New Bent to The Blog-31 Days Technically Left

Dear Readers,

I hope you don't mind if I change up my blog to something entirely more interesting AND a much better use of my time. This is going to become my satiric humor writing blog. It seems a more appropriate choice, though by my first goal of burying the donors figuratively, I do have 31 days left.

I know that I have had entirely enough on what either of them would have to say about me. At least one of them keeps their mouth as tightly shut as their wife's pursed disapproving lips . The other continues to show the ways in which they can not only not be trusted not to spread my name all over the place, but telling the truth seems, er, a challenge to them. As well as boundaries, and the understanding that someone they had cheated on in marriage most likely prefers to never hear from them again. I know, hard to figure out why that might be:)

I think I have burnt out on sarcastic things to say about that. However, there is plenty more in life that can be commented on I think, and I hate to bog down other avenues that I have to write with this cappola.

In the meantime, bible thumping Gale or BTG as I will refer to her seems a constant visitor now. Interesting.....

It's Almost as Dumb as I Posting Under My Orginal Name at First...

You BITCH!!! Yeah that's right, I will allow you this one time to scream it out, and scream it loud and proud!

Gale of "God Bless" Gale and motherlode. Looking and talking about her son and daughter in law on estrangements ning site. http://estrangedstories.ning.com/. Likes the bible and is very fond of calling the pot black, as a former kettle herself. (Son and daughter in law, run and run fast and far). Oh she shares her looney bin experience for those of us truly disturbed and needed psychiatric help. Cause there's nothing wrong with her. Bless her little soul. She is just an innocent little bible thumping peach. (seriously daughter in law, stop e-mailing her with anything)

Cheli, who likes to bitch about her daughters pregnancy online to strangers, and the particular details of her daughters life. No unflattering detail left out, and you wonder if this mother even likes her daughter. Her blog entry Fanfreakintastic is a delight, and should scare her daughter straight one way or another. I would personally run from this delightful character, who whines and isn't even estranged.

And then there is Leann whose DAUGHTER apparently has no boundaries LOLOL. Leann who would like other people's daughter in laws to be bitch slapped for supporting their husband in a troubled time.

These mothers on this forum are truly frightening, and think they live in their cocooned private place. Meanwhile, they are quick to either criticize someone for being up front with their story and name initially, and use it as an excuse to hunt them down and "research" them. Can I tell you how truly frightening to have my name posted on the Garden by these freaks.

I like the mother who just wishes that her daughter can not have the children she longs for, so she will see how her mother feels. Charming. Loving. So nice to be supported for such wonderful thoughts at estrangedstories.ning.com. Not at all a narcistic sociopathic audience.

As a narcistic sociopath, I should know. I should also know it's not to bright to broadcast this BITCH'S NAME ALL OVER THE INTERNET. If it weren't for you kids fleeing your homes as if rabid wolverines infested the place, I would say it may be the worst mistake you ever made.

Well, I got your pictures freaks, your story, and who knows perhaps someday your kids phone number and address to point them in the right direction. Then they will look like this:

I really think that when adult estranged children's parents are posting on public forums, (NO I REALLY REALLY HOPE) that their kids find them, and see a bit behind the curtain. It changed my whole outlook on my mother when I saw into hers estrangement.com and snickers.typepad.com. Her more sane and awfully boring ramblings can be found at ginnycaputo.blogspot.com. I am sure that she will be happy when I share that her husband's name is Jim Maxwell, and I am pretty certain he was neutered quite some time ago.

I Am Ready For The Religious Freaks!

CAUTION: THERE ARE CERTAIN WORDS THAT INSURE THE NUTTERS OUT THERE FIND YOU. RELIGIOUS [ANYTHING] WOULD BE ONE. I CAN'T BEAR TO WATCH MY SITEMETER FOR THE SEARCHES THAT PICK THIS UP.

When we lived in the city, we had a "bible thumping door knocker" at least every week . My favorite when three Stick Lodged Firmly Up My Ass ladies came to save us from the sins that caused my mother-in-law to be dying. I can't imagine what would have happened if my husband had answered the door!! Be assured, the words coming out of my mouth contained neither "God" nor "bless" and my Dobermans were likely sitting behind me in the doorway (no one knows they don't know the proper meaning of "kill the religious nuts")

When we moved to a more remote location, where many dogs are regularly in my house or my yard (waiting for the command to attack), I thought we had skirted both the religious freaks and the kids that used to be bussed into our neighborhood on Halloween.

But a book thumping biddy not only went half a mile into my property, but opened a door where I was housing dogs to put in the very literature that could have saved me. We are idiots that do not lock our doors here, where no one could hear our screams. Instead, I strategically know where instruments of death may be found to beat someone to death, and ask questions later. Just a few more inches, and this lady would have found herself on the receiving end of a Caphalon frying pan (husband doesn't like that one anyway). It would have taken me awhile to search through the bloody remains to pick up the stick and literature to figure out who she was....Oops. My bad.

So now it's sunny and not so cool out, and the little church mouses must be poking their heads out of their hidey holes. Luckily the ice storms have provided sticks a plenty for ass installation. Their little lips on their face go into the typical pucker as well.

But this year, since it is a safety issue, I have my bible with upside down cross, face chicken with head cut off as my prop, and bloody butcher knife at the ready at the door. Oh yeah baby, I am on the look out. I am not going to wait until they knock this year, I will through my stuff on, stagger out of my house, and start zigzagging and doing all sorts of crazy shit on their ass.

I mean, it's better than the frying pan solution, right?