This post I wrote received a comment (anonymously of course)from someone who felt I was gearing my posts toward military wives and men being deployed and leaving out military husbands and women who are deployed. I of course do not intend to offend people by what I write but guess what people...I am a woman and my husband is a man. I write about my feelings and things I read and see. If you are a military woman or the husband of a military woman, why can you not just insert the proper pronouns to suit your situation. If I was Jewish and wrote all about my Jewish holidays would you Catholics all get your rosaries in a knot? No, I think not. Why does everything have to be geared to everyone. I feel for the men who stay at home as much as I do for the women...I am however a woman and I am writing things from MY perspective. If you are offended by that, maybe you need to look within yourself and see why you are so sensitive to a blog that is one of how many million. Please give a little thought to the fact that we used to have firemen who were women and policemen who were women. Now we must have names for each gender....just because I say woman doesn't mean I am leaving out men, just like a Fireman used to be able to be a woman but now ridiculously, we must have a whole new word....Fireperson.
We have one more week of school here, yet my children have already disconnected the brain switch. I hate to tell them but we will home school throughout the summer. Luckily for them we can get our work done in less then two hours with only three kids and of course the fact that I sneak projects in throughout our everyday activities. Ethan decided he is exempt from the school dress ode because school is almost out and the daughter has jumped on that band wagon. I decided to let it slide. I figure a cute little t-shirt isn't going to ruin any one's grades, they were all turned in on the 24Th, so we will see if I get a call from the school. So today's little golden nugget of delight is brought to you by Ethan. Mom:Ethan, quit messing with your business. Go to your room if you want to do that. Ethan: I am not messing with it, it hurts. It feels like I am going to bleed when I pee. Mom: Oh honey, I am sorry but you will have to go to your Dad. He is in charge of penises. I handl...
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