Green eyed monster

Booo, yet another person I know is pregnant. We've been trying for several months. I already knew going into this that I have endometriosis as well as 2 uterine fibroids, so the longer we took the lower the chances. We've even been doing some creative planning since the hubby isn't here at the moment and has been coming home during special times.

I mean I'm happy for them, yes that I am but still a little jealous since I hit 40 this year and was hoping to have birthed a healthy, happy second child before the big 40.

Typical right?

I love my boy I do so don't get me wrong when I say this, but the boy drives me nuts. I ask him 3-4 times if he wants something to eat. After getting answers of no each time, I make my food and sit down. Just as my butt brushes the chair he asks for breakfast and is insistent that it must happen right then and there. Besides that if I didn't go and make it, he'd hover over my food until I fed him most of it.

I KNOW I had to have done this to my Mom a million times as a kid. Well at least until I was about 7 or 8 and she could direct me to the cupboards and make myself a bowl of cereal. Of course at 3 it's a bit much to try and make him do that. I could just see the milk ending up in a flood on the floor or worse yet the family room where he attempted to make it so he wouldn't miss out on something.

I guess this is one thing that I'll just have to wait a few years longer for or I could just have him start doing curls with milk jugs.

Puff piece makes me snicker

There's a ton of background I need to give but basically the short version is our neighbor D lost her husband in a helicopter crash in September. I try my hardest to help but I didn't know her well and she's very independent so I come across as the crazy stalker lady that pays the neighbor kid to shovel her driveway and keeps an eye on her on facebook.

Anyways, next to the D is the Family Readiness Support Assist (FRSA) for my husband's unit. She was a bitch when I met her, she tried to dime me out to the BN CO's wife when I was first got to the unit on the spouse/family side. Subsequently I was totally and completely ignored during the hubby's deployment with that unit. And I mean literally ignored as in got 3 calls the entire time none of which were from the BN COs wife or the FRSA and umm my spouse was the XO.

So coming back to D, I found out through a facebook posting that the FRSA had the balls from her yard to attempt to on the spot correct a visitor to D's home. He apparently was on the front porch/walk without his hat on. Yes technically that is out of uniform since he was outside but he was hugging the 4 kids that are left behind to deal with losing their dad. Then the FRSA's husband who was junior ranking to the visitor tried to get all up in the guy's business. Apparently it was fairly ugly from the FRSA's side and ended with D saying something to the effect that in the event that the FRSA's husband is killed she hopes that someone treats the FRSA's just like how she was treated that day.

So today I see a photo of the entire group of FRSAs and I couldn't help but snicker. They were touting how awesome they are and the first thought that came to mind was how that ASS of a FRSA treated a war widow a month after his death, a neighbor, fellow mother and military spouse. Awesome my left foot, more like a husband rank wearing, thinking I'm a top dog as a GS-6, sorry excuse for a compassionate human being.

D has more class in her pinkie toe than the FRSA has in her entire lifetime and borrowing from friends.

Stupid Storm

We are prepping the house for renters so we can move on to the new locale. Unfortunately last night me and the boy spent 30 minutes or so bunkered down in the coat closet playing with the maglite and watching the weather page on my phone.

I grabbed the garbage can after the all clear last night and noticed another shutter had been torn off the house. We already lost one on an earlier storm but I had bought the replacements so I only needed someone with drills and bits that I don't own to come and install them. Well crap in the daylight wouldn't you know it, the upstairs shutters and windows are smaller than the ground floor. Frickin' A! So you know this means I'm stuck hanging out the window this weekend to measure those shutters and then special order them.

Stupid 70mph winds!

Lets see if I have time

I miss blogging, I really do. It's just that I'd rather spend time with the little man and work of course blocks my access to blogger so my good ideas and great posts slip out of my mind and off into mommy brain.

Hopefully I can keep up, even with just a little bit. Little man has been saying some serious gems I'd like to capture somewhere besides facebook and they usually are worth a pretty good chuckle.

Lets see and happy blogging.

Week 6 and the end is near

I am on week 6 of 12 weeks of the very LAST semester of school. Come August I will have a MBA and a MSM. Then I am all edumacated and will not do school again. Then its off to painting the house since it appears the HRC wants to move the husband in 2010.

Unitl then posts will be few and far between.

Memorial Day

Please remember those that serve, have served and those that gave the ultimate sacrifice today.

My strife is small sitting here watching the big comfy couch for 100th time today missing my spouse. There are so many who would be forgotten without you all. So please take the time to remember.

I should be a laywer

According to the guy with an actual JD and a license I should go back to school yet again for MY JD. Jimmy's nucking futs! I've got one semester left of grad school, there's no going back....um thanks. But, my ability to write extremely well when really pissed off worked like a charm. Tuesday I was informed in writing that I was cleared of the charge and alleged crime at work. (After finals I will take the time to sanatize it and publish it, I'm really proud of it actually.)

I read the first paragraph as it contained the main premsis, stopped reading and started sobbing in the Directors office. Free at last, thank the Lord I'm free at last.

What is up with AOL Trolls?

Seriously, I'd like to know what is up with the trolls on AOL? I read a very cute little puff piece about Michelle Obama taking questions of kids during 'Take your kid to work day.' (link to the article is in the title) It is a puff piece but its about little kids people lets not get crazy, okay?

I mean really, some of the posts that actually contained real words and not IM shorthand or hell just spelled correctly were horrible. There were so many references to how they are nothing but a bunch of socialists and that Bush was better. Some really made nasty comments about Michelle's appearance as well as the normal racist crap including sadly making a comment about how anyone can train a monkey to wear heels. They even called her sasquatch - who cares that she's a tall woman? Really?

I didn't agree with 90% of what Bush did or said his last term and did not vote for him in either election eventhough I am a registered Republican. I may call him a moron and that he made political choices that I truly don't agree with, but geeze some of the anti-Obama comments are just hideous.

Its just a shame that the bashing continues to be like this even after the election. I didn't like the bashing that existed during the campaign season at all. It's that stuff in general that makes it hard for me to vote (I still do because it can make a difference). I've lost a lot of faith in our deomcratic process and the horrid mud slinging like this and just outright rudeness of commentary that's not even relevant to politics makes me want to go back to "my island" if you remember the movie Braveheart where I can be queen and tell people to STFU.

**Okay back to my final I keep procrastinating.**

Sigh.....Seriously

I've been debating about posting this since its sensitive in nature of the person I'm writing about. I have a major concern about females and the Army lately. I firmly believe in equal rights and feel that women do have a valid place in the military. What I don't get is why they are being treated with less than normal dignity when it comes to sexual assault?

Again I have to give the abridged version of this for space as well as her privacy but I'm friends with a female officer stationed here. She's been posting posts that were getting slightly and slightly more odd lately on the mil spouse board I am a part of. Then the other night she posted her whole story.

She posted how she was raped by her boyfriend's best friend with a shotgun next to her as a teen. How her parents blamed her for being raped, how her college experience included a close call with being assaulted again and then told she was worthless and shouldn't get a commission. She then recounts her time in one of the sandboxes, speaking of a fellow officer who stepped over the line with sexual comments and then proceeded to make uninvited visits to her hut in the middle of the night pounding on the door for the duration of her time downrange. When she reported the behaviors she was told to suck it up and that she was just taking it wrong. She filed an EO complaint, it was investigated and the guy was due a Art 15. Well some monkey butt down graded it to a local command letter placed in his file - yeah for attempting sexual assault of a female. Meantime the midnight door knocks continued while down range. She was alone in her room because she was the only female and they wouldn't room her with enlisted females.

Fast forward to the present and we find out that she's been trying to get through the behavioral health here only be be told that if she would just "submit" to her spouse and become a better Christian and an appropriate wife her feelings of fear and trauma from the rape, barely escaped assault, and attempted sexual assault down range would ALL go away if she'd just become the better wife and Christian. That makes me want to beat the man who told her that - I love Christians but I LOATHE zealots period. So she was basically handed three sets of pills and sent on her merry way.

Sadly the pills were the wrong thing to give and she wanted to sleep off her pain she was feeling and started mixing different pills with booze. Thankfully she figured it out, walked out of her bedroom and asked her husband to take her to the ER. They figured that if they went to the civilian hospital they might get better care - yeah uh no! The doc at the local hospital here marked her as combatant so the MPs showed up, cuffed her ass and took her to the military hospital. Here's a woman hurting due to being violated so many different ways and they cuff her as a threat of being combatant. If you'd see her you'd smack them for thinking that. She's a twig, a tiny, nasally talking twig not a combatant. When her husband spoke to her BN CO the next day she told the husband that his wife needed to "just let it go" and not take it personally that she was now being asked to work with a guy that tormented her the entire deployment. Way to go BN CO with being soo sympathetic to another female officer.

Not sure what's happening to her today other than behavioral health was supposed to follow up with her and they never did. She has her regular counseling appointment on Thursday but what if she didn't ask for help like she did? We already have the highest suicide rate in all of Army at this duty station but lets add to it by ignoring a true issue with women and the Army and their failure to address sexual assault.