Plastic Surgery Debate...

Earlier today a friend from grade school/high school posted a status about people who choose to have plastic surgery and others telling them that too much is actually too much.  She made the mistake of asking for opinions then didn't like the fact that I gave mine because I actually responded several times to the same post.  Honestly why put crap like that up if you don't like hearing that others don't think like you do.  If all you want is for people to blow sunshine up your ass then maybe you should post that ahead of time.  Funny how its OK when the liberal mind set gets all bent out of shape and rants and raves about crap without any logic to it then they can talk all they want.  She posed the question about plastic surgery and people having how ever much done that they want as long as they have the money for it.  What they don't realize is that the body can only take so much being cut open and sewn shut before it refuses to fight possible infections, or implants are rejected or you can no longer hide scars.  She blasted me because I didn't agree that people should be allowed to mutilate their bodies endlessly as long as they have the money to constantly have surgery.  Some people really don't understand buyers remorse!

So much on the brain

Where do I even begin? First I guess I'll start with Josh's step mom losing her mind on me for no reason. I called to ask about dates for celebrating Eric's birthday and she got on one of her rants telling me how Dan was left to clean the church by himself. When I suggested some thing as simple as talking to the congregation about the churches upkeep and care she flipped out on me and gave me no good reason why he couldn't ask for help from others.  This isn't the first time I've had issues with her or with him blowing up at me for no reason.  Just kills me how the elderly demand respect but they are 'allowed' to open their mouths and spew stupidity and then ask for forgiveness and every thing is suppose to be OK because they said they were sorry.  I'm seriously getting to a point where I'm just like screw all these crazy ass people.  I know I shouldn't be like that but damn why is it people get all sanctemonious and moral when it's convenient for them?
I'm really getting tired of making all the effort and sacrifice and shuttling back and forth, not to mention that Josh is all for having another baby but he's not the one making much of the effort.  I have to take myself down to him, I have to get things together here for the trip.  Keep things together when I spend time in his area.  Can't really say I spend time with him because he spends more time with his computer then he does with me when I pay him a visit.  I won't even get in to clean up after he cooks and Preston eats.  Seriously I think both of them have such a damn phobia about doing dishes.  Hell I fight back and forth with keeping my own house neat and clean and I go down there to do more house work, seriously?  For that I can just stay home with Eric and the cats and not have to deal with all the extra bullshit.  Plus the cats snuggle with me at night and they don't snore like Josh does.

God give them strength

http://www.nydailynews.com/news/national/florida-pastor-daughter-shot-head-sunday-services-article-1.1021697

Earlier in the week Josh and I got calls from his dad and stepmom about this occurance at their local church.  We've been to visit with them and attended church services with them and met the pastor, his wife and in passing his daughter.  I'm truly saddened by such a senseless accident because people weren't careful enough to check the chamber for a round before passing the gun around.  I feel aweful for the family and for the congregation of the church.  I pray that God gives this family strength, I pray that He helps Hannah toward a positive and uplifting outcome.  I hope her condition improves and that she has a full recovery.  God only knows what I would do if this had been my own child.  I'm sad and angry at the same time.  How do you forgive the people who did this to your child?  How do you tell them it's not their fault?  The pastor can not set foot in his church yet.  God only knows if he ever will. 

I hope the pastor gets himself together and brings together his church community.  He needs their support and they need his strength and leadership.

Today was my good deed day!

I'm thankful that I'm in a position at the moment where I can be available to help friends with what ever they need on a moments notice.  As a stay at home mom who doesn't have a bunch of kids to run all over the place I'm able to bring my lil guy with me and go baby sit or in this case help a friend pack up her kitchen for a weekend move to a new home.  Yeah crazy me spends my 'adult' time with a friend helping her pack for a move in to her first home.  Yep she's a brand new home owner; with two kids trying to get all the way packed before movers come in would have been hell.  So I helped pack up as much of the kitchen as possible, most of her glassware, mugs, cups, plates, pyrex bakeware and those things along with a few small appliances got packed up with no issues.  I'm just hoping that everything moves without a lot of issues.  It's different when you are packing for yourself, when you pack for some one else you stress about things being packed properly and stuff not breaking in transit from one place to the other.  I offered to help do some more packing and such before the movers came to start loading the truck and getting her big furniture out of the house.  I'll call/stop by in the AM and see how things are going and if she wants/needs the help before the movers show up.

Ha on the up side I also picked up a back up container to catch water and if I'm not needed tomorrow then I may put Eric in the yard for a while so I can work in the garage and make space for the new HWH and room for Josh to move the washer and dryer around once he gets them disconnected.  For sure he's going to need space to work in that corner and I also have to finish breaking down the drywall on the pedestal so all that wood can dry out and we can box the area in with marine plywood. 

Funny thinking about the girl friend that I just helped to pack and how much she was stressing about having electricity and water in the new place.  Wait til she has some kind of major issue with a hot water heater or the AC unit giving her hell and she has to call and spend money on having some one come out and fix all the stuff that use to be done by maintainance people on base at no extra cost to her personally.

Ode to the Hot Water Heater!!!!!

SERIOUSLY SCREW YOU!!!!!  You couldn't just stop working, no you had to have a wonderful hole some where that we can't get to in order to make repairs!!!!  So I've shut the hot water OFF in order to keep the tank from continuing to fill.  Of course I also don't have a full length floor model either.  Mine sits on a 'box' in the corner of my garage that again isn't easy to get to either.  Seriously?  So the hole has finally grown enough that the heater does nothing but drip.  The wood and dry wall 'box' the heater is sitting on is SOAKED through and molded, I've had to knock out one of the walls of this 'box' in order to get an idea how much water was being retained.  Wood framing is also soaked to the point where it can't hold water any more and I've got water in the laundry area of my garage and the water is slowly spreading.  This crap is worse then The Blob!!!  So I thought I was clever and put a bucket under the dripping water but now we have another dripping area and again water is all over the garage.  Of course the wonderful husband instead of thinking well shit this needs to be fixed as soon as possible is like OK I'll order the water heater and put it in myself.  So he ordered it on the weekend, it shipped on  Monday or Tuesday and won't get here til after the 1st of February.  So I'll be spending two weeks taking birdie baths til the husband can come in the weekend after the delivery to repair the 'box' and install the new water heater.  Talk about a freaking mess.  If I never have to look at the inside of my garage again I'd be too fucking happy, seriously.  Some times home ownership SUCKS BALLS!!!

So much going on right now...

The good going on right now is that Josh had a job interview for a research assistant position today and he was offered the job.  Right now it's part time while he's in class, this could potentially be his summer internship and then eventually a permanent job after he graduates from school.  What it also means is that there is a potential for us to be moving permanently down to FL.  How do I feel about that?  I think I'm OK with it, my biggest concern about moving down there is finding a home that works for us.  After owning a home and having space for our son to play and enjoy himself in a back yard that we don't necessarily have to share with anyone else is a big deal.  I like the fact that we have privacy where we are now and I can let him out on his own and not have to be on top of him every time he wants to be outside.  For now we'll take things one day at a time and I'll continue to encourage Josh to stay on top of his game.
The rough part of things right now is the issues my sister is having with her youngest son.  For the longest time he's had mood issues that were just recently diagnosed.  She'd been having issues with him at school and the school pretty much insisted that he be put on home instruction.  Most of last year ye was on home instruction so this year my sister tried to put him back in school with an addition program outside of school.  Things seemed to be going not too bad until yesterday.  He had a violent episode at school to the point where they felt he had to be restrained.  My sister picked him up from school he went to his challenge program and had an outburst of some kind at the program as well.  The instructors at the challenge program had him admitted to the ER for observation and evaluation.  When the ER dr. did their physical evaluation they noticed that his arms were bruised from being restrained.  They asked my sister if she had restrained him and she told them it wasn't her.  So the ER got the department of youth and family services involved and they now have to look into how the school is treating the kids.  After all the evaluation was done they diagnosed ADHD as well as his mood disorder.  Now my sister has to fight with the school not to have her son put on home instruction.  The school counselor called to tell her that it had been decided that he would be put on home instruction and when she spoke to someone from the challenge program she was told that it had been discussed but nothing was set in stone.  I asked her about the possibility of getting him a personal teaching assistant through the board of ed and supposedly he has to be diagnosed as special needs/special ed before they will assign him a personal teaching assistant.  I really feel bad for my sis and my youngest nephew, the hard part is that with the issues he has he's very abusive toward any one who sets him off.

Giving Thanks and saying goodbye

http://topics.dallasnews.com/photo/07AO2u80J32Sq?q=Defense

Today I saw a post that another soldier was lost in Afghanistan recently.  This person wasn't exactly a stranger.  He's someone I'd gotten to know over the internet through a facebook group known as Sexually Deprived For Your Freedom, he was one of the group moderators and was funny about his responses to different posts.  I'm sorry for his wife, children, and other family members who are left behind.
This really hit home and made me thankful once again that my husband was a submarine sailor.  I'm doublly thankful that he's now retired and physically and mentally intact.  I know that I was terrified when we got the news that his sub had been in a collision and there was so far one person in critical condition on board and several others with various injuries.  Unfortunately the critically injured individual died as a result of his injuries and unfortunately weather and water conditions that woudn't allow them to med transport him off the sub.  The situation could have been all around a much worse situation then it turned out to be.  The sub could have been unable to surface and/or move under it's own power and the crew would have literally been buried still alive at sea. I couldn't imagine it.  How horrific for anyone who has lost a loved one in a freak accident or because of circumstances while serving their country.