Tuesday, August 09, 2011

My Cowardly Sister

An open letter to my sister who blogs under the name The Cranky Housewife:


I knew that you would be a coward unable to handle anyone contradicting the illusion that you have created about yourself. Luckily, I saved my comment. Hopefully, Brittany from A Political Mind will see what you have blocked.

If you are interested in reading my sister's demented screed please feel free to look her up at the cranky housewife. Be assured that she hates feminists, liberals, self-actualized humans and anyone who disagrees with her by using the most generic, disproven stereotypes that are thrown around by any git on Fox News. Example:
Liberal feminists are typically loud mouthed complainers who want to have their cake, eat it too just as long as there are no trans fats… and they certainly won’t be baking that cake from scratch like some housewife or something. Just what kind of woman do you take them for?
yeah. that's it. We liberal chicks don't love our families, cook or do laundry or do anything homespun-ny. And anyone who is read my blog, KNOWS that I am all about the modern conveniences and not lifting a finger...

On the other hand, this is how she describes herself and those women like her:
Any man who is married to a conservative feminist will tell you that his least favorite conversations ever start with the words, “Honey, I’m not happy about something.” Those husbands know full well that this one simple phrase is (like it or not) a call to action, and can quite literally change the world – one universe at a time. Once a conservative feminist gets a bee in her bonnet there will be no peace until her demands are met, and if that means changing the direction in which the planet Earth revolves around the sun in order to restore harmony... well, the sooner we get started working on that the happier we’ll all be.
Ugh. Obviously the same nasty bully she has always been. My way or the highway. Margo has been the kind of gal that would use your feelings for her to get her own way. Don't want to see her in pain? Pay for that, bitch.

One political blogger tried to use logic and reason with my batshit crazy sister and responded several times to Margo's craziness. Here is my response to her that naturally my sister deleted. Because she doesn't want facts interfering with what people think about her:

Brittany, Don't waste your breath. My sister has always made up stories when facts don't exist. If you listen to what she writes you understand that "conservative feminism" is bullying people until you get your own way. She thinks that Puritans were first wave feminists! Not exactly the word that I would use to describe Mary Wollstonecraft assuming that Crankypants even knows who she is. (oops, I forgot, education and culture are wastes of time when one has laundry to do - truly the feminist mantra).

Remember that her type is a bully and a user and will insult, lie, and use any institution that they can to get what they want.

Let me tell you about an example. Picture a man and woman who spend several nights a week at the home of their daughter who just gave birth to triplets to watch over, feed and change the moppets over night so their daughter and son-in-law could sleep. Now imagine that when the boys reach their first birthday, that man and woman are told that they are terrible people and the woman is an alcoholic who is a danger to those children. In order to have contact with their grandchildren that man and woman would have to stop drinking, go to AA and then go into therapy. Imagine then the folks being told that the daughter's parish priest (who never met the folks) agreed that the folks were a danger to the daughter and her family.

Now you might ask the question, "If the folks were so dangerous, why did the daughter allow her sweet boys to be thus endangered?" Ahh. The answer is: the daughter needed them. And when she didn't anymore? Well out to the trash with you. And I bet you aren't surprised to learn that the daughter in this story is my sister, the cranky housewife.

Good Christian and homespun family sort that she is hasn't let her parents see her children in 7 years. I haven't seen them either even though I baptised them the day that they were born.

Oh, and I am a liberal. And I used to work "outside" the home, which deeply offended the her new, improved extended family.

So don't pay too much attention to what Mscrankypants has to say. She is full of bluster and bull and I haven't seen her bake a cake from scratch or otherwise in the 36 years I was allowed to consort with her.

You say that the tea party neglects history? True that. My sister is truly one of them at heart. She cast off her parents, her sister and her two nieces in order to protect her new world from evidence of her previous existence because those facts don't mesh with what she wants you to know about her.

The heartlessness she showed her nieces, in particular, is a perfect mirror of how the Tea Party operates.

Give me what I want or the little one's get hurt.

Very homespun indeed.

So she is a good Christian, homespun sort. and I am a fat loudmouth with no kindness in my soul.

In her world? Conservative = Good; Liberal - Bad (or Communist or whatever it is that people who have never had to accomplish anything on their own says about people who make an effort). She blocked my comment and closed all the comments on her blog to keep me from saying anything that she doesn't want anyone to know about her.

And by blocked my comment, I mean she probably got my brother-in-law to do it for her as details have never really been her forte and we all know what happens when a bully doesn't get her way.

In true conservative "feminist" fashion.


Thursday, November 11, 2010

There You Are, My Pretty

Did you get lost?


or are you suffering from Stockholm Syndrome after a traumatic kidnapping.

You seem to be clean of eyeliner stains, but God knows how those girls abused you...

Come back to me. Don't be afraid. I will take care of you.


What Does This Picture Say?

Yes, this is a dryer. My dryer.


What does this picture tell you?

Clothes are dried and someone has picked out the stuff they need and left the rest.

To me, that says, "This is mine. Clean up after me or wait until I decide I am done with it".

I find my dryer in this condition at least 4 days a week. Additionally, there are clothes on the floor of the laundry room (closet) and the lint trappings are on the floor as well, even though there is a garbage can.

Oh, and the caps are off the laundry detergents because

That is it. Just because.

I have asked that everyone in the house empty the washer and dryer when they are done and stop using it like a dresser.

This is the response I get.

Don't ask me why I am angry with you all the time. Your actions speak louder than your words. This is your world, and I am an annoyance. I get it.

Tuesday, November 09, 2010

Buggered Off


Yeah, I know that I haven't been posting much here. I have been busy and absorbed in bullpuckey.

But lately stuff has been weird. So I am posting.

You might have noticed this about me. But my stuff? It tends to bugger off. Go on walkabout. Piss off. Leave me.

Why? Apparently my stuff feels that I am not cool enough or it likes to be beaten up so it knows that it is loved. Cause, I will tell you I was much easier on my stuff than its new masters....

And by new masters, I presume it my stuff has left my employ without notice to hang with my much younger and much cooler daughters. The downside? Well, they are going to leave you dirty and stained with eyeliner and a foundation that belongs to a bi-racial woman and not my pale Irish-German-French lasses on the floor of an unkempt bathroom. When you return to me, you will be a dingy shadow of your former self and they will have moved on to newer, cleaner towel. Maybe one bought by their grandfather for his new girlfriend for their holiday visit.

So, my new fluffy towel? Return to your peg. Come back to me. I am offering you a long term relationship based on respect and admiration. I won't abuse you and call it love.

Come back.

Your place is waiting for you....

Morning Coffee

I don't drink coffee.

Yet, every morning I go through the coffee wars.

"Mom can we stop for coffee?" = "Mom, go buy me coffee"

Sometimes, I do. But not often because a. I was not put on earth to buy you shit. b. We have a coffee maker c. We have coffee, half and half, sugar, carmel sauce, chocolate sauce, etc. d. Get up earlier and make your own.

This morning Celia made herself coffee. Apparently she hasn't made the coffee with beans before.

"Mom! We have to stop for coffee. There is something wrong with the coffeemaker" I looked at the pot she held up of warm tan water. "Sorry babe, you must have forgotten to do something".

She did it all right. So, I went over to the machine and checked it. Yep. She put the beans in the coffee maker all right. But not in the grinder. She put them into the brewing basket. Better yet? The basket was filled to the brim for 4 cups of coffee. Oy! She ran the grinder without beans in it.

So I loaded it up the grinder and start the coffee.

Then the cup wars began. Yes, my teenagers fought over cups like they were toddlers and they both wanted the blue sippy cup.

Then they argued over who was the owner of the three day old sausage biscuit (my rule of thumb is that the day that the meal was served there might be some ownership claim, the next day? forget it. And the third day? STFU. It belongs to the person who puts it into the microwave. I am just grateful it isn't taking up space in the fridge).

I went to the car and waited.

I don't have the energy or patience. I haven't had my tea yet. Not that anyone cares.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Melancholy

As graduation approaches,

I am melancholy.

For what Sophie has lost

What I have lost

For not being able to speak my piece.

My heart is broken.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Personality tests

I heard about the Enneagram tests while listening to the Stuff Mom Never Told You podcast. I had never heard of it before... so naturally, I looked it up and took a quizzy thing.

What do you think? Does this sound like me?

Main Type
Overall Self
Take Free Enneagram Personality Test

Enneagram Test Results
Type 1 Perfectionism |||||||||||||| 58%
Type 2 Helpfulness |||||||||||||||| 66%
Type 3 Image Focus |||||||||||||||||| 78%
Type 4 Hypersensitivity |||||||||||||||| 70%
Type 5 Detachment |||||||||||| 42%
Type 6 Anxiety |||||||||||||||||| 74%
Type 7 Adventurousness |||||||||||||||| 66%
Type 8 Aggressiveness |||||||||||||||| 62%
Type 9 Calmness |||||||||| 38%
Your main type is 3
Your variant is sexual
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Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Mike Quigley On Rahm Emanuel For Chicago Mayor: 'This Is All Bulls***,' Daley Will Run Again


Hmmm, Good to see that Congressman Quigley has time to chat about hypotheticals instead of answering questions from his constituents.. i.e. Me.
Read the Article at HuffingtonPost

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Tik Tok... Can This Song Be Over Already?

I am sick of this song and all the variations that I have been forced to listen to on B96...

This discussion of it, amused me to no end, even though I generally avoid anything to do with Princeton out of sheer UofC stubbornness... Still... Once again, I will be listening to this piece as Celia will be dancing to it tonight at her HS arts fest.