<?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-7730674756520877386</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:49:39.289-08:00</updated><category term='baby dallas corner'/><category term='life is a blast'/><title type='text'>A life's journey"</title><subtitle type='html'>Blog about my past, present and future, issues that i tackle a long the way, problems i've been through, thoughts about life; Happiness and the sadness.... and a lot more.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://batemanrequiron.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730674756520877386/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://batemanrequiron.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kelchel Bateman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14551095707981881297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUIApFS8KnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/a4y_Q3syZIA/S220/sc000d6b03.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730674756520877386.post-5167679310585633501</id><published>2008-12-12T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:33:11.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gibberish Reading by: BB Dallas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUMP2dE5EUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/EbxQSNe7aXY/s1600-h/IMG_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUMP2dE5EUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/EbxQSNe7aXY/s200/IMG_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279080616400851266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  feeling EDWARD CULLIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUMP1w9wkAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/iBb2LfI3aDI/s1600-h/IMG_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUMP1w9wkAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/iBb2LfI3aDI/s200/IMG_0045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279080604559773698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 Conference call to china&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUMPWoQoZzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/fZjNBX8puoc/s1600-h/IMG_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUMPWoQoZzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/fZjNBX8puoc/s200/IMG_0016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279080069647066930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 goofy and funny                                                            Bonding with POP                                                                                                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUMPIpRo1cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/NzZiSU6fqFM/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUMPIpRo1cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/NzZiSU6fqFM/s200/IMG_0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279079829401556418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9d199eb3aff27430" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9d199eb3aff27430%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331246170%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DB997F603BA3BF1E9172D83F1E374910472059A9.78B1667B6FED51C97C2ECC5653868507FB6C6394%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9d199eb3aff27430%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0gsfAGb32nU06U-Rs97PbVed9TQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9d199eb3aff27430%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331246170%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DB997F603BA3BF1E9172D83F1E374910472059A9.78B1667B6FED51C97C2ECC5653868507FB6C6394%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9d199eb3aff27430%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0gsfAGb32nU06U-Rs97PbVed9TQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                     the book reading&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a month ago video of BB Dallas, i can't help laughing every time i watch this video of his. He love this book pop bought him, the story about Harold and the purple crayon, he always look for it every time i put him to bed and wants me to read it to him a few times and he sort of asked questions, but i don't really understand it so i just keep saying yes to whatever it is his asking me, and he sometimes seems satisfied with it, but there are time that he get really frustrated to make his point, but i would just laugh and he would walk away from me, his such a funny kid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So ok, this time i ask him to read the book for me and he did... and i was trying my best not to laugh out loud so he would continue reading. So know every time i ask him to read me a book he would oblige and do his best... so sweet and amusing, he never fails to me make laugh and smile...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7730674756520877386-5167679310585633501?l=batemanrequiron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9d199eb3aff27430&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://batemanrequiron.blogspot.com/feeds/5167679310585633501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7730674756520877386&amp;postID=5167679310585633501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730674756520877386/posts/default/5167679310585633501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730674756520877386/posts/default/5167679310585633501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://batemanrequiron.blogspot.com/2008/12/gibberish-reading-by-bb-dallas.html' title='Gibberish Reading by: BB Dallas'/><author><name>kelchel Bateman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14551095707981881297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUIApFS8KnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/a4y_Q3syZIA/S220/sc000d6b03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUMP2dE5EUI/AAAAAAAAAGA/EbxQSNe7aXY/s72-c/IMG_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730674756520877386.post-6789394022872803539</id><published>2008-12-12T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:36:22.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovered photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUMCJYnkdkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/IAPyqAlrgoU/s1600-h/sc0015222a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 161px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUMCJYnkdkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/IAPyqAlrgoU/s200/sc0015222a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279065548458849858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the sistah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUMCJfl6yuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/927Ue766Cd4/s1600-h/sc00154be7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUMCJfl6yuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/927Ue766Cd4/s200/sc00154be7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279065550330972898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUMCJEJOkyI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/TKiz0ro3wQo/s1600-h/sc0014ee76.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 187px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUMCJEJOkyI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/TKiz0ro3wQo/s200/sc0014ee76.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279065542962877218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUMBEKgXhQI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FphxlIvQR0s/s1600-h/sc00079529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUMBEKgXhQI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FphxlIvQR0s/s200/sc00079529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279064359259571458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures i've recovered, so i scanned it for my sister to see... heheheh we look funny huh? and also my parents photo.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7730674756520877386-6789394022872803539?l=batemanrequiron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://batemanrequiron.blogspot.com/feeds/6789394022872803539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7730674756520877386&amp;postID=6789394022872803539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730674756520877386/posts/default/6789394022872803539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730674756520877386/posts/default/6789394022872803539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://batemanrequiron.blogspot.com/2008/12/recovered-photos.html' title='Recovered photos'/><author><name>kelchel Bateman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14551095707981881297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUIApFS8KnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/a4y_Q3syZIA/S220/sc000d6b03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUMCJYnkdkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/IAPyqAlrgoU/s72-c/sc0015222a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730674756520877386.post-2947037561543777509</id><published>2008-12-12T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:18:17.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrible Two's stage</title><content type='html'>I'm not really an officially mommy, but since i have been spending so much time  with baby dallas so, i see all this changes on him and its really interesting. So i did a little research about it for a guide for me to deal with baby dallas and understand him of going through this stage without being irritated with him when he acts things which would really get into my nerves.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's some guide lines for it, things to look forward too, and i would say; hehehe good luck mommies you need more patience for this, and remember ' they're just a baby and act like a baby, get a good grip.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby dallas is not two yet, but he already is in this stage and man, he drains us all the time. But we still love him and do our best to be patient with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one looks forward to the terrible twos, a developmental stage that usually begins sometime in the toddler years.&lt;br /&gt;Although many parents don't expect the terrible twos to start until their toddler is two years old, it is important to note that it can begin anytime during your child's second year, and so anytime after their first birthday, and unfortunately, sometimes even before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characterized by toddlers being negative about most things and often saying 'no', the terrible twos may also find your toddler having frequent mood changes and temper tantrums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help you cope with this normal stage in your child's development, you should always remember that your child isn't trying to be defiant or rebellious on purpose. He is just trying to express his growing independence and doesn't have the language skills to easily express his needs. This can also be the reason why your toddler frequently gets frustrated and resorts to hitting, biting, and temper tantrums when he doesn't get his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By learning more about this normal stage in your child's development, it can make it easier to get through it and make sure that you aren't contributing to more battles than are necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other tips for helping your toddler during the terrible twos include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having a regular routine for meals, naps, bedtime, etc. and try to stick to them each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;offer limited choices only, like 'would you like apples or oranges for your snack' and not just 'what do you want for your snack.' This helps your toddler feel like he is making some decisions and has power over things, but he isn't able to choose unacceptable alternatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learn to set limits about things and don't be surprised when your toddler tries to test those limits to see what he can get away with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't give in to tantrums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;begin to use time-out and taking away privileges as discipline techniques&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;provide your toddler with a safe environment that is well childproofed to explore and play in. It really isn't fair that your toddler should get in trouble for playing with something he isn't supposed to if you left it within reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7730674756520877386-2947037561543777509?l=batemanrequiron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://batemanrequiron.blogspot.com/feeds/2947037561543777509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7730674756520877386&amp;postID=2947037561543777509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730674756520877386/posts/default/2947037561543777509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730674756520877386/posts/default/2947037561543777509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://batemanrequiron.blogspot.com/2008/12/terrible-twos-stage.html' title='Terrible Two&apos;s stage'/><author><name>kelchel Bateman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14551095707981881297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUIApFS8KnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/a4y_Q3syZIA/S220/sc000d6b03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730674756520877386.post-8695792540178629117</id><published>2008-12-12T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:12:03.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep moving forward</title><content type='html'>I got really touched by this from the movie " Meet the Robinsons".I mean, i would really agree that everybody should keep moving forward, you can glance back for the past and ask yourself, what did i learn from my mistakes and wrong decision and want can i  do to make my life in the future to be a better one. I was really inspired on this movie and learn a lot of valuable lessons. I have some anger and holding some grudge to some people and to my self for things i've done in the past, and after watching this move, i thought, i shouldn't be holding this anger for so long, it won't do me good, i have to move on, i should take those mistakes as part of my growing process mentally and emotionally and it would make me a better person, for my self and the people who loves me and i love.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, i have a new outlook and prospective  in life, the past is pass you cannot go back and fix things, all you could do is take those mistakes as part of  growing up, and learn from it, and use it as a guide for you future... to make it better for you.... LETS ALL KEEP MOVING FORWARD..... LIFE IS GOOD AND LETS MAKE IT WORTHWHILE. TELL YOURSELF EVERYDAY "KEEP MOVING FORWARD".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IaX5zr13wMs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IaX5zr13wMs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7730674756520877386-8695792540178629117?l=batemanrequiron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://batemanrequiron.blogspot.com/feeds/8695792540178629117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7730674756520877386&amp;postID=8695792540178629117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730674756520877386/posts/default/8695792540178629117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730674756520877386/posts/default/8695792540178629117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://batemanrequiron.blogspot.com/2008/12/keep-moving-forward.html' title='Keep moving forward'/><author><name>kelchel Bateman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14551095707981881297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUIApFS8KnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/a4y_Q3syZIA/S220/sc000d6b03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730674756520877386.post-3455684745515218000</id><published>2008-12-12T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:55:17.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A gran-gran @ 28 yrs old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUK625w1ivI/AAAAAAAAAE8/IVPnNI8VY90/s1600-h/IMG_0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUK625w1ivI/AAAAAAAAAE8/IVPnNI8VY90/s200/IMG_0553.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278987165613001458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUK62wVdZuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8hdEt_pra48/s1600-h/IMG_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUK62wVdZuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8hdEt_pra48/s200/IMG_0023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278987163082254050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUK62XtT8ZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Nb_cqSblnAA/s1600-h/IMG_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUK62XtT8ZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Nb_cqSblnAA/s200/IMG_0031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278987156471411090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, i am one hot gran-gran (wink... husband told me, so suck it up, hehehee) anyway, i love this little dude we got, i love spending time with him because he such a sweet, sweet and funny little loviss to me,  thats what i called him other than the nickname kelly and i gave him, which is baby dallas. Gosh! theirs so much thing for me to tell about him, and he really makes us happy, stress out, pissed off, but every time we send him home to his mom, we already miss his presence in the house, its just feel to empty without his laughter and whining and crying and dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really to young to be called "granma" right? but Baby dallas always call me "my" or "ma" but not mom, he use that to his mommy stacie. He and i really spend a lot of time, i will go to phoenix airport to pick him up and when he sees me he will go ballistic on seeing me and wants me to carry him right away with his overwhelming reaction to see me and give me hugs and slobby kisses and  drag me somewhere without looking back to his dad or mom who drop him off there. And when kelly will send him home to his mommy, i can see the sadness on his face and when i say bye-bye to him, he won't look at me in eyes and pretend that I'm not there anymore, and when i turn my back on him to say bye  again, his looking at me and then ignore me again, and it breaks my heart to see him like that, i wish he could just live with us forever, but he has his own mommy and daddy who wants to spend time with him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he loves me, and he listens to me, every time his with me, he never fails to give me his trade mark " a slobby kisses" and show me some love and affection and appreciation of the attention we gave him..... I love him with all my heart, even though technically his not blood related to me, i am just his step gran, who loves him more than anything else in this would. He makes us so happy in his cute little way, that really touches our heart to the core....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABY DALLAS, LOVISS, YOUR THE MAN, AND POP AND I ARE ALWAYS BE HERE FOR YOU AND  LOVE YOU ALWAYS AND FOREVER... KEEP IT COOL DUDE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7730674756520877386-3455684745515218000?l=batemanrequiron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://batemanrequiron.blogspot.com/feeds/3455684745515218000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7730674756520877386&amp;postID=3455684745515218000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730674756520877386/posts/default/3455684745515218000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730674756520877386/posts/default/3455684745515218000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://batemanrequiron.blogspot.com/2008/12/gran-gran-28-yrs-old.html' title='A gran-gran @ 28 yrs old'/><author><name>kelchel Bateman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14551095707981881297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUIApFS8KnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/a4y_Q3syZIA/S220/sc000d6b03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUK625w1ivI/AAAAAAAAAE8/IVPnNI8VY90/s72-c/IMG_0553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730674756520877386.post-1511856343541890014</id><published>2008-12-11T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:17:38.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as a Pilot's wife</title><content type='html'>When i met my husband he was already doing this job ; a commercial pilot for Southwest Airline and a on reserved pilot for the Air National Guard. I am proud of him but sometimes its just too much for me, thank god he already retired on his military job, but he still gone a lot, thats one of the reason why he just want me to stay home and not get a job, so that we he gets home from a few days out of town, i will be home and he could spend time with me, but i get bored without doing anything when his not home and i am talking about days.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he upgrade into a captain, my.... his schedule was insane, and i got a little insane too, scheduling will call him at 3:00 am to tell him he has to go to work that day, because that time he was a junior captain and on reserved , meaning if one f the pilot will call in sick, he has to fell in for that guy, and i have to wake up with him, to pack his suitcase and make him breakfast and some sandwich to take with him when he gets hungry, i wasn't feeling bad for my self, i was feeling bad for my husband because he doesn't have a choice but to get his butt out in bed and get ready. So right now, he can bid a schedule he wants and the days he wants to work, but he still doesn't come home everyday like other normal job is, and i am always home alone for few days. But as long as his happy of what his doing, i will be happy for him, and the advantage of being a pilot's wife is; i get a chance to travel for free and i can give my sister a free ticket so she can come and visit us. And he looks darn good on his uniform and i miss seeing him in his military suit, he really looks hot on it.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7730674756520877386-1511856343541890014?l=batemanrequiron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://batemanrequiron.blogspot.com/feeds/1511856343541890014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7730674756520877386&amp;postID=1511856343541890014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730674756520877386/posts/default/1511856343541890014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730674756520877386/posts/default/1511856343541890014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://batemanrequiron.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-as-pilots-wife.html' title='Life as a Pilot&apos;s wife'/><author><name>kelchel Bateman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14551095707981881297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUIApFS8KnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/a4y_Q3syZIA/S220/sc000d6b03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730674756520877386.post-4724665019194184525</id><published>2008-12-11T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:48:39.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pro's and Con's of being a new driver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUIJKWoC7FI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1e38xxDL0wQ/s1600-h/IMG_0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUIJKWoC7FI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1e38xxDL0wQ/s200/IMG_0295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278791786708528210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUIJCkRgqGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1ZobPu5H29g/s1600-h/IMG_0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUIJCkRgqGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1ZobPu5H29g/s200/IMG_0294.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278791652933150818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just learning how to drive and sometimes it really freak me out. Kelly as my designated driving teacher doesn't really do me a big help, his more like a distractions, but lately his really trying so hard to be more relax and let me be, letting me do what i think would help me relax and focus, so I am thankful for that support, morally and emotionally.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is base on my experience as a new learner how to drive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PRO'S:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. It will help me being independent and go places which kelly doesn't want to go, like shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I can start looking and having a job that i would love to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I can start schooling &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I can drop off/pick up kelly at the airport so he doesn't have to pay for parking&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I can be kelly's driving when he ends up drinking after socializing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far thats all i can think of right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CON'S:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I am still scared and anxious about driving&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I'm scared to get into an accident&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I'm scared to wreck my car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I don't want to hurt people accidentally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I am intimidated with other driver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I'm trying so hard not to disappoint kelly so thats really  stressful, and so frustrating on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. A lot of driver's out there are so aggressive and unpredictable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so on and so fort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, kelly's review about my driving has been improving and getting better, but sometimes he would still say that I'm "DWO" meaning "driving while oriental" he think its funny, plus I'm a woman. His a little bit chauvinistic about women driver and old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, I am having fun learning to drive and i want to be a better and responsible driver and do things i love to do that kelly hated to do with me. Plus he already got me a car so hmmm.... exciting(wink).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7730674756520877386-4724665019194184525?l=batemanrequiron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://batemanrequiron.blogspot.com/feeds/4724665019194184525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7730674756520877386&amp;postID=4724665019194184525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730674756520877386/posts/default/4724665019194184525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730674756520877386/posts/default/4724665019194184525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://batemanrequiron.blogspot.com/2008/12/pros-and-cons-of-being-new-driver.html' title='Pro&apos;s and Con&apos;s of being a new driver'/><author><name>kelchel Bateman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14551095707981881297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUIApFS8KnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/a4y_Q3syZIA/S220/sc000d6b03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUIJKWoC7FI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1e38xxDL0wQ/s72-c/IMG_0295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730674756520877386.post-7476918427538091246</id><published>2008-12-11T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:51:38.568-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is a blast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby dallas corner'/><title type='text'>This is a concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-469666fc6844475" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0469666fc6844475%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331246170%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4DAFDFBEBABEDEF4841A340B7C41CF926D577DD3.7D4C29E717409931F1214BAE48FBBA264F0856F7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D469666fc6844475%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DI6VNXdQTZdaFLa9ERHcSwFtVzsY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0469666fc6844475%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331246170%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4DAFDFBEBABEDEF4841A340B7C41CF926D577DD3.7D4C29E717409931F1214BAE48FBBA264F0856F7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D469666fc6844475%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DI6VNXdQTZdaFLa9ERHcSwFtVzsY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't he adorable? baby dallas dallas is been talking a lot lately mostly gibberish, and kelly said I'm crazy for translating it on my own way too. but anyways, his been really talking a lot lately that is so funny that i just can't help it to adore him so much more... here is the video of him trying so hard to sing NO ONE that will make you smile. Sometimes his pop would talk to him and asks him if he has some dignity for letting me do all things i want him to do, and he will do it for me because i am his biggest fan... and he loved me that he want me to laugh, smile and make those funny things i want him to do for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7730674756520877386-7476918427538091246?l=batemanrequiron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=469666fc6844475&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://batemanrequiron.blogspot.com/feeds/7476918427538091246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7730674756520877386&amp;postID=7476918427538091246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730674756520877386/posts/default/7476918427538091246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730674756520877386/posts/default/7476918427538091246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://batemanrequiron.blogspot.com/2008/12/isnt-he-adorable-baby-dallas-dallas-is.html' title='This is a concert'/><author><name>kelchel Bateman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14551095707981881297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUIApFS8KnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/a4y_Q3syZIA/S220/sc000d6b03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730674756520877386.post-5946931036989893092</id><published>2008-12-11T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:11:23.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm hooked on this Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUGbCn1zcwI/AAAAAAAAADM/id708KF0An4/s1600-h/IMG_0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUGbCn1zcwI/AAAAAAAAADM/id708KF0An4/s200/IMG_0297.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278670707611628290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUGbCYjbPVI/AAAAAAAAADE/NH1SuDdzuBs/s1600-h/IMG_0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUGbCYjbPVI/AAAAAAAAADE/NH1SuDdzuBs/s200/IMG_0296.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278670703508012370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people went really crazy on this book and the movie TWILIGHT and i am one of those. I was searching about books thats a best seller and got the chance to read the preview of the book twilight and the first thing got in my weird mind after reading it is "hmmm this is good, who doesn't like a love story about vampires, not me of course" so when my husband went grocery shopping @ sams club, i went to the books section and got a copy of twilight and start reading when we got home  and my oh my i loved the story  that i ready it for just two days, and i start bugging my husband to buy the whole series. And when the movie was on theater i just can't wait to go to and watch the movie by my self, kelly down't want to watch it, so he watch a different movie while i enjoy watching twilight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, i would say, if you love story about a love triangle about  teenage human girl, a hot teenage vampire, and a teenage human turn werewolf... then get this book and I'm telling you, you will be hooked on this just like me and the others who went gaga with this love hot story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7730674756520877386-5946931036989893092?l=batemanrequiron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://batemanrequiron.blogspot.com/feeds/5946931036989893092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7730674756520877386&amp;postID=5946931036989893092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730674756520877386/posts/default/5946931036989893092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730674756520877386/posts/default/5946931036989893092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://batemanrequiron.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-hooked-on-this-books.html' title='I&apos;m hooked on this Books'/><author><name>kelchel Bateman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14551095707981881297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUIApFS8KnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/a4y_Q3syZIA/S220/sc000d6b03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUGbCn1zcwI/AAAAAAAAADM/id708KF0An4/s72-c/IMG_0297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730674756520877386.post-9204769011020796737</id><published>2008-12-11T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:32:14.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My instant Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"     href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUKtnV1aJ6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/T1lqGORxma4/s1600-h/IMG_0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUKtnV1aJ6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/T1lqGORxma4/s200/IMG_0475.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278972604619302818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUGIy26YGsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IX-eQPlePKA/s1600-h/IMG_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUGIy26YGsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IX-eQPlePKA/s320/IMG_0018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278650645570132674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           BB DALLAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUGGeqpmH_I/AAAAAAAAACs/eWeR3HygqSA/s1600-h/DSCF1449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUGGeqpmH_I/AAAAAAAAACs/eWeR3HygqSA/s320/DSCF1449.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278648099657883634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             RACHEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUGAhcxeQvI/AAAAAAAAACc/Kmni-xkNheM/s1600-h/sc00184ded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUGAhcxeQvI/AAAAAAAAACc/Kmni-xkNheM/s320/sc00184ded.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278641550402667250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        JORDAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUF_3b0WEaI/AAAAAAAAACU/w1KvqyF2iAY/s1600-h/IMG_0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUF_3b0WEaI/AAAAAAAAACU/w1KvqyF2iAY/s320/IMG_0199.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278640828591772066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        KELLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelly: husband, best friend and my confidante.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things i like and dislike about him; hmmmm i have so many things to say about this  guy but but i wont go though it because it'll take me forever to put it in writing so I'm just gonna state the obvious. So lets start with likes, he has a very good sense of humor and never fails me to laugh out loud without a poise (embarrassing sometimes) he is a sweet person and never forget to tell me he loves and missed me when his on a trip, so caring and thoughtful that calls me everyday to asked how my days doing and if everything is good, buy me stuff that he thinks i would love because he knows what i like and don't and so on and so fort, so many to mention. Things that i dislike about him; his brutally honest that sometimes his word would really hurt your feelings, sometimes his too demanding, when his cranky, you better stay away from him or else he will strike you with strong and hurtful words that you'll end up running to the bathroom and cry there, so far that the major dislike about him. And he is still my one true, great love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jordan: my eldest stepson (22 yrs old)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't spent that much time with to know him better, but i ahve a few things to tell about my husband's eldest son. Jordan is a sweet sensible guy, his smart and very respectful to me, but sometimes he really give my husband so much stress and that sometimes kelly would be so distracted and mad to the core. I just wish jordan would find so soon what he really wants in life that would make him happy and lead him to the best life he deserve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stacie: my middle stepdaughter ( 20 yrs old)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have so many things i could tell about stacie, she is so ballsy and talks a lot about pretty much everything, she's smart and and very friendly, her personality reminded me so much of kelly, she has a sweet personality and she is really beautiful. I have things i don't like about her too but i have decided not to mention it and just keep it my self . To know stacie is to hangout with her in person, she is witty and fun to hangout with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rachel: my youngest stepdaughter (18 yrs old)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm, Rachel looks like kelly, but her personality is so different, she's more like a timid and a little shy, she's sweet and very smart kid, but right now she's just in the stage of all normal american teenager " i want to be independent but you have to provide what i need" situations right now, a very stressful stage for kelly. But other than that she's really a good kid but very secretive, she doesn't share her thoughts and plan to her dad, unlike stacie who like an open book to their father. I'm not going to mention what i dislike about her either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evan Dallas: my stepgranson (stacie's son) (1 yr. and 9 months old)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG, i have so many things to tell about this sweet gorgeous little dude, he makes all of us happy, he is so funny and sweet and his personality is so much like his mommy and pop(kelly). But right now he is already in his stage of the "terrible tw0's" so needy and stubborn that by the end of the day you are worn out and very exhausted. But He is such an adorable kid, and we love him so much... thats all i could say to him right now, because if  won't stop my self telling stories about him, i would end up sitting here the whole day and won't still be done. He is just one precious kid to us... who make us so happy and give us so much laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, you know my family and i love them with all my heart...WELCOME TO THE BATEMAN FAMILY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7730674756520877386-9204769011020796737?l=batemanrequiron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://batemanrequiron.blogspot.com/feeds/9204769011020796737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7730674756520877386&amp;postID=9204769011020796737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730674756520877386/posts/default/9204769011020796737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730674756520877386/posts/default/9204769011020796737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://batemanrequiron.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-instant-family.html' title='My instant Family'/><author><name>kelchel Bateman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14551095707981881297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUIApFS8KnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/a4y_Q3syZIA/S220/sc000d6b03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUKtnV1aJ6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/T1lqGORxma4/s72-c/IMG_0475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7730674756520877386.post-2453093235184496708</id><published>2008-09-14T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T12:46:41.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How i met Marlin Kelly Bateman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SM1hD89-MfI/AAAAAAAAABs/kfm0j6Kd89Q/s1600-h/IMG_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SM1hD89-MfI/AAAAAAAAABs/kfm0j6Kd89Q/s320/IMG_0041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245955861490053618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't he gorgeous? Anyways this is going to be a long story if i will tell everything from start to finish without doing a little editing. This is kelly's version on how he found me. He was being deployed to Turkey, that was the start of the war in Iraq ( he used to be in the air force) Some of his friends was into online dating, so he tried it out, checked online site to find "the lady" that he will have a little fun with corresponding while in a place that there's really not much thing to do, because i think they were on alert, so that means no drinking. So he sorted some of the ladies profile and can you believe it? i made the cut, i think i was in the top ten, he only wanted to try getting to know asian ladies. So, he said he send some few letters to a "few ladies" that he like the profile most, i got my letter, he attached some few pictures of him and his buddy's and the first thing that caught my attention while reading his letter, aside from the looks, is he is an honest person, he told me right away that his been divorce for 10 years and he has 3 kids, and his not really looking for a relationships.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I corresponded with his letter and we exchanged emails once in a while until he decided to come pay "us" a visit, he was planning to visit couple a girls that he sent letters to and replied him. He did plan to met me first and he didn't get the chance to see the other girls because for one thing? he was only gonna stay in the PI for a week? i mean how lame is that if your planning to see couple of girls right? but i excuse him for that because it was his first time in the PI and military people are not supposed to be in Mindanao. So we hang-out and i was so amazing that was really comfortable with him, he was and until now fun to be with, never failed to make me laugh and angry sometimes. He only stayed in the PI for a few days because thats the only break he could get and he will be deployed again once his back to the US.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he was being deployed to Crate Greece, he ask me if i could get a visa to go there, i didn't tried eventhough i really wanted to see him again. And after a few months he went back to the PI and he stayed for 10 days, and then we decided that maybe i should try getting a tourist visa and as expected, i got denied. So he went back to the US again and decided to get us a fiancee visa and we got a approved and before we decided to get married we had a talked we both so unsure of what's gonna happened, but we still did got married. There was a lot of thorns and painful and stressful part of our marriage, we are one of those millions couple who has fights and issues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, we passed that hurdles and trying to move on a life goes on with a new prospective and knows how to deal with each other and and knows when to back off. We communicate and compromise with each other and we are a better person and a much better couple, We are PARTNERS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelly is still the best thing that happened to me, i still thank god for the chance of having him in my life and being with him for the rest of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not even close to a quarter of my life experience with my husband, some things are better keep it safe and private. And i still have a long way to go of knowing him some more,,, cause this a journey that i would go and not regret that i did...He is a big part of my life's journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7730674756520877386-2453093235184496708?l=batemanrequiron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://batemanrequiron.blogspot.com/feeds/2453093235184496708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7730674756520877386&amp;postID=2453093235184496708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730674756520877386/posts/default/2453093235184496708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7730674756520877386/posts/default/2453093235184496708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://batemanrequiron.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-i-met-marlin-kelly-bateman.html' title='How i met Marlin Kelly Bateman'/><author><name>kelchel Bateman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14551095707981881297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SUIApFS8KnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/a4y_Q3syZIA/S220/sc000d6b03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdc2Pgn9l2o/SM1hD89-MfI/AAAAAAAAABs/kfm0j6Kd89Q/s72-c/IMG_0041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
