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!

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.

So here’s the situation and it’s a real winner.

I went to Wal-Mart to buy things for my job. I took a check as I always do which has the name, address, and tax exempt ID number pre-printed on it. I also have a tax exempt card issued by Wal-Mart that we have to present before they start to ring up our items. Both the check and tax exempt card have my signature on them.

After the cashier rang up my $231 of purchases, I wrote out the check, signed it, and handed it to her and the fun began. The cashier said she couldn’t take the check because my name wasn’t printed on it and unless they had a letter on file from the bank saying I could sign the check, they couldn’t take it. WHAT THE FUCK?! There are just so many elements to that it isn’t funny. Number one being that my position is subject to change, we don’t print the officer’s names on the checks. That would be fucking stupid seeing that 300 checks last 3 years!! Second is that Wal-Mart just runs your check through the machine and hands the fucker back to you! They don’t know who signs it anyway, they don’t have the fucking check, YOU DO! To add insult to injury, when I questioned this the cashier said I recognize you but there’s nothing I can do but then left with the check and went to the service desk. She came back and said they couldn’t take it. Talk about mad. I said get the manager and they wouldn’t do it so I left the $231 of stuff sitting and my own cart full of stuff as well. After I left, I immediately called the store and asked for the manager. I talked to him and he got quite hostile with me and started yelling that this was a “corporate” decision because so many business checks had been returned (which I know is a lie anyway since they give you the check back). He said just have your employer write a letter saying you can sign the check. Needless to say, that’s when I got hostile. I said you know what idiot, I SIGN THE FUCKING LETTERS (which is 100% true) and promptly hung up. The next day, I called Wal-Mart corporate and asked that someone higher than the store manager call me about this incident. A WEEK went by and no one called me back so I got information from my brother (who works at Wal-Mart) that I should call the district manager because if the district manager is called it is not a good thing, store managers don’t like that. NO SHIT?!

I called the district manager and had the wrong office but they forwarded it to the proper one for the store I was at. When she called me back, the district manager copped an attitude at first because she said I understand you’re upset that the store wouldn’t take your check–I think she just figured tough shit, that was her attitude. I said yes but NO, let me explain and I then went on to tell her the entire situation. I explained that the check wasn’t “MY” check, it was a municipality’s check and that I am the treasurer and the runner and that I have always gotten everything at Wal-Mart with a check including prizes for yearly raffles, cleaning supplies, office supplies, everything. I told her that I first presented the tax exempt card with the municipality’s name and my signature on it and so on. Her tune changed really fast when she realized what had happened. I told her first and foremost that we (the municipality or me personally) would not go back there for anything because of this. I explained that I make the financial decisions and based on that experience, it would be a poor financial decision to do business with Wal-Mart because we cannot track expenses unless we write a check and since they won’t take the check, we can’t buy anything from there. I told her that the only other alternative to make purchases there was if I were to pay for them myself and get reimbursed which is simply not something I am willing to do (and there should be no need for me to do anyway).

She quickly quashed the excuse that I was given by the store manager about business checks being returned when I told her that was the manager’s excuse. I told her I knew the excuse wasn’t legitimate because they don’t keep the checks so they would have no way to know if I signed the check or if the pope signed the check. She said, you’re right, we don’t have any way to know that but did say there had been problems with business checks but that this did not apply to my situation. She said obviously something has been misinterpreted in that store because a municipality check isn’t a business check first off and secondly because I had the tax exempt card which was signed by me, and presented first, this just should never have happened. She apologized a lot and asked if there was anything they could do to get our business back. I told her no, that since I am the one who goes and picks things up there was nothing they could because I absolutely would not go back there. I did say that it certainly would be nice if the manager wrote a letter of apology stating that they were wrong. She assured me that she would talk to the store manager and make sure they were aware of the proper procedures and I’ll bet she told me 6 times that should never have happened and apologized again and again. NO WAY?! YA THINK!!!!!!! It shouldn’t have happened?! WOW…..I knew that.

Here’s the funny–just yesterday I did get a very short letter in the mail from the manager at the Wal-Mart from hell. It wasn’t an apology saying they were wrong but it was apology for any inconvenience and a $50 gift card. Well you know what–I’m very stubborn (NO WAY YA THINK) and I wouldn’t use that fucking gift card (or let it be used) if I was living on the fucking street! I won’t give them the satisfaction of thinking that all is “ok” now.

BASTARDS!

First off, YES I have been lazy about bitching. To any of you who have missed my posts and are going through withdrawals I am sorry–I’ll bitch more for you

As a kid in school, the teachers would always ask what I wanted to be when I grew up and I never knew. I more knew what I didn’t want to be (teacher, nurse, secretary, house wife) than what I wanted to be. In the end I went to school and became a secretary and albeit a good one, I am not currently working in that line per say though much of what I do is related. Maybe the fact that I couldn’t make a decision as a child as to what I wanted to be has led me to be what I never wanted to be.

I am a very “needy” (I hate that word) person–I am emotionally NEEDY. I’m very lonely and spend most of my time by myself which is something I do not like at all. As it turns out, I’m not even a house-wife. I’m just a blob with little to no direction in life who sits being neeeeeedy and emotionally numb beyond that.

I have few friends (1, maybe 2) and one of them is even more “needy” than I am except for she thinks that sex is going to fix any problem she might have even though I tell her repeatedly it won’t.

To make matters worse (I guess) is that I do not have the ambition to make the changes I need to make to reverse being everything I never wanted to be. That’s been part of my problem my whole life–absolutely no ambition. I was never taught to work for things in life or strive to make life better. I was raised in a wholly different type of environment of acceptance of a miserable situation and to accept that yes, it was miserable but why bother to try to change anything–instead just bitch about it. GEEEEEEEE guess that lesson sunk in really well!

So as I sit wallowing in my misery knowing I won’t change anything about it I have to wonder why I won’t. If I knew that part or could understand it then maybe, just maybe I would have the ambition to change it but until then I will just continue to be everything I never wanted to be.

Ok, first a couple updates to explain my lack of posts lately and then we go into danger danger danger……………….

I haven’t posted lately because I haven’t felt like bitching (mark it on the calender, it doesn’t happen very often). This is not to say that I haven’t had things that I could or should bitch about because there have been, but I haven’t felt like doing it.

Another reason for my absence is that some ASSHOLE got me involved with playing Guild Wars under the guise that we would play it TOGETHER and that he would help me but he doesn’t manage to do either very much (that’s what makes him an ASSHOLE). Combine this with my husband–who HATES computers–was so interested in Guild Wars that he had to have his own computer to play it, well, let’s just say that’s all HE is interested in any more when he is at home is Guild Wars. That has gotten so bad in fact that he up until 6 in the morning playing the game. He has turned into a monster where the game is concerned. It’ amazing how someone who hates computers so much can get so involved.

An update on my uh oh……

My husband got the job he put in for without discussing it with me. UH OH…

And now for the danger danger danger part

A few months ago my husband was talking a lot about a woman at work. They worked together quite a bit at that time and would joke back and forth a lot. One day he told me that the woman had said it was a good thing she fell in love with her husband before they ever had sex because he was horrible and she made him read books to learn a few things so APPARENTLY their discussions were pretty involved.

Tonight when I picked him up from work, I saw this woman walking to her car and before he got in my husband asked her if she was ok and she just shook her head and kept walking. I asked him what happened and he said that the woman had gotten in trouble at work he doubted she’d come back. He was pretty quiet after that and then out of the blue he said she looked like she just needed a hug. DANGER DANGER DANGER. It is a bit disconcerting that he made this statement for a few reasons, the biggest being that he is ABSOLUTELY NOT the “hug” type–AT ALL. In fact, he is about as affectionate as a rattle snake so for him to be so concerned about this woman that he thought she needed a hug, well, read between the lines there. I suspected before when they were working together all the time that he was liking her a bit too much but I ignored it.

There was another girl at work he had a thing for when he first started there though he vehemently denied it, he talked about her incessantly. I had told him then that if he was interested in her, he should pursue it because she is younger and can have children which is something that he wants and I never did (and can’t have anyway). He just told me I was being stupid but I know better because one day when he got off work he was really down in the dumps and when I questioned how the day went and what all went on, one of the things he told me was that she was pregnant.

So here we are once again. I know that he is interested in the hug woman but I also know she’s married too. If he continues to talk a lot about her, I will tell him the same thing I told him before…….if he’s interested he should pursue it. I won’t hold him back.

Please be aware that if you received a spam email from painlessly@mybitchpage.com that it was NOT us that sent it.

The spammer that sent it used our domain as the “sender” so now WE are getting all the bounce messages and death threats.

Again… the spam did NOT come from us!

I mentioned she was having problems with her truck?

She traded it and bought a new one.

Here comes the funny………….she’s having problems with the new one and has had it in the shop 3 times so far.

Serves the bitch right if you ask me!