Let 'er rip.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Seriously Secret & Profane
Sometimes we all need to blow off some steam. We have something we just NEED to get off of our chests but we can't say it in certain company. You know - people you KNOW read your blog or it's something you just can't say IRL to anyone. Well, say it here, now. Say it under your own name or anonymously. Spill your secret, rant your rant.
Let 'er rip.
Let 'er rip.
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We're starting an adoption. I needed reference letters from the grandparents. My in-laws were not as excited as we hoped. 24 hours later they agreed to write the letter and said, "The only thing we ask is give the baby a name we can say." I really want to blog it and I can't.
I want to write a post about my awesome MIL. The problem is, I have 2 and the other one isn't so awesome. And she reads my blog. And she would probably hate me forever. Ugh!
I hide stuff from my family. It's not bad stuff, but just things I know they would give me grief over and I don't want to listen to it. So I can't write about it on my blog. Sometimes I think about starting another blog under another name, but don't want to go to the trouble. My family talks about how loving and tolerant they are, but they are really not. They treat education like it's the only way to go. I mean college. If someone chooses not to go to college they bug them forever. Then they stop bugging them and just start talking about them. One of my cousins didn't want to go to college out of high school, but they talked her into it. She went for one year and didn't finish. Why waste money on something you don't want? Not than I'm against more education, but come on...let them choose for themselves. They don't agree with a lot of things we do and don't do. I get that "look" a lot. Like I'm crazy or stupid or something. Anyway, I don't want to deal with it, so I just keep it to myself. :)
I eat peanut butter and chocolate...by the spoonful!
My sister's an A$$!! She fostered and adopted and ABUSED this little boy....all for a good story. Now, he is RAD because of the abuse he endured in HER care, and instead of continuing the therapy he NEEDS to cope, she pulled him OUT because she didn't want to DO what the therapist TOLD her he needed to get better! So now, he's in NO therapy and she has NO desire to get him better because it's a better story for HER TO TELL if he's a raging child out of control! She looks like the saintly mom who adopted an uncontrollable child! But it's HER abuse that made him this way and rather than HELPING him, she's harming him!
Does that make any sense?? Why would a parent DO THAT??
I want to set her on fire.
OK, maybe not like, ALL on fire. Maybe just her hair. No, cuz then she'd be the poor saintly mom with an uncontrollable child with a burned and scarred head. Oh the poor woman.
Crap. OK, give her scabies.
No, no....give her CRABS! Then she couldn't TELL people about them without looking gross and disgusting! HAHAHA I think I found my pox on her house....
Thanks Heidi. I heart you.
For my whole life my mother has made everything about her. If it's my crisis we have to talk about how it affects her. When I'm having difficulties we need to address how this all leads back to her, somehow. I'm nearly 40 years old and I have had enough. This last time was just that - the last time. I'm not going to play the passive-aggressive game any longer. I'm angry and I'm hurt and this time, it's about ME.
seems to be the day of mil's..or inlaws or whatever.
Here's my rant:
I have a MIL whose also a drama queen!
She just had her 8th stint put in..and while this should be scary..I wonder how many more times she will survive each procedure. the docs tell her to quit smoking..but her life is just too stressfull and she can't handle that.
she gets the whole family upset by her drama and she is to stressed b/c of what..her!
I wonder how she can't see the forgiveness in her sons eyes and yet still say the most untruth about her own children..she tends to be the gap inbetween all her children.
this really isn't a good vent..because truthfully I'm not even mad at her any more.
I feel sorry for her..I pity her I don't think she deserves what she has brought upon herself.
but I know that she can't stand me..and would believe a lie to enjoy having a reason to loath me.
Does any of this make a lick of sense..
no?
yeah..that's what I was thinking when I started this..thanx anyways Heidi!
I work as a secretary. My boss is our pastor. He's a great pastor. But he Realllllyyyy gets on my nerves at work. Terrible, I know. Can I get banned from heaven for this?
How could a pastor get on one's nerves? He just NEVER.EVER.STOPS.TALKING. About anything. He can take a simple statement...something that could be said in two minutes...and turn it into a 15 minute story!
He's been known to stand in my office for an hour, talking about NOTHING! Meanwhile, I'm trying to get my work done, ya know? Yet, I have to sit there, nodding and smiling at him, PRAYING for the phone to ring so we'll be interrupted! PUHLEEZE, pastor...with all due respect...SHUT UP!!! I couldn't care LESS about the stories you tell me of previous churches you pastored, scouting trips, dead relatives, or your latest woodworking project. I just want to get my work done so I can go home...to some peace and quiet! SHEESH.
This is probably seriously bad, but I love reading other people's rants on these days...
And this is not a secret but I HATE my MIL too. With a complete passion. And she probably knows.
I am loving all the MIL stories and the one about the pastor...is she talking about my dad? LOL He is a pastor and there are days I would like to tell him to button it up! Loudly! LOL
Here's a little truth-telling: I really, really wish my MIL didn't live up the street from us. Just too close for comfort and too darn much of her all the time. I feel bad even writing that, but it's the truth.
MeganReg
If I can't be with my sister and her family before my brother in law dies I may never be able to forgive my husband for continuing to making excuses and reasons why I can't go.
Women are a F@*^%$# pain in the A$#!! Why? Why can't a woman be more like a man? (Break into song) Really, why all the nit-picking over stuff that doesnt really matter in the long run? Like the other night, I cook dinner, (pasta & my own version of Bruscetta, which was delicious, she said) then washed the dishes, rubbed her shoulders and feet. A perfect evening, right...NNNOOOO she goes into the kitchen and the damn stovetop isnt, like shiny-butt clean and she starts going off like its the end of it all... Whats up with that?
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