You bet I'm sellin' your car, Bitch...
Oct. 5th, 2004 12:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hippybngstockngI am liking the pay-off and split route the more I think about it. I think i will sell her car, pay her off, and then promptly move and fail to tell her my new address and phone number for about the next 4 years.
I'm talking about my mom of course... I called her, just because K had been talking about her and I thought he might like to say hello. Then she proceeds to start grilling me about Christmas vacation time, and I tried to explain once more about how Crash's product stuff is important at Christmas time, and while he can easily take the time off without getting shit for it, but he wouldn't WANT to because that much time away will put him behind. Plus, who really wants to hang around Ohio for over a week... Sorry midwesterners, but your states leave a lot to be desired in the entertainment department where I am concerned. I've seen enough snow covered farms to last a lifetime, and since she wails like a banshee if I spend more time with the section of the family I don't hate, so I almost feel like there's no point in going. It's like she'll never be satisfied with how much time I spend with her, it's never enough. The shocking thing is that when I AM there it's not like I'm actually there- she just goes merrily about her routine, watches TV, does her laundry, gardens, whatever... The most she ever really wants to do with me is shop, and I frankly hate shopping with her too! She and I have totally divergent tastes... It's like sending a goth and a Hello Kitty cheerleader out to buy a gift for a mutual friend. No one in their right mind would do that, unless they wanted to see a good cat fight of course.
Anyway, she wouldn't accept my explanation of how we were going to figure out what time we would take off, instead assuming that it was that we thought we COULDN'T take the time because we were incapable of, oh, going through the traditional and proper procedure of setting up vacations... Uh... What? No... So I tried to correct her, and she of course starts off on one of her "This is what you have to do" things that go on and on, so of course I try to stop her and re-explain that I KNOW all this shit, and that it will NOT effect what happens with how much time we take, that that number is PERSONAL CHOICE baby, and mainly designed to not screw with us later on... But she fails to listen because of course I am missing HER point..... AM I????
Yarg, I could go on and on and on and on and on........... and on.......
I mean, if someone asks you, "Hey, have you thought about your vacation?" and you answer "Yes, it's fine." wouldn't you get just a wee bit bothered if they persisted in questioning you on whether it's REALLY fine, and thensay they're going to go over your "opinion" of the situation and TELL your husband how to deal with his boss??? WHAT THE FUCK!!! If I SAY it's FINE then BY FUCKING MARILYN MONROE AND HER ORCHESTRA IT'S FINE. BITCH.... WE'RE JUST NOT GIVING YOU WHAT YOU WANT
And then when I tell her I am getting a little pissed at being forced to continue to discuss how IRRELEVANT and POINTLESS the conversation was in the first place, she STILL persists in not only defending the conversation, but continuing trying to fucking have said conversation to continue to hammer her point home that we obviously must be unaware of how to conduct ourselves with any HR or vacation situation beside the fact that we've both been working for high tech companies for, oh FOREVER??? JEEZ LOUISE we're in our 30's and she assumes we DON'T know how to set up a Christmas Vacation????
*bangs head repeatedly on desk*
I wish I'd never been born... to her at least.
I'm talking about my mom of course... I called her, just because K had been talking about her and I thought he might like to say hello. Then she proceeds to start grilling me about Christmas vacation time, and I tried to explain once more about how Crash's product stuff is important at Christmas time, and while he can easily take the time off without getting shit for it, but he wouldn't WANT to because that much time away will put him behind. Plus, who really wants to hang around Ohio for over a week... Sorry midwesterners, but your states leave a lot to be desired in the entertainment department where I am concerned. I've seen enough snow covered farms to last a lifetime, and since she wails like a banshee if I spend more time with the section of the family I don't hate, so I almost feel like there's no point in going. It's like she'll never be satisfied with how much time I spend with her, it's never enough. The shocking thing is that when I AM there it's not like I'm actually there- she just goes merrily about her routine, watches TV, does her laundry, gardens, whatever... The most she ever really wants to do with me is shop, and I frankly hate shopping with her too! She and I have totally divergent tastes... It's like sending a goth and a Hello Kitty cheerleader out to buy a gift for a mutual friend. No one in their right mind would do that, unless they wanted to see a good cat fight of course.
Anyway, she wouldn't accept my explanation of how we were going to figure out what time we would take off, instead assuming that it was that we thought we COULDN'T take the time because we were incapable of, oh, going through the traditional and proper procedure of setting up vacations... Uh... What? No... So I tried to correct her, and she of course starts off on one of her "This is what you have to do" things that go on and on, so of course I try to stop her and re-explain that I KNOW all this shit, and that it will NOT effect what happens with how much time we take, that that number is PERSONAL CHOICE baby, and mainly designed to not screw with us later on... But she fails to listen because of course I am missing HER point..... AM I????
Yarg, I could go on and on and on and on and on........... and on.......
I mean, if someone asks you, "Hey, have you thought about your vacation?" and you answer "Yes, it's fine." wouldn't you get just a wee bit bothered if they persisted in questioning you on whether it's REALLY fine, and thensay they're going to go over your "opinion" of the situation and TELL your husband how to deal with his boss??? WHAT THE FUCK!!! If I SAY it's FINE then BY FUCKING MARILYN MONROE AND HER ORCHESTRA IT'S FINE. BITCH.... WE'RE JUST NOT GIVING YOU WHAT YOU WANT
And then when I tell her I am getting a little pissed at being forced to continue to discuss how IRRELEVANT and POINTLESS the conversation was in the first place, she STILL persists in not only defending the conversation, but continuing trying to fucking have said conversation to continue to hammer her point home that we obviously must be unaware of how to conduct ourselves with any HR or vacation situation beside the fact that we've both been working for high tech companies for, oh FOREVER??? JEEZ LOUISE we're in our 30's and she assumes we DON'T know how to set up a Christmas Vacation????
*bangs head repeatedly on desk*
I wish I'd never been born... to her at least.
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Date: 2004-10-05 09:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-05 09:47 am (UTC)I love that :)
Thank you!
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Date: 2004-10-05 09:49 am (UTC)Harsh? Maybe...
Date: 2004-10-05 09:54 am (UTC)Returning to the fort I built out of couch cushions...
Re: Harsh? Maybe...
Date: 2004-10-05 02:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-05 09:56 am (UTC)Mothers suck, don't they?
If she's this difficult to deal with, cut her off. You don't need her in your life in this way. (Yes, it's hard, and no, I haven't been able to do it myself, either...)
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Date: 2004-10-05 09:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-05 10:05 am (UTC)and
then BY FUCKING MARILYN MONROE AND HER ORCHESTRA IT'S FINE. BITCH....
Hahahahahaahahaahahaa
My mother and I can't shop together for clothes but we can for other things. Thankfully, I do not have to deal with major dysfunction with her. I let my sister who never calls her deal with that.
Sorry that you have to. Buck up, my dear! If it's not one thing, it's your mother!
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Date: 2004-10-05 10:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-05 10:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-05 10:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-05 10:34 am (UTC)i think they see us as their infant/child and forget that we grow up... sometimes it takes a version of a time out for them to realize that they have to treat us as adults, as equals, if they want to have us in their lives.
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Date: 2004-10-05 10:51 am (UTC)Always checking up to make sure we're doing everything the way they think things should be done, not believing when you say you have something under control... It took months before my mother believed that I was going back to school. Then she suddenly realized, I had an apartment in another city. Gee, how did that happen?
My boyfriend just tells me to not let it bother me. But his mom is sane and just doesn't get it.
Find some time for a nice hot bath or shower and relax a bit. :)
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Date: 2004-10-05 12:35 pm (UTC)That could so have been plagerized from MY lj. *laugh* The last time we visited my parents, my mother IGNORED US the whole time. After whining and bitching and moaning for MONTHS that she never sees us and she misses us soooo much, she fucking sat in her office and played computer games and talked on the phone to other, more IMPORTANT people the whole time. Oh, except when she'd take a minute to tell us how our baby isn't as "entertaining as she thought he'd be" after an 8 hour car ride. Bitch. I swear our moms are cloned from some bigger, meaner, bitchier mother-beast out there... *shudder*
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Date: 2004-10-06 05:59 pm (UTC)