Those things are superpricey.
I did the Target thing first too, and gasped, and put 'em back.
Eddie Bauer has a warehouse outlet around here that has the best best best deals and last time I was there I got some gym pants that were originally $74 (WHY were they $74? I haven't the slightest) for $6.99. Yepyepyep.
And they hide the pinchability (which I so have) pretty well, too. (Maybe that's why they were $74.)
Squinney, yikes.
You're the glue, ya know. Part of the glue territory.
snowing here - been sunzero for days and drive home was 70 minutes
i am tired and also not feeling well - fevering - yuks i hate this stuff
Husker!
Just where in the heck have you been?
Yeah!
And...what in the world were you doing, out driving for that long in subzero weather with a FEVER???
(This better be good!)
boomer been sleeping since las tpost
eva
have to work company got bought up
<Wondering what I might have admired lately that might be bringing snow to the southeast...I know it wasn't my butt... What could...)
Oh, my! Maybe He DOES see everything!
Posting in anticipation of cabin fever. And this will beat all your going-batshit stories, ladies! Because the winter shall pass, hang on to your hats (& muffler & snow boots) for another month or two.
My MIL will be here to stay for 6 BLEAK months. I shall be a prisoner in my own home. I will work longer than usual hours, make my baby stay in her daycare for longer than usual hours - so that we can both get home late, and deal with her for an hour or two LESS.
I will eat, for 6 months, what she cooks. I will rear my baby for 6 months with her eye boring into my back. I will not have a quiet moment with my husband for 6 months. I will not have a quiet moment with MYSELF, for 6 months.
I will spend more than I normally would, for 6 months. I will be servile, and a dutiful DIL, for 6 months.
I will be sullen, for 6 months. I am going batshit - in anticipation.
Beat that!
Ooof, that looks hard to beat.
You can't do anything about it/ shorten the visit? (I mean, 6 months!!! Gack.)
Holy batshit, Heatwave!
You totally win.
I'm going to put on my fancy new gym pants and enjoy the day -- happy that I didn't spend $74 per pair and that my MIL is safely home halfway across the country.
Nope. Can't do nuffink! It's the Indian way.
Oh, Heatwave, that's terrible.... (well, in my opinion).
Mother in law memories here... and that's from just visiting her (their) home. Luckily, they only visited us for a few hours at a time.
It really is terrible, ossobuco. I firmly believe that there are probably just a handful of people on this Earth that have a bad core. MIL is one of them. Not trying to be dramatic, that's just a fact.
I want to hear more about Boomerang's ass in the gym pants, which I would be delighted to give my appreciation of if you would post some pictures.
Heatwave, I hope she is not thinking of moving here. I can just (fractionally) imagine dealing with this situation for six months and keepinig to the older cultural ways. But as a permanent situation, I can't, er, being me, imagine not adjusting the power structure in my own home - here in the US anyway.
I'm thinking back..
I have friends in Los Angeles that are from different cultures. He is an american of irish extraction and she is from an indian family, raised in Canada. They are both highly regarded, busy, high earning professionals, and have two children. Her parents do visit and stay awhile each time, but more in terms of a few weeks, not parts of a year, and when they do, my friends have spoken of it as helpful. I guess it's a different dynamic, both that her parents live in Canada, and my friends are in definite charge of their household, together.
Oy vey.
It will happen, eventually (Parents-IL moving in with us). My husband is the older son, and it falls to the elder sons, traditionally, to take care of aging parents.
It is an extremely stressful situation b/c I guess I am pretty set in my ways, used to running my house, our lives as a family of three. There is an immense personality clash between mil & me. That is why I wrote dutiful and sullen, both, in my earlier post. She is the most high-maintenance person that I know. There is just too much drama when she around - constant tension. To the extent that I am certain that I went into labor early with my daughter because she was around, and there was ongoing drama about something stupid.
Anyway. Sorry, boomerang, for derailing your thread. I want to know too, how you made out at the gym..... And totally envious of your un-pinchable legs & bottom.
On word, heatwave: guesthouse.
_Heatwave_ wrote:Nope. Can't do nuffink! It's the Indian way.
Good idea re. a guest house. Is this possible or else can you manage several long & short vacations (yours)? How frail & elderly -- can you leave them to run the household?
Boomerang -- joining the others in envying Your Unpinchable-ness. My madhouse is that I can't "dig out" from Christmas and things are piling up. We've had horrendous weather since Thanksgiving and I hardly know where to start whenever I face the mountain of cleaning, putting away, etc. I know I'm ready for Spring -- I actually want to do a thorough spring cleaning (and that is not like me).
Speaking as a mother-in-law, some mothers-in-law really try to be pleasant people.
I LOVE my mother in law. She's welcome here anytime. She just needs to leave Mr. Knowitall at home.
You too can have an ass like mine - here's how you do it:
Spend the first 16 years of your life too young to drive.
Spend the next 16 years too poor to own a car.
Bonus: get a job in a restaurant built on six levels so you spend your days running up and down stairs. Do this intermittenly for 10 years.
Double bonus: become a photographer so you never ever get to sit down again. It is a great career for the step-areobic set.
Triple bonus: you never get in the habit of driving so when you finally can own a car you leave it parked in the driveway 99% of the time.
Easy!
Piffka - my house has been a wreck since Thanksgiving too. Half done this and just started that. Spring cannot come soon enough.
boomerang wrote:You too can have an ass like mine - here's how you do it:
I thought this was going to be the story of how you married Mr. B.
