It's mean, vengeful and sets women back like 100 years, but holy hell I peed myself!!!

This semi-mysoginistic man I know sent it to me--maybe not mysoginistic, but he does have only a partially informed view of women. I have to overlook it, if I want to keep being his friend---well and every once in a while he shows nascent signs of improvement--probably inadvertant as far as he is concerned.

Men.

I have been sucha f-ing downer lately.
Listen to all of this.
It's hilarious.
Not everyone takes themselves as seriously...hallelujah.
It's all about your take on things I suppose.

So I have spent the last few days looking for a job.

I thought about taking one with KBR as an MWR Morale Welfare Recreation coordinator overseas, working as a land agent or as an insurance adjuster-- all very lucrative,e but not conducive to motherhood, though I suspect that I'm not doing a particularly good job in that department anyway so a break from Mom might not have been such a bad idea, but I digress.

Anyway...so what I have come up with is a job at a sports bar.
I can
work at night and on weekends,
I don't have to sit still
and I don't need a porkchop tied around me neck
so folks will play with me.

There you have it.
I'm taking
my $80,000 education,
stellar personality,
razor sharp mind,
and moving from wiping toddler ass at night to wiping tables...It just keeps getting better and better around here.

It's seemed kinda vague, lately. A long lately...kinda untethered if

you will.

I know it is showing up on my posts, too.

It's a good thing it's my freaking blog so the only one busting my ass about it is me...well...maybe that's the bad thing...dunno.

so

Update

Crossfit

Still loving this program.

Monday, Wednesday, Friday....always three high points of my week.

You sweat, get scuffed up and loose your lunchs ometimes...well...I loose my lunch--that's just me. Maybe I'm exorcising demons or something-- who the hell knows?

Shaun picked up his brown belt this night.

Milsupport

Several of my milfolks are coming home.

Shaun and his shop are headed back to North Carolina.

Jesse, near Fallujah only has a little while as well...he and his bride are planning a nice long vacation.

Some of my Afghanistan folks were wounded, but at this writing should be home or getting on helicopters to go to Bagram Airbase from their little private corner of hell in the Korengal Valley. They lost a lot of men on this deployment...nine just two weeks before they were due home, fourteen injured.

We joined the Y.

I can't drive to Houston everyday to get to the Crossfit gym so I thought on non Crossfit days I'd see what kind of mess I could get myself into there...we don't' have to pay much at all since the Y is sliding scale. whew. That pool is turning into a momma sanity preserver.

Anniversary

My 16th anniversary came and went.

I forgot until about thirty minutes before Tony came home and he bought a card that he kept forgetting to give me until he came home. We had an offer of babysitting and a night out with friends, but the man wasn't feeling it so I went out without him. It was a weird night.

Though then and since then I and one friend, Lisa, have discovered some good places for live music and so it wasn't all for naught.

Salads

I have become the master salad maker...this one is turkey, endive, spinach, avocado with balsamic and organic tomatoes...Yesterday was a chicken with walnuts, green apples, avocado and lime juice. Yum.I could go on, but well who cares that much about hearing about salads right? grin.

Okay, I've blathered on enough. Hope everyone is doing okay.

I was walking into the store a couple of days ago when I noticed a person sitting in a lawn chair.

I say a person because I am not sure if it was male or a female.

He or she was so badly burned and had so much flesh and hair literally cut away I couldn't tell. There is an air of frailty that comes when your body has been brutalized in some way--a kind of waifishness.

Clutched in this person's lap was a donations box. After taking these things in my eyes averted quickly--subconsciously-- much like when you wince after an unexpected cut.

I think what brought on the intensity of the wince was I was thinking as I walked towards the store entrance how fit I had been feeling lately.

I'm moving faster these days. I have more control over my body and what it does. There in the parking lot on my way in I had been making note of these things specifically when I came upon this person.

and I was ashamed of myself.

I went in with Jo and I did what little shopping I had to do and came out with this person still on my mind. I couldn't even look over when I left. I only had a jumbled impression of what this person had looked like when I first laid eyes, and I was pretty sure if I looked again the pieces would all fall together and burn in my mind leaving a scar there.

Something more to mourn.

When I got back in the car I pulled out to go home and found myself moving instead towards the store entrance. I didn't really think specifics, but I must have, right? because soon my car was in the emergency lane and I was getting out clutching a $5 bill. For some reason I was moved to acknowledge this person.

to look this person in the eye and say hello.
I wanted to because I didn't think I could.
and I was ashamed of trying to avoid the image of their suffering in my head.

So I walked up, put my bill in the donation box and did say hello. I stopped and asked how this person was doing, but no eyes looked up.

This person just mumbled thank you, said 'fine' to my inquiry and kept looking down.

It was hard for this person to look at me I suddenly realized.

It was probably harder.


I turned and walked back to the car.

First off go see Sgt. Grumpy . He needs some help!
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Joseph Patrick Dwyer.

I am sure you have heard about this young soldier's death five years after he left Iraq. He succumbed to his demons and killed himself. It was all over the news...much like this 'iconic' picture from 2003.

Most think they know the story...just another typical PTSD couldn't hack it so he offed himself. How sad. story.

But these articles may lend some insight into this young man and into the photojournalist who took this picture.

Read the articles.
Remember this young man and those like him.

Remember that no two stories about soldiers, Marines, sailors and airmen who bring home wounds you can't see, will be the same.

Finally, remember them and their sacrifices.

Remember.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/%20wp...8071102390.html

http://www.washingtonpost.com/%20wp...8071102328.html

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Again...Go see Sgt. Grumpy as well. He needs some help!

And before you get your panties or looms in a twist, you should know I got this from another blogger...a male kind...which accounts for more than usual crudeness from hope...who am I kidding? I'm crude, just not generally this blatant. heeeeeeeeeeeeee.

tell which one you liked best... 3rd from the top and 2nd to last were pretty damn funny. I'm just sayin'.

The Why's of Men
1. WHY DO MEN BECOME SMARTER DURING SEX?
(because they are plugged into a genius)

2. WHY DON'T WOMEN BLINK DURING SEX?
(they don't have enough time)

3. WHY DOES IT TAKE 1 MILLION SPERM TO FERTILIZE ONE EGG?
(they don't stop to ask directions)

4. WHY DO MEN SNORE WHEN THEY LIE ON THEIR BACKS?(because their balls fall over their butt-hole and they vapor lock)
(You're laughing, aren't you. ?!?! don't worry I won't tell...)

5. WHY WERE MEN GIVEN LARGER BRAINS THAN DOGS?
(so they won't hump women's legs at cocktails parties)

6. WHY DID GOD MAKE MEN BEFORE WOMEN?(you need a rough draft before you make a final copy)

7. HOW MANY MEN DOES IT TAKE TO PUT A TOILET SEAT DOWN?(don't know.....it never happened)

8. WHY DID GOD PUT MEN ON EARTH?(because a vibrator can't mow the lawn)

One day my housework-challenged husband decided to wash his sweat-shirt seconds after he stepped into the laundry room, he shouted to me,
'What setting do I use on the washing machine?'
'It depends,' I replied.
'What does it say on your shirt?'
He yelled back, ' University of Oklahoma.'


A couple is lying in bed.
The man says, 'I am going to make you the happiest woman in the world.'
The woman replies, 'I'll miss you...'

It's just too hot to wear clothes today,' Jack says as he stepped out of the shower,
'honey, what do you think the neighbors would think if I mowed the lawn like this?'
'Probably that I married you for your money,' she replied.

Q: What do you call an intelligent, good looking, sensitive man?
A: A rumor

Dear Lord, I pray for
Wisdom to understand my man;
Love to forgive him;
And Patience for his moods.
Because, Lord,
if I pray for Strength, I'll beat him to death. AMEN

Q: Why do little boys whine?
A: They are practicing to be men.

Q: What does it mean when a man is in your bed gasping for breath and calling your name?
A: You did not hold the pillow down long enough.

Q: How do you keep your husband from reading your e-mail?
A: Rename the mail folder 'Instruction Manual.'