My Bytch Blog

OK so I have some updates to my crazy life if anyone in the world cares to know: Today marks the 3rd week my house has been on the market. In 14 days we've had 7 showings. Not bad. Of course, not great either since we are still not under contract. Anyone want to buy a house in Colorado...shoot me an e-mail : ) We are finally under contract with the house of my dreams. Absolutely love it! It has everything I want. Of course the previous owners were, well let's say, less than vigilant on the maintenance of this house. SO, I do have somethings I need to fix and change but overall, I'm pretty excited. In the middle of all this fun frenzy, we are scheduled to go to Disney World and Universal in Florida in July; and although I am looking forward to the vacation, I am still nervous about the house issue. I had my mammogram and it came back that I do not have cancer! YEAH! My whole family took a collective sigh of relief. I am still trying to beat my August deadline on my new b...

Here's where I am in my boring life. Remember that boob strain I got? Well, I went to the doctor's just to make sure it was nothing. Now I'm not sure. The doctor now wants me to get a diagnostic mammogram and ultrasound. Now I'm officially freaked out. The doctor wants to make sure that everything is ok. I am scared. I know women younger than me that have had breast cancer. I really don't want to go crazy about this until there IS something to freak about but of course I can't help but worry. Then I have this whole house issue. I found a house I want and put in an offer. Now they have countered with a ridiculous amount of money and earnest provision. Also, we have had 4 showings in 5 days and don't get me wrong I'm not bytching about that but I do have to pack the kids and the dogs, all three, in the car and get the hell out of Dodge. I am exhausted from worry. Worry about my health, worry about the house. It's just one long worry and I think I am ...

OK, so everyone knows I'm moving. This experience has made me feel so old. I have been packing and cleaning and staging and everything else to get the house ready to sell and I feel it everywhere. I have aches and pains where I never had before, where no one should ever have pain. When my husband and I first got married we moved almost every year for the first seven years and I had no problems with it. But now, we have been in the same house for seven years and I cannot believe how much crap I have and to top it off I think I broke my boob. Yes! You heard correctly. I think I strained my right boob. Every time I bend down to get something it hurts so bad. I even cup it on the way to get a bra...how sad is that?!? Of course I would be mortified if I knew half of the people that read this blog. Lucky for me most of you are in Sweden and Russia. Anywho..I have finally found the house of my dreams but it does need a little work. I don't mind really. This is suppos...

I have this person who I have “friended” on Facebook. Before I get too deep into my bytch session, I am sure I am not the only one in the world that has had this issue but I am perplexed at why it even happens. I digress. This person was, I thought, my friend. At the very least I would classify this person as a well-known acquaintance. It seems that we are friendly on Facebook but in “real life” I’m not even acknowledged. Here’s what’s going on. I found myself in a social situation the other day and this person was there. I didn’t run over and talk to this person as I was busy at first but then I realized that this person saw me and purposefully did not seem to want to talk to me. I was confused and yes, my feelings were hurt. I don’t think that I have done anything to offend this person so why did this person feel it necessary to treat me this way? By the way, this is NOT the first time this has happened. This is actually the second. I let the first incident go because I thought it ...

Well, it's official. We have decided to torture and exhaust ourselves to no end. Yes, we are moving. We are in the process of packing all of our things and getting the hell out of Dodge. Well, not really. We don't even want to leave the area we live in, just the house. You know you have buyers remorse when you're crying at the closing. Well, that's what I did. From the beginning I hated this house. It had nothing I wanted, even if I compromised. Now, I find that I am scared of leaving my six year prison palace and walking out into the world into something new and wanted. It also brings to light that I have a lot of crap. It's amazing how much stuff you can accumulate over the years. Pictures of friends and family, memories of happy times, that thong you don't quite remember purchasing...what I am trying to say is that I realize that I have too much stuff. So I have decided to pair down. I am getting rid of the old and not buying anything new. For those of you ...

As my four readers know, life is change. We change as we get older. We change when we get out of school. We change into adults...well some change into adults others just get bigger but stay kids mentally. Anyway, life is change. As for me, my life is changing again. It seems that I have happily skipped down a path that I didn't intend to and ran into a road block. So now I have to find another path do go down. I am being vague for a reason. I am moving on to another adventure and am looking forward to seeing what windows of opportunities are out there. They, whoever "they" are, say that life never closes a door without opening a window. Of course, if I can't find a window open I'll just kick one open. For those of you who know what my husband bought me for my anniversary, I will be riding in style down my new path. It does make me wonder. Life can be unexpected and joyous, then it could be down right mean and kick you in the face when you're smiling. Either...

It wasn't that long ago that I read an article that American's were becoming ruder. It was scary to read this article because it was true. Everything that they mentioned in the article was terribly and embarrassingly enough true. I have already vented about how people don't care about each other, There are no smiles in the aisles at the store, no neighbors that care enough to say "Hi, how are you?", no one bothers to RSVP for parties but they still show, etc. I could go on but I don't want to bytch all night. Well...perhaps a little bytching won't kill me : ) Today, I got another taste of why this article was written. I was at King Sooper looking for some cupcakes for my son's upcoming birthday, when this old fart just darted out in front of my basket nearly hitting me. I stopped, stunned at the fact that I was blindsided by a senior sack of s#*t and watched him just keep walking without a care in the world. I loudly said "You're excused...