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Okay.....I really try to not make my blog political because I don't want to lose people over my political beliefs, but this is something that I went through and I want to share, all and any feedback is welcomed.
I can see why my Daddy's blood pressure is SO high. Its because he watches the news. Yesterday while I was on the treadmill I was watching the news. A guy named Imam was being interviewed. WOW.....JUST WOW.....that psycho believes that the whole world should be governed Sharia Law, which is the sacred law of Islam, but he believes in the radical version where all women should wear burqa's etc. I found myself running harder and harder because of how boiling mad I was that any man believes the government and religion should have that much control over people.
Side Note: I am a very open person, I like all kinds of people and I am fascinated by other cultures and religions. Down here at Fort Rucker, there are students learning to fly from all over the world. This morning when I left for the gym, a man from Saudi Arabia (I know this because I pay close attention to the difference in Uniforms) came out of his room across the street. I swear on my mother's life, he watched me get into my TANK so stalker like I almost ran back inside and told LEGS about it. I had a VERY serious case of the heepy jeepies......
Later on I asked LEGS what the deal was. He said (based on his multiple deployments to this part of the world) that most these men do not see women very often growing up because they are covered from head to toe. (Okay now I know what you are thinking, No I did not have some cut fitness outfit on, I am a boxer I wear nasty sweats and a hoodie to the gym.) So what happens is they don't know how to act appropriately when they see women in the States. Fair Enough.
Now I am not sure what I think. Part of me is sad that these men are probably experiencing so much disdain and discomfort based on their obvious 'culture shock.' And then I start to wonder are they just so lusty in nature that they need that kind of barrier (the Burqa)? Just some things that are rolling around in my head.
Karmella went to the VET yesterday to complete all the necessary paperwork for her to travel with us to NEVER NEVER LAND. I thought for sure she would resist going in there because the last time she came toe to toe with a REALLY BIG needle and the needle won.
I must admit the Vet is a distinguished older man, with good looks, and southern charm. Secretly I think that she knows we both enjoy these visits. Today I am not so sure she was that enchanted with the VET, he sucker punched her up the butt with a thermometer, it was a very embarrassing moment for poor little Karmella. My embarrassing moment came when I handed over a thank you note with the name Dr. Cartwright on it, turns out the VETS name is Dr. Carter.
After that we went and put a hold on our mail at the post office until we get our new address set up. So its probably a good time to announce to all of you that you should stop sending ALL THAT FAN MAIL, because I don't need the little hick post office getting overwhelmed with how much I get.
I called all the utility companies: Water, Waste, Electric, Internet and broke up with them.
Then we went and got out tickets. Because we are shipping the TANK, we need to drive to Atlanta on Monday to do that and fly out on Tuesday night. By Wednesday next week ARMS, LEGS and Karmella will have run away to NEVER NEVER LAND!
I picked up that Jewelry that LEGS had worked on for me today. Its a white sapphire that my Grams on my Dad's side had. I was able to get my hands on the initial wedding band and engagement setting my Daddy had first purchased for The Mommy. I had the white sapphire put into that setting and had it sized to fit. When I wear it I will remember there was a time when two people had fallen in love, they brought 4 daughters into the world, and that relationships are fragile so I must always work and care for my marriage.
Tonight we are having a Farewell get together at a local Oyster Bar, I am very excited about having Patron and Oysters and also celebrating new beginnings with NEW BEST FRIENDS!
Random Thoughts & Stories:
Have you ever had this experience: You see somebody you think you recognize but you know it could not possibly be the person that you know. But the person that you know royally screwed you so the person that looks like that person you know, you want to curb stomp?
Yesterday we were in the hotel room. LEGS asked me if I farted. When he asked me I honestly couldn't remember if I did or didn't. Later on in the evening we were in the TANK and I did fart. He asked me if I farted again, this time I admitted it. He said: 'I knew it! You farted earlier today in the room too because they smell the same!' I wasn't sure what response he wanted for me so I just gave him points for being a regular Sherlock Holmes.
LEGS said:' I am so happy to be married to you Tiffany Coussens.'
ARMS:' What has gotten into you?'
LEGS:' I don't know.....but I will probably be mean to you in 30 seconds so just suck it up.'
ARMS: In my mind 'Whaaa?'
Over & Out,
Just another day in life of an unlikely military wife....**
So after reading what you had to say about the Saudi Arabian man, (which, by the way, I understand what you're saying), I felt it necessary to throw this out there. While some religions may be more extreme in there views on women, various religions have oppressed women for centuries, and this isn't so foreign to the United States. In the US during the 1800's women wore petticoats - really petticoats, who the heck wants to wear those, I can't even stand wearing nylons! and they weren't allowed to vote and were considered the property of their husbands. Women were also forced in to basically slave labor in factories (many in textiles) where they worked 12 hour days and were paid pennies on the dollar compared to men and they barely had any breaks. I could go on further, but I think you get the idea. Every nation has its internal battle to fight, and we too have fought very similar battles. We can only hope that those who are oppressed will have movements (much like our various feminist movements) that will help shape their societies in a more humanitarian way, and that we (the US) will continue to strive for equal rights and equal opportunities for all, as we set an example for the rest to follow.
ReplyDeleteI absolutely love what you did with the ring! What a fabulous story with solid advice. I can't believe how much work marriage is and how instrinsically rewording as well
ReplyDelete@ Jena, of course I understand and have considered what you have said, I am sure you know that I was merely documenting the differences and of course telling it in my own perspective, I have received a lot of feedback on this blog, which has made me think I may have come off wrong to people.
ReplyDelete@ Kelly- I love the quote marriage is like a casserole, only the people that make it know what goes into it.
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