Existence

Let's get this shakin....today, in Iraq was the "Day of Rage". You can read about it here, here, or here. Not to say those are the best of sources, take it as you will. It's all about the people wanting what they don't have, (isn't it always?!) which if I recall correctly, is jobs. In essence of course. I try not to get all caught up about politics, because (well, mainly) I don't find it all that interesting most of the time. I also try not to get too informed because if I start to form my own opinion on certain matters, it makes things...different. Plus, as I see it, there is no real way of finding out a lot of information. I will say, with most certainty, that all media is bias, so that makes it hard to come to my own conclusion. Either way, Day of Rage had everybody on high alert today. Still are. It's all very dramatic around here all the time. Keeping complacency from taking over, I suppose. Eh.

There have been two times in my life where I noticed that the good friends and the crappy friends separate themselves. The first one was moving from the party scene to the baby scene. Once I got preggo and I couldn't go out partying and all that, I noticed a lot of "friends" that ceased to exist. Or ceased to recognize my existence, however that works...Don't get me wrong, that was a blessing in disguise. Who wants their kid to be around a bunch of sketchy, flaky people anyway. This is the second time, my deployment. I don't expect everybody to send packages, or whatever. I know that people have busy schedules, but with this technology, it's even easy to FAKE being a good friend. Some people are too ignorant for that. I realize that people have things going on, but when I've been away from home for 6 months, out of Idaho for 5 months, and out of the COUNTRY for 3 months and there are people asking me what I'm doing next weekend...wtf. Seriously? I guess it's nice of them to ask, but way to pay attention people. Whatever, that was my rant about that.

Let's talk about my son when I Skype or call. Apparently, there was some conversation between my mother and him at some point that he is now under the assumption that he has to come up with a certain number (which varies each day) of things to talk to me about when I call. It's usually four things. The other day he gets on the phone and this is how our conversation goes: Nick; "Hey Mama!" Me:"Hey, Handsome man, how are you?" Nick: a little giggle "I'm doing good. I have to tell you four things and then you can talk to Grandma, ok?" Me; "Ok, let's here it." Nick: "Well, the first thing is that I always miss you." Me: "Well, I always miss you too. I miss you so much it makes me want to scream" Nick: giggling "OH MAMA...you don't have to scream, that's silly. Ok, the second thing is that I love you the most." Me: "OH, no no NO, I love YOU the most"  Nick: "Ok, and the third thing is that I love to talk to you on the computer" Me: "I love seeing your cute little face on the computer too." Nick: "and the fourth thing is that you have beautiful hair" I don't know where he gets this stuff, but I love it.

I am far from perfect, this I know. I have made some stupid and some horrible decisions in my life, and I'm sure there are more to come, and I have some horrible crappy days where it feels like there isn't anything else that could go worse....but it doesn't matter.  Whatever happens, all I ever need to make me smile is that little guy. He's pretty much my favorite person in the whole entire world. He is the most accepting, loving, funny, adorable, awesome kid in the whole world. If there wasn't anything that I ever did right besides bring that boy into the world, then I will be fine with that. There are millions of people that he will meet in his lifetime, and they should be so lucky.