Big auction...Karen remember??

Don't hold your breath, likely she is making sure you don't lol

I love it, you came up with the ultimate punishment for both. One of her more lovable traits was that she never lifted a hand to do anything for herself. My dear FIL did it all from cooking to cleaning to doing the marketing. As a matter of fact, he took a job in the local supermarket doing all kinds of things just to get out of the house.

It turned out he was so good at it that the Corporate owned small group of markets started to hire seniors in all their stores and when he died at 87, the day after he left the store early because he wasn't feeling well, the whole Executive staff came to his funeral and announced to us that they were putting his picture in the windows of the markets with a plaque stating that he was the one who started their senior hire program.

Happily for me, that made her crazy because it meant more time for him to be out and for her to have to get her own drink of water.

No way Lucille - my first MIL was right from hell and she wanted everyone to join her there. As a young working bride I kept a very nice clean house, worked at that when I got home from work ... but in she'd march with a bucket and a mop to wash the floors cuz she didn't think I knew how. She was a bitch on wheels. When my daughter was born with hydrocephalus and after I *escaped* her son, she told everyone she could that MY daughter was retarded (a word which is not used anymore thankfully). She came to my home one day after all this and I told her to get the hell off my stoop or I'd kick her off - she left in a hurry - where I ever got the courage to do that is beyond me

- I was such a naive little thing then. My daughter is a healthy young lady of 40 with two wonderful kids. She ruined every dinner we had to have at her house - it would start out nicely then IT would slowly build - and bam! - no one ever finished their meal in that house. FIL finally left her after many years of marriage and and found another beautiful partner in life. My second MIL was a dream - that FIL was in a Veteran's Home at the time and we never really got to know each other and I only met him once. Nope, Never - your MIL would never make mine look like a wimp ... mine would make yours look like an angel. Maybe we should all get together and write a book about horrible MIL's. :-))

Sharon (N.B.)

Amazing how these women can overlook their sons' worst behavior and find ways to blame everything on the DIL.

One of mine, we were having financial problems, which she blamed on me. The check register showed, in my handwriting, rent, electric, phone, groceries, and in his handwriting "Custom-made darts $100" (which, of course, then required the regular expenditure for purchasing beer at the pub to have a place to throw the darts). Well, that was OK because her darling son needed to have some entertainment, but she glommed onto one check in the prior six months "LNS $5" as the sole cause of all our problems.

No way Lucille - my first MIL was right from hell and she wanted everyone to join her there. As a young working bride I kept a very nice clean house, worked at that when I got home from work ... but in she'd march with a bucket and a mop to wash the floors cuz she didn't think I knew how. She was a bitch on wheels. When my daughter was born with hydrocephalus and after I *escaped* her son, she told everyone she could that MY daughter was retarded (a word which is not used anymore thankfully). She came to my home one day after all this and I told her to get the hell off my stoop or I'd kick her off - she left in a hurry - where I ever got the courage to do that is beyond me

- I was such a naive little thing then. My daughter is a healthy young lady of 40 with two wonderful kids. She ruined every dinner we had to have at her house - it would start out nicely then IT would slowly build - and bam! - no one ever finished their meal in that house. FIL finally left her after many years of marriage and and found another beautiful partner in life. My second MIL was a dream - that FIL was in a Veteran's Home at the time and we never really got to know each other and I only met him once. Nope, Never - your MIL would never make mine look like a wimp ... mine would make yours look like an angel. Maybe we should all get together and write a book about horrible MIL's. :-))

Sharon (N.B.)

I can match you that story and raise you a dollar. I shouldn't in public, but I'm tired and I'm saying to hell with protocol.

This woman was the bitch of all time. She said horrid things and insisted it was okay to do that in the name of her religion, which she practiced when it was convenient and ignored when it was not. She wouldn't acknowledge the existence of his granddaughter because she suffered from a genetic disease and was always getting sick. Most of all my dislike of this person stems from the fact that she abandoned my sweet FIL at one of his most vulnerable moments. She refused to attend his granddaughter's funeral because she was very busy and had important things to do. Then, when we visited a couple of weeks later, all photos and evidence of that child's existence or anything to do with my part of the family including my wedding pictures were gone from her home. He stuck with her because he was an old world, hard working man, who couldn't remotely fathom the idea of divorce, but she never, ever did anything to make his life easier. As a matter of fact, when my husband was in the hospital deathly ill, she told his father not to visit so often because it would be a waste of valuable time.

When my FIL died she said she couldn't go to his funeral but my sister-in-law told her it wouldn't look nice for her neighbors or her temple friends so she gave in, but she was late and I had to act the hostess at the funeral parlor.

Sorry for the terrible story to start the New Year. She's gone and I hope she's rotting in hell.

Lucille

Mine is the opposite problem. DIL decided before she even met us that she hated us. Strange, because all our kids other friends love us. At the wedding she made it very clear that she would have preferred it if DS had been a complete orphan (with a fat trust fund). Once she was safely married, she would not rest until they had gone "home" to Sacramento, even though she had earlier moved to D.C. to live with him, and then here.

They have a three year old DD whom I met once for about ten minutes when she was just over a year old. They also have a one year old boy. We had hoped to go visit them this last year, but my health did not permit. In any case, it was made VERY clear that we will stay in a hotel, not with them, and that we will visit only when DS is home from work. He stays in touch, e-mails pix etc., but I notice that he calls us either from his car while on the road, or on the speakerphone while he is simultaneously watching the kids and either (a) painting the walls or (b) cleaning house and cooking dinner.

When we had to evacuate after Hurricane Katrina, and I called him from where we had landed to tell him we were safe, he said "If you want to come here, Mom, I'll help you and Dad to look for a short-term one-bedroom apartment." In the second most expensive living area in the nation? No thanks, I can do better than that all by myself. I do stay in touch with the children, send presents for all occasions etc., and she will learn what I think of her when she reads my will.

Olwyn Mary in New Orleans.

The hell you will. Mi guest room es su guest room.

Why thank you very much. I may just take you up on that. I am hoping to come out there in the late Spring, once there is no more danger of snow in Denver. I prefer that route, as it is two hops of 2.75 hours each with, on the way there, a decent layover so I can feed the diabetic dh onthe ground between planes.

Olwyn Mary in New Orleans.

Funny thing that - my aunt's DIL is a bitch on wheels too. Hated everything to do with my cousin's family - immediate and extended. Oh - and his childhood friends. After about 4 years, she refused to "go north" and then started returning or tossing presents that were mailed for the girls. Then one day, just about the time my cousin was looking forward to retirement from the Navy (civilian, not career) and doing something less taxing on their relationship (and their oldest started having mental health issues). Then she started on what a misery he was, how unhappy she was (above and beyond the earlier stuff), what lowlifes his family and friends were. I think it was a relief when she kicked him out and took the house.

My MIL - we never did become close, but we weren't enemies either.

BUT - my BIL and my Dad - that is gett> Mine is the opposite problem. DIL decided before she even met us that

We're venting Lucille - so that the New Year will be a clean slate for us. :-)) She sounds like a dandy for sure. She and my former MIL are probably raising hell in hell.

Sharon (N.B.)

Heck, they have probably take over! C

Naa-- With mine she was too lazy and used to sitting on her fat butt to take over. More likely she found some poor dope that is doing her bidding while she whines and complains. Try very hard not to go to hell. That way you might be able to avoid all the bicked witches.

Vent Over-

Happy New Year,

Lucille