The bitch that spawned Satan

The title of this post is not as cool as it seems. I was thinking about calling it the bitch from hell, but that's just not nasty enough for this woman that I am rapidly coming to despise again.

My mother in law.

Oh yeah, I've got one of those. And even my husband agrees that she is very often heinous. Thankfully he is adopted.

So get this, she calls me up this morning to tell me that she mailed me a letter. Okay, fine. There was a question that my husband had that she answered, since she didn't have the answer when she was visiting. There were also some things that she felt "needed to be said". What the hell is that? There are so many things that she likes to bitch about. What the hell is she going to choose from this time? What, we don't go to church even though there is one just down the block? Is she pissy about my daughter's boyfriend. Offended because I didn't let her go into the basement because the sub flooring needs to be replaced and it's dangerous to just wander around there. Or jeeze, maybe I didn't brush my kids hair just exactly fucking right!!! And yes, she has complained about that very thing before.

This is the woman that had a major hand in a nearly decade long depression that I underwent, the woman that drove my husband to drink at an early age, the woman that offended my mother with nearly every sentence she spoke. (For fuck's sake, after we left her house once, she took out every single dish that my mother had just washed, FOR HER, and re-washed them because she didn't trust the job my mother did.) This woman is the reason my second child remained a bed wetter until she was seven, forcing her to wear pull-ups and overnight diapers with a plastic sheet on the bed whenever she visited grandma's house. This year, she is one of the reasons that my eldest child enrolled in summer school, just so she would have an excuse not to visit grandma. My second child got a job that lasted all summer for partially the same reason. My third child visited her and wanted at first to stay for a month. She came home after ten days. This is the woman that caused me to be ostracized in my husband's hometown because everyone there despised her and painted me with the same brush from association by marriage.

Now don't get me wrong, aside from the bed wetting issue, she's never physically harmed my children, but the psychological damage is far outweighing any positive influence that she might possibly ever had.

And the thing that really gets me was that I went fucking out of my way to be nice to her, to help her spend time with my kids without my interference, to even defend her words and actions to my kids. (Just some stuff about the internet and being mindful of how their actions now can have consequences down the road. That's actually stuff I agree with.)

But this, telling me that she's sent me a letter that she felt that she had to explain before I've even read it. To tell me that if there was anything in there that offended me, that she hoped I would read it in the loving spirit that it was intended in. Basically she was telling me that she knows I will be offended and hurt by what she wrote, but I should forgive her regardless.

Well fuck you bitch!!!! You cunt whore, anal retentive spawn of fucking pure evil dark!!! Take that crop you whipped the fucking horse you rode in on and shove it up your ass! Repeatedly!

Regardless of what she wrote, there won't be forgiveness. There will be cutting her out of my life to the greatest extent that I have. Because I am tired of her judgement on a minor snapshot that she has of my life. This is it. It's over. I no longer have a mother in law and the day that she dies, I will dance on her fucking grave!

Roll of the Dice

Okay, when I was a teenager, I was a semi-avid RPGer. It was usually just a way to pass time with a group of friends. Anyway, this morning, I was reading yet another immaturely written fan fiction. Drove me nuts because there was obviously no thought put into this story at all. It pretty much read as a "then this happened, then this happened and this and this". There was no how, or why and the things that the author was claiming happened had no basis, I want to say in reality, but I can't as really, it IS fan fiction. Anyway, the author of the fiction seemed more like a sheep than an actual creative writer. I'm not trying to rip on this person, hence why I haven't named the author and truthfully, there are a lot of young writers out there that are interested in the craft and everyone has to start somewhere. None of us can get better without encouragement and experience.

It just drives me nuts when writers read so much or so little other fan fiction that if they see something repeated a few times, they accept it as canon, when it is usually fanon and they figure to make their story "true" they have to throw in all these extras that they don't understand or take the time to research. forthelongestday hit upon this a rant about Bella/Jasper (Stephenie Meyer's Twilight series) fictions and the things that we hate about them. It was almost exactly my pet peeves about that pairing.

Well, anyway, while I was contemplating on this, I had this funny idea about writing a fiction. Truthfully, I think if I didn't give it a lot of thought, it would end up as cliched as the majority of the stories out there. And then I thought, I really shouldn't think about it. I want to write a story by the roll of the dice. (Here's where the gaming experience comes into play.) Let's take a Twilight story for example. My pairing would be Bella/ Jasper. I'd pick a point and start from there, with every choice, decision, crossroad, let's decide what happens with the roll of a dice. Even just a plain 6 sided dice can be utilized.

Hmm, I'll start at just after Bella's ill fated birthday party and well, Edward is leaving. So now, the family has a choice, do they stay or do they go. Assign yes and no to the dice, for instant all the even numbers are yes, all the odd numbers will be no. I roll and yes, the family decides to leave. Okay, works so far. But I really want Jasper and Bella together. So, let's check again, Jasper feels remorseful, so he has a choice, roll again, does he sneak back now? Dice says no so he'll come back later. And of course, he needs to make some decisions about how to deal with his life and the Cullens. Does he go back to killing humans? Here's where I get realistic people. 1- we know from the books that he has a hard time dealing with dying people's emotions. 2- he isn't enraged so why would he fall off the wagon. 3- maybe he slips because the stress is too much. 4- he runs into another vampire just starting to feed and the temptation is too much to end it quickly. And so on and so forth. I roll the dice and get my answer.

I think I really like this idea. I could have so much fun with it and assigning all those numbers for possible plot points really forces me to explore some creativity. Yeah, one of these days I might just go for it...

Ripping

Age old question.

Why the hell do people feel and then indulge in the need to rip on others?

Simple answer, because they feel themselves inadequate and tear other people down to feel better about themselves, or they want the attention. Or both.

But what really gets me is those sneaky little bastards that couch it all in the terms of teasing or jokes, when they add that stupid little, lol to their comments. And yes, I have actually heard textards use that instead of just laughing and leaving it. Or the even more annoying, lololololol. Yeah, are you pausing between your laughs so that laugh, pause, laugh, pause laugh? At last lmao makes more sense in that situation.

But just because you've added that f**king lol doesn't make your comments all right. Recent case that burned me, was people commenting on my husband singing. One chick hadn't seen my husband in twenty years and she was complaining about his singing voice. Well, he only started singing about sixteen years ago when he joined my father's band. And then, my father and hubby's brother join in the ripping. WTF!? Not like they're much better than he is. Yeah dad, where is your cd? Ooh, still in post-production? Sure. When was it supposed to be released? Last summer, winter, spring, this summer? Sheesh. Haven't seen hide nor air of it yet.

And you know what, the post hubby made wasn't even a video of him singing. He simply quoted some lyrics that he felt were apropos for the situation. And Bitchy McBitcherson decided to open her trap. At least he was gracious and was saving the ripping on her for a private phone call. Except he couldn't find her number. People are just such freaking jerks. Another reason I hate fb. Because between me and the blog, it's the family and the friends that are the worst.

Premier Rant!

Okay, it's official, I had to start my own blog about whatever it's going to be because I hate fb, twitter, lj and all those "social networking" type sites. And why do I hate them? Because for supposedly being my page, it leaves an awful lot of room for other people to stick their noses into my business. For being my page, and being a slightly sensitive to others person, I am feeling an overwhelming need to self edit. That doesn't strike me as fair. Put it this way, recently my parents, sister, brother and niece came to visit. It was pretty good. Had it's ups and downs. But when they got home, my father immediately jumped onto his fb page and informed everyone that it was the vacation from hell.

I was devastated.

I went out of my way to open up my home to my family, to see my niece for only the second time in her six years of life and this is what they say. Well, I could understand if he had said it was the trip home from hell, since they had a lot of mishaps between my house and theirs. But no, my father specifically said vacation and moreover, anyone that commented on that, got an earful about just how awful it was. I didn't realize that since they volunteered to drop my child of at the other grandparents house on the way back, that somehow all of their accidents became my fault.

Yes dad, I deliberately raced ahead of you to scare a deer out of the ditch so that you could hit it with the truck. Yes dad, I inherited your blowhard ways and made it so windy so that when you forgot to roll up the awning on your fifth wheel camper, it tore the damn thing off. And yes dad, it's all my fault that you are such a lousy driver that you have at least three accidents or traffic tickets a year.

Whew! Felt good to let that out. But if I had done that on my fb account, there would be at least ten guaranteed comments ranging from the joking to the offended. And considering that it is my account, I should be allowed to express how I feel about a personal situation without the censure I know I would receive. So how do I solve this? Create a blog to vent and not tell my family and close friends about it.

Check.

Well, I can certainly see why my brother deleted his fb account.We're getting dangerously close to the situation I was in with lj. There, it turns out that my ex-sister in law was reading all of my posts and then ripping on me behind my back. And then, my brother didn't even have the balls to tell me until they were getting a divorce. There's love for ya.

Yep, just gotta be me.