Oh lady, I love this post! I don't think what you've written is irrational at all. I would get irked by things like that, too. I have to thank you for a great laugh

If you wish to give off light, you must endure the burning.

At least the one about not knowing when it is time to come inside when a storm hits.

My SS used to be petrified of thunder storms. So, brilliant me, took him outside during a Texas mid summer thunder boomer. We sat in the driveway watching the dry lightening and very loud thunder until a bolt blasted cloud to cloud right over our house. I damned near crapped my pants. I looked at my Son (SS) and said "It is probably a good time to go inside don't you think?" "Ya Dad, good idea". He was about 5yo. Of course I followed the incident up once we got back in the house with a very serious lecture about how "I thought it was a good idea to take you out so you could see that if you are smart about how you deal with stuff that scares you nothing bad will happen". My wife was laughing her ass off in the Kitchen because my Son was sitting on the sofa looking up at me with the "Yep, Dad you are the Man" look while I was loading him up with a complete cargo of BullShit. She informed me after I got done giving the kid my brilliant lesson on how if you pay attention you can stay safe that the whole time I was talking to him I had wide streak of sweat down the back of my shirt and I was still a little shakey from the near miss lightening strike.

Of course I had to harrumph and defend my manly honor then weasle my way quietly back to the bedroom until I stopped sweating and shaking.

The really stupid part about this story? .................... I am a degreed Electrical Engineer.

Us Men are so brilliant sometimes we just can't stand how smart we are.

Yep, I AM A MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Arrrrr, Arrrrrrr, Arrrrrrrr.

Now I go hang my head in total humiliation for being too stupid to follow my own advice to never ever reveal this story to anyone.

I never said my Man Card had the Smart endorcement on it.

Best regards,

Success is rarely final. Failure is rarely fatal. It is character, courage and consistency of effort that count. Vince Lombardi (with some minor Rags modifications) To each according to their performance, screw Karl Marx. (Rags)

This is annoying. I hate anything that helps the BMs continue to need and be dependent on our husbands. I think it's totally inappropriate. If they are not competent enough to, uh, bring their children in out of a storm, then they should probably not have unsupervised custody. My H is pretty good about this stuff and hates talking to Psycho as much as I hate listening to him talking to her, but I still have to step in sometimes and say when I think he's giving her too much info. He went from flinching whenever his phone rang and not handling her multiple personalities (not really, but she can go from sickly sweet to raging b(*&^ in a second if she wants something or doesn't get her way) to not being affected when she calls and maintaining a cold, calm tone of voice no matter what crazy stuff she pulls. We decided that contacting her is going to be based on a "need to know" basis and our personal lives, small talk and non-skid talk is off limits.
A few people at his work got the swine flu (while we were out of town, fortunately) and they were immediately sent home and they upped their hygiene and safety standards (no one can come in to work with the flu, face masks handed out for those who want them, free flu shots, hand sanitizer dispensers etc...) and my H has shown no signs of flu. The guys at his work had the flu really mildly as well. So anyway, H told me he was going to call Psycho and tell her that there was swine flu at his work and I vetoed the phone call because it seems totally unnecessary and would cause all kinds of ridiculous drama I foresaw her trying to block his custody and generally freaking out and using it as an excuse to get involved in our lives. She is always trying to get info about our lives by pumping the skids (she's too stupid to realize they tell us exactly what she says and what she wants to know) and I can actually see her wanting to know what kind of hand soap we use and stuff like that. Considering that the skids would look like filthy street children if it weren't for us and it's a challenge to keep them clean as it is, you would think that she wouldn't care, but she would absolutely use something like that to try to inject herself into our lives and make comments. If we invited her in the front door, she would try to move into a bedroom.
My H was totally fine with not calling her about this after we discussed it and if he got sick or showed any symptoms we would immediately go to the doc and let her know, but as far as i'm concerned it's none of her business.
I'm curious though, what kind of "policy" do all of you have about this stuff? Do you limit conversations to kid related stuff and even then do you do "above and beyond" info sharing like the storm watch stuff? Our BM is Borderline, so it makes it a little different and I know that with a normal BM it might be easier to set boundaries and have them respected, but with ours, if given the chance she will ALWAYS take the low road and cause trouble.

"A lot of people are afraid to tell the truth. That’s where toughness comes into play. Toughness isn’t being a bully, it’s having a backbone.” ~Robert Kiyosaki

Rags, that story cracked me up! Thanks for the laugh!

is in the Mail!

Don't ya just LOVE these psycho women who try to play that whole, "I'm such a wonderful parent! No one can parent better than me" card?

We deal with one of those, too. Just plain nuts. It's SO over-the-top crazy that we actually LAUGH about it now. It's a standing joke with us in our home.

DHs ex has a "thing" about thunderstorms and tornados. Now we don't live in a tornado-prone area. In fact, there has NEVER been a tornado on record in our area. EVER.

But...whenver there is so much as a thunderstorm warning, sure enough, the phone will ring and it's BM is calling the girls to "take cover in the basement!"

Are you kidding me????

Now I just LOVE thunderstorms and the power of nature. I have always taught the kids to take proper precautions, but to enjoy it as well- that thunderstorms can be AWESOME.

So at our house, we all pull up chairs in front of our big sliding glass windows to watch the "show" that Mother Nature has provided, as we have a large open field behind our house and the lightning show is terrific.

I'm SURE that leaves BMs panties in a twist because I'm exposing her children to such DANGER while she's cowering somewhere in her basement!

Hey, it's been over six years, and I haven't "lost one" yet!
}:-)

"Of course things worked out nicely for Carol Brady...she had a live-in maid and Mike's first wife was DEAD!"

I think I might have just wet my pants a little

.."If we invited her in the front door, she would try to move into a bedroom."

TRAGIC YET SO FUNNY!!!

If you wish to give off light, you must endure the burning.