I had to look at your location to make sure that I wasn’t your sister… Whew!
And I don’t even have a good excuse for scorching the meatloaf tonight. I switched the oven over to broil so that I could brown the bread quickly, and just forgot to take the meatloaf out of the oven first… D’oh!
Yeah, a colleague of my husband’s just had his first son. Marc thinks the baby’s gonna follow in dad’s footsteps - Marines, martial arts, etc. Nursery’s all decorated in camouflage and Marine insignia. It’s cute, in its way, but makes me think that the kid’s gonna be a professional dancer or marching band geek.
I blame the pan. I usually use a semi-ratty nonstick stockpot when I make chili, but that one was in the dishwasher, and I was in a hurry, so I grabbed one of those fancy-ass double-clad stainless-steel numbers, and it evidently cooks hotter than my Cheapo Depot pots. Fortunately the chili doesn’t smell bad or anything, just slightly smoked, which I am going to pretend I did on purpose. It’s not just turkey chili, it’s smoked turkey chili.
Nope, I do too. Docs say it’s a girl. She’s made her peace with that, since she was convinced earlier on that she was going to have a boy. When she did not receive the confirmation she expected, she had a fit and threatened to “throw a nervous breakdown,” whatever the hell that means. I suspected it was a girl all along, because she’s been all drama all the time since the moment she got pregnant, and that’s how the women in my family tend to be when they’re having girls. Like they’re not melodramatic enough to begin with.
Personally, I am hoping that my presumed-niece-to-be IS the opposite of what my sister wants her to be, assuming anyone can figure out what that’s supposed to be. She’s doing the room all up in pink camouflage and princesses and glittery stuff. It’s enough to make somebody schizophrenic.
My sister and brother-in-law have said, out loud, that they intend to raise their daughter as if she were a princess. They’re going to wait on her hand and foot, she will never want for anything, her wish is their command, etc. I think they’re totally batshit insane, and furthermore, they’ll be raising a brat. There are already enough brats in the world (about whom, of course, my sister and brother-in-law complain all the time). But their kid will be different. Whatevs.
I mean, I guess it’s fine, if that’s what they want to do, but kids are hard enough to begin with, and if you’re intentionally raising them to be demanding and dependent … shrug. Not for me.
I strongly suspect that’s not how your average real princess gets raised, but it’s only a suspicion. Poor kids - by which I mean the ones who get blown-up rather than raised, not the real princesses.
When I moved here from Chicago I had to adjust to cooking with electric instead of gas, because that seems to be the standard in this area. (When I was house hunting two years ago I was leaning strongly toward buying one place simply because it had a gas stove.) Even after four years I still have to remind myself of some things I had to learn, like that the cooking surfaces are still hot for a while after you turn them off.
Your brother dumped me. I did not dump him, I did not dump you. AFAIK, you had not dumped me. I didn’t expect a present, but would it have killed you to post a quick “Happy Birthday!” on facebook, or sent a card/email?
I know it’s awkward, what with your brother having kicked me out when I was four months gone with your niece[1], and him having already moved his new woman’s stuff in, but really, I’ve been trying to be the bigger person and not let it affect my relationship with you and your family. And your parents were kind enough to send a card. Really, you couldn’t take the 2 seconds required out of your busy day…?
No love,
Me
[1] Yes, she is. If he dares suggest otherwise publicly again, I’ll be doing the DNA proof and libel case simultaneously.
Listen, it takes nine months to make a baby. If the last time you slept with someone was a year before, they aren’t your baby daddy. Simple math. So quit effing bugging us! If you were that convinced he was the father, I should think you would have got a DNA test by this point, since the kid is now three. Do everyone, including your poor kids a favor, and jump off a very high cliff. Thanks.
Slander, unless his denials are written by him and published.
Very sorry this is happening to you (the snub from his family, most particularly. He sounds like a piece of work who may have done you a favor by disappearing). It might be a good idea to converse with his siblings so they clearly understand what kind of relationship you’re interested in maintaining. And you know what they’re interested in.
Good luck with your baby, happy birthday, and make sure he’s paying support with or without a DNA test.
And then you deliberately decided to open a new thread anyway, despite the fact that there was already another new minirant thread, to post the same rant you’d already posted in the other one. So, I guess that makes the answer “retard.”
Sorry, some of us spend the weekends across the country visiting our boyfriends instead of posting to webbernets forums while trying to convince the cats to lick our nuts.
Kill them both, for the good of the universe, or that kid is going to be a Grade A bitch, and at some point about twenty years from now, I am going to smack the shit out of her.
I miss gas stoves so much. One of the few detractors with my current place is that the range is electric. It makes me cry.
Sorry your ex is a dick, but what obligation do these people have to you, exactly? Their brother got you pregnant. Big fucking deal. They clearly chose him over you; put them in the same “asshole” basket and move the fuck on instead of whining because you didn’t get a fucking *Facebook post *on your birthday. (What are you, a high school student?)
I thought for a few seconds that this was a response to **hermette’s ** post right above yours. “Wow, that’s a bit harsh, dude!” :eek:
Sorry, hermette, I can’t sympathize too much either - your ex got his family in the divorce, naturally enough. Since there’s a kid, I’m sure they keep in some contact, but I wouldn’t be expecting birthday cards from my ex-sister-in-law.
Get in line. I already want to smack my sister from Hell to breakfast; I see no indication that I would want to treat her child differently. Poisonous fruit from a poisonous tree and all that rot. It gave me a particular kind of satisfaction when my 3-year-old overheard some of this crazytalk one day and asked my sister, “But what if [the baby] doesn’t want to be a princess? What if she wants to be a pirate? Or a dinosaur?”
So you’ve never heard of friendships? Extended family is a foreign concept to you?
(my aunt is still my aunt and always will be, regardless of whether my mother’s brother divorced her or not)
I’m glad to see you see your relationships as so disposable but thankfully, not everyone out there is so shallow
<shudder> I’m pretty sure even rockle’s sister from Hell doesn’t deserve to give birth to a dinosaur. Human babies are hard enough.
When is my stupid foot going to stop hurting and swelling? And fuck doctors in general and Dr Speedy in particular for doling out new bad news every sit weeks. I just want to know when this is going to be over, ok?
Do posts on a public message board count as published?
Guess I’ll be writing his siblings off, thankfully his parents aren’t as petty, lovely card through from them!
Got my lawyer ready to hit him for child support as soon as baby is born, as no money has appeared yet…
(in the UK, he’s not liable for maintenance until kiddo appears, not sure if that’s the same elsewhere. Can see the logic, but given how much I’m spending alone on clothes/pram/nursery stuff for wee one already, it doesn’t seem entirely fair!)
- by which I mean the ones who get blown-up rather than raised, not the real princesses.
