tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-892384571002999746.post5552997718214080927..comments2023-09-26T06:59:30.086-04:00Comments on Doreen Lewis Blog: Ponderings on Being Poor...doreenmaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03992854199750315019noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-892384571002999746.post-89007506192958237332008-10-08T16:56:00.000-04:002008-10-08T16:56:00.000-04:00This will take some thought to make more than a tr...This will take some thought to make more than a trite, bullshit post. Happiness is only loosely tied to money, but there's still a connection and that sucks.<BR/><BR/>You are loved.<BR/><BR/>RRoger D. Curryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02501280762906608675noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-892384571002999746.post-90284104318339310032008-10-06T02:38:00.000-04:002008-10-06T02:38:00.000-04:00I think the hardest bit of it is saying No to you...I think the hardest bit of it is saying No to your kids when all the other kids at school seem to be getting everything they want ands your kids think you are the meanest woman on earth. I can't remember the last time I spent more than£5 on jeans or trousers thank god for tkmaxx and the x catalogue shop or I'd be walking around naked. I just keep telling myself this too will passmavis sidebottomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13069537447093646303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-892384571002999746.post-28355244982469941272008-10-05T18:38:00.000-04:002008-10-05T18:38:00.000-04:00lord everyone i'm realted to is poor and while i'm...lord everyone i'm realted to is poor and while i'm not what i think of as poor, i guess i'm not too far past it. i see poor differently though because i was raised by very poor people who were terribly poor when they grew up. the kids i work with think they're poor because they get food stams and are evicted, but each kid has an expensive cell phone and several outfits that total over $400 each. my mom has pictures where she and her siblings are literally wearing rags sewn together. my mom and her sisters shared one barbie that was a hand-me-down. my mom never really got to play with the barbaie and had to "make do" with a mary poppins doll. almost everything i have for my daughter was given to me (new or used) or i bought second hand. I probably could have afforded more new things, but she doesn't know the difference and i can take the money i didn't spend and put it away for her later. i read a book by a woman who was a child on an iowa farm in the great depression and she desribes ow people lived before plumbing and electricity and is very detailed about the "use it up and use it again" mentality. it's called little heathens. it was a lovely book and the recipes she included were awesome.<BR/><BR/>jillyJillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09204820495174268693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-892384571002999746.post-34170942147984049512008-10-05T17:43:00.000-04:002008-10-05T17:43:00.000-04:00I was very poor in vet school, sold bone marrow (O...I was very poor in vet school, sold bone marrow (ONCE! it hurt like HELL!!) for 20 bucks. I allowed myself 10 bucks a week for groceries, ate a lot of shells and ragu sauce (it was 59 cents a jar then), drank a lot of mint tea from mint I picked and dried. My roomie and I wore heavy jackets in the student ghetto apt. and I studied under the blankets to keep heating costs down. We had a phone plan that for 7 bucks a month we got a phone, but it could only be used for sixty minutes of call time during that month if you didn't want to incur additional charges. I rode my bike to school when weather permitted (yes, uphill both ways-) and I drove a Vega that wouldn't start when it rained or the weather was below 40 degrees. Was I miserable? I don't remember being physically miserable, I had too much performance anxiety to worry about my physical state.sheila222https://www.blogger.com/profile/00775182187653307325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-892384571002999746.post-6135707857116258112008-10-05T11:52:00.000-04:002008-10-05T11:52:00.000-04:00tough times have visited the spidey household a fe...tough times have visited the spidey household a few times over the last 30 years. and yet, we always manage to get through. i don't think there is a magic answer. fate? luck? who the hell knows. <BR/> number one, hard times make you appreciate what you do have. i know it sounds like a cliche, but your health is number one. if you are ill nothing else really matters. so if you are healthy, there is always hope. taking one day at a time has saved me my sanity more than once. did i get through the day? yes i did! <BR/> having to struggle really does make one more aware. when things are going fine and dandy we seem to float through the day, without a care. one day runs into the next. that special dessert you ate last night at the fancy restaurant is quickly a forgotten memory. but when you don't have money for all that stuff and you managed to bake an apple pie with bruised apples and a premade pie crust on sale because it is about to expire... well hell, that is the best damn apple pie you have ever had. <BR/> life is damn weird.Brendahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14854010264712131706noreply@blogger.com