The Losers~Dishes can wait, life can't. Come sit a spell! Winners should walk away.

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Good morning all. Doing the rain dance hoing it will rain soon so baseball will get cancelled

Tink, your DH is so sweet, I saw his shoutout to you on his new Firefighters thread, and then I LOVED how he chimed in on the Dear Neighbor thread to thank Turbokitty.:goodvibes

I think you have him hooked on the DIS
 
ok quick vent before I have to get in the shower, DH informed me that my ILs bought a ham that they are bringing even though he and I both told them that wasnt necessary, that I was getting a free ham. But no they went and bought a ham and are now insisting on bringing it down. Now if they had bought it ahead of time, then just say we already bought it and I wouldnt have gotten mine.

BC as it turned out the free ones looked gross, they no longer give a discount on any of them, so I bought a sprial ham and used the free coupon for a turkey breast. I wouldnt have bought the darn ham if I knew they were not going to listen. Errrrrr:headache:

So I guess we will be eating ham for the next two weeks, and the kids dont even like it.

I know they are just trying to be nice but some communication people would have been helpful.
 
Tink, your DH is so sweet, I saw his shoutout to you on his new Firefighters thread, and then I LOVED how he chimed in on the Dear Neighbor thread to thank Turbokitty.:goodvibes

:blush: Awww shucks :love:
 
I tried to send you guys an S.O.S. message from my phone yesterday, but it just would not let me post anything.

I was trying to be a winner mom by taking the kids out to the play place for pizza and taking them to the movies.

Good grief, what a day!!

The waitress, who was all of 16 and not very good at her job, called me "honey," which was very weird. Baltimore is the "Hon" capital of the world, so I'm used to it, but this was just...different.

Anyhow, my kids were climbing up the netted indoor playground, and I can hear them as they start yelling.

"Don't call my brother a ***** cat!"
"My not a ***** cat, you a ***** cat!!"
Another kid: ***** cat, ***** cat!
DS3 screaming: You're a ***** cat!
Other kid: ***** cat!
DS3: Stop it or I'll tell you to go **** in your hat!

Know what I did? Nuttin. Just sat there eating my garlic bread and acting like I didn't know who those kids belonged to.

I eventually drag them out of the play place (and I mean, literally drag them, because they don't want to get their shoes on, they don't wnat to leave).

Go to the movies, which is right next door, proceed to pay $18 to get in for the three of us, and then get 3 small sodas, a medium popcorn, three boxes of candy and spend another $25. This is why I hate the movies. I can buy the friggin DVD for $18, and not go anywhere.

Both kids pretty much liked it. DS3 kept asking when we could leave, though. He doesn't watch much TV, and didn't enjoy sitting in the dark.

I decided after the movie that I was going to ride up to my parents house, knowing my Dad was off for Good Friday. He was baby-sitting my brothers three kids. Add my 2 and you had a crazy place that I wish to never return to.

Just about the time I was ready to leave, my fathers mother shows up with her boyfriend (who is about 20 years younger and got kicked out of the retirement home for selling weed).

Well, they never actually come into the house, they just pull in the driveway and beep for my dad to come out. Which is good, because I decided to just stay in the house until they decide to leave, because I don't really enjoy the company of anyone on my fathers side of the family.

Do yall have family like that? Anyone else hide from their family? I have actually hidden behind a display of tampons in WalMart before, just so I would not have to acknowledge these people in a public place.

Why, you ask, do I hide from my family? Because they are all crazy. And they always give you TMI. Stuff that you don't want to ever hear. There was my fathers youngest brother who was delivering one of those storage boxes to the house next door. He decided to visit me while he was in the neighborhood.

He tells me all about his cat, because he saw mine. And then he tells me all about his marriage. And then he tells me all about his stepson.

And then he tells me the scariest story of all. When he first hooked up with his (3rd) wife, they were at the kitchen table eating, and he heard a banging on the ceiling. The wife (GF at the time) ignored it. Thirty seconds goes by and there's another bang on the ceiling. Finally, the wife gets up and goes upstairs to check on her son.

"What was that about?" my uncle asks her. "Nothing," she replies.

Well, after a couple of months, and this banging seems to happen a lot, my uncle decides he HAS to know whats going on upstairs.

And he finds out. That his wife is actually wiping the butt of her 11 year old son every time he takes a dump.

Did I need to know that? Did I ask for him to tell me his deep dark secrets? Does he think this information is something I wanted to know? Did he think we were bonding over his lazy 11 year old stepson, whom I've never met?

Anyhow, that's just one example.

So there I am, hiding in my fathers house. But guess what? No dice. Dad comes in and says my grandmother wants to see me, and take the kids.

So off to the driveway I go, where her boyfriend wanted to show off his new used truck that he's so proud of. It's just one of those tiny little trucks, where grandma proceeds to tell me the payments are $350 for 4 years.

And the boyfriend tells me that this is his way of settling down, cuz he was partying too much.

Um, what? The truck will make you settle down?, I ask.

Grandma tells me that her BF likes to party, and with the new truck payment, he won't have the cash to be throwing all these parties anymore.

I'm thinking, ok, my grandma is like 80 years old, and it sounds like she's having a party at her house every night.

Then she tells me about the new trailer they moved into, how it's $105 cheaper a month than the old place, so it's $450 a month, and she pays the taxes once a year, so she's doing alright.

Then she asks if I'm working. I tell her yes. She asks if I'm still at the restaurant, I tell her no, I have my own business now (and have for 2 years), that I have a crab picking place.

Her BF automatically asks if I have some peelers I can give him. No, we don't deal with peelers, I tell him. I'm not having that doofus showing up at my factory everyday trying to get free stuff!!

Then she tells me about the crab regulations. Oh, it starts next week.

No, grandma, it starts the week after, April 1st.

No, I heard it on the radio, she tells me. Maryland is next week, and Virginia was last week.

No, grandma, Virginia started on Monday, and Maryland is April 1st.

I'm in the business, why does she think she knows more than me? Ooooh, because it's my grandma, and she's better than everyone else, so if she says it, it must be gospel.

So instead of arguing with her, I just tell her I have to leave. Twenty minutes with that woman is just too much for me.

Again, sorry this post is so long, but I'm Shore, that's what I do.
 
An 11 year old that can't wipe his own butt? :scared1:


Shore, I feel for ya..... :hug:
 
An 11 year old that can't wipe his own butt? :scared1:


Shore, I feel for ya..... :hug:

Oh, that's not even the beginning of it.

I have a story about a different uncle. I actually blogged about it on another site I used to live at.

Lemme post it here:

Originally posted in Shore's blog from another site

Freaky Family

You know you've got them. Everybody does. It's just that no one wants to admit it. You don't claim them as part of your family. Those weirdo's. The freaks. The ones that if you see them in Wal-Mart, you turn and high tail it the other way in hopes that they don't see you and try to talk to you. So to save yourself the embarrassment from having to stand in a public place and have a conversation with them, you begin to play this cat and mouse game, going up one isle and down the other, standing behind the feminine hygiene products or hiding in the bathroom, etc.

But what do you do when they show up at your house? You cannot escape them. You are at their mercy until they decide it's time to leave. That's what happened to me today. I am still having cold shivers go down my spine as I relive every excruciating minute.

Don't think of me as cruel or heartless. I just can't help it. There are some people that I just don't want to be related to. And don't tell me that you love every distant cousin you've ever met because you know that's not true.

For me, nearly every member of my family is an embarrassment in some form or another. But for most of them, I deal with it, and don't judge them. But then there are the chosen few, the ones that I will swim an ocean to avoid. They are the reason that I rarely attend a family function or birthday parties.

One of the chosen few showed up at my door earlier today. I put on my fake face (thinking to myself Holy crap, why are they here and why did they pick today when I'm not wearing a bra?) and smile and tell them to come on in. They start looking around and notice my 56" telly and my nice shiny hardwood floors. Nice place, they tell me. It feels like they're casing the joint. I explain to them that I was just trying to get the baby to lay down for a nap, hoping they would take the subtle hint and leave, but no, instead they decide to throw the kid around and get him wound up.

Then it comes out. My uncle (who I do claim) told me that my cousin (the son of another uncle, not his kid, the one that I'm embarrassed to claim as family) needs a job. And that he doesn't just need a job, he needs a job DESPERATELY. The kid is 22 years old, and he needs someone to get a job for him? Crap, why can't he just go to McDonalds and sling some beef around, why are they at MY house? So I tell him that I don't know anyone that needs any help at the moment, but I'll keep him in mind if I hear anything. Which is a lie, because I'm totally not reccommending that loser to anyone I know for fear that they would hate me when he turns out to be the biggest loser they've ever hired.

So then the cousin tells me he needs a job so he can fix up his sisters car that she's not using so he can have some wheels. Hmm, so you don't have a car, I ask him. Nope, he doesn't even have a LICENSE!!!!! Ok, so how is a dude that lives an hour away going to get to work everyday if he has no car and no license? Taxi cabs don't run here. There are no buses he can take. What a waste.

Somehow, the conversation turns into something awkward, I'm not sure how it came to pass, but next thing I know, the kid is telling me his life story, blurting out info that I don't even wanna know. His "stepfather" (he used air quotes) that he lived with for six years who's in a wheelchair and turned himself into a woman........

WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!

See, THAT is why I don't claim them. Why in the world would you go around telling people that you haven't seen in fifteen years that kind of information? They didn't ask for it. They don't wanna know. Ok, so it's not their fault that their cripled stepfather had a sex change operation, but it IS their fault for giving me nightmares about it. I am not their shrink. If they need therapy, look in the yellow pages.

Believe me, that's not the worst thing one of my excommunicated family members has ever told me. In fact, I have this really disgusting story that my cousin's father told me one day when he popped round. (**If you do not wanna be grossed out, please stop reading**) He was here for hours and wouldn't leave. My eyes were beginning to cross as he went through every detail of his life. Then he begins to tell me about his step son, the kid of his third wife's who he doesn't like. Well, that's bad enough, to not like a kid, but nooooo, then he has to go and tell me WHY he doesn't like the kid. Apparently, the 11 year old kid doesn't wipe his butt.

WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!

My eyes uncross and I shake my head trying to figure out WHY he would tell me something like that, but he just continues with his story. Yes, I'm serious, he says. The boys mother has to go to the bathroom with him to wipe his ***.

Just kill me now. Someone please tell me I'm adopted and that I'm not linked by blood to these people for the rest of my life.
 
Hmmm, I should start a thread with my blog, and ask if anyone else hides from their family....
 
thanks for the quick laugh shore, back to clenaing beofer ILS and their ham get here
 
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I read the rules...and, I read the rules. :teeth:

Had to pop in and tell you I am enjoying reading this thread and laughing. Rock on. (Thats_for_Shore, you're killing me!)

Our basement is flooding, so I gotta use my lonely and forgotten steam cleaner without the steam and the cleaner to suck the water out of the carpet. It's nice when something so unused actually finds a use. :)
 
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I read the rules...and, I read the rules. :teeth:

Had to pop in and tell you I am enjoying reading this thread and laughing. Rock on. (Thats_for_Shore, you're killing me!)

Our basement is flooding, so I gotta use my lonely and forgotten steam cleaner without the steam and the cleaner to suck the water out of the carpet. It's nice when something so unused actually finds a use. :)

Welcome, way to go with Smith.
 
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I read the rules...and, I read the rules. :teeth:

Had to pop in and tell you I am enjoying reading this thread and laughing. Rock on. (Thats_for_Shore, you're killing me!)

Our basement is flooding, so I gotta use my lonely and forgotten steam cleaner without the steam and the cleaner to suck the water out of the carpet. It's nice when something so unused actually finds a use. :)

:worship: The Pie Smasher has spoken!!:worship:
 
Small Vent:

I am all for cleaning the house. Really, I am. I can (sorta) keep up with managing the mess.

But why, oh why, does DH insist on making it harder for me?

I am sitting here at the computer looking at 3 empty coffee cups (none of which are mine)

There is an empty soda can on his bed side table, as well as the coffee table and in the kitchen (none of which are mine)

AND there are various wadded up socks laying around my bedroom floor. Why? You may ask? I'll tell you why... because he wads them up and chucks them at the laundry hamper and he's not a very good shot.

Seriously. :confused3 I've spent 6 years trying to housebreak him. When do you decide to just cut your losses and bring them back to the pound?? :laughing:

That is all.
 
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