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Shame on you!!!!

So, thank you to Christie. The only one who played Show Michael. I mean come on you lazies. He is putting his life on the line every day because our government has sent him to Iraq. He is a dedicated father, husband and friend I am proud and honored to know him.

Well, ANYWAYS!!! Congratulations is in order for my dear, darling husband.

He went to the board on Friday and is now an E4P. For those of you who do not know what that means, that means he is still a specailist, but he is now promotable when the time (points) comes. Clint is going to be a big bad Sgt. Stein for our last year here at the lovely mountain post.

OH, that is not all the good news we here at the Stein Family Household are celebrating. The children were sad to see him go. Freaks. That is what my children are, FREAKS!!!

We have been fibnallt freed from the clutches of illness. The Oxygen machine was picked up and we are now a healthy (physically) family again.

PS......My grammar, spelling, puncutation....okay my entire repetoire of writing skills seems to be deteriorating. Would anyone like to volunteer to assist my pea brain? If you see problems, please feel free to point them out. I will not be offended. I have come to the conclusion that all thses small children are slowly killing my braincells. Even faster then any drug could do. They should do a study on that. What affects the constant exposure to small children and children's television programming has on and "adult" brain. So, please feel free to send me an e-mail with all the horrible mistakes. If you are really nice, I may include a footnote with my gratitude and ogf course a link to your site.

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