Happy Veterans Day!

The readers Digest version: RantWoman HATES all those automated ways for one's social networking activities to generate messages about newborn baby animals needing to be fed and chunks of buried treasure needing tending. RantWoman HATES these things with a purple passion--EXCEPT when they come from Youngest Cousin. In Youngest Cousin's case such missives indicate that Youngest Cousin is alive and well enough to cause social networking applications to emit automated email. This would not automatically be assumed without these heartwarming and thoroughly aggravating reminders!

RantWoman apologizes for not getting her act together in time to post this on a more appropriate date. In any case, Youngest Cousin is not technically a veteran yet. She is presumably off in harm's way somewhere in parts likely not chatted of via social networking. Well, RantWoman might know more of what is going on if she actually interacted with social networking, but let us start with what we have.

RantWoman feels her heart skip a beat every time she visits Youngest Cousin's social networking page. Youngest Cousin's picture shows her in uniform, looking proud and erect. Her face looks so much like her father and our grandmother and a much younger RantMom that RantWoman's heart almost skips a beat every time she looks.

RantWoman wants both to express heartfelt best wishes for Youngest Cousin's safety, as well as that of Youngest Cousin's husband and stepdaughter, and to deal with RantWoman's own blistering views of whichever zone of harm's way Youngest Cousin has been deployed into. RantWoman really does not know any other way to do both than to celebrate electronic aggravation!