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!!!!

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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)