The Day After

A Constant Reader writes:

Well, hormones have me raging today. From watching the brutality of nature on planet earth on one tv, to watching what seems to be non-stop images of starving, emaciated children on the other tv, and then my children who are handed EVERYTHING don't have one ounce of gumption, motivation or personal responsibility, I'm pretty much pissed off at the universe today. And, plus--I have cramps. GRR.

I triple double dare Millie!!!!!!!

Ok, I just don't do pie crust.  But there, in the blog, was a recipe for pumpkin pie that sounds WONDERFUL.

So I dare you, share your recipe for pie crust.  You make a good one, sister, and mine usually taste like pffsst.

Kings of the Remote

RC envy!  I finally had to buy my own VCR etc to enjoy girly stuff.  All we seemed to watch when the kids were growing up is Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Monster Trucks, Star Wars, Indiana Jones and the like.  If I wanted to see something that appealed to my intellect, I had to do it in private.

Just when did "Anne of Green Gables" become contraband?

King of the Remote

I would never, have never, just turned on a movie or show without asking first if you want to watch it. Certain movies, that I know you'll hate, I wouldn't even bother to ask. Those, I DVR, and then never watch because I don't EVER get to just watch whatever suits me. I cater to the collective, even if it's just you and me.

So yeah, I think it's totally rude, when one minute you ask what I want to do tonight and the next you turn on a movie that you know I have no interest in. Even when you leave the room and the movie is paused for an extended time, and I ask, "Are you planning to watch this movie?" you don't get the hint. Even when I remove myself from the room and go watch in the bedroom (where there is no DVR to watch the movies I like) you don't get the hint.

And by the way...96% of the movies you want to watch I will hate. But you could at least act like you care. You could say, hey, I want to watch this, do you? It's about blah blah... but no. Just take it all over why don'tcha!

GRRRRR

I HATE that woman.

My children's birth "mother" gave them up but she won't GO AWAY. Every time they start to feel secure and form attachments to me she shows up again. Now she "is sorry" and "wants to have a better relationship with them" - sounds good, right? But it's just another name for her playing dress-up with the girl, telling the boy he's useless and then dropping them AGAIN when she gets bored.

I want to fight for my kids but how can I against their "mother?" I hate that woman and I hate who she has made me become.

Laundry, cleaning and bill paying.

Don't ever assume that once your kids are grown, your work is finished!  We went sailing for 6 days and I have 3 weeks of laundry to do.  Go figure.  And then I have to clean all the baby dust bunnies the adult dust bunnies created in my absence, then I have to pay the bills, weed the garden, etc.

It's a good thing when a person actually enjoys running a house cuz the work isn't done anytime soon!

Hello, Autumn

Well, it's only September 8th, but it's fall on Whidbey Island.  John and I are going for our last sailing trip over the weekend, after which we'll winterize the boat and feel sorry for ourselves.  Not a rant, just a "poor pitiful me" observation!

No bitchin here, we go on our last sailing excursion tomorrow.  The seasons hath changed.

No rant here - Peter's home, back in Tucson!!!!!!!!

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ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!


I pity the poor dude who pisses off Mollie today.  Smart folks will walk a wide circle around me.  I'm considering naming a hurricane after myself and calling it HURRICANE BITCH.  For more details, click the cowgirl.

Addendum:

My ampyra arrived this morning via overnight mail.  To bad I had to ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sing It, Sister.

What the HELL.

If you SAY you're going to do the dishes... DO THEM ALL. Don't leave the flippin' pots for me to do the next day. And if you DO, at LEAST be considerate enough to pretend you couldn't wash them because they needed to SOAK. Don't leave the mashed potatoes hardening over night. That's just plain INCONSIDERATE.

And while I'm at it: CHILD OF MINE! Go potty ALL AT ONCE. Don't keep coming to me every FIVE FLIPPIN' MINUTES to tell me you need to potty, we do the whole song and dance.. and YOU DO NOTHING. I know you're only two, and this is a step toward being potty trained, but DAMNIT ALL, that is STUPID FRUSTRATING and I feel like SCREAMING.

Frustrated Wife n Mom

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MILLIE!!!!!!!

Well, from one old cowgirl to another, keep on riding those fences!

Mother Nature Has a Sense of Humor

Don't you just love it that your boobs and buns start sagging just when the baby factory shuts down?  This is one reason I don't plan on cosmetic surgery - if I were to have something "lifted"  I'd end up knocked up for sure.  Once again, it's not nice to fool Mother Nature - she's a bitch for revenge!

Come ON, Ma Nature!!!

If I'm not going to have any more babies, can I just stop menstruating NOW, please?  The glamour is long gone and I would gladly trade the cessation of this whole painful, bloody mess for a few more wrinkles!!!

Random whine #72

Finally got my rx for amperya, the new ms drug that's supposed to help you walk further, etc.  Started it Monday evening and so far, nuttin but chills.  Sigh.  I'll give it two months to see if I have any improvement, but for now, I hate the achy shakes.

Up to my eyeballs in laundry!

Well, the constant in my life, laundry, is back to haunt me.  I have 9 days of underwear, towels, capri pants and jeans to keep my washing machine agitating into the next millennium.  But if I got another 9 days sailing and reading and eating and gabbing with my hubby, I'd do it all over again!

Bad Wife. No doughnut.

I get so frustrated with myself, sometimes.  Even though I know my husband and kids need my support the most when they are acting like they deserve it the least, I wrap myself around my own perceived injustices and withhold from them the loving boosts they need.  I then have the gall to wonder why they're not "snapping out of it."

I need an alarm clock or something to remind me every minute of every day that I am the one who sets the mood in my house; the Mom is the difference between sunshine and rain.

Martyr Complex

I know it's their summer vacation.  I know he's got the day off.  But could someone tell me, PLEASE, when I get a vacation or even a day off?????  I'm so sick of having to ask them to help - almost as sick as I am of doing everything myself.

AAAAGGGHHHHHHHH!

Waiting for the Ferry

Never buy ice cream before you check out the ferry lines.  John went over to the dark side today and did a little grocery shopping.  He impulsively bought ice cream, knowing that best case scenario he'd be home no  sooner than an hour (it's Friday and summer and all that).

He had to wait in a LONG line to finally board a ferry.  Note to all - buy your ice cream after you are off the ferry!

CVS-Caremark Rant

Just spent another 1.5 hours on the phone with CVS Caremark, my neurologist's office, Group health, etc. trying to get my Rx for Amperya filled.  Add that to the approximately 10 hours I've already spent doing this same thing and you'll know why I'm pulling my hair out.

Today, Caremark told me that they needed the following to fill my prescription

1: The pharmacy PCN
2: The Rx group #
3: The PBM
4: The Rx bin number

How in Holy Heck would I know this information.  Supposedly, Caremark has contracted with Group Health to fill these prescriptions, so they must have some sort of ability to communicate with each other directly without involving the patient.

Obama Health Care won't be here soon enough.  We have such idiots running places like CVS-Caremark!

Oh Dear

Well, I'm laughing my fool head off.  Went outside to check the garden and there were two deer calmly eating my plums.   I tried to shoo them away, but they weren't having any of it.  So I picked up a rock to toss at them, and the bigger deer daintily tripped over to me to take it from my hand  She probably thought it was  downed plum.

I GIVE UP!!!!!!!!

Random Rant

Why do I go all limp and lazy when it's hot?????  I know part of it is MS, and have hung up my weeding tools for a while, but jeez, even with the AC on and all the iced tea in the world, I can't make myself clean the fridge.  HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Random Rant

WHY IS GETTING DRUGS SO HARD?????

Sorry to suck you into my vortex, but a new drug was approved by the FDA for people with MS.  It's ampyera (spelling?).  My primary insurance carrier told me they would cover it, and my secondary carrier will pick up the co-pay.

This drug does not qualify for the usual benefit, it is a 'formulary' drug, so my co-pay will be approximately $60.00.  I'm cool with that if it works, I'll pay the co-pay and file a claim with my secondary insurance carrier.

This drug is supposed to help with walking, etc.  Since I garden avidly, and ALL my medical providers say "WALK MORE" I'm thinking I would do well to be on it.  But getting all the electronic paperwork seems to end up in a black hole.

I'm working with Caremark, the pharmacy that fills this particular drug for my primary carrier, Group Health.  It's been 4 weeks since I confirmed my coverage with Group Health and notified Caremark that it was ok to begin the process.  But nothing yet.

I wanna walk better.  In the universe of electronic confirmations, what's the prob???????

Bitch of the Day

Dear Little Brother:

You are a self-centered, condescending, know-nothing royal ass. I gave birth a week ago. You couldn't take two seconds out of your "busy" life to send me a congrats? Any sort of acknowledgement?? Yes, we all know your precious wife is well overdue to have your first child. I get it. She's been a royal bitch, too. I don't care how pregnant you are, you don't treat people that way, let alone your husband's family.

Little Brother, you are burning bridges that are not easily rebuilt. I don't know if SHE is putting it into your head to behave this way, or if you've come to be such a douche on your own. Either way, you're going to reap what you sow.

I love you, in spite of your ignorant, Assbutt self.

Big Sister

They say there are two constants in life, death and taxes.  May I add a third?

LAUNDRY

Well, gone for 4 days, and unpacking was crappy.  Although there are no towels or sheets, the underwear pile is screaming at me.  Once again, why do we have to wear clothes?????

Sympathy Pangs

Oh man, don'tcha hate it when a good friend is in labor and you don't know how it's going for her?

Good luck, Brianna - we're all pulling for you!

Gnash.

There are days - and this is one of them - when the Fates conspire against me, and things that usually take 5 minutes apiece will take hours and hours and hours.  These are the days - when the freelance writing won't flow, the laundry's backed up and the sweet peas are wilting - when I long for the time when my kids were toddlers.  All I had to do then to be wildly successful was to read Winnie the Pooh, sing a song and pass out a cookie all around - presto, I was Mary Poppins.

Sometimes I think that being a responsible adult is not all it's cracked up to be.

Daily Why-ne

Why does it rain when you need to weed?  Is God sending a message to take it easy??????

Daily Whine

Why does the laundry pile up when you're gone?   Hint:  for a real escape, go to a hotel, where they clean the rooms, make the beds, wash the linens, put away the food, prepare the meals, do the dishes, etc.

Throne Moan

I will bake a batch of cookies for the genius who discovers what the link is between my seat and any other seat in the house.  I have 6 kids but when I need help or desire company at any given moment I might as well be in the middle of the Sahara Desert.  Let my behind touch the toilet seat, though, and they're coming out of the woodwork with problems, questions and commentary and who's the only one who'll do?  Mom.

Doesn't have to be the toilet, either.  Say I retreat to the recliner with a book after a long, busy day.  I'm beat, I've been looking forward to reading this book, and the coast is clear - everybody's needs have been met and I can relax with a clear conscience.  As soon as my butt hits that chair it completes some mysterious circuit that drops kids out of the ceiling at me like ping-pong balls on Captain Kangaroo.

And will someone please explain to me why my gentle, brilliant husband will bide his time all day and then decide that 2 a.m. is the perfect time to talk??

Seriously Bugged

I am pretty well organized so I keep an "essentials" bag in the back of the minivan at all times.  It contains a first-aid kit, sunscreen, bug spray, a box of assorted OTC medications, etc., etc.  We took the kids to the river this year for the first time and . . . well, to quote Jack, "Mom, I think somebody switched this "Off" for some "On."  This is a particularly bad mosquito year where we live, we had a swarm INSIDE THE VAN, and we all got covered with welts - particularly poor Jack, who looks like a naked Klingon from the back now with all the ridges.

I guess this is actually two bitches: One, why don't they freaking put an expiration date on things like bug spray?  And two, why was I such a moron that I didn't CHECK for expiration dates before summer hit?  Now we're all going to get malaria and sleeping-sickness and it will be ALL MY FAULT.

Daily Whine

Why do we have to get dressed for the day?    

Head Bangers

Ok, I'm a head banger.  I LOVE my husband, but that doesn't elevate either of us to perfection.  We will have been married 33 years this coming July, and there are still mysteries in our marriage that I just don't get.

This is a man who built a 4000 square foot house to accommodate my MS and for that alone he will be immediately transported to heaven upon taking his last breath.  But why can't he put his own dishes in the dishwasher?  It has taken him 33 years to get his detritus somewhere in the vicinity of the kitchen, and sometimes he even makes it into the sink, but INTO THE DW, not yet.

You know you're a head banger when you spend the am rounding up dishes from different crime scenes and put 'em in the dishwasher yourself.  You do it for your over-all life, the "GREATER GOOD."  But when all is said and done, when the dishwasher is rumbling into sterility, you bang your head against the wall and promise yourself you'll get him to load his own (and I'm not talking about ammo!).

Anonymous writes:

You know what just PISSES me off? I've got an awesome husband who just can't be bothered to get the shit *I* want done, DONE. Because I've "gotten on to him" once again today, he says that this has "become a source of contention and we need to just hire someone to get it done."
Bullshit. That's not the answer. The answer is to CARE that this is important to me and get off your ass to get it done.

Millie says:

Sing it, Sister. You know what I hate most about that? It puts YOU in the position of feeling like the scolding overbearing mother of yet ANOTHER whiny child - when what you WANT is to have a damned PARTNER in this business of keeping house.

They back you into the Bad Nagging Wife corner so you'll retire to lick your wounds and THEY can go back to sitting on the couch, eating Doritos and playing that stupid video game.

I would not be surprised (and I am not advocating this, just observing) if that EXACT behavior was at the root of most divorces.

I think we need to come up with a drink - or maybe a dipped chocolate - called a Bitchin' Post.

THE DAILY WHINE

We are back up after 24 hours of being held hostage by those blinkin Swedish pirates!


More later, and thanks to TGCG (The Google Coast Guard) for their brilliant defense during our time of captivity.

Daily Whine

Mollie writes:

OK, it's official, somebody spammed our blog and I'm pissed!!!!!!  Am waiting to hear from Google if it can be restored, but until then, "The Bitchin' Post" is our only resource.


Thfffffffffffffft!

Millie writes:

As of 6:30 p.m. Saturday our e-mail was restored but "Ask Millie and Mollie" is still down. Lance says it looks like a lot of blogs have been infected in the last couple of days and (since it's the holiday weekend) it will probably be a couple MORE days until they're restored.

The best we can tell the blog was hijacked by a spam robot from a Swedish porn site, and Lance (who hates for me to do ANYTHING "fun" on the computer precisely because it makes it vulnerable to things like this) thinks it might have originated in the page-counter widget I added last week. >.<

Well, when it's restored I'll get in and poke around and see. Until then - bitch along with me, won't you? And have a Fabulous Fourth!

Daily Whine

Ok, it's Thursday, July 1 and it's RAINING!!!!  Need I say more?  My son and his wife, Joy, are on their way up for the 4th and there's wet stuff everywhere.

The house is clean (sorta) so that's in the plus column, but I HATE RAIN WHEN I HAVE OTHER PLANS.  I'm so glad we are discouraging children from The Bitchin' Post.  Who needs 'em to find out how immature we so-called adults really are!!!!!!!!!!

Anonymous writes:

You know what I'm sick of?  I'm sick of "being the grown-up."  My DH has an Ex and she is the biggest child-abusing bitch since Snow White's Evil Queen, but she always gets away with her BS because "we have to be the bigger people."

I love his kids with my whole heart and I'M the one who buys their clothes, dries their tears and makes them do their homework.  They live with us full time and I am their mom in every way but one - the one that counts, apparently.  It doesn't matter what plans we've made with them, if she takes it into her head to show up unannounced (she doesn't live in town) we let the kids go with her because they don't see her very often.

I know we're doing the right thing.  I know it's what's good for the kids that matters, not what we want.  But I don't have to like it, okay?  In fact it sucks!!!!

Other Blogs

Here's a great one!

http://shitmykidsruined.tumblr.com/

Try not to laugh too hard!

My Daily Post

OK, today I'm bitchin about zits.  Just when I think it's safe to believe I've grown up, I get some sort of big ole honker on my face.  I can have grey hairs growing out of moles on my face, but those zits . . .

AND I've got cold sores!!!!!  Anyone else get cold sores??????   Seems like I go outside to weed and the next thing you know, my lip is erupting.  AND they hurt.

AND my foot hurts.  Gotta weed today, so I won't wear shoes, just really good socks.

NOTE TO NIKE:  May I please have some gardening socks?  I'll take argyle or paisley.  They have to have enough tension in them to help me fight foot swelling, and a durable sole for stepping on bees.  Kinda like those ugly slipper/socks we got as kids that let us sleep in our slippers.  You can name them after me, Bitchin' Mollies!

Anonymous said:

I hate how thankless motherhood is.  Sure, there are a few Hallmark "gee, thanks, Mommy!" moments, but mostly it's drudgery, arguments and mess.  I don't get paid.  I don't get praised.  I don't even get credit, most of the time.  There are no performance reviews and the only time my mothering is talked about at all is when somebody (usually a teenager) is criticizing it.

I love my kids and I love my husband and I'd choose this life all over again (only with a lot more money and a really good babysitter).  But I hate knowing that they could hire somebody to do the physical stuff I do, and if nobody did the mental and emotional stuff I do not a person in the world would notice the difference.

Hey!

I love having a Bitchin Post.  Right now, I'm gonna whine about being 57, chubby, MS' impaled, and just generally OLD.  I used to get a tummy thing and get over it in no time.  Now, there is no such thing as "a little tummy upset" and it takes a full 24 hours to feel 'normal' - whatever that is!?

I'm lucky to have a husband to bring me chicken soup and 7-up, a dog to lick my face, and a friend to come by and visit, therefore forcing me to get up and get dressed.

But, jeez, you'd think I was pregnant?????!!!!! (NOOOOOOOOOO)

Anonymous said:

My husband, who is WONDERFUL as far as husbands and fathers go..(I could list his good attributes for a page or so) but my word! the guy has bad breath ALL.THE.TIME!! He wants me to tell him, but he always looks hurt when I do (no matter how gently I hint). Often he can't help it, it's due to his sinuses and it's his nasal exhalations that are rotten. It's a big reason why I don't want to kiss/snuggle/have sex as much as he wants. Also, he knows he is overweight, and under duress I admitted that if he lost a few lbs I might be more hot for him, (again, as gently as possible) and yet, he's just gotten bigger! Why does he expect me to want to jump his bones???!!!

Creative Spirit said:

So, how do we post on this thing? :P

Lady Jane said:

I hope this site becomes a great place for people to vent and heal when they need to. And let me be the first to "bitch." So, I took Amanda for her annual birthday strawberry picking, and let me just say that too many strawberries is not good for the tummy! Good luck with this site you guys, it is just what many people need!!

Why we need the Bitchin' Post

Mollie and I have been pretty lucky in our lives, and we know it.  So far we haven't come across any calamity we can't handle with grace, quick thinking and the love of our super-hero spouses.  But - and as anyone who's hiked behind me can attest, that's a big but - we can't handle anything without the support of our friends.

We all have times in our lives when we need a little extra boost but we can't get it from the people around us.  Maybe we're going through an awful divorce and can't vent about the Ex in front of the kids; maybe we have a very ill child and we can't express our fears without making it worse for the rest of the family; maybe the adoption is dragging, or the grey hairs now outnumber the blonde, or we haven't had sex in six months.

We hope the Bitchin' Post can be your loving, supportive, funny, kick-in-the-pants virtual table full of girlfriends with a cup of tea, a dessert plate and a fork apiece.  Bear with us as the site evolves in whichever way you choose to take it - we'll try to keep up.

Tell us what's on your mind that you can't vent about in public.  And . . . pass the cheesecake.