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/

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