Monday, April 25, 2011

Goddess Help Me

Someone come over here and turn my face to the sunshine, willya?

Sick and tired of being poor.  Not that we were ever rich, but money was NEVER this tight.  Just spent $60 filling the gas tank.  There goes about 1/2 of my paycheck from job #2.  The hardest part is telling my kids "no" for even reasonable requests.  And watching my friends enjoying their still-solid incomes.  OK, I admit it, I'm jealous. 

(Goddess-of-my-better-nature says "But darling that means you HAVE jobs!  And you HAVE healthy kids who need things.  And you have friends!)

Looked at the calendar today.  Between jobs #2 and #3 I can't go visit my family until sometime in June.  And I need my peeps know what I mean?  By the time I CAN go gas will probably be $5 a gallon.

(Goddess-of-my-better-nature says "Sweetie again that means you have employment.  And you have an extended family you love.  And you have a car!" ) 

Lately a friend has been rather rude to me, and for the life of me I can't figure out why.  I've wracked my brain and just can't figure out what's gotten into their britches.

(Goddess-of-my-better-nature says "Honey, you know in you're heart that it's their issue.  Like you said, you haven't done anything mean or with evil intentions.  You can't control their perspective" ) 

This weather - AAARRRGGGHHH!  Will the sun ever come back?  Will it be warm enough to lounge in the grass?  Will I ever find a free afternoon that actually does not contain rain or snow so I can plant my garden?

(Goddess-of-my-better-nature says "Love - remember the serenity prayer.  Or move" ) 

This kitchen!  I had apartments in college with bigger kitchens.  Together the kitchen and dining space are about 10' x 10'.  This has seriously cut into my cooking enjoyment and my ability to have friends over.

(Goddess-of-my-better-nature says "But you DO have a kitchen in a cute little house.  It's warm and cozy and clean.  Good friends will still want to come over and sit cheek-to-cheek" ) 


Dr. Monkey said...

If it was me, I'd pack it in and move somewhere warm where the cost of living isn't so high, somewhere like Asheville or east TN.

Unknown said...

I know that the financial realities of life just suck!! Every time I fill the gas tank I cringe, and we have 3 cars, I know be thankful. Some days I just want to cry, but we keep plugging away!!

Shannon said...

Hang in there, lady! Love you!

MommyLisa said...

However in the WORLD could someone be rude to you??? It is definitely THEIR issue.

Sending a hug!

Lesli said...

It is okay to kvetch. I am fuming at the price of gas myself. It costs me $50 to fill up a VW Beetle? WTF!

Sending lots of hugs! I suppose a bloggers get-together is out of the question right now?

Lesli said...

And I am with Lisa. Their rudeness is their issue--you are one of the kindest people I know!

Anonymous said...

I hear you.

Sheleta said...

Girl you got it bad. Wish I could help you, but the reason they call us "soul sisters" is cause we tend to go through the same shiggidy at the SAME time.
Girl, I took a job at a local TV station just so I could get off unemployment. The gig pays about $30 a week more than my government issued check and the hours are 2 to 10 in the morning.
I'm working with 22 year old girls and if I hear LOL or OMG one more time I think I'll take a long jump off a short bridge.
I'm appreciative and thankful to God my job and have learned to smile outwardly. But inwardly, honey, I feel like I'm going to snap.
We're taking classes to be foster parents and I'm struggling to pay the baby sitter to come and watch my son so that I can attend classes to care for another child. No reimbursement until after the classes are complete.
Thanks for listening. Girl sometimes misery loves company. Today, we're just gone be miserable together and hope the sun will shine later today. Cause we can't wait until tomorrow!

Churlita said...

I know this sounds kind of weird to say, but I feel kind of lucky that I've always been poor. I don't know any better...And now I feel rich because I don't have to have a picnic in the living room with my girls to hide the fact that I only had peanut butter and jelly to feed them...Sometimes I think the poorer we are, the more creative we are...Because we have to be. Sure, it would also be nice not to have to be so creative.