If It's Too Good To Be True...

*UPDATE*(See bottom of post)*

My 16 year old son just recently became interested airsoft guns and has a group of friends that want to have airsoft wars where they go out and hunt each other down. I don't exactly find this intriguing or safe but I realize I can not protect my baby forever (the BBs are plastic, I hope). So, a couple of weeks ago my son asked me to go online and order a Ghillie Suit and a Ghillie Gun Wrap for him. He gave me his brand new debit card (he is proud of that card) and I began my online journey, trying to find him the best deal. Let me say, I was clueless at first, what was a Ghillie Suit? A Ghillie Gun Wrap?

Comfort Levels of Service

We have about 5 inches of snow!  I have been up talking to people, trying to get her dad to the Fayetteville, AR VA. Trying to get someone to do something out of there normal routine is like pulling teeth. An example of this on a small scale, Wendy's in Shreveport, I actually have to go in to get our family's to-go-order instead of the drive through to make sure they do it right. It is a good thing I did, I told them that I wanted some of the burgers without a bun because Tricia will get very sick if she even looks at wheat wrong (she has Celiac Disease). So, I am watching them make the food and the lady forgets about the bun, another girl says hey no bun so the other girl takes the buns off and tries to give them to me, this is after I have already explained the problem. I got no apologies for almost making my wife sick, but I did get a go to hell look and a bunch of under-the-breath talking that I can still hear. Then they give me crappy looks as I receive our food. The worst part is that there is only one Wendy's, we could find, in the area and a very limited selection of food for Tricia to eat, therefore I had to return to the same people multiple times.

Now on a much larger scale, I am trying to get people with some of the same views to move out of their comfort zone to help a man return to a good standard of life instead of death.

A Parent's Living Will, I Had No Idea...

*Revised* If only I had known.....Almost three weeks ago my dad, who is 58 (at the time of this writing), called and excitedly said, "My Little Girl (his name for me), you'll be proud of me, I finally did what you have been telling me to do, I made a Living Will" (See end for details and information). That was pretty good news since most people never take the time, or they just don't want to think about things like that. Nonetheless, he was very proud of himself, as was I, for finally accomplishing this task. He frequently spoke about what I was to do in the event "something were to happen" to him; each time I explained the need for him to put it in writing so I would have more of a legal obligation to follow his orders, rather than going with my personal wishes to keep him around. To make sure I understood exactly what he wanted he went over it with me word for word. I received many in depth examples of, if he can't be just the way he is now then not to try to save his life. He did not want to live if was unable to go fishing or think for himself, or if all he was capable of doing was drooling, etc.,. I told him I understood exactly what he wanted and I would do what he wanted me to do. I had no idea that two days later I would receive a phone call from his best friend telling me my daddy had a major stroke and he was not expected to make it through the afternoon.