Two-fer

Okay, first the thing about the XXX video store.  When I was a kid, the building where it is used to be a florist's shop.  It's a funny looking stand alone building that has a peeked roof that very much resembles an old fashioned circus tent.  Actually, the whole building looks kinda like a circus tent except it's a concrete and metal construction.

I don't remember what color it was when it was still the florist's shop, but when the XXX place took it over, they painted the building in several shades of titty pink.  Now, to my favorite feature. ;)  When it used to be the florist's, they had a big display window that they would always dress with seasonal or holiday themed decorations.  The XXX place has carried on this tradition.  Now they have scantily clad female mannequins that they dress in holiday themed attire.  Like for St. Patrick's Day they'll dress them in sexy green things with leprechaun hats and shamrocks, or for the Fourth of July they'll dress them in red, white, and blue bras, thongs, corsets, and what-not.  What I'm looking forward to is the Halloween display.  They'll have 'em all dressed up as sexy witches and have bats and cobwebs and spiders and things all around.

Of course, as you can probably guess, QoH *HATES* the place.  Oh isn't it so awful and terrible.  What a bunch of perverts and degenerates go there.  I think the window display is funny and the fact that QoH hates it makes it all the better.  :)

I think the reason I thought of this was over at the PD forum one of the members was telling how her either mother or mother-in-law, I don't recall which, was snooping through her house to try to find something to do the "gotcha!" with.  Anyway, she eventually found an old lime that someone left in a ceramic container on the counter.  Then she complained that the poster's house was sooooo dirty!  Oh, the horror!  Someone left a *lime* in a container!  Anyway, one of the other commenters who has a wicked sense of humor suggested that the OP should go buy a dildo, the larger and freakier the better, like one with lots of moving parts or tentacles or something, and leave it in one of the kitchen drawers for the next time the woman comes over to snoop.  Everyone thought that was a great idea.  LOL

Now, item number two.  When I was a kid, my mother found this ridiculously old fashioned and outdated book called White Gloves and Party Manners(I'm sure in a thrift store since she had a thing for dragging me to every thrift store in town) to use to teach me manners like a proper little robot, er...proper young lady.  Since she is a big ol' narcissist, having a well trained little dog, er...child would get her lots of compliments and strokes, all things which narcissists love.

Anyway, I don't recall what made me think of the damned thing, probably once again something someone mentioned over at the PD forum about how the NPD mothers liked to have a well trained little child to show off and get compliments and how they don't want the child to have thought's of their own, but to only think the way the narc thinks.  Like one poster wrote about her N mother saying that the child's thinking was "wrong" because it wasn't the way the N thinks. (Sounds just like QoH.)  Of course it isn't.  No one can have another's thoughts, but narcs want you to think like them and even be mind readers to anticipate everything that the narc wants and to do it obediently and without complaint, otherwise you are WRONG!!!!eleventy!!!  QoH actually said that to me the other day.  She said that my thinking is wrong.  And during the episode with the car batteries she told me that I am always wrong and everything I do is wrong.  One of her favorite things to say to me when I was a kid whenever I did something that she didn't like was "What is *wrong* with you?"  And I am supposed to be normal and well adjusted after this kind of upbringing?  Fuck her.

But I'm getting off topic.  Back to that damned book.  She used to make me sit in a chair and be still and not say anything while she stood over me and read from that fucking book all the things about manners and behaviors that I was supposed to do.  It was fucking torture.

Not that I would ever have kids since it's a little too late for that now, but I would *never* do that to any kid of mine.  Sure, teaching a child manners is important, but for the child's worth to be performance based is just wrong, wrong, wrong, like QoH is.  She is the epitome of wrongness, not me.

Oh!  And she just came in here not 5 minutes ago screaming in my face and calling me a liar over some fucking matzoh meal.  I *told* that dumb bitch that we had some and then she comes in here holding the very container of meal and calling me a liar?  If you are fucking *holding* the shit in your fucking hand, how am I a liar?  The fucking store didn't have any.  I told her we *did* have some.  Fucking bitch hears what she wants to hear and interprets things to suit her twisted mind.  She also called me a sick lesbian again as if one has to do with the other.  What is her fucking hang up with that?  I don't get it other than she knows it pisses me off.  Nothing pisses me off more than someone *lying* about something and insisting that it is true.  Double standard much?  Fucking die already, bitch!  >:(

So back to this stupid book.  I looked it up last night and apparently this thing is still being published(it was originally published in 1965) and without any updates or revisions.   Anyone who buys this thing without a hint of irony has to be the most pretentious of assholes(like QoH).  I call her QoH, but she's like a combo of Cora and Joan Crawford.  Ugh.