My husband finally admitted to his mom having an “itchy cunt” as he put it and expressed his disgust in her having made a mockery out of her marriage to his (deceased) father. They were married 41 years and the second that man died she acted so relieved. In fairness to her, he was very ill when he passed away HOWEVER, it isn’t like it was a long time. It was only a year and a half yet she acted like she was so put out and had it so bad off with him (which she didn’t).

I was shocked, yet pleased, that he expressed his disgust in her behavior. I began to think that I was the only one who was embarrassed and disgusted by her. Now I know I’m not it’s simply that he was raised to speak no evil about his parents but he is finally letting go and saying what he thinks.

It’s too bad he doesn’t tell her but she’s so clueless that it wouldn’t’ matter if he did. She just wouldn’t get it.

On Monday after my appointment with the neurosurgeon, I made him call her to tell her what I found out. She has called a couple times and seemed concerned (OMG) about it. He called her and told her some of what the doctor has said and before he was done telling her, she had changed the subject about how she’s been spending every night at her new man’s house and on and on about that.

I think that’s what finally gotten him to admit that her actions are deplorable when it comes to all these men she’s been screwing………FINALLY!

Well it’s a good thing I mentioned it already so I don’t have to do it again. I HATE FUCKING DOCTORS. I went to the neurosurgeon yesterday about my tumor. He was arrogant and offensive but that’s no surprise. Of course he immediately felt the need to tell me that my weight problem needs to be addressed and that it would be almost impossible to do surgery on the tumor in my EAR CANAL because of my weight. Yeah, I see how that could be difficult. NOT! He claimed that because I’d have to lay on my side it would be difficult. I said yeah well, I sleep on my side so there should be no problem. Of course he continued on.

At this point I am very disgusted and don’t know what to do. My “best” option according to him is radiation to make the tumor stop growing. No matter what they do whether it’s radiation or surgery, I’m not going to get rid of the ringing in my ear or get back the hearing I’ve already lost.

If I do nothing at all, the tumor will continue to grow though he assures me it is very slow growing I will continue to lose more and more of the hearing in that ear.

I’m just pissed off that I can’t go to a fucking doctor who doesn’t feel the necessity to preach to me about my weight. Yeah yeah yeah I know, it’s not healthy blah blah blah but the way they act you’d swear I didn’t know that I was fat.

In the meantime, I suffer with ringing in my ear and lost hearing and ponder what to do about it.

I really think I need a 2nd opinion.

I HATE FUCKING DOCTORS

No No, not MY grandma……just a lot of grandmas in the world.

MUFFIN TOP is not, I repeat NOT flattering. It is not flattering on 16 year old girls who squeeze themselves into low rise jeans that are 2 or 3 sizes too small.

Let’s think about this logically gramms–you’re like 80 and you’re squeezing yourself into low rise jeans that are way too small and that causes your middle age (or in your case OLD AGE) spread to be shoved up above the waistline of the pants thus creating MUFFING TOP.

There is only one place where MUFFIN TOP is flattering and that is on a fucking muffin.

Do you old ladies not own fucking mirrors or what? How can you not see when you put on low rise jeans that you have a big belly roll hanging over the top. Oh that’s right, you wear a size 8 jean with a 2x top so that you can disguise the MUFFIN TOP.

It’s NOT SEXY grandma. We just laugh at your dumb ass and hope the hell that you’re just senile and don’t know any better than to wear these clothes rather than thinking you really believe you’re sexy.

NO MORE MUFFIN TOP GRANDMA!

And for those regular readers who couldn’t see this one coming–YES MY MIL HAS MUFFIN TOP and she’s not senile she does think it’s sexy!

The verdict is in. I finally got the results of my MRI and yes it is a benign tumor (imagine that). The next step is to go to a neurosurgeon. I’m sure all of this will give me plenty of bitching fodder.

Have I mentioned I HATE fucking doctors?!

Three weeks ago today I had an MRI. I have yet to hear anything back about the MRI. You’d think it’s nothing important at the rate they’re going. I happen to think it’s pretty fucking important when they tell you it’s possible you have a tumor and have to do an MRI on your brain to see if it is or not. Though it’s not very likely that I have this benign tumor, it’s still possible and I want to know but apparently I’m the only one it matters to.

I hate doctors already and this is just part of the reason why. I am never taken seriously and am always fobbed off by medical people.

GRRRRRRRRRRRRR

I posted a while back about the Wal-Mart from hell (scroll down if you don’t remember).

Last weekend I had to get things for work and I have no option really except Wal-Mart to get the things I needed unless I drove much further away and still for the items I needed Wal-Mart was the better deal. I have to think of budget matters for work so I have to keep things as inexpensive as possible.

Anyway………I refused to go back to THAT Wal-Mart so I went to a different one which is nicer and cleaner by the way.

I had intended to simply pay for the items myself and get reimbursed rather than having the check hassle again. As I was doing my shopping and the cart full of things kept growing I decided I’d just talk to the manager first about the check and see if it was going to be an issue.

I went to the customer service desk and the guy there looked intelligent so I showed him my tax exempt card and the check and asked if it was ok that I write out the check to pay for the purchases. He looked at me like *I* was an idiot and said of course you can. I then had to explain about the other incident so he knew why I had asked. He said oh that should never have happened, municipalities don’t print names on checks that would be stupid (his words)! I said, yes it would but this did happen to me. He told me it was fine, go ahead and write the check. He said they have people sign checks all the time that aren’t theirs such as area farmers who have others do their shopping and sign the checks, their names aren’t printed on the checks either but it’s not an issues.

How do you like that! Seeing that I know for a fact that each store’s employees get a bonus (yearly I think) based on their sales, seems the Wal-Mart from hell fucked themselves. I bought another $200 worth of items from a different Wal-Mart where they are more knowledgeable.

Yeah, this is a good one that I just had to bitch about!!

At 8:30 this morning my phone rings and the guy identifies himself and says he owns property on such and such a road and asks if I am the clerk for the town. I said no, I’m the clerk for the village; not the town. He says well how come they gave me your number? I said who gave you my number? He said he called the town and the voice message said to call me. OMG DUH! I then had to explain that he called the village office and that the voice message refers you to me if you need immediate assistance. He then asked who to contact for the town and I told him and he goes on to say well do you work with her and I said NO, she’s for the town and I am for the village. He then asked, what’s the difference? OH MY FUCKING GOD! You own property in the town and you have no idea where it is or what the difference is between a town and a village!!! Stupid rich city people!! I said the village is the city and the town is in the country, they are separate. I still don’t think he had his light bulb moment but seeing that the fuck head woke me up I wasn’t going to help any further than that. He asked if I had her number and I said no, it’s in the phone book, this is her name it’s listed under Fred and Wilma. Good God, now I’m fucking directory assistance too I guess! At the rate he was going I’m surprised he didn’t ask me to hold his dick while he pissed.

Ironically enough, this is actually the second call I’ve had in recent weeks for the same thing but the woman who called caught me in a better mood and was nice though just an ignorant of the area in which she owns property. I did look up the town clerk’s number for her.

Grrrrrrrrrrr

This week I had the pleasure of spending an entire day with ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME (my mother in law). The whole day I kept looking for her mute button! Talk about a fish out of water. The woman just has no tact whatsoever and my god is she LOUD! I had to take her for an eye doctor’s appointment and she was so obnoxious she was like a 12 year old with ADD. Her glasses she had were broken and she must’ve told 15 different people in the eye doctor’s that her frames broke and they didn’t have them any more so she had to get new glasses. There was another customer at the counter who had broken frames and when memememe overheard that she went over to the counter and said oh your frame broke too and went into the whole story about her. Lest we ever forget, it’s always about HER. One lady at the eye doctor’s commented to me how I get along good with my mother in law and that she didn’t like her mother in law. I said I never said I liked her to which my mother in law just laughed and walked away. After she was out of ear shot I told the girl that I am (evidently) a VERY tolerant person.

Oh what a day! I should get a fucking prize!

If I’ve not ever mentioned this, when we moved last year we moved next to a trailer court. We knew that a fence would be necessary just to block their view of us not to mention all the other problems we’ve had. Earlier this year, we started on the fence–a board fence–6 foot high (not high enough if you ask me). The very day we started, one of the scum from the scum court was outside just bitching to his wife how that isn’t right, that’s not the line and on and on–we couldn’t hear him that well but knew he was bitching about the fence. Little does he know, last year we talked to the owners of the trailer court and told them of our intention to put up a fence which they thought was a good idea considering their renters and we discussed where the line was. They said that they hadn’t gotten a survey when they bought the trailer court and we didn’t get one either but there are steel posts marking our property that make the lines pretty obvious. They were happy with the steel posts being the line and said to go ahead and fence away.

Apparently the in the trailer closest to our property is the caretaker of the trailer court as he does all the mowing of the open ground they have. About a month ago or so, when we were mowing and had very little fence up, I asked my husband (over the roar of 2 riding lawn mowers) where I should mow to or where the line was……he told me and then I saw the neighbor guy outside and he started hollering and pointing–presumably telling me where HE wanted me to mow. I couldn’t hear him but his gestures were pretty obvious. Ever since the fence started going up, this guy has mowed way over on our side and put his deck down and grubbed the ground on our side. The minute we go outside to work on the fence, he’s outside. When we mow our back 40 where our boat is parked, this guy walks out there to see where we mowed. It seems he’s rather obsessed with our mowing and fencing. It’s really comical. Last weekend, he mowed the trailer court on Saturday and we didn’t mow until Sunday yet as soon as we started mowing here he was out with the rider mowing over what he’d just mowed the day before just so he could watch us. There are 2 large trees on the lot line which are actually more on their side than ours and when he mowed around them, he went around each tree about 6 times while glaring at us.

I think he needs to get a life. I am really surprised that my husband hasn’t gone over and told him to mind his own business but he hasn’t–YET.

Honestly I haven’t died though in some way I suppose I have. So dramatic isn’t it?!

I never thought the day would come when *I* wouldn’t want to bitch but it has. Sorry to disappoint. This is not to say the desire to bitch won’t come raring back but for now I’m in non-bitching mode where I have been for quite some time.