My favorite crazy person is back on Facebook! After a 6 day hiatus, she's back to spilling her guts about all the drama from her ghetto fabulous life. I really missed the inside scoop into her incredibly shallow and vapid mind. But no worries, she's back full force posting at least 12 times a day, making up for lost time? Oh, and I speak for all your Facebook friends, when I say, we love when you post polls about what you should eat, or what color you should wear, or whatever! I make it my daily mission to respond first!
Moving on. What's up with all these pictures people post on FB of themselves making the same facial expression? Why? I'm guilty of clogging up the newsfeed with pictures of my kid, I know. But in my defense, she's cute. And does new things everyday! The only new thing I see in your pictures is what looks like your eyes popping out of their sockets. Again, why?
Why so much profanity on Facebook? I feel like I should have to click on the, I'm-older-than-18-button, each time I log in. Hasn't anyone told you potential job seekers look you up on social networking sites? I think the FB reputation is catching down with myspace. Or however you want to look at it.
Ok, on to some personal rants...
We recently found out after 2 months of hard prayer time that Frank has been approved to reenlist and cross rate to a Navy Corpsman, no, that's not the morgue. It's basically like a nurse. They check vitals, sometimes do shots, that crap. Whatever. He's excited, I'm excited. I'm happy, he's happy. We're a bunch of happy, excited fools. Next.
Of course there have been some irritating opinions and questions. Alas, this is for you... First with the naysayers. Like if you think my husband is 1. Dumb for joining the military, and serving our country and protecting YOUR lousy freedom. I have little to say, you should be embarrassed for yourself for those comments. B. If you think life is sooooo much better on the outside and he shouldn't reenlist. Oh, have I some thoughts for you. First, do you pay our bills? Second, when would you like to start? Unless you somehow fit into our family dynamic, btw, you don't, then you don't have a say. Period. And Period. In case you aren't aware, when you have responsibilities, like kids, in this economy and job market, you don't give up medical insurance,
job security and benefits to go back to school. (And just so you know, he is taking college courses and working on his degree. And I'm damn proud of him! Excuse my French.) I know it's hard to believe we've somehow managed to make a plan without your input but we have. And finally, the possibility of a move. This is a touchy subject between us, we appreciate the unbiased opinion, and the listening ear, but other than that, please save it for another time. Please note that we will be spending the next several months on our knees praying for His will, we appreciate prayers for guidance.
What else. Hmmmm? Oh! Goody! I remembered the other big irritating thing of the month of May. On the 10th, Frank and I celebrated 2 years of wedded bliss. Well, we survived, close enough. So if you maybe thought, or said out loud, on our wedding day that we wouldn't last until Christmas, or thought we were making a mistake, or covering a mistake with a bigger mistake. I have nothing gracious to say to you, just a big, IN YOUR FACE! Yep, that's all I can say for us. But the glory is owed to God for the miracles He has worked in our lives, spiritually, and matrimonial. God's plan is bigger than us and He has brought us together for His perfect purpose.
In other news, Kay is finally home from Florida. We had a great week together but we missed that Monster like crazy! More soon about transitioning to the toddler bed. This is full night 1.
