Sometimes my brother makes me realize how much we can be alike

This guy would bitch if his ice cream was too cold! His wife is rarely home and I understand that for him that’s a bad situation. I think she’s a bitch and the more she was away from me, the better I’d like it but that’s me.

One of the complaints my brother frequently has (he can be a Neanderthal thinker sometimes) is that his wife doesn’t get home at meal time to cook the meal. My response to this is always–make your own–but as much as we are different my brother and I are alike and he would rather bitch about her not being there to do it than do it himself.

Yesterday he sent me an email complaining that his wife was cooking supper and moaned that it was hamburgers again and that hamburgers is all she makes anymore as this would make the 3rd time in a week she made hamburgers and he added that he must not be worth a better effort.

Well bitch bitch bitch……she’s there making something which he complains she rarely does and NOW he’s complaining about what she makes! I sent him an email telling him he’d d bitch if his ice cream was too cold.

You can’t have it both ways. If you don’t like what she makes, make something yourself! I have known of many times though that my brother has sat waiting for 2 hours or more for her to come home and make supper rather than just making something for himself all the time grumbling that she’s not there to do it.

Sometimes he just makes me laugh.

On Friday I was driving and there was a truck pulling a boat then another car in front of me. They were going about 55 and on this road there are a lot of boat landings and turn lanes for them. As I approached, I saw that the truck was in the turning lane for one of the boat landings so i didn’t slow down. Not smart I guess seeing that the car that was following the truck decided to do a FULL STOP IN THE HIGHWAY next to the truck and boat! I slammed on the horn and brakes all at the same time and it was like the stupid fuck in the car had a light bulb moment and decided to push the gas pedal. I don’t know what the fuck this stupid asshole thought he was doing but OMG I was pissed.

Needless to say, I soon went past him with my middle finger flying in salute to his lack of driving ability. This moron then thought it would be a good idea to speed up and tailgate me. BAD IDEA! I have a strategy I employ with tailgaters like that…………I slam on the brakes and go from 60 to 30 in very short order. Needless to say, this gave him an OMG moment of his own and from then on, he stayed off my ass!

Stupid asshole!

I have a bad situation going regarding my bitch page. It seems that not only is my brother paranoid about what I might write about him on here, seems my husband is also quite worried that I’m “bitching” about him.

All I can say to any of that is DUH!

Not that I “care” per say about what my brother does with his dog but this is just one example of how anal my brother can be and a good case of “throwing the baby out with the bath water”.

My brother’s neighbor has called the police twice in recent months about my brother’s dog barking during the day because this particular neighbor sleeps during the day. The first time this happened, my brother wasn’t too concerned but now that it has happened again his solution was/is to post his dog to give away on freecycle.

How do I say this delicately? Well, I don’t! STUPID FUCKER!!! The LAST thing I would do would be to try to give away my 12 year old dog. His 2nd alternative is to put the dog down. Again I say STUPID FUCKER! The dog is healthy and has been with the family since he was a pup. There ARE alternatives to either of the stupid methods my brother has come up with. One would be to BUILD A FENCE so that the noise of the dog would be less likely to disturb the neighbor. If nothing else, it would show the neighbor that he is at least making an effort and she may shut the fuck up about the dog barking. Another alternative would be to move the dog to another location in the yard–I know he has other places to put him but noooooooooooo………we should get rid of the dog. STUPID STUPID STUPID. The true solution would have been to have trained the dog in the first place NOT to bark all the damn time but seeing that he didn’t do that and the dog is 12 it’s probably a bit late for that now.

Maybe I just think my brothers solutions are asinine because I love animals a lot more than I do people and when I have a pet, it is for life–theirs or mine even if I dislike the animal–and I would never, ever get rid of one for something as petty as my neighbor calling 911 when the damn dog barks. I’d get rid of the fucking neighbor first but that’s just me.

If you have kept up reading my pages here, you will have noticed that although I bitch a lot about my husband’s family, I don’t bitch about mine. The reason for this is because my family knows about my site.

As of today, things are going to change. I have a LOT to bitch about when it comes to my family and it’s only fair that since I can bitch about my husband’s family, I can and should bitch about my own.

I have warned the one person in my family I actually care about (my brother) that he won’t want to read the page from here out because although I do love my brother, there are a lot of things where he is concerned that need bitching about!

Another no shock here………I am NOT a social person. I don’t DO social. I go to stores when I need to but I don’t DO visiting, parties, funerals, etc. Hell, if I have my way about it, I’ll skip my own fucking funeral. I don’t DO people.

Today, there was a first birthday party for my husband’s nephew. Needless to say, I didn’t want to go for several reasons including that I don’t DO people but also because his fucking mother would be there. I stressed very loudly to my dear clueless husband that I didn’t want to go but of course, I had to fucking go. It has gotten so bad for me and my desire to just hide away that I literally take a pill when I am forced to do the social thing so that I’m at least half zoned out.

I have been having such terrible bouts of anxiety that I went to the doctor last week to say GIVE ME DRUGS, I can’t take this–so I got drugs and is it ever a good thing.

Of course the MIL was there and as usual was MEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEME because that’s all the clueless bitch ever does. I just cannot tolerate her any more. She started having a moan because “somebody” didn’t call her back last week. I gave her a nasty look and said I was busy. Did you ever encounter a person who you just knew could be fixed by using a sledge hammer up against their head?! I know it would help her, I just know it would. If nothing else, it sure as fuck would help me feel better. I’m so tired of it.

Well, after all my trouble with getting my Direct TV hooked up with the proper programming, you just had to know that the bill would be fucked up and of course it was.

Not only did the the local plebes manage to fuck up my account but of course the big Direct TV in the sky fucked up too. After all the hassles, they finally got my programming correct but then when the bill came, I was charged a disconnection fee for disconnecting Starz which is something I never HAD in the first place.

Am I surprised? FUCK NO! This time, I called Direct TV directly and they tell me I have to talk to the local plebes (the opposite of last time). So I call the local morons and of course their rationale is that “they” didn’t do it and rather than refunding me they wanted to give me free HBO for a month. FUCK YOU…..I don’t watch that shit! Bitch, give me my fucking money!

After much persuasion, they decided they would refund me. Fucking shit anyway!

I did discover last night that the stupid fucks in Wal-Mart FINALLY took down the display of the item they haven’t had since July.

It’s a fucking miracle!

A couple weeks ago I went to use my Nikon Coolpix L3 (don’t buy one) digital camera and the display on it was all blurry. I then tried to telephoto to adjust the issue and the lens stuck in the out position and the display then read LENS ERROR and that was it. I tried new batteries, etc. and it did no good. I went looking on ebay that same day and found 4 cameras, same model, with the exact same problem. Must be a trend.

I’m pissed off because I really liked my camera for one thing. I’m also really pissed off because I’d only had it a year in July and I paid damn near $200 for it and now it’s junk. I thought I’d get productive and actually send it in for repair instead of buying a new one so I did. I called Nikon and they said that if you send it in, they give you a free estimate and then if you don’t want it fixed, they send it back to you for free.

Yesterday I got my estimate and it was $56 to fix it. I mulled on it for a while and decided that I would go ahead and fix it and started through the online approval process. All was good until I got the pay for it part and found that I had to pay another $12.50 for them to ship it back. Right there is a big HELLO–if I DON’T want it fixed, they send it back to me for free but if I DO want it fixed I have to pay to get it back?! WHAT THE FUCK! And there’s more. As I was mulling that it wasn’t $56 to fix my camera, it was now $68.50, I saw that there was a little disclaimer that read THIS ESTIMATE IS BASED UPON A PRELIMINARY INSPECTION OF YOUR EQUIPMENT. UPON COMPLETE INSPECTION, IF THE COST WILL EXCEED THIS ESTIMATE, NIKON RESERVES THE RIGHT TO RE-ESTIMATE THE REPAIR SERVICE.

You know what I said to that! FUCK YOU. I can just see how that could go and it’s not happening! Now I’m trying to figure out how to get it sent back as I don’t see that as part of their online process.

I have been avoiding my mother in law. I just can’t do it anymore, I can’t talk to her. I can’t stand it. It’s the same thing every time……bitch bitch bitch brag brag brag me me me. That’s all her conversations entail, I can’t stand it! I played the messages off the answering machine this morning and there was a message from her. My husband asked if that was his mother and I said yes and I’m not calling her, I can’t take it. YOU call her and listen to it because I’m not going to.

To this point, he hasn’t called her either.

To be fair, I have been avoiding everything and everyone–especially my husband’s family. Both HTT and TT (if you don’t know what that means, read other posts on here, you’ll find it) as well as the MIL. They are all exactly the same with the exact same things to say about each other but then the next second, there they are all buddy buddy. I don’t play that game nor will I. If I don’t want anything to do with you then I don’t period.

I’m so sick of it.