Since all I usually do is complain here, I need to shut myself up and express thanks. I am so grateful to my family and friends for the incredible birthday weekend. First of all, I really am thankful that I am 50 (sputter, spit, sigh), since poor Tony only lived to be 38. And I am lucky to have a husband that loves me and does so much work for me - starting when he fixed my old house so the bank would allow someone to buy it, as opposed to foreclosure; that saved my butt. Thank God for Short Sale! And all the car repairs, heat, hot water, roads, plumbing, electric, homemade pizza, and baked goods!!
My daughters, who even though they don't always act it, showed so much love by giving me the party (that my parents helped so much with - another thanks!).
My friends, who showed up even though they should be sick of me by now.
And my "angels" - won't embarrass anyone, but there are a few people who have moved me beyond words with their generosity; you have no idea how much you have helped. One was just yesterday, the other has been ongoing for quite a while.
This is just a giant THANK YOU!!
And soon I will be back to complaining again.
Monday, February 27, 2012
Thursday, February 9, 2012
The real working poor
I won't get into politics. I have my views, but no one really cares to hear them. My problem with all politicians is that they really have NO idea what it's like to be poor.
They picture street people doing drugs, living in shelters. They think children don't know they are supposed to work. They think people enjoy the degrading act of using food stamps.
I would like them to live MY life - and many people are far worse than I am. I work, Wayne works. Through a lot of bad luck, much of which was my lack of a college education, my dead first husband, and the economy crashing, I have pretty much lost everything. But I did send my girls to school, not as much help as I wanted to be.
People know I live in a truck. Yet they still ask if I went to this or that restaurant, or a social thing. It is a struggle to keep the mud off my clothes to get to work. It's a choice between gas in the car or a haircut for 30.00. My hair has not been cut in 14 months - not by choice. I am only maybe 15,000 short and I will have a real life again - one with a house! And all the people who pretend to care about others would never "donate" a few bucks a week to a real family in trouble; they will talk the talk and take themselves out. If I had a friend or family member or acquaintance who was living a very difficult life, where every day you literally have to work to survive - make the wood for the heat, keep the fire safe, protect from storms, clear the road to get to work - I would send them a few bucks before I bought a needless trinket. But politicans certainly do NOT understand that that happens to real people. You might not know by looking at me that I play beat the bank every payday to eat and gas up the car for work. And that an extra expense of $50 really hurts. If anyone asks, this is not directed to anyone in particular - it is meant to open everyone's eyes to the reality "regular" people live right now.
So when people tell me all about their wonderful experiences, I'm not so much jealous, as shocked that they can be so self-absorbed that they tell me about it as if I can relate. The last trip I took was 3 days at the shore almost 5 years ago for my honeymoon. And that's reality for a lot of people.
So, Mr. Gingrich, instead of having the school children put the custodians out of work, perhaps YOU should live like a real person for a while. Wonder if Calista will stick around if you live in a truck.
They picture street people doing drugs, living in shelters. They think children don't know they are supposed to work. They think people enjoy the degrading act of using food stamps.
I would like them to live MY life - and many people are far worse than I am. I work, Wayne works. Through a lot of bad luck, much of which was my lack of a college education, my dead first husband, and the economy crashing, I have pretty much lost everything. But I did send my girls to school, not as much help as I wanted to be.
People know I live in a truck. Yet they still ask if I went to this or that restaurant, or a social thing. It is a struggle to keep the mud off my clothes to get to work. It's a choice between gas in the car or a haircut for 30.00. My hair has not been cut in 14 months - not by choice. I am only maybe 15,000 short and I will have a real life again - one with a house! And all the people who pretend to care about others would never "donate" a few bucks a week to a real family in trouble; they will talk the talk and take themselves out. If I had a friend or family member or acquaintance who was living a very difficult life, where every day you literally have to work to survive - make the wood for the heat, keep the fire safe, protect from storms, clear the road to get to work - I would send them a few bucks before I bought a needless trinket. But politicans certainly do NOT understand that that happens to real people. You might not know by looking at me that I play beat the bank every payday to eat and gas up the car for work. And that an extra expense of $50 really hurts. If anyone asks, this is not directed to anyone in particular - it is meant to open everyone's eyes to the reality "regular" people live right now.
So when people tell me all about their wonderful experiences, I'm not so much jealous, as shocked that they can be so self-absorbed that they tell me about it as if I can relate. The last trip I took was 3 days at the shore almost 5 years ago for my honeymoon. And that's reality for a lot of people.
So, Mr. Gingrich, instead of having the school children put the custodians out of work, perhaps YOU should live like a real person for a while. Wonder if Calista will stick around if you live in a truck.
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