Updating the Blog

Oh, I am so very excited. I started playing around with the design of the blog last night and was able to add links to some of my fan fictions over at ff.net. I am slowly figuring things out. I was wondering how I was going to post the fictions, but now, instead of wasting space posting them in the actual blog content, I'll do it the other way. Of course, I had to show it all off to the hubby and first thing he did was try to read my posts. I had to nip that in the bud, since this is first and foremost my ranting page. And I definitely reserve the right to rant about him in future and I would like to do so without any form of retribution that we, as a middling long married couple have developed. Now, I'm off to see if I can find my brother's blog!

Stupid site

Well, of course there is more to complain about with that damn site. I log in and there is absolutely nothing. Oh, I  can edit my account information, but everything else has just disappeared. I guess I can't complain too much, as it made for a restful day of not having to click on something every two seconds. Just ticks me off, because I was in the middle of chatting with a friend when it happened. Oh well, at least I got some other stuff done today.

Letters of Regret

I was recently asked by a friend if I could write a letter of recommendation and opinion to be used in a custody trial that is coming up soon. I kind of knew this was coming in the general sense and I have thought occasionally on it. Things happened recently that aren't my place to divulge, but once the ball started rolling, it went fast. So when the official request came through, I jumped right on the bandwagon. I started burn up paper as I wrote about all the wrongs of said friends ex-spouse. That isn't to say I didn't have a few things to say about my friend as well and I tried to make it not so much a letter of sainthood recommendation but a balanced perspective.

But it wasn't. Of course not, it was just the first draft.

So I edited. I took out all the things that I really only knew about second and third hand. The letter was still about forty pages typed. Yeah, a lot to say about that relationship. So I did the sensible thing and I left it alone for a few days. Again. Then I went back and I realized, in the course of the relationship, with them living on the other coast, I never got a chance to actually see the one parent interact with the child. So there went all that. In the end, everything I was writing about, wasn't even about the kid in question.

And so the letter was not sent. Until today.

Because I am finally (wo-)manning up and putting on my big girl britches and realizing that yes, this situation has brought up a lot of anger and bad memories for me, even on the outskirts of the situation, as I was. There were things that happened in my life that i had to deal with, that were similar to this case and I had to deal with it all before I could move past myself and realize that I truly do want, what is in the best interest of the child in question. Of course, that would have been for Mom and Dad to remain happily married and dedicated to the family, but that didn't happen. Next best would to be to have an amicable relationship geared towards the best interests of said child without personal feelings and prejudices coming into play. Never going to happen it seems. Not a perfect world. So, going by how the kid reacts to one parents name, I'm going with my friend.

I just really hope that the judge overseeing this whole thing listens fairly, without bias and puts the kid first. With what I know of the justice system these days, I'm really going to be praying hard. And that's not something I do as a habit.

The Gender War

I ain't gonna say much about it, other than it really wears on my nerves. It isn't the whole thing of men versus women. That's always going to happen, because as a rule, I find every single person on this earth to be self-centered in some way or at least self serving on some level. And before people start throwing names like Mother Teresa and Ghandi and shit like that, well guess what, they weren't miserable when they were serving others, were they?

No, what's sort of pissed me off today is that one of my kids friends on fb has decided that he just absolutely had to crack the new breast cancer awareness code meme making it's way around the site. I think the idea of this little trivia thing is fun, if it brings awareness to something we're all painfully aware of already, then yay, more power to it. But when did it become about confusing the men in the world? It was amusing the first go around, and it wasn't only men that were confused. Until it was explained to us by post or another woman, there were plenty of confusion about these posts naming your bra color.

But news flash people! It's a biggie and I am not sure if some of you are aware, but ~deep breath~ here it comes:

Breast cancer affects men too.

GASP.

And I'm not implying in a oh yes, men must watch as women suffer and die. I am saying that men can get cancer of the breast as well. They have breasts, some more impressive (in size, not attraction level here) than women. And since their breasts are composed of tissue, muscle and blood as well, then yeah, it's a cancer target site.

So in this thing that affects the world over, men and women, in contracting the illness, in death and in having to watch a loved one suffer, why are we pitting ourselves against each other for the attention.

Is this kid so friggin' immature (I guess that kind of goes without saying), but for all men out there wanting to be douches about this, don't be immature. Let this one go because it's important for you too. And women, don't be so fucking smug if the man in your life can't or won't figure it out. It's not like it's friggin' rocket science. Ever consider that they're playing along because they know exactly what it's about and there are some men who believe in and support this whole meme thing? I know mine does.