Unexpected friend requests,…

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I got a friend request on FaceBook this morning and I really don’t have a clue what to do about it.  The request came from someone I haven’t seen since she was in single digits, and she happens to be the youngest sister of an ex.  An ex that treated me horribly and we did not divorce on good terms.  We did manage to be almost friendly for a little while, but that was over 9½ years ago AND because he wanted something from me.  Needless to say, the friendliness was shortlived and I haven’t heard from him since, despite the fact that we have a child together.  And then, a few days ago, the ex started popping up with frightening frequency on my friend suggestions thing and I don’t know why or how that happened, since we have ZERO mutual friends.  And now his sister has friended me.  I guess the big question is why?  Both why is he suddenly popping up on my FaceBook suggestions AND why is his sister trying to friend me?  I can’t imagine that she remembers me, although obviously she must know who I am.  The last time I heard from any part of his family was about 7 or 8 years ago when his stepmother contacted me in Virginia.  And that wasn’t about my child, either.  That was to get a deposition against the ex in their attempt to gain custody of his daughter from him.  And now this, so I am more than a little curious as to why and what prompted it.  Of course, it could be she is completely innocent.  I wonder how she even found me on here, unless the ex actually remembers my maiden name.  Weird.


It’s all about choices,…

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Donovan and I went to see the Army recruiter yesterday in Watertown.  It was part of our deal that when exploring his options for the future, especially college, that he talk to the Army recruiter and listen with an open mind and take the ASVAB.  With the economy the way it is, full ride scholarships are becoming fewer and farther between and the cost of tuition keeps going up.  And let’s face it.  An Army family is NOT made of money AND there are still three more children after him.  College is HUGELY important to him so I wanted him to know all the options open to him so that he can make the best decision for himself.  That was what yesterday was about.  Listening, learning, and getting some sense of other options out there to gain his goal. 

So we met with SSG Mower yesterday afternoon and I was very impressed with him.  Recruiters sometimes get a bad rap, unfortunately sometimes deserved, for BSing people to meet recruitment quotas.  There was none of that with this guy, no sugar coating of the facts.  A mark of a good recruiter, in my eyes.  Of course, most of what he had to say we both knew already, which kind of happens when both parents have been or are active duty and have, between them, run the gamut of MOSs!  But we did  learn a couple new things, one of which directly related to college stuff.  As of August 1st, the Montgomery GI Bill is changing.  It used to be that the soldier paid $100 a month for the first year of service and then received the GI Bill benefits.  As the amount authorized raised, the soldier was grandfathered into receiving that higher amount.  Now the soldier no longer pays into it, and not only receives the money to pay for school,but also recieves an additional stipend that is to help with living expenses, books, etc.  All of this, on TOP of your regular paycheck, if you choose to use your GI Bill while still in the Army.  This is in addition to the tuition assistance program still in place.  So the soldier basically gets their college education for free, usually in accelerated terms so they finish faster, all while receiving a full paycheck and the additional stipend.  That is a very good deal.  The other new thing was a program for seniors.  If the senior enlists before they graduate, they receive $500 a month every month until they ship, which is kind a neat thing.

So that was all yesterday was about.  Listening and learning about another option to get what he wants for his future.  Little did I know the amount of shit I was going to take for taking him to the recruiter.  Since then, I have been called a bad mother, told I was forcing him into something, told that I underestimate my son, told that I was stupid for supporting the idea, yelled at, criticized and degraded.  Opinions are one thing, and those I appreciate, even if they are different from mine.  What I don’t appreciate is being called names, yelled at, jumped on, insulted and judged.  Especially when it comes from people who have absolutely no right to judge me for anything, much less this.

It irritates the hell out of me, especially since the whole point was simply to give him options to get his goal.  If he chooses another path, that is perfectly okay and I will support anything he does.  Hell, if he decides to say screw it all, and runs off to join the circus, I will ask for freaking tickets!  The whole point is his happiness, his future, and getting what is important to him.  All this was about was giving him choices.  HIS choices, not mine.  Get off my freaking back already and stop judging me.


Is it time for bed yet?

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The Daily Drama,…
It is barely 0900 and already all I want to do is go to bed, pull the covers over my head and cry the day away.  Why does every day have to be a battle of wills with Donovan?  I am tired of having to repeat myself over and over and over again about the same damn things, day after day, month after month.  I am tired of the attitude that because whatever it is isn’t important than it isn’t even worth his consideration.  I am tired of the half-assed apologies, clearly said just to shut me up.  I am tired of the patronizing, condescending attitude.  I am tired of the self-absorbed, self-centered bullshit.  I am tired of the complete lack of consideration for other people as a normal way of life.  I am tired of the lack of appreciation for what he has in his family.  I am tired of being dismissed.  I did not sign up to be treated like a dumb ass by a 16 yo.

The things I ask are generally pretty simple.  Today’s drama was over some freaking fans.  Some freaking fans in the living room that I have told him a thousand times to turn back on before he goes to bed.  Some freaking fans that he never turns back on.  Because of its layout and shape, our apartment has really lousy venhilation, so mold and mildew is a problem all year, but definately worse in the summer because of the heat and humidity.  And I am extremely allergic to mold and mildew, so summer can be hell for me in my apartment.  As a result, I have fans in every room going 24/7 to keep the heat and the humidity down as much as possible.  There are two in the living room, a double one in the window and a floor fan a few feet from my desk.  I have told him repeatedly that I would rather he didn’t turn them off, just to turn them down and then turn them back up when he goes to bed, but that if he did turn them off, they needed to get turned back on when he goes to bed.  So, of course, he turns them off and leaves them off, every time.  Mold and mildew grows fast and even the spores in the air mess with my breathing and make me sick as hell.  I walked out this morning and it was like being hit in the face with it.  Just breathing made me nauseous. 

So the lecture started again, and so did the attitude.  I got the usual “I forgot”, which I assure you, did not surprise me.  When questioned as to why he turned them off at all when I told him I would rather he didn’t, he informed me that he was cold.  Okay, ever heard of a hoodie?  Blank expression in response.  So, apparently his comfort is far more important than my health.  I asked him how many times we had to have this conversation before he would do what he was asked, and I got the snotty face.  Always a step in the right direction,… if you are trying to get in more trouble.  So, once again, I explained the whole mold and mildew, heat and humidity, gast-growing thing.  To which he replied that he hdan’t know how fast it grew.  Uh, what?  First of all, I have explained all this about a billion times.  And second of all, what the hell difference does it make what my reasoning is behind wanting the fans on?  Where is it written that I owe him an explanation for what I ask of him?  Last time I checked, I was the parent and I made the rules, no explanations necessary.

Somebody shoot me.

On a funny note,…
I totally want to get remarried, or actually havea wedding, just so I can do this!!

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4-94JhLEiN0[/youtube]


From dance to camou,…

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From dance to tears,…
Ok, so I watch So You Think You Can Dance.  It is my guilty pleasure.  No one dies in it, there is no war, no worries.  Besides, I love dance, in all of its forms.  But not often does a piece actually move me to tears.  Last night, they did a piece about breast cancer.  There wasn’t a dry eye in the house by the end of it.  It was danced by Melissa and Ade and choreographed by Tyce Diorio.  The song is This Woman’s Work by Maxwell.  Beautiful!

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g5cf2Qw6_BI[/youtube]

My baby isn’t a baby anymore,…
Yesterday the Army recruiter called, looking for Donovan.  Part of our deal was that, while exploring his options for his future, he would talk to at least the Army recruiter.  With the economy as it is today, the military could be the means to his end, a good college education.  So we made an appointment with the recruiter and we go to meet him on Tuesday in Watertown.  You would think, being an Army vet and an Army wife, that I would take these things in stride.  But I guess the Mama side is taking over the vet side for the moment.  All of a sudden it hit me that my baby isn’t my baby anymore.  Somehow, talking to a recruiter and all that means just brought it home for me.  It was one thing, talking about colleges and all of that.  But this is the military, not always a walk in the park.  And my baby is old enough to be considering it.  Just where the hell has time gone that I am old enough to have a kid ready for this?  It used to be ME doing the military thing and now my child is considering it?!  And the thought of both my husband AND my kid deployed.  Holy shit.


Where’s my zen?!

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After the trauma of having to deal with the testosterone-fueled drama of my middle two children ALL FREAKIN’ DAY yesterday, I woke up this morning feeling the need for some zen.  However, my morning plans really didn’t fit in with that.  Donovan had a facial & hair cut appointment this morning at 0900 and I had to get my brows waxed.  Neither of those activities really equates to zen time for me.  For one thing, I wasn’t the one getting the facial.  No, instead I was getting the hair ripped off of my eyes after the application of hot wax.  Hardly zen-like.  Then there was the waiting around for Donovan to be beautified.  Also not all that zen-like.  Then coming home to children who are fighting,… DEFINATELY not zen-like.  So, I broke out the Nag Champa incense and the Nag Champa perfume oil and I am desperately try to fool myself into thinking I shall find some zen,…