading my hubbys text today saying whether he will be back tonight or not the anwser is he's not i'm totally gutted i wanted to see him. Not a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114804076789811839?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114804076789811839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114804076789811839' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114804076789811839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114804076789811839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/05/not-answer-i-wanted.html' title='Not the answer i wanted'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114786114677653472</id><published>2006-05-17T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T03:19:06.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlie Night In</title><content type='html'>Had a rough day yesterday everything was getting me down, missing hubby a lot. A few of the mums came round last night for a meal and we had a couple of drinks it was  good to chill out for a while and have a laugh. It was just what i needed to take my mind of my shit day. Not one hundred percent sure that he is getting back this weekend, i can sort of do during the week if i know that on a Friday he will be home so this weekend is not what i need right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Busy morning i went to my sons school again to help out with reading, he loves me being there and i like helping out now. He didn't have to read to me so he will be reading to someone else this afternoon. I have got him now that he reads to his little sister before they go to bed, she really enjoys listening to him read and it is making him a more cinfident reader at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The rest of the week should be busy for me , after school my son has a friend round then tomorrow we are all going round to my friends house  and staying for dinner. Friday i'm working until 5pm  and i can't forget i have coffee morning on Friday too. Nothing like keeping myself busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone elses week is going well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114786114677653472?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114786114677653472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114786114677653472' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114786114677653472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114786114677653472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/05/girlie-night-in.html' title='Girlie Night In'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114777069598987492</id><published>2006-05-16T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T02:11:36.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See No Evil</title><content type='html'>Over the last two night i have watched a programme called See No Evil did any of you watch it? It was about the Moors  Murders. It was a great two parter, Ian Brady was a sick pig and she wasn't much better. What makes people do that, what got to me he had no remorse it was as if he got his kicks out of killing those kids. I think he should have got hung instead of getting locked up for all those years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114777069598987492?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114777069598987492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114777069598987492' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114777069598987492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114777069598987492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/05/see-no-evil.html' title='See No Evil'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114768304585748337</id><published>2006-05-15T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T01:50:45.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boat Races</title><content type='html'>Tried to keep busy this weekend so we wouldn't have to think about hubby going off again so we took the kids to the Dragon Boat races on the River Thames. It was a good laugh, they were all dressed up we seen pirates, hulks, cops and robbers. There was a fun fair, beer tent ( we both said it was a shame he was leaving we could have had a couple of beers and stayed abit longer) and lots of other stalls. As you could imagine as soon as the kids seen the amusements they didn't want to watch the boat races so we had to compromise. It was a morning, we all enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working today so that should make my day go in quicker, the little one is sleeping at the minute she normally sleeps for 2hours then we go and pick my daughter up and i'm treating her after school she is going to Creepy Crawlies by the time thats over we will be picking my son up and the other boy that i look after before i know it its 5pm and they have to go home. I like Mondays to busy as you know they can be long and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did everybody else have a good weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114768304585748337?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114768304585748337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114768304585748337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114768304585748337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114768304585748337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/05/boat-races.html' title='Boat Races'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114735792431158175</id><published>2006-05-11T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T07:32:04.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good nights Sleep</title><content type='html'>I finally got my first full night sleep since hubby left and today i feel much better for it. I haven't felt stressed and i have been in a good mood. Went shopping this morning and treated myself to some nice summer clothes and i also got the kids some stuff. I like going to primark the clothes aren't bad and they are quite cheap so it doesn't really matter if the kids just bum around in the garden with them on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby is back tomorrow for the weekend, we are all looking forward to seeing him. If the weather stays good over the weekend we are planning to go for a nice walk and have a bbq in the garden with a few drinks and just chill out.  My son is going to a birthday party on sunday for 3hours  at a farm  he is really looking forward to it. When we went and bought his friend his present my son was wishing it was for him because it was a power ranger. He watchs the programme everyday, it bores me but he just can't get enough of them even my daughter is getting in to them. I suppose if it wasn't them it would be something else. As you can imagine his birthday list is just power ranger toy, everytime i ask him is there anything else he wants he says i only want Power Rangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait till tomorrow and i'm planning to enjoy this weekend . I hope you all have a good weekend too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114735792431158175?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114735792431158175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114735792431158175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114735792431158175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114735792431158175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/05/good-nights-sleep.html' title='Good nights Sleep'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114727908806816019</id><published>2006-05-10T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T09:38:08.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Childminding</title><content type='html'>I've been a childminder for 9months but for most of that i looked after my friends little boy but her job stopped so i didn't have him anymore. I decided that i wouldn't take anybody else on because we were suppose to leave here in June but it has changed now to October, i have had so many people phone me about looking after their kids over the last few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have taken on a little girl only a couple of days a week but i have told her mum that i will be leaving in October and she is fine with that, i had a lady come round today to ask if i will have her daughter on the odd day if she has extra work at her school i said i would but again i told her that i'm leaving in October and she is fine with that. I might aswell take it on it will give me extra cash for some retail therapy and us going away in August. Its funny but you get use to the extra money when it comes in its hard to give it up. Its true what they say you live to your means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had another rough night with my daughter so really tired today all i have wanted to do is sleep but that doesn't happen when you have two kids, school runs and a house to keep tidy. Crossing my fingers for a full nights sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114727908806816019?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114727908806816019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114727908806816019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114727908806816019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114727908806816019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/05/childminding.html' title='Childminding'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114716683332508159</id><published>2006-05-09T02:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T02:27:13.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Night.</title><content type='html'>My daughter thought it would be a good idea to wake up at 2am and i think the last time i looked at the clock it said 4.45 then my son came in at 6am. All she did was talk about her dad and how much she missed him, when is he coming home, i need a hug from him it just when on and on and on. I felt like saying to her that she wasn't the only one that needed a hug. Really tired this morning but i have to get the house sorted because i'm working tomorrow. I can see an early night coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoke to my sister on the phone last night for about an hour and  a half when we get talking about old times the time just runs away from us. I really enjoy our chats i miss her a lot. We are flying over to see them in August for a week i can't wait for my kids to see them all again. I have plans to take my kids to all the places i went to when i was a kid, the Gaints causeway, Scrabo Tower, the Ulster Folk Museum i'm just hoping that the weather is alright but that might be asking for to much seeing its Northern Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to go and get my head down for a while before i pick my daughter up from Nursery i hope everybody elses week is going well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114716683332508159?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114716683332508159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114716683332508159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114716683332508159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114716683332508159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/05/sleepless-night_09.html' title='Sleepless Night.'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114710127729366378</id><published>2006-05-08T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T08:14:37.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On my Own</title><content type='html'>Hubby went away yesterday after the kids went to bed, i tried to busy myself so i wouldn't think about it much but  it didn't work. When i finally sat down about 9pm i couldn't hold it in any longer i burst in to tears. I'm a nightmare you would think that he was never coming back the way i get on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me its the night times that get me after the kids go to bed i'm on my own i have to grin and bear it because its going to be like this until the end of July. Planning to do some girly nights at my house we are either going to have chinese or do nice cheese and wine. Has anyone got any good ideas for girly nights in i would be grateful to hear some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get back to the mad house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114710127729366378?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114710127729366378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114710127729366378' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114710127729366378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114710127729366378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/05/on-my-own.html' title='On my Own'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114676593582846929</id><published>2006-05-04T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T11:05:35.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Weather</title><content type='html'>Everybody out in as little clothes as possible because the sun was out. Quite a few people that should have been covered up abit more but eh you always get them don't you. Been sitting in the garden most of the afternoon enjoying this great weather i just hope it lasts for a while. It would be a shame if it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter thought it would be a good idea to walk around all day with just a T-shirt and a pair of knickers on, she didn't have a care in the world. Enjoying spending time with my hubby just one more morning of just us before he leaves on Sunday not looking forward to that but i will get over it. On saturday it will be just me and the kids hubby is going to the Army and Navy rugby game, to me its just an excuse for a good drink i wish i was going with him. Lets hope the weather stays good until after then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anybody any plans for the weekend, if you do have a good on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114676593582846929?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114676593582846929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114676593582846929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114676593582846929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114676593582846929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/05/great-weather.html' title='Great Weather'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114668707284323539</id><published>2006-05-03T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T13:11:12.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad two Days</title><content type='html'>Hubby and i have spent the last two days painting the kids rooms we have to do this before we move. Its been a bloody nightmare but my friend has been a star because she took my daughter yesterday for a couple of hours and then today she took both of them from school and gave them tea  we picked them up 6pm. Our daughter has this thing with painting and she wanted to join in so it was good to have her out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both said that when we get our own house we will never paint any of the rooms magnolia, now every room in my house is magnolia. Thats the worsest thing about army houses they are all magnolia it is disgusting colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out last night for a meal with hubby we went to a Vietnamese cafe, the food was delightful we will definetly go back there before we leave. Hubby's birthday is this month so maybe an excuse to go back again either that or the french restaurant so many restaurants to choose from where we live. To me its just another excuse to be alone with my hubby without the kids and also to have a good drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks going in fast i hope everybody elses week has been good i'm planning to enjoy the next couple of days with my hubby because he is of work and the kids are at school. After Sunday i'm not going to see him much so i have to make the most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to go and watch Aliens and scare the crap out of myself i'm such a big wimp after watching it no doubt i will have nightmares. What am i like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114668707284323539?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114668707284323539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114668707284323539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114668707284323539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114668707284323539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/05/mad-two-days.html' title='Mad two Days'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114650248939210189</id><published>2006-05-01T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T09:54:49.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxing</title><content type='html'>Nothing like spending your monday off in a pub garden having lunch and a few pints while the kids threw stones in the Thames river. They thought it was great that they could watch all the boats going by while we just totally chilled out. Thats what a bank holiday is all about. I hope you all had a good day too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114650248939210189?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114650248939210189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114650248939210189' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114650248939210189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114650248939210189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/05/relaxing.html' title='Relaxing'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114641776187786478</id><published>2006-04-30T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T10:45:25.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Forest</title><content type='html'>Had the most amazing day on Saturday, we went to the New Forest. When we started the drive through the forest the kids got excited because they could see all the animals but when we stopped and got out of the car the kids couldn't believe how close they could get to the horses with out them running away. Most of the horses had foals some of them looked weeks old. It was amazing to watch the animals just walk along the road with out a care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back in the car and drove to another part of the forest were we sat and ate a picnic and then the kids played football. Everything was perfect the weather,the scenery everything we could have asked for. As we were leaving the forest we were going round a corner and in front of us in the middle of the road was a donkey, he was stopping the traffic and he didn't care the cars had to drive round him. You wouldn't see that anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also took the kids to the beach and we all had ice-cream on the sea front.  Finally got home about 4.30 and we left the house at 9.30. We are planning to go camping there in the summer i can't wait. It will be good to see what the kids think of camping and we will only be an hour away from home if they don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everybody else has had a good weekend if you have any stories it will be good to hear them. If you have tomorrow off like we do enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114641776187786478?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114641776187786478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114641776187786478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114641776187786478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114641776187786478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-forest.html' title='New Forest'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114612294816066309</id><published>2006-04-27T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T00:29:08.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Madness</title><content type='html'>My house in the morning its like another world war has broke out only its between two kids. They can't look at each other without wanting to hurt each other. This morning my son is going to school with a scrap down his cheek and my daughter has a bruised ego. i wouldn't mind but he is only 5 and she is 3. The 3year old is worse than the 5year old she takes not crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody else have this problem with there kids and does it get any better the older they get? I so enjoy the peace and quiet when they are at school because it starts all over again when they get home. Don't get me wrong sometimes they do play nicely together which is nice to see but they do drive me mad. As i write this she is lying on the floor and he is sitting on her back, its like WWF the wrestling programme in here at the minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids don't you just love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114612294816066309?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114612294816066309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114612294816066309' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114612294816066309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114612294816066309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/04/morning-madness.html' title='Morning Madness'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114595931611693994</id><published>2006-04-25T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T03:01:56.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Week</title><content type='html'>I want this week to go in fast because my hubby is off all next week and the kids will be at school. We will be painting our kids rooms but we will still be spending quality time together before he goes away. Its mad we have been married for nearly 8years and we still try to get time to ourselves a lot of married couples would dread to have a week together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cake sale at my sons school this time i had to make some cakes, must of the mums this morning were standing with their boxes with all the cakes they had made. It will be a nightmare this afternoon when we have to go and buy some cakes to many people not enough cakes. Handbags and dawn again over some cakes what fun. Thats something to look forward to this afternoon isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly time to go and pick up my daughter so i'm of to have my last quiet cup of tea for the day i hope you all are having a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114595931611693994?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114595931611693994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114595931611693994' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114595931611693994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114595931611693994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/04/quick-week.html' title='Quick Week'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114577576394654912</id><published>2006-04-22T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T00:02:43.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Time</title><content type='html'>Had a great time when i met up with my friend from the moment we met till i left her all we did was laugh. Milton Keynes shopping centre is massive, now that i have been there once i will have to go back god help my hubby because to see everything in there we would have to be there all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and i went for a meal it was a chinese buffet it was mad. We got taken to our table but we might as well have been sitting with the people beside us the tables were that close. When we were there at one stage it felt like i was in the middle and everybody room me was talking and i could hear all these different conversations going on, it was just buzzing the whole time we were in there. About three times we heard the happy birthday song, for us it was a case of lets just eat up and leave this mad hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first pub we went to was Wetherspoons what a dump you had all  types of people in there we couldn't stop pissing ourselves laughing. There was a big lady in there lets just say her boobs were about twice the size of Jordons (the model) and she had on a corset top no bra and everytime she bent over i thought they were going to hit the floor. She thought she was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up in a pub called the Lounge (i think) the music was good and everybody seemed to be my age or older. It was a good night we fell home about 1.30 and me so use to the kids getting up at 6 my body clock woke me up but the good thing was i didn't have to get out of bed so i just dozed back over till 9am. By 11 i was back in the mad house and felt like i had never been away. But it was good to have been able to switch off for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114577576394654912?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114577576394654912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114577576394654912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114577576394654912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114577576394654912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/04/great-time.html' title='Great Time'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114561322516350816</id><published>2006-04-21T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T02:53:45.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Away</title><content type='html'>Leaving my husband with the kids tonight i'm going to my friends this afternoon for a bit of shopping in Milton Keynes then a night on the town. Nothing like getting glamed up to make you feel good. I must admit it feels strange when its me thats going away and he is left at home because i'm so use to it being me being left behind to sort out the kids and the house. Its good to switch rolls once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weeknd everybody i plan to have a great one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114561322516350816?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114561322516350816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114561322516350816' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114561322516350816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114561322516350816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/04/night-away.html' title='Night Away'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114553260735948729</id><published>2006-04-20T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T04:30:10.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Easter Weekend</title><content type='html'>All my hubbys family came to see us over the easter weekend you would think with 16 people in the house that something would go wrong but no everything went great, but it didn't stop me from getting stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the thursday my brother in-law and his family turned up which was great because it had been long time time since we had seen them. There daughter is absolutly beautiful she has ginger hair just like my daughter. We spent two days with them before everybody else turned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter was sharing a her room with B and  every night we could hear them talking to each other it was so funny. The little one in  the cot bed was asking my daughter to lift her out, the next morning my daughter said she couldn't lift B out because she was to heavy. Beside the cot there was a suitcase and a box on top of it so my daughter was having a good go at trying to get her out. Kids are so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby made a lovely dinner for everyone on the saturday it was Gammon done in coke, potatoes, green beans and brocilliand i done the puddings which were a chocolate tart and a lemon and lime tart. As you could imagine the alchol was flowing, we started of with bucks fizz then champagne, wine and if you had any room left you could have a beer. I think the next day i was the only one who payed for drinking to much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody left on Monday so the house has been quiet every since, the kids are missing their couisins very much but we are hoping to get together again soon lets hope so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114553260735948729?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114553260735948729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114553260735948729' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114553260735948729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114553260735948729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/04/our-easter-weekend.html' title='Our Easter Weekend'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114493384472267186</id><published>2006-04-13T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T06:10:47.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter break</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone has a good Easter weekend ours starts from today we have family coming this afternoon. It should be a good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114493384472267186?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114493384472267186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114493384472267186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114493384472267186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114493384472267186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter-break.html' title='Easter break'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114474751512852337</id><published>2006-04-11T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T02:25:15.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep over</title><content type='html'>My son had his first sleepover last night. I must have packed everything but the kitchen sink for him. He was just as bad because he had to take his own clock so he could see when it said 7am.  When he got home this morning he was buzzing, he said that he got to sleep in bunkbeds and that the little boy he was staying with kept waking him up because of his snoring. He thought it was all great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit it felt funny last night him not being here, when we put his sister to bed that was it there was no walking about upstairs because he likes to play with his toys for a while and he also likes to come down a few times just to wind us up there was nothing until 7am when she woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so nice to be around since he came home i should let him stay with people more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114474751512852337?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114474751512852337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114474751512852337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114474751512852337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114474751512852337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/04/sleep-over.html' title='Sleep over'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114465733319633599</id><published>2006-04-10T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T01:22:13.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another beautiful day</title><content type='html'>Its looking like we are in for another nice week isn't that great. My kids have been tiring themselves out with being in the garden all day. I'm sure my neighbours think we are mad because from about 8.30 unwards the kids are in the garden, most kids are still in bed at that time or have just got up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing for me this week is trying to find more things for them to do, kids can get bored very quickly and then they start to drive me mad. Had a great weekend on saturday we went shopping to swindon then yesterday we took the kids swimming which they enjoy very much. We must have been in the pool for over an hour and the kids still didn't want to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone else had a good weekend and enjoyed the good weather like we did. I'm looking forward to the summer when we can get the BBQ out and have friends round and we can all stay out in the garden until late because its so nice. Bring it on thats what i say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114465733319633599?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114465733319633599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114465733319633599' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114465733319633599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114465733319633599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/04/another-beautiful-day.html' title='Another beautiful day'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114440900701470909</id><published>2006-04-07T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T04:23:27.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Wing</title><content type='html'>My husband doesn't watch much tv but he got into Green Wing  does any of you watch it. We both bust a gut watching it so we decided to but the series. Wednesday night we watched the first three we couldn't stop laughing. Its on tonight  the new series its just as funny as the last one. If you haven't watched it its about doctors and nurses in a hospital and they just take the piss out of each other its great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning to have a relaxing weekend i hope you all have a great weekend what every your doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114440900701470909?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114440900701470909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114440900701470909' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114440900701470909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114440900701470909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/04/green-wing.html' title='Green Wing'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114433810738748527</id><published>2006-04-06T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T08:41:47.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Longest Day Ever</title><content type='html'>This day has been so long i just want it to end. I have done quite a lot, me and the kids have been to Oxford shopping, we done tescos, played out in the garden, done house work and its still only 4.30 god when is it going to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a normal day we would be waiting for the other half to come home but he is on a study day so he won't be home till later. After having the kids all day it has been nice when he gets home because he sort of takes over so i don't have to do everything. Friday tomorrow thankgod really looking forward to chilling out hoping the weather is as nice as what it has been all week. Cross fingers for that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be a busy week next week got to sort out my house we have family coming and it means when they are here we don't have to worry about anything we can just enjoy ourselves. Kids are getting excited about the Easter bunny coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate, Chocolate and more Chocolate nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114433810738748527?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114433810738748527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114433810738748527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114433810738748527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114433810738748527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/04/longest-day-ever.html' title='Longest Day Ever'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114422160322059003</id><published>2006-04-05T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T07:37:03.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Day</title><content type='html'>Its 8.15am and its beautiful outside. Today is a day for the kids to play in the garden, and for me to hang washing. If it stays like this i think me and the kids will be having a picnic in the garden  at lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its looks like a good day ahead for us i hope you all have a great day too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114422160322059003?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114422160322059003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114422160322059003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114422160322059003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114422160322059003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/04/beautiful-day.html' title='Beautiful Day'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114414342688916360</id><published>2006-04-04T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T02:37:06.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankgod No more Babies</title><content type='html'>Been looking after a baby for the past two days and now i'm so glad that my hubby had the snip. The thought of having a baby round the house again is scary. Sleepless nights, the feeds and the crying would do my head in. Its bad enough when my three year old wakes in the night. I'm sorry but these people that have more and more kids are mad in the head. Sometimes i think two is to many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have her today then i don't have her again until after the easter holidays. But then i have her big brother aswell that i don't mind because he goes to school with my son and they play together quite nicely. My son is excited that his friend will be at his house every Monday. It gives me a break in away because i don't have to occupy then they can all play together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who every says being a stay at home mum is easy they are talking out there ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114414342688916360?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114414342688916360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114414342688916360' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114414342688916360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114414342688916360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/04/thankgod-no-more-babies.html' title='Thankgod No more Babies'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114405699492448169</id><published>2006-04-03T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T02:36:34.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news or bad news</title><content type='html'>Hubby went back to work today and he was told that we are not moving until October now in some ways i'm pleased about it because my son can finish his school year,  also we have made a lot of friends and we all love the house we are in. The down side of it is i was hoping that we could get to know the new area over the summer holidays before the kids started back to school. Maybe even got to know a few people first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In someways i wish we could just get this move over and done with instead of it dragging out. Thats the Army for you nothing is ever smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway had a good weekend, spent lots of money in Ikea for my bedroom. We took the kids with us but there is a kids play area that they can go into so the whole time we were there they played and we shopped. It was heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New little baby turned up this morning that i'm looking after so far so good. My daughter thinks she is great. She is sleeping at the minute so i'm just chilling out. Kids are even playing nice together so a good start to the Easter holidays lets see how long that lasts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114405699492448169?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114405699492448169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114405699492448169' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114405699492448169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114405699492448169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/04/good-news-or-bad-news.html' title='Good news or bad news'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114382940983149607</id><published>2006-03-31T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T10:25:08.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes a good relationship</title><content type='html'>Lately i have been thinking about the length of time me and my hubby have been together and what makes a good relationship. The big thing for me is respect you have got to respect each other, treat your other half the way you want to be treated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been together for nearly ten years  and for both of us this is our longest relationship ever over that time we have got to know each other very, well more or less we know what each other likes. He is away a lot but thats good for us because we both realise how much we miss each other and want to be with each other. Absence makes the heart grow fonder i'm sure there is people out there know that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With us we both know when the other one would like some space but then we know if the other one is feeling low or upset. Space for me is when he has been away and i have been with the kids 24/7  and i would just like a few hours to myself either shopping,reading or just being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not normally my subject but another thing that i think is good for our relationship is what happens in the bedroom lets just say over the years its got better and better we are not the boring type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question to you is what do you thing makes a good relationship and why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114382940983149607?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114382940983149607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114382940983149607' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114382940983149607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114382940983149607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-makes-good-relationship.html' title='What makes a good relationship'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114373302669647656</id><published>2006-03-30T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T07:37:08.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little monster</title><content type='html'>Today was my last day of looking after my friends little boy, i was his childminder for 7months. My little girl is pleased because he done nothing but torture her by hitting her, shouting at her and just being a little monster towards her. She let him of with a lot of things because if her brother done half the things he done she would have murdered him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could be a little sweetheart sometimes and thats what i will miss about him. Its mad how you get use to the money coming in, being able to treat yourself and your family once in a while is a nice feeling.From monday i will be looking after a 6month old baby once a week but it will be a full day 9 till 5 then the rest of the week is mine to do what i want. After Easter my daughter will be at Nursery 5 mornings a week thats my idea of heaven.  Lady of leisure  thats until we move and then i will be looking for a job out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday again, coffee morning tomorrow with the girls then both kids will be home after lunch. Busy weekend, Have a good weekend everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114373302669647656?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114373302669647656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114373302669647656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114373302669647656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114373302669647656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/03/little-monster.html' title='Little monster'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114354270675399271</id><published>2006-03-28T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T02:45:06.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Navy Boy</title><content type='html'>My brother has been in the Navy for 20 years so i haven't seen much of him but over the last 3years we have got to know each other a lot better. Growing up we always got on  but him and my sister hated each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He phoned me yesterday and we had a great chat but he is going to sea tomorrow for 3months i'm going to miss him a lot . When he is  on land we try to speak to each other every week and we text each other about three times a week just to see how we are both doing. Its the little things you miss when someone goes away for a length of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying that the way the months are going in for me the time will fly by. So much stuff going on with hubby going away, me finishing work with one little boy then starting work with another little girl the next week, more away time for hubby and then a move sometime after. Before i know it it will be Christmas again. What a scary thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everybody else having a good week, so far mine hasn't been to bad. Kids finish on Friday at lunch time for 2and a half weeks that should be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114354270675399271?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114354270675399271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114354270675399271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114354270675399271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114354270675399271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/03/navy-boy.html' title='Navy Boy'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114346204365104498</id><published>2006-03-27T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T04:20:43.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Taking my daughter to Nursery this morning just about to head in through the  camp gate when it happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a good looking guy about two feet in front and my daughter goes mum thats dad and she shouts at this guy "Hi Dad" before i could say thats not dad he turns round and smiles at her and says "we all look them same in this uniform".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you could imagine my face was as red as a berry, i didn't know where to look. Nothing like being put on the spot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114346204365104498?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114346204365104498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114346204365104498' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114346204365104498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114346204365104498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/03/taking-my-daughter-to-nursery-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114330715058979791</id><published>2006-03-25T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T09:19:35.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of Pampering.</title><content type='html'>Hubby is being a star today. He dropped me in town so i could do some retail therapy and while i was out he put washes on and done the ironing, everything that the kids have wanted he has sorted out to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner tonight is chinese which he is making himself and i'm looking forward to.  Beer and chinese what a good combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks babe i'm having a fantastic day and thank you kids for making feel like a great mum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114330715058979791?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114330715058979791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114330715058979791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114330715058979791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114330715058979791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/03/lots-of-pampering.html' title='Lots of Pampering.'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114313011446081564</id><published>2006-03-23T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T08:08:34.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothering Saturday</title><content type='html'>Instead of Sunday  i'm having Mothers Day on Saturday so i can be pampered the whole day. Hubby is going to be away most of the week starting from Sunday afternoon. Not looking forward to it much but thats the way it is looking from now until we move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading to Bingo tonight with my friend hoping to win some money because we are heading to Ikea on saturday a little extra to spend would be great. Relaxing weekend is what i have planned, nice food and a few drinks well more than a few seeing i have Saturday off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a nice weekend and to all you mums have a great time on Sunday and enjoy being pampered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114313011446081564?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114313011446081564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114313011446081564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114313011446081564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114313011446081564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/03/mothering-saturday.html' title='Mothering Saturday'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114294664718082963</id><published>2006-03-21T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T05:10:47.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Fall out</title><content type='html'>Either when i speak to my brother on the phone or we meet up we always talk about the family and getting everybody together. I would love it but some of the family i don't think would even turn up which is a shame. Some of my dads side fell out when my cousin pasted away 5years ago, it would have been easy put to rest but the person who was suppose to have done it didn't bother.  I feel sorry for my dad because he seems to be the one that everyone has forgotton about. But if you say anything about them he backs them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing i said to my brother was that if we did get them all together we would have to hire a boxing ring so if anything did start then they could sort it out in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In someways i wish my family was like my husbands side they all seem to get on. At Easter we have all his family coming. We are looking forward to it we have even decided what we are cooking ( more what he is cooking). I said that i would do pudding and i will keep topping up his glass and thats it. It should be a good laugh it always is when we all get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might brave it next year for my 30th and try and get them all together and hubby's family too cross fingers we won't need the boxing ring in front of the inlaws. If something kicked off it would be a good story to tell the kids when they got older we could laugh about it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its true what they say you can pick your friends but not your family what a shame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114294664718082963?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114294664718082963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114294664718082963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114294664718082963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114294664718082963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/03/family-fall-out.html' title='Family Fall out'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114288637605666178</id><published>2006-03-20T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T12:31:39.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastic Birthday Weekend</title><content type='html'>Before i start blogger won't let me put photo's on yet so i will post them as soon as i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were up and ready to go on Friday morning at 8.30 both of us were dreading it a bit me because i didn't know how far i could walk without collapsing in a heap and him becasue he didn't know if we could walk from point to point. Also because it was so cold. Starting walking at 9.15 we were going really well it took about 15minutes to walk a mile. I kept saying to myself i'm doing well i'm keeping up with him. This made me feel great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 12 we had done nearly half way so we stopped at a restaurant called the Froize, we were both really hungry after all the walking we had done. So for lunch we both had Guinea Fowl with red currants and all the trimmings. And of course a couple of beer. It would have been so easy just to say lets just stay here and drink more and we can phone for a cab to take us to the B&amp;B but we were both determined to walk the whole way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set off after lunch full to the brim took a long time to stop feeling bloated but got back into walking. I was really enjoying it but i could feel my legs were starting to feel the amount i had walked. Got to about 14miles and i wished a taxi would pull up beside me and say just jump in but no such luck. Knew myself if i had stopped walking then i would have been stuck there in the middle of nowhere. So i kept going. Other half was really reasurring saying that i had done really well and that he knew i could do it. Me myself i didn't know if  i could do it i had never walked this far in one go before. He said to me at least your still smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got to Aldeburgh after walking 18miles one of my legs was hurting so bad i could have cried. But i was so proud of myself for walking the whole way there. Reached the B&amp;amp;B really nice and the Lady that ran it seemed nice enough. Got ourselves sorted, Hubby helped me drag myself down the town for food and drink. But the next day i couldn't walk leg was too sore. Ended up phoning my Father inlaw to pick us up so we could get our car then we drove to the next B&amp;amp;B. Had a great day, we even watched the England v Ireland match and got pissed. Didn't want to go home we were enjoying our time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my birthday i got :- A beautiful picture, purse, trousers, Will Young CD, Lush Bath Bombs, bergen from Hubby and Kids.&lt;br /&gt;Jewellery box and lovely necklace from Mother and Father inlaw, Beth Orton CD and money from Sister inlaw, more money from family and clothes vouchers from my friend. I done really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its one birthday i will remember, in someways i wish the weekend was still going. I really enjoy quality time with my hubby, for me its knowing that we still have alot to talk about its not all about the kids it still about me and him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114288637605666178?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114288637605666178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114288637605666178' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114288637605666178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114288637605666178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/03/fantastic-birthday-weekend.html' title='Fantastic Birthday Weekend'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114243897237337444</id><published>2006-03-15T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T08:09:32.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Cake Sale</title><content type='html'>Picking my son up from school he shouts at me "mum have you brought money there is a cake sale today". The thing that i dread most is a cake sale to many people not enough cakes. Its like handbags at dawn if you take the cake that somebody else child wants. In the end i queued for 5minutes for cakes that my son didn't want but was made to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks time there is going to be another one but this time i have to donate some cakes, i will probably end up buying my own cakes back. Thats something to look forward to isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend starts tomorrow so i hope everyone has a good one. When i get back i might even put photos on my blog of where we have been with some help may i add. Getting excited&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114243897237337444?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114243897237337444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114243897237337444' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114243897237337444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114243897237337444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/03/school-cake-sale_15.html' title='School Cake Sale'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114233730960064256</id><published>2006-03-14T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T03:55:09.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning Ahead</title><content type='html'>We are all going away on Thursday and for the past few days i have been sorting out what my kids will need and what spares i should bring for them just incase something happens. I do this everytime we go away and i still over pack. Me and my husband will just have backpacks for two days and he has said to me that i can have only have one pair of walking trousers and one pair of trouser for the evening. two tops one for walking the other for night time. I'm the type of girl that if i go away for a week i have to have enough underwear for two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should just let him pack because i know what i'm like. Really looking forward to getting away and the kids are looking forward to going to grannys. My daughter has been asking everyday "is it today mummy".  I have told her today that it is only two more sleeps.  My son is pleased that he doesn't have to go to school on Friday and that his dad can pick him up  on Thursady. He thinks its a treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anybody any plans for the weekend with it being St Patricks Day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114233730960064256?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114233730960064256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114233730960064256' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114233730960064256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114233730960064256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/03/planning-ahead.html' title='Planning Ahead'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114225353794159152</id><published>2006-03-13T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T04:39:01.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare Few Days</title><content type='html'>The last 5days have been a nightmare with my daughter, we have had one full night sleep since Tuesday and as you could imagine tempers are quick to appear. I really fell sorry for her because when she stopped being sick on Friday the other end started and hasn't stopped. I think the thing that worries me is she has ate very little and she is very tired. we keep saying to her that she will feel better if she would eat a little bit more for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has got very close to her dad since she became ill which is nice to see. He loves getting cuddles from her. This morning when i dropped my son off at school she burst into tears and said " I want my daddy can we please go and get him". I neraly cried myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going away on Thursday i just hope she is better or else it will be a nightmare journey in the car. 3 hours with her needing the toilet every two minutes just isn't good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby has a short week just 3days at work i'm looking forward to spending sometime with him without the kids. I'm hoping the week goes in fast. Getting excited about my birthday and our weekend away. My daughter keeps singing Happy Birthday to me i think she is just as excited as me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114225353794159152?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114225353794159152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114225353794159152' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114225353794159152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114225353794159152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/03/nightmare-few-days.html' title='Nightmare Few Days'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114210604458968364</id><published>2006-03-11T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T12:18:32.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thai Food</title><content type='html'>Got a Thai recipe book for christmas so tonight we have decided to do finger food from the book. On the menu is Won Tom, Taro and we have three dips, two which hubby made and a chilli dipping sauce. We also have thai cracker and thai biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are planning to chill out have beers and all our food and watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A saturday night there's nothing like good company, good food and lots to drink. I hope you all are having a good night like we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114210604458968364?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114210604458968364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114210604458968364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114210604458968364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114210604458968364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/03/thai-food.html' title='Thai Food'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114198053993968362</id><published>2006-03-10T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T00:48:59.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Sleep</title><content type='html'>My daughter is on to her second day of being ill but over the last two nights we haven't had much sleep. Yesterday was a nightmare day she was sick about 15times. It got to the stage that everytime she had a drink of water she was sick. I felt really sorry for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoned up my doctors to see if i could speak to a doctor, the lady on the other end of the phone couldn't understand a word i was saying when i finally told her that iwould like to speak to a doctor she said i'm sorry but you can't speak to one until tomorrow. I got a little annoyed on the phone and in the end she said i will get a doctor to phone you back. 5 minutes later the phone rang and it was the doctor answer my question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she has stopped being sick but its coming out the other end. My hubby has been a star he has brought her down the stairs twice so i could get some sleep. We both look like crap so i think this weeknd will be a relaxing one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114198053993968362?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114198053993968362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114198053993968362' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114198053993968362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114198053993968362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/03/lack-of-sleep.html' title='Lack of Sleep'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114183529420844628</id><published>2006-03-08T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T08:28:14.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed as a Fart</title><content type='html'>Had a good night, the food was fantastic my hubby is a great chef. I must have been on a mission last night to get pissed because it worked. Kids thought it would be a good idea to wake up at 5.30 in the end other half got up to them. Little bit of a hangover this morning but after i had two slices of toast, flamed grilled steak McCoy crisps and a kingsize twix at 10am i was fine. Nothing like junk food to make you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long time since i have been pissed as a fart but it was well worth it. Not to long till the weekend tomorrow is Thursday already this time next week we will be sorting things out to go away for the weekend. I'm getting excited 2and a half days of peace and quiet alone with my hubby is what i need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anybody any plans for the weekend we haven't decided what we are doing yet, apart from have fun because thats what we said that we are going to have from now on so bring it on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114183529420844628?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114183529420844628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114183529420844628' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114183529420844628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114183529420844628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/03/pissed-as-fart.html' title='Pissed as a Fart'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114173126011288145</id><published>2006-03-07T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T03:34:20.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertaining Tonight</title><content type='html'>A couple of my hubby's friends from work are coming round for dinner Thai green curry is on the menu. And its going to be made from scratch ( no jars aloud) he is very good at cooking were me i would have went with the jar. I'm the type to take the easy way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be a good night  the last time we had his friends round i had no notice but it turned out to be a good night. They seem to be a good bunch of lads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see me having a little bit of a hangover tomorrow but i only have my minded child to deal with my daughter will be at school so i can handle a headache round him he doesn't talk were my daughter talks for England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope its a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114173126011288145?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114173126011288145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114173126011288145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114173126011288145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114173126011288145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/03/entertaining-tonight.html' title='Entertaining Tonight'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114164913367659091</id><published>2006-03-06T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T04:45:34.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down in the Dumps</title><content type='html'>Life is getting on top of me at the minute feeling like crap, i just seem to be letting thinks get to me maybe a bit to much.  The weekend past in a blur but the one thing i do know is that the kids had fun and thats the main thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did everybody else have a good weekend,  any stories that you would like to share feel free to tell all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114164913367659091?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114164913367659091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114164913367659091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114164913367659091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114164913367659091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/03/down-in-dumps.html' title='Down in the Dumps'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114131560475382923</id><published>2006-03-02T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T08:06:44.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell of a Day</title><content type='html'>My friend phoned me last night to see if i would look after her daughter this today and of course i said yes but i had forgot that another little girl was coming round to play. It was mayhem because my minded child for some reason didn't like one of the little girls so he kept shouting at her and hitting her. So as you could imagine it got out of hand and in the end the girls mummy took her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other girl she didn't go home until 2 and then i had to do the school run, i also told another friend that i would pick her son up  and bring him to my house, his dad has just picked him up. My minded child went home at 3.40 so now its just me and my two kids and all i want to do is sit down in peace and quiet but i have to go to tescos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think a few beers is called for don't you. Coffee morning tomorrow 2and a half hours of peace and quiet heaven. Nearly the weekend we haven't anything planned yet all i want to do is get out of this house for a while and chill out i will just have to wait and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anybody got any plans for the weekend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114131560475382923?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114131560475382923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114131560475382923' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114131560475382923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114131560475382923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/03/hell-of-day.html' title='Hell of a Day'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114121887875854612</id><published>2006-03-01T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T05:14:38.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Time</title><content type='html'>The first thing my son said to me this morning was "look mum the suns out its Spring today". He was told at school that on the 1st of March it is Spring. He thought that when he walked to school that it wouldn't be cold anymore and the sun would stay out. And after school him and his sister would beable to go out and play in the garden because it would be nice. He soon changed his mind when we left the house it was bloody freezing, in his next breath he said mum can we drive its to cold to walk. In the end i did drive  i know its lazy but when you have a round trip of over a mile in this bloody weather it puts you of walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope the weather changes for the kids sakes so they can get out and play its not nice when they are stuck in the house after school and the weekends if anything it drives me mad because they get so hyper when they are in doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everybody having a good week mine hasn't been to bad so far. I had a good night with the girls last night the only thing was i drove so i couldn't have a drink and everybody else got pissed. Bit of a late one so i didn't want to get out of bed this morning but it was worth it. Have to make sure we plan it for a Friday the next time. Have a good day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114121887875854612?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114121887875854612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114121887875854612' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114121887875854612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114121887875854612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/03/spring-time.html' title='Spring Time'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114114430888354202</id><published>2006-02-28T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T08:31:48.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies Night</title><content type='html'>Tonight i'm heading round to my friends house to have Chinese and a few drinks i think there is going to be 5 of us all together. There's nothing like comfort food, drink and good conversation. I'm sure we will be putting the world to rights. When we all get together we talk for England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby is sorting the kids out. he is doing them pancakes for tea which they are looking forward to and i have just bought him some fresh mussels to do for himself. See aren't i good i still think about him when i'm heading out. I think that deserves alot of brownie points don't you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a good night and just think tomorrow is the middle of the week already. Yeppee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114114430888354202?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114114430888354202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114114430888354202' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114114430888354202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114114430888354202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/02/ladies-night.html' title='Ladies Night'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114105692660057211</id><published>2006-02-27T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T08:15:27.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been Tagged by  Past Imperfect so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven things to do before i Die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Safari in Africa ( Holiday of a lifetime)&lt;br /&gt;2. Educate myself more&lt;br /&gt;3. Get my dream job&lt;br /&gt;4. Jump out of an aeroplane&lt;br /&gt;5. Watch my kids get married&lt;br /&gt;6. Read as many books as i can&lt;br /&gt;7. Learn another language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven things i cannot Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Swim that well.&lt;br /&gt;2. Speak another language&lt;br /&gt;3. Park my car&lt;br /&gt;4. Sing&lt;br /&gt;5. Stand Up and speak in front of people&lt;br /&gt;6. Make pastry&lt;br /&gt;7. Make recipes up (My hubby is good at that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven things that attract me to my other half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;He's funny and he makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;2. The way he is with the kids&lt;br /&gt;3. Supportive&lt;br /&gt;4. Sexy&lt;br /&gt;5. He is very good in bed&lt;br /&gt;6. The way he tells me i look good&lt;br /&gt;7.  I love a man in uniform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven things i say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My God&lt;br /&gt;2. Mad&lt;br /&gt;3. Sorry&lt;br /&gt;4. Babes&lt;br /&gt;5. Be quiet (to my kids)&lt;br /&gt;6. I need a break&lt;br /&gt;7. Lifes not fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven films i love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lord of the Rings&lt;br /&gt;2. Braveheart&lt;br /&gt;3. Shrek&lt;br /&gt;4. Dirty Dancing&lt;br /&gt;5. Gladiator&lt;br /&gt;6. The Italian Job&lt;br /&gt;7. Pirates of the Carribbean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven Books I Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. My Sister Keeper by Jodi Piccoult&lt;br /&gt;2. Salem Falls by Jodi Piccoult&lt;br /&gt;3. Harry Potter By J K Rowling&lt;br /&gt;4. Liverpool One By Helen Forrester&lt;br /&gt;5. The Lovely Bones By Alice Sebold&lt;br /&gt;6. Bad Boy Jack By Josephine Cox&lt;br /&gt;7. Finbar Hotel (Short Stories)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm not going to tag anybody i think everybody i know has already been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114105692660057211?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114105692660057211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114105692660057211' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114105692660057211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114105692660057211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/02/ive-been-tagged-by-past-imperfect-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114097675722536806</id><published>2006-02-26T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T09:59:17.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Night Out</title><content type='html'>Got all dressed up which my other half appreciated he said that i looked fantastic and that made me feel even better than i did all ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meal we had was just fantastic i would definetly  go back there. After we finished the meal we went on to a little pub to have another couple of drinks. The only thing i didn't like was it was so bloody cold outside it would have been nice to have been wrapped up on the sofa in the warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work tomorrow i hope everybody has a good start to the week. Monday is always a hard day for me but i think thats the same for everyone lets hope it goes in quick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114097675722536806?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114097675722536806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114097675722536806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114097675722536806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114097675722536806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/02/good-night-out.html' title='Good Night Out'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114088529451578289</id><published>2006-02-25T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T08:34:54.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night on the Town</title><content type='html'>Getting my stuff sorted for going out tonight i even treated myself to a new top. Just waiting for my other half to get home so i can jump in the bath and relax for an hour, then i can start making myself look fantastic for our night on the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are starting off with an Italian meal and then we are going to see what happens after that. Its been a while since we have been out i'm really looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will let you know how it goes, i hope everyone else has a good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114088529451578289?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114088529451578289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114088529451578289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114088529451578289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114088529451578289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/02/night-on-town.html' title='Night on the Town'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114078612878116528</id><published>2006-02-24T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T05:02:08.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears in my Eyes</title><content type='html'>It was my sons assembly this morning so i rushed around getting my daughter to school so i could make it  in time. When i got there my friend had kept me a sit, and it was a good spot because i could see him and he could see me. About 5minutes in he had to get up and say his line and i felt so proud of him because he remembered what he had to say. He was a little star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we all clapped at the end i seen him turn round to his friend and say Look my mums clapping at me, i felt the tears come to my eyes. Then i knew that he really appreciated me being there its just a shame his dad couldn't make it. I text him afterwards and i have to tell M that his dad is proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think M was going to make it to school he had  a temperature and Headache this morning but he wanted to go. I was going to bring him home after the assembly but he wanted to stay so i told the teacher if he didn't feel good to phone me and i will come and pick him up. Going out for a meal tomorrow night so i hope he feels better by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning to have a good weekend i hope everybody else has a good one too. 3weeks today and i will be on my own with my hubby counting down the days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114078612878116528?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114078612878116528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114078612878116528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114078612878116528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114078612878116528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/02/tears-in-my-eyes.html' title='Tears in my Eyes'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114061497203839815</id><published>2006-02-22T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T05:29:35.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctors appointment</title><content type='html'>Got abit worried over the weekend because my right breast was sore, it has been sore off and on for a while and i had been getting pain in my armpit aswell so my other half made me phone the doctor and i got an appointmant yesterday. I had been a bit quiet over the weekend and at the start of the week hubby thought that there was something wrong but i was worried that there could be something wrong. I had checked my boob for lumps but i couldn't feel anything but i needed a second opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i got to see her at 4.30 yesterday and i told her about the pain i was having and of course she says well lets have a feel to make sure. My face was red but i knew that i needed her to do this to rule out me having any lumps. She said that she couldn't feel any but my nipple was quite swollen and to keep an eye  on it. I have to keep checking myself and if the pain gets any worse then i have to come back and see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit relieved but i felt like i wanted to know more. I know what i'm going to be like i will most likely check myself everyday just so i know that i'm all right. Bloody nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a babysitter for Saturday night so i'm hitting the shops on Friday i can feel a new top coming. Treat myself why not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114061497203839815?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114061497203839815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114061497203839815' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114061497203839815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114061497203839815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/02/doctors-appointment.html' title='Doctors appointment'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114051722234922811</id><published>2006-02-21T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T02:20:22.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Up for lost Time</title><content type='html'>Did i have a good weekend Yes i had  a great one. From he walked in on Friday till he went back to work today its been great having him home. The kids just can't get enough of him, which makes my job a lot easier. He has hurt his back so i have to be gentle with him, thats no good is it. Over the weekend we have been looking at our weekend away next month, the weekend of my birthday we are leaving the kids and going off on a walking weekend. I will be counting down the days for one to get a break from the kids and for two to spend some quality time alone with my hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had yesterday morning without our kids but we had my minded child and i really wish he wasn't there yesterday so we could have had the morning on our own, he felt the same way to we ended up going for coffee and then before we knew it we had to pick our daughter up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully getting a babysitter for Saturday night so we can go out for a meal and a few drinks, its been awhile since we have been out so i hoping this comes off. I will have to wait and see. Is everybody else having a good week so far. Tomorrow is Wednesday already nearly half way through the week isn't t great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114051722234922811?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114051722234922811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114051722234922811' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114051722234922811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114051722234922811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/02/making-up-for-lost-time.html' title='Making Up for lost Time'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114016575994850843</id><published>2006-02-17T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T00:42:40.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Didn't Sleep a Wink</title><content type='html'>Since he left i haven't slept much but last night was hell, everything was going through my head. I'm always the same when he has been away. I spoke to him on the phone last night and he was pissed as a fart it was end of course piss up. By the sounds of it he was having fun after beasting his ass on the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have bags under my eyes the size of shopping bags so i have to try and make myself look good for him coming home, its going to be a hard job to do. Its silly but i can't even eat i'v got butterflies in my stomach at the thought of him coming home today but i can't wait to see him. Between me and the kids hes going to be tortured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a romantic meal planned for Saturday night because we missed out on Valentines so i'm looking forward to that. I'm going to have a great weekend i hope everybody else does. Cheers everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114016575994850843?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114016575994850843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114016575994850843' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114016575994850843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114016575994850843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/02/didnt-sleep-wink.html' title='Didn&apos;t Sleep a Wink'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-114002278185841392</id><published>2006-02-15T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T08:59:41.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Book</title><content type='html'>Just finished another book by Jodi Picoult it was called Salem Falls it was an amazing read if you haven't read it already its worth buying it. I have also read My sisters keeper which made me cry but i couldn't put the book down and The Pact which was another great book. Those books are Jodi Picoult aswell. If anybody buys books from the Book People you can get the set for £6 what a bargin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need another read does anybody have any good books that they can recommend. There's nothing like putting the kids to bed and snuggling up on the sofa with a good book. My idea of relaxing after a hard day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-114002278185841392?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/114002278185841392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=114002278185841392' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114002278185841392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/114002278185841392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/02/good-book.html' title='A Good Book'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-113991931617440620</id><published>2006-02-14T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T04:15:16.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sweet</title><content type='html'>My hubby left me a Valentines Card when he was back for his 24hrs, when i opened it this morning i just cried because of what he put in it. It was so sweet. Not long now till Friday then i can thank him in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everybody has a good day even if you don't have a partner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-113991931617440620?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/113991931617440620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=113991931617440620' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/113991931617440620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/113991931617440620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-sweet.html' title='So Sweet'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-113984994482009130</id><published>2006-02-13T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T08:59:05.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Longest Day Ever</title><content type='html'>Is it just me or is today dragging by. But then i have been awake since 6 so maybe thats why. I have done a lot with the kids today just to try and make the day go quicker but nothing has worked. I'm sure the kids are sick of the sight of me like i am with them. Roll on bed time so i can get some quiet time. First day of Half term and i wish it was the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines day tomorrow is anybody else dreading it as much as i am, and i've got a man. Its not nice when you spend whats suppose to be the most romantic day of the year on your own. I won't beable to speak to my other half until Wednesday night and then he gets home on Friday and by the sounds of it he is knackered, all he wants is a hot bath a nice cold beer and an early night. I think my luck is out i will have to wait till Saturday. We are going out for a romantic meal to make up for missing out on Valentines i can't wait. Something to look forward to after a hectic week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everybody gets what they want tomorrow and much much more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-113984994482009130?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/113984994482009130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=113984994482009130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/113984994482009130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/113984994482009130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/02/longest-day-ever.html' title='Longest Day Ever'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-113974741132918219</id><published>2006-02-12T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T04:30:11.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared Shitless</title><content type='html'>Bored with my own company i decided to head to bed at 11pm, switched on the TV but half way through CSI i fell asleep to be woke up with the sound of a door opening then foot steps outside on the landing. Not fully awake i lie there and i'm saying to myself did i lock the doors before i came up, yes i did i know i did. The foot steps start again so i reach over and turn my light on waiting for who ever it was to come in to my room. By this stage i was crapping myself. I call out my sons name just incase its him but still no answer. But more foot steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know whether to get out of bed or just wait on who ever it was coming in.  At the same time wishing that my other half was here with me.   Then this hand comes round the door and a mop of ginger hair it was my daughter i was so relived. When she came over to the bed i picked her up and hugged her so tight i'm sure she was wondering what was going on. She just said Mummy i need a drink. I can't remember the last time i was that scared, tonight i will be doing a double check to see if i have locked the doors just to be on the safe side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-113974741132918219?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/113974741132918219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=113974741132918219' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/113974741132918219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/113974741132918219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/02/scared-shitless.html' title='Scared Shitless'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-113960064248502579</id><published>2006-02-10T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T11:44:02.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely Weekend</title><content type='html'>This is the first weekend that he hasn't been here since Christmas i'm totally dreading it. A Saturday isn't too bad because me and the kids have places to go and shops to look at. Sunday there is nothing open and it is always a long day. Looking at the weather forecast it is going to piss down from Sunday. I just hope that it doesn't rain the whole week the kids are off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoke to him tonight it was good hearing his voice but i won't hear from him until Wednesday night. He kept saying it won't be long till he's home, but at the minute it feels like i haven't seen him for ages. I spoke to my friend today and i said to her that i wish he hadn't come back for that 24hrs in some ways i wish he just had've stayed away for the full 3weeks because it has made me miss him even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be more positive don't I. Lack of sleep is making me feel like this. My daughter thinks its a good idea to wake up at 5. I just need a good nights sleep i things will look a lot brighter. I'm crossing all my fingers that she will do a full night. I'm having a couple of beer so i should sleep even if she doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend everybody. Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-113960064248502579?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/113960064248502579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=113960064248502579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/113960064248502579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/113960064248502579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/02/lonely-weekend.html' title='Lonely Weekend'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14622986.post-113948570248315289</id><published>2006-02-09T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T03:48:22.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Call</title><content type='html'>Waiting last night on a phone call from my other half, it gets to 9pm and i'm on the verge of giving up and going to bed to watch a movie then it rings. We both do Hi babe hows your day going and then ready to get in to a full conversation when the phone starts to cut out and we can't hear each other. Then the phone is alright again and we get into the swing of are chat. Of course theres me going a hundred to one because i haven't  talk to an adult for a while and i realise that there is nobody on the end of the phone. The bloody signal had cut us off. I waited and waited for him to phone back but no call came so i went to bed. About 11pm i get a text going i'm sorry babes i couldn't get a signal i won't beable to phone you tomorrow maybe Friday. I was totally gutted, in the end i turned the TV off and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It brought back memories of Iraq, 20minuts a week we got and that was hell because we would be cut of about 5times then his 20minutes would be up and i would have to wait another week before i would hear his voice again. Nearly another week gone he will be back next Friday god help him because i will talk him to death. The poor man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14622986-113948570248315289?l=armyhell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/feeds/113948570248315289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14622986&amp;postID=113948570248315289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/113948570248315289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14622986/posts/default/113948570248315289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://armyhell.blogspot.com/2006/02/quick-call.html' title='Quick Call'/><author><name>Growing Up</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01043161055057948754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
