Her Bad Mother (who I stole the picture above from) came up with this great idea for a betchfest, where people who are needing to betch and didn’t feel like they could do it on their own sites could post at other peoples cribs, anonymously. People will be posting all over the place, letting it all hang out there for the world to see…er read I mean. This lovely person (betcher?) below, needed to betch and I’m glad to be able to share my space with her. Really it’s a dam fine rant. I want to betch slap someone just from reading it. Please, go to The Basement for more info on this lovely event or to read more betch posts.

FYI – I’m posting somewhere as well and if you know me and want to read it, feel free to email me and I’ll point you in the right direction. I’ll be in and out all weekend, doing family (drama) bonding at a wedding, so this post will be given it’s proper due, being up all weekend. Have a safe and fun Labor day and now, please give your attention to the lovely rant below.

RUDE by anonymous:

I had been thinking about my Betchfest post for a few days, wondering what, of the many things I love to betch about, that I would share with a new audience.

But then something fell in my lap, a true gift from the Goddess of Betch. It is so great it should be entered into some kind of Festival of Rudeness. I bet it would win a blue ribbon.

This will definitely make my top ten all-time Hall of Fame rude things that have ever happened to me.

My co-worker, after spending almost a year planning a wedding largely at work (hours of daily phone calls, endless discussions of “What do you think of these flowers?” designing invitations on company time…) canceled the event the weekend before it happened.

The couple had hidden the fact that they were getting married from one of the mother-in-laws to be, because they said she would flip out if she knew they were together. At work, we all advised that this was a terrible idea. They needed to come clean with MIL2B and act like adults.

Someone finally told MIL2B about the wedding, she did indeed go off her nut (would you not lose it if your kid was getting married without even telling you?) and what with one thing and another (screaming, threats of violence) the wedding gets canceled. Sad, a tragedy, but a preventable one. Live and learn, right?

The bride, J. decided to move out of crazy her mom’s house into her own place because of all the screaming and such.

So today I get an email:

As for returning the wedding gifts, some of you have graciously offered to let us keep the gifts you sent as a house warming and a helping hand to J. We thank you for that, because we really need it. For those whom i have yet to return gifts to, please email me back and let me know how you’d like me to proceed. We can arrange for a personal exchange, i can return the item in exchange for a gift card and send that to you, or I’m willing to entertain any other options you prefer. This is, alas, the messy part of putting off a wedding. And to satisfy your curiosity, yes, we lost a LOT of money canceling the event and honeymoon.

Can you believe the chutzpah? (that’s “big brass balls” in English).

Can you SMELL the manipulation?

SOME people are GRACIOUS enough to let us keep the wedding gifts (despite the lack of a wedding) because, well, we really need it! And if you are crass enough to actually want us to do the right thing and send the gifts back, YOU have to email US and let us know how “you’d like me to proceed!” Because we REALLY spent a LOT of MONEY so we deserve those bath towels!!

Oh, if Miss Manners were dead, she would be spinning in her grave. As is, she probably felt a disturbance in the Force and got knocked on her butt by it.

What a world, what a world.

Anonymous out

I have always been an Obama supporter. Got Hope? Love it, love him. I love the way he’s campaigning, I love listening to him speak and most important, I believe he can make a difference. Go Obama go!

I tend to steer clear of politics and religion on the Internet. Not because I don’t have strong beliefs, but because I don’t like to argue something that I can’t win. Politics and religion are two things that most people aren’t willing to change their beliefs on. I understand that everyone can have different beliefs and we can still be friends. I am a non-religious liberal. I’m perfectly happy with this myself, not everyone is and that’s okay. But today I have something to say and I hope everyone can play nice.

Last night I realized something as I watched Hillary give her speech. I realized that I was literally watching history in the making. A line of her speech was that she wasn’t able to break through the glass ceiling, but she’s made 18 million cracks in it. Yes, she was talking about the amount of votes she received, but she was also talking about paving the way for the future. Making it easier for the next women who wants to be president, making it possible for millions of little girls to know that they could be the next president. Believe in her or not, what she said is powerful; what she changed for our girls is huge.

I bawled from that point forward. Morgan, having gotten to stay up and watch, with the knowledge that she needed to be rather quiet, asked me cautiously why I was crying. I did my best to explain. But Mama, she says, I want to be a judge, not the President. Bailey can be president, I’m not nice enough, but she is. Not the point little one, but that’s good that you know what you want. You get to choose, you can be whatever you want. Dream big.

Last night Hillary hopefully brought together the democratic party. I believe she made a difference in certain peoples views. I know there’s still a long way to go, but I do believe Obama can and will win this election. It’s more than that though; she did something that no women has been able to do. She got farther than any women has ever done and with tons of support behind her. She’s paved the way for the women of the future. For my little girls and any other little girl out there who wants to go that far. She’s changed history. There was a Post Secret a while back that had her picture on it and the words said something like, I will make it, I learned from watching her not make it. Not exact, I know, but still a powerful statement, because I know it’s true. Someday, a woman will be President.

When I was Morgan’s age, I wanted to be a teacher or a writer. At Morgan’s age, my mother wanted to be a prima ballerina. My grandmother is 86 years old; when she was six years old, she knew there was one thing she would be, a mother. If she were born today, she’d be the last person who would have had kids. She would have been a CEO of some major organization, an owner of a Fortune 500 or a world leader. But that wasn’t there for her, she was only given one choice. She didn’t know she was allowed to make a different choice. This same woman told my mother that she should marry a doctor, to have someone to take care of her forever. My mother, oh I love her for it, she told me I could be anything, do anything. For this, I’ll always be grateful. But I never would have thought to be a Judge or the President. Because women 30 years ago weren’t; there were very few women judges and no woman had tried to become President.

My babies are six and a half and four years old. One wants to be a Supreme Court Judge and the other a Transformer. Funny, yes, but dream big is what I tell them.

Last night Hillary Clinton made history; she changed history for the better and I thank her for it. I want a better world for my children, a world that is safe and free, a world where there is no limit to what they can be.

This morning when you came downstairs and I noticed that Morgan’s shirt (which was just purchased like 6 weeks ago) was now a belly shirt, I declared a day of shopping was in order. Can it be a girls day, you both asked? It wasn’t until we were in the car that one of you thanked me for doing this “cause this is our last one.” What do you mean, I asked. When brother is born, we can’t have girls day out, Bailey said, cause he’s a boy. Oh my little girls, this comment made my heart break a bit. I explained to you that when your baby brother is born, things will change, but I swear to you, we will still have girls day out. We will always have a girls day, till the end of my life, I promise this to you.

Your brother is an unknown at this point, for you both and for your daddy and I. But just like when we went from a family of three to a family of four, becoming a family of five will be okay. Better than okay, I’m sure. Great, in fact. A change and an adjustment, yes. But we are still us, he won’t change that, he’ll just add to it.

We went and had brunch, laughing at each others jokes. We shopped, buying clothes for just the two of you, until my hand was so swollen that I just couldn’t do it anymore. Then we went and got pedicures, something you both adore doing. We talked and sang and had a great time. Only once did I have to tell either of you to knock off the attitude. All in all a great day, just the three of us.

You two have become so big lately. So much more elementary age than babies. I’m starting to be able to imagine you as the women that you’ll one day become. Morgan especially you, as you’re a lot older than your sister. Today you told me that you want to be a Judge, so you can tell everyone what to do and so that you get to always have the final word. This cracked me up, because I can so see it. Your daddy and I have always thought you’d make a great lawyer, but I can see why you’d like to take it one step farther.

From sisters who wanted nothing to do with each other for the first two years of Bailey’s life, you have become best friends. You picked out a few different things today that matched each other, just in different colors. Twins, you said, we’ll pretend we’re twins. You mostly play well together. Bay you tell Morgs what to do, then she tells you what to do, by repeating what you had just said and it somehow works out perfectly. You sleep in the same bed together, whispering until one of you falls asleep. This is what I wanted for you. Sisters; the kind they make sappy books and Hallmark cards about. This is what I hoped for when they handed me my second girl, that you’d be like this.

Three weeks from now, give or take a few days, you’ll both be big sisters. Bailey for the first time, Morgan for the second. I know thing will change, that it will take time to adjust. But I also that you’ll both make awesome big sisters. Morgan you talk to my belly all the time; asking him questions like he’s here to answer. Bailey you spend tons of time rubbing my belly and poking at my belly button, kissing your brother every night. I know you’ll both adore him. I’m more worried about how spoiled he’ll be, than you two not liking him.

I’m so gad we spent today together, just the three of us. My amazing, independent, beautiful little girls. It was fun and made us all happy. I hope you both remember it, our girls day before boys and trucks and teeny socks take over our world.

I love you both,
Mama

So I broke my thumb. Or they’re pretty sure, since I wouldn’t let them x-ray me. Sorry I’d like my son to only have two ears if that’s all right. The doc was irritated, but the PA who did the half cast thingy was sweet. If when I go back in a week, it’s not better at all, I’ll have to let them x-ray it. I did it by moving the dam crib, not wanting to wait the five minutes for Logan to get home. I am pitiful and broken.

I’d been saving this meme for after the baby, but I thought I’d put it up today….since using my one hand to type (which I will continue to do just not as much) and do everything else is making it sore.

ABC MEME:

I realized the other day that I write posts like you all know everything about me. Some of you do, since I blogged for over a year before. But some of you are new here and I don’t want to leave you out of knowing how lame and boring I truly am. So I did a meme, the ABC meme. I’m actually shocked that I’ve been back for a month and this is the first meme I’ve done. I stole it from Mindy at Good Mom, Bad Mom.

Attached or single? Single…know any hottt mens? Ok, kidding, Logan and I have been married nine and half years. I got married at age ten.

Best friend? Oy I have a bunch. My husband of course, who payed me to say this. We’ve known each other since the first day of high school. James, who I’ve known since our moms used to bathe us together as infants. Kate & Chris, who James and I met and accepted into our cult in Preschool. Emily, who we tricked into joining us in kindergarten. And Steph, who was dumb enough to marry Chris, who we met in college. We are like some lame ass after school special.

There was one other, Andrew, who we lost in college. 10 years have past, but he’s still one of us and always will be; we’d known him forever.

Cake or Pie? Cake all the way, I’m not that into pie.

Day of Choice? Saturday when there is no soccer.

Essential Item? Coffee.

Favorite color? Green I guess.

Gummy bears or worms? Sour watermelon gummies.

Hometown? Los Angeles.

Indulgence? Starbucks; Twitter.

January or July? September or April. I am not a fan of extreme cold or heat.

Kids? Nope, sold them on eBay last night. Got ten dollars each. Ok…yes. Morgan Aubrey, age 6.7, Bailey Regan age 4; boy age negative 3ish weeks.

Life isn’t complete…. Um, good to know.

Marriage Date? March 3rd, 1999

Number of Brothers and Sisters?Two brothers, Adam and Justin, identical twins, 26 years old. Have two step-sibs but I don’t count them.

Oranges or Apples? Raspberries

Phobias? Oh shit did the voices ask you to ask me this?

Quote? I’m sure I have some, but I’m too tired to come up with them.

Reasons to Smile?My kids, my husband, baby clothes, fresh coffee.

Season of Choice? Fall, I love jeans and sweaters; leaves falling; cuddling up with blankies. I love that I live in a place where we get a fall. LA has two seasons, rain and not rain.

Tag Seven People? I don’t feel like I can do this, but if you want to, let me know and I’ll add your name and site link here.

Unknown Fact? I sometimes take pictures of my kids, not because they are being overly cute, but because the outfit they are wearing is so cute that I must have photographic evidence.

Vegetable? Is there a question in there somewhere?

Worst habits? Checking my phone all day. Texting and blogging at work. Besides that, I have none. Hahahaha.

XRay or Ultrasound? Um ultrasounds I guess. I don’t really like either, except getting to check up on the fetus known as boy who has taken over my ribcage.

Your favorite food? Spicy tuna roll, which I dream about every night.

Zodiac sign? Taurus

Ok, maybe not. I’m not really that mean, I promise. At least not most days.

So here’s the deal on the name, we’re getting down to it. And by that I mean to say we have a list that we argue about constantly. But we both like all of these choices, so now it’s down to which one. Honestly if we end up waiting until he’s born at this point, I’m okay with it, since we at least have choices going into it. Which was more than we had with Bailey.

So here’s the names we like…well love. They are all equal in our heads. At this point we’re not willing to change them around. The few that don’t have middle names, need completely different middle names, cause I am that big of a freak.

Harrison Thomas

Alexander Milo or possibly Miles…not quite sure which sounds better. We both equally like both names.

Beckett Charles – Charles after my grandpa who is on Hospice.

Tristan Gabriel – Gabriel after Logan’s Grandpa

Wyatt Samuel – Samuel is Logan’s dad’s middle and his brother’s first name, but we both adore the name and have been told they’d love us to use it if we want.

Jackson, Owen, Ryder, Brennan, and Rowen, all of which are still in the running, but we are at a loss for middle names that sound right with them.

Names that have been vetoed for good: James, Liam, Tate (sorry Alissa, I was pulling for this one), Lachlan, Finlay, Micah, Dylan, Blake & Nolan Ryan…I wish I was kidding on that last one. My husband is that lame.

Also: Dude (Debra, I laughed my ass off) & Ezra Jonas have officially been cut.

So what do you think? I’d love opinions, as long as it isn’t: my husbands, cousins, brother’s, first wife’s ex-husband was named Jack and was an asshat. Cause that, not so helpful. Anything else would be welcome.

Oh and fallback girl names, just in case are Hayden Vanessa and Addison Paige.