If You Can't Say Something Nice...

So this morning I'm surfing through the blogosphere and come across a milspouse blog I normally read. In the post, the blogger expressed some feelings of disappointment about her current situation, and reading through the comments I was shocked.  Fellow military bloggers were being downright rude about the fact she voiced her opinions and disappointment over her own personal situation.

First of all, the military and the various situations that we encounter in it as spouses, are not a pissing contest. I don't care what someone says, you do not start complaining about your own situation and how the person who's blog you are commenting on, has it so much better than you. That's rude and not necessary at all.

Secondly, I realize there are times when we don't agree with what a blogger has to say. I know there are at least a few times a week where I read a blog and think how ridiculous the blog post is or how aggravated it makes me. Instead of telling the blogger how stupid I think their opinion is or how mad their post makes me feel, I do one of two things.

1. I go and complain to one of my good friends about how ridiculous the blog was
2. I let it go and don't comment on the blog

If you don't agree with someone, you don't have to be rude and tell them to suck it up or how they shouldn't be complaining. It's their blog, they have every right to complain or say whatever they want. If you don't like it, then don't read it. It's that simple. Please don't take this as to mean I think you should never leave a comment disagreeing with someone. However, when it has to do with someone's personal situation and they are venting, I don't think rude or unhelpful comments are necessary.

What especially bothers me is that I think military spouses should be a little more supportive and understanding when a fellow mil-spouse is having a bad day or is bothered by something. Remember that when your time comes to be upset, you would want someone to be nice and supportive to you. Not people telling you to suck it up.

Are We Going to Have to Throw Down?

Ok, let me just preface this story by saying that I'm not usually a confrontational person, but in the gym today I seriously wanted to throw down with a 70 year old lady.

So..I was in the women's lockeroom. I'd already taken my shower and done my make-up, I just had my hair left to do. As I'm drying my hair, this old lady comes out of either the shower or sauna and sits on the bench behind me. She proceeds to watch me blow-dry my hair for about ten minutes, gets up and disappears for about 10 more minutes. By the time she gets back I'm straightening my hair. She sits back down on the bench right behind me and starts staring at me doing my hair yet again. Can I just add that the whole rest of the bench she's sitting on is empty? Why she chose to sit right behind me I have no idea. As I'm spraying my hair and then straightening it she keeps shaking her head and acting like she's annoyed.

I have no idea what her issue was, but after 10 minutes of that I was ready to turn around and ask her what her problem was. I don't think it was that I was using the plug-ins, because there are at least 2 if not 3 other plug-ins in the lockeroom she could have used and in close proximity.

Did I forget to mention that the entire time this was going on she was sitting naked on the bench so I could see her saggy boobs and who-ha? ::shudders::

She does that again and we're throwing down!

Getting Things Done

I've accomplished a lot the last two days.

Yesterday I met two Bloggers. I had coffee with Dana and her adorable son Jericho and then later Becca stopped by the USO to say hello. I always love meeting fellow bloggers in person.

I ran by housing because they called Sean to tell him our landlord had changed his bank account and so we needed to have our bank update the info. Come to find out he sold our apartment to someone (which is legal) and I had to give the bank her info. I'm hoping she's a better landlady than he was. While I was there I told them we still don't have a stove hood and there is a water stain that has appeared in our kitchen. Sean and I lament the fact we chose this apartment, but our only option is to pay out of pocket to move and that's too expensive.

I went to the bank this morning. Bought fuel coupons for the car, filled the car up, stopped by the auto shop to ask if they would sell me a tire gauge tip as mine had fallen off (which they gave me for free) dropped off trash, worked out (45 minutes of free weights) bought groceries and made it home all before noon.

I also was very excited when I got on the scale today and saw the lowest weight since perhaps high school? Guess this running and free weights is doing some good.

Boomer and I just finished tanning and I think this evening will involve shrimp fettucine (low-cal of course) working on my college scrapbook, photo editing ( if time) and Forrest Gump.

Oh..and last night I almost punched a guy in the face. I dropped by the bar on-post to drop off a volunteer (and close friend's) laptop to him. I stayed for about 15 minutes talking to my friend and several other volunteers who all happen to be men. A guy walked up to me and asked if I'd play pool with him. I flashed my ring, told him I wasn't interested and continued talking to my friends. He walked back over, not once, but twice and the last time informed me that because I was with friends that meant I didn't love my husband very much. I finally told him to get out of my face before I called the MP's on him for harrassment. Seriously? I can't even stop by a place for 15 minutes to chat with friends? I really think that's none of your business.

Some people!

What are your weekend plans?

A Weekend of Adventures

Well...this weekend was certainly full of adventures...or rather perhaps misadventures, but I'll get to that in a minute.

Friday, as you know, we were moving into our apartment. Sean's team leader and his wife agreed to pick me up at our hotel and take me to our apartment. They said they would be there around noon. So, I'm ready, the bags are packed and I'm just waiting. Sean comes home from lunch. Noon comes, no call, no people. Fifteen minutes later I notice a car driving around outside. I ask Sean if I was supposed to meet them downstairs. He says no, they said they'd call. At that moment he calls and asks where I am.

So...Sean and I lug four suitcases, tons of bags and other assorted items downstairs. Does the guy offer to help? Nope. Not at all. And I made three trips back upstairs to get stuff!

Then...once we were on our way, he keeps mentioning how I was late and if I'd been down there at noon then they could have had time to eat at Burger King on the way. I apologized and said I looked down and saw them driving by like twice and had no idea that was them.

You know what he says?

"Twice? We drove by like twelve times."

Ok...hold up. I've never met you before, you've never met me. I wasn't aware of any plan of me being downstairs waiting. You have my husband's phone number that you didn't call for fifteen minutes. Then you want to freaking blame me for you having to eat Burger King a little bit later? Oh hell no!

I don't care who you are, you aren't rude to someone like that you've never met. Especially since I apologized. It's extremely rude to keep bringing up the fact you had to wait. Not to mention the fact you didn't even offer to help with any luggage.

To say I was miffed was an understatement. Although his wife was quite nice I can't say I was sorry to see them (especially him)leave.

Fast forward a few hours and Sean and I decide to order pizza. Ordering it was a hoot! I ordered one large pizza, half ham, half beef with mushrooms and fresh tomatoes over all. Know what I got? Two large pizzas, one half ham and half cheese (where that came from I have no idea) one half beef and half ham but with the toppings all on the beef side. The pizza was good though. The toppings were so fresh! I have to say it's one of the best pizzas I've ever had.

On to the next adventure! At around 9:00 that night I go over to our kitchen sink to fill up a water bottle. The flow starts and then tapers off...completely. I try again. No water. Out of any tap. It stays that way until about 10:00 the next morning. All day and night on Saturday the water stays on. Last night though it goes off again! This was the scene in the shower this morning.

I run the water before I get in. It starts slow and then goes full blast.

I hop in and start lathering up my hair. Midway the water turns off.

It slowly comes on and then goes off.

Finally I get enough water to rinse out the shampoo.

This cycle continues for the rest of my shower.

Needless to say, while I was at housing today I brought this up and they assured me they'd call the landlord and figure out what the problem is. Hopefully that gets cleared up soon.

My last adventure involved going to the gas office today to get it turned over into our name. Evidently we picked the wrong day to go, because it was market day in this particular city and there was no available space anywhere. We drove around for about 45 minutes all over with no hope of finding a space, so we are to go back Wednesday. My translator and I thought this city was awesome. There is the coolest walled little fortress and on Wednesday she told me to bring my camera and we'd take pictures. How cool is that?

Here's a sneak peak of what it looks like. (click on the link below)

Cittadella