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Things change. My husband's TDRL (Temporary Disabled Retirement List) season is coming to a close. It means our military (DoD) benefits will end, our retired i.d. cards will expire, and we'll be transformed into just another proud military family with a husband who served honorably (and there is NOTHING wrong with that)... with pride in what the military used to be. (I follow politics a little.) Tricare will cease (which means I better get a physical done before I can't!), we'll need to switch who we bank with (because we can't deposit or withdraw without a military i.d.), and USAA might or might not change for us. The one 'constant' we have is the VA disability, which is "for life." Thank God for that, too That's how we pay rent every month.

I do want to state that we won't be without medical insurance. My husband pays for some through his work. We will NOT be on Medicaid or ObamaCare. Screw that. I have never been and never ever will be an Obama supporter, and yes, I'll be vocal about it.

Truly, this is a good thing since the military deemed my husband fit enough not to prolong his retirement in the future. He's still 20% disabled on paper (and technically can serve with 20% disability). That's 20% down from an initial 60% right after his EAS. We ought to rejoice, right? Yes. But... I'm keeping my expired i.d. card. If you want it from me, you'll have to pry it from my hand. My husband said the same thing. Actually, his words were "Aw hell no! F- that!" (lol) Our soon to be expired cards contain great sentimental value and memories of years of pride and struggle, honor, integrity, dignity, etc. I could go on.

For the past month, we've had a friend staying with us. (No, nothing illegal is taking place.) She's been a huge blessing. I'm leaving the who, how, where, and why out of this blog. Her living here is noted for intrigue as well as a brief explanation for why I am so bloggishly sterile. I'm still plugging away with homeschooling our son who will be four in less than a month. I turned twenty-seven last week (and here I have just broken my 'a lady never reveals her age' rule). My husband has been working night shifts, and he's still being paid less than he's worth, but he doesn't complain. The wife does, which is sick because I'm not even materialistic. I just want my husband paid what he's worth. It's frustrating and I bite my lip a lot. God knows. In a couple of days, we are hoping to drive to see friends up north for Thanksgiving. Of course, that's all tentative and if my husband can't get this Friday covered, we're not going to be there for very long at all. Life has been quiet here, more or less. I started reading Hitler's Mein Kampf the other day. Interesting read. I'm still reading through the Old Testament, too. I made some new friends recently who encourage me greatly. I'm spending a lot of time staying true to femininity, I'm more and more repulsed by feminism and effeminate men than ever, and I'm staying completely away from the media except for things like YouTube clips and the unavoidable Yahoo! homepage. No desire for it. None at all.

I recall saying in past blog posts that I would be far more blunt in the future on here, but after thinking about it more, I desire to state that I make no promises to divulge information about my personal life that I wouldn't mind sharing with my biggest enemy. No matter how "cozy" I get with my blog here, I'm don't want to write as if I'm handing a house key to a creep who may or may not have every desire to rape my son while I'm in the shower. Sounds extreme, but when it comes to the web, I've learned I can never be too cautious. I don't live in fear. I'm just not being an idiot about what I post.

What a way to end a post, right? Oh well. I want to write so much more, but not to the wrong audience. That said, carry on! :)