Tuesday, April 19, 2011

The Art of Bitchdom

I can absolutely depend on my next savior anytime I need a laugh. She is blunt. She has a potty mouth. And she is downright hilarious. Introducing (if you aren't already blessed to know her) Mrs. Hyde from A Bitch Called Mom.

The Art of Bitchdom

This is only my second ever guest post, so I'm not completely familiar with the etiquette of it. Come to think of it, I'm not all that familiar with etiquette period. But Jumble Mash is very busy right now, so I thought it would be exceptionally classy of me to help her out. I am awesomeness dipped in chocolate and served on a bed of diamonds. I know.

Let me warn you that I'm not anything like Jumble Mash. I say that because you guys are used to her sweetness and sunshine and I'm mostly a...um..well, I'm a bitch. Hence the name of my most popular blog, A Bitch Called Mom. Insert shameless self-promotion here.

Bitchin' ain't easy. You'd think it would be what with celebrities running around making it look like a piece of cake. Like Ellen Degeneres. Helping people and giving away prizes on fake game shows and dancing her skinny ass all over the place...What a bitch, right? It takes finely-honed skill, nay, talent to perfect the art of bitchdom. I should know. I practice my craft every single day.

Just the other day, for example, I was in one of my "classes" (I parenthesize the word because I have no intention of telling you what kind of class it is. I can't have you all up in my business. I don't know you like that.) and the "teacher" was trying to recall a certain song that would go a long way toward helping her make her point. I thought I might know the song, as did several others, but none of us could think of the name. Except this one woman.

I want to interject that this woman is a psycho. Her very existence depends upon her getting married and having kids before she turns 40. She'll be thirty-nine in a couple of weeks. Needless to say, she drives me batshit crazy with her incessant whining about not having a man and not being married and not having kids. She asks everybody for advice and we all try to help her, but all she does is piss and moan some more. Maybe if she'd shut the fuck up for two seconds, she could get a man to do her. There are plenty of ways she could use her mouth to land herself a man and none of them involve whining. Just saying. Also, she doesn't listen and she always has to be right. Always.

Now for my part, I was going nuts trying to think of the name of this song. You know how you're trying to recall some tidbit of information, but it's playing hide and seek in the crumbling crevices of your rum-soaked brain? No? It's just me? Well, anyway, the teacher and I had already established that she and I were thinking of two completely different songs, but it was still driving me crazy trying to remember the name of my song, the one that was sitting on the tip of my tongue taunting me with its elusiveness. 

Psycho Betty, not her real name, decided that the song we were both looking for was "The Climb" by Miley Cyrus. I said, "No, that's not the song I'm thinking of. The song I'm thinking of is sung by a dude." 

She says, "No, it's not. It's "The Climb" by Miley Cyrus." Wow! I didn't know that bitch could read minds. Even so, her skills are grossly underdeveloped because I hear a man's voice singing in my head. I think I know the difference between Miley Cyrus' annoying feminine twang and the smooth baritone of a man.

By this time, I had completely given up on the teacher's song. I tried to relay this to Psycho Betty, but she didn't hear me. All she heard was her inner psycho telling her that she was correct. I went into the hall to call home and ask my ten-year-old if she could remember the song that was, at this point, about to cause either a psychotic break on my part or an early death on Psycho Betty's part. That's how much both the song and the bitch were getting on my nerves.

"'Live Like We're Dying' by Kris Allen, my brilliant daughter says.

Yes! I can relax now.

Not quite.

Psycho Betty insists, "Mrs. Hyde, the song you're looking for is "The Climb" by Miley Cyrus."

I lost it. "That's not the fucking song, you neurotic moron! If you say "The Climb" one more time, my foot is going to climb right up your ass." The whole class went silent, even Betty and the teacher. Oops. Let that be a lesson to all you Psycho Bettys out there: just shut the hell up and listen sometimes. 

I didn't mean to go off on Betty. I actually like her and I did apologize to her later. I normally try to restrain my bitchdom in public. But sometimes...every now and then when the psychos threaten your sanity, you just gotta let that Bitch roam free.

Read what I have to say this week at www.thewellfedspirit.blogspot.com. OR if you're in a bitchy mood, check out www.abitchcalledmom.blogspot.com.


Laynee said...

I would have done the same thing. Drives me nuts when someone tries to tell me what I'm thinking.

Nicki said...

HAHAHAHA! One of my favorite guest posts so far. Hilarious.

I think people like Psycho Betty are why I avoid interactions with people as much as I possibly can. I'm incapable of going off on them. I just tend to stand there, head-tilted and frozen, like a dog that hears a high-pitched whistle and can't figure out how to make it stop.

Oilfield Trash said...

Great guest post!!!

I love me some Mrs Hyde.

Mrs. Hyde said...

Laynee- I know right? If that bitch is so good at reading minds, how come she doesn't know why every man she knows runs screaming away from her?

Nicki- Thanks! I don't mind going off on people at all, so if you need a hand, send the psychos to me.

OT-Love ya back, babe!

JM- Thanks for letting me crash!

Bouncin' Barb said...

Mrs. Hyde, as always you are brilliant and I adore your outbursts because they are so much like my own.

JM...Great choice of a guest post. You done good kid!!

Teresa - in the Middle Side of Life said...

LOL! you are truly a riot!

Jo-Anne Mother and Nanna said...

Damn that was bloody awsome I loved it what I hate is when I can not remember something.......Like when I am laying in bed and think of a awsome blog but when I get up the following morning for the love of me I can not remember what the hell it was.

Julie said...

Mrs Hyde - i'm sitting here laughing, cos you did what all of us want to do to someome sometimes!! Doesn't often happen, but when it does, it feels sooooo good!!!! You're the kinda bitch i think i'd enjoy having in my life!!!

Mynx said...

Totally awesome Mrs Hyde and I know exactly what you were feeling.
Despise people who seem to think they know what is in my head and just wont bloody listen

JM, you are have the best guest posts :)

Katsidhe said...

I love your bitchiness, Mrs. Hyde.~ Sometimes you just have to pull a neurotic moron back down to earth. ;-)

The Onion said...

I am loving the bitchiness, and I think I may share the same symptoms.

I also have a 10 year old who can answer questions like that for me in a snap. I think she lacks the rum on the brain.

I am now a loyal follower...since I need more fun blogs to read instead of doing what i am supposed to be doing.

Come over to the layers and see the weirdness when you get a chance.


Jax said...

Wow, now I don't normally like bitchy people but I have to say Mrs. Hyde has a way with bitchiness. Can I some more please?