tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163858.post115947426385131541..comments2024-02-26T11:07:08.028-05:00Comments on Leesa's Stories: Feeling PoorLeesahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09552562808209927463noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163858.post-1159802726038545272006-10-02T10:25:00.000-05:002006-10-02T10:25:00.000-05:00ed: wow. Sounds like your mothers is a strong woma...ed: wow. Sounds like your mothers is a strong woman.<BR/><BR/>VX: I am not sure I could have done what you have done, sweetie.<BR/><BR/>advizer: I actually don't expect to be rich, and strange as it seems, I never felt poor even when I had little to eat. If you have never experienced much, how can you feel deprived?<BR/><BR/>gw mush: rather sarchastic post.Leesahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09552562808209927463noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163858.post-1159600771042116942006-09-30T02:19:00.000-05:002006-09-30T02:19:00.000-05:00I was very poor growing up and into my college day...I was very poor growing up and into my college days. I recall one month that I was locked up in the attic for disciplinary problems, i was so hungry that I nawed of two of my toes and ate them raw.<BR/> I know what you are thinking, this guy wont lick his wife's toes now as foreplay due to his bad experience. You are right to think that, very perceptive of you posters:)<BR/> Be right back, Im looking to see if I can find a dime under the couch cushions. Ok, back now. <BR/> No money under my cushions but I found some old popcorn there and ate it. Now I feel satisfied, God bless youBlog hoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16089898091995628787noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163858.post-1159566573039638592006-09-29T16:49:00.000-05:002006-09-29T16:49:00.000-05:00I have to say up front that I have never been poor...I have to say up front that I have never been poor for real, meaning that I've always had enough money for food and shelter, so I have always considered myself really blessed.<BR/><BR/>That being said, I have days when feel very poor, but it's all relative. I live in southern California where the median home price is now OVER $500,000. I live in the "older" part of my area in a 1974 era house, and it has a market value of $425K. While that sounds nice, there is no way I can move to another house in this area, everything newer is over $750,000. My wife and I are trying to save money for our retirement, for the kid's school (college is a short 12 years away), for a new(er) car, for a new backyard, for braces for at least one of the munchkins, for new carpet for the living room, for my video camera, digital camera, computer (all overdue for updating), and the list just goes on and on. On paper I make more money than my dad ever did, yet my life is 10-fold more expensive that his ever was. <BR/><BR/>There are many days when I feel poor, maybe I don't feel poor, but overwhelmed because everything takes more money than I have. Believe me, I'm not living the high life either. I feel poor because I run out of cash at the end of each month even while I'm balancing my checkbook sitting in my own living room in a safe house in a neighborhood where I won't get shot. Of course I'm NOT poor, but I feel poor because we are under a set of expectations that push us to get more, bigger, faster, more expensive toys at every turn and I can't seem to keep up.<BR/><BR/>I know I won't be getting any sympathy for those who have struggle with real poverty, but we live in a society where we all feel poor, because we all expect to be rich.....Advizor54https://www.blogger.com/profile/02818587592229617693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163858.post-1159553110388457912006-09-29T13:05:00.000-05:002006-09-29T13:05:00.000-05:00I grew up poor, I went to bed hungry a few times. ...I grew up poor, I went to bed hungry a few times. But deep down I knew my mother loved me and that was a good thing. After my dad died I was struck with how much my mother knew how to help us survive. I will always be blessed by that.Edtime Storieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15902461803848902688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163858.post-1159550247578370072006-09-29T12:17:00.000-05:002006-09-29T12:17:00.000-05:00jr: I ate Ramen in college as well.stacy: I know. ...jr: I ate Ramen in college as well.<BR/><BR/>stacy: I know. I did not save the URL either.<BR/><BR/>mike: yeah, ~Deb should have known better.<BR/><BR/>bruce: I understand.<BR/><BR/>~deb: The other <A HREF="http://www.blogger.com/profile/7525090" REL="nofollow">Leesa</A>, you mean!<BR/><BR/>tony: good come-back.<BR/><BR/>prata: wow, what a story.<BR/><BR/>rick: the choices we make!<BR/><BR/>leesa: I won't eat ketchup now. Not because of the taste, per se, but because of the memories it evolks.Leesahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09552562808209927463noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163858.post-1159546901752980792006-09-29T11:21:00.000-05:002006-09-29T11:21:00.000-05:00I completely agree, Leesa. We were poor as childr...I completely agree, Leesa. We were poor as children, and I certainly went through many poor times as a young adult. I've eaten spaghetti noodles with ketchup.<BR/>But I look back now and wouldn't change much, because it makes me who I am now. I appreciate what I have now.<BR/>Great post :)Leesahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11436139686290653801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163858.post-1159546643051486262006-09-29T11:17:00.000-05:002006-09-29T11:17:00.000-05:00I remember an instance, in my early 20s, when I op...I remember an instance, in my early 20s, when I opted to spend my last dollar for cigarettes instead of the gas that would've gotten me to work that day. And here's the <I>real</I> brilliance of that logic... it was payday.Rickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03352610368331335597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163858.post-1159545501517143262006-09-29T10:58:00.000-05:002006-09-29T10:58:00.000-05:00When I was about 19, I was living in Pennsylvania ...When I was about 19, I was living in Pennsylvania without a job for six months. I stole prepared food from a Chinese restaurant so I could survive the week on half a bowl of rice a day.<BR/><BR/>I was looking for computer work and my ex was pregnant...I let her eat all of the vegetables and most of the rice. I walked everywhere and every last dime I had went to prenatal care.<BR/><BR/>I lived poor, there's nothin' heroic or nice or romantic about it. We were half a step in the street, and you know it makes a better person out of you. Regardless of the scars left behind.Pratahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04114220019018827843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163858.post-1159543678271512252006-09-29T10:27:00.000-05:002006-09-29T10:27:00.000-05:00Your experience had an enriching impact upon your ...Your experience had an enriching impact upon your life. There are those who grew up poor and then try to make up for lost time when they get older and wealthier. In the end they miss out on a lot.<BR/><BR/>I think ~Deb's link to the naked Grant pics was accompanied by a comment about Grant knowing Latin and I think the responding comment was somewhere along the lines of "wouldn't that be pig-latin?". <BR/><BR/>Stupid hackers. Always screwing stuff up.Tonyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09688380296273635896noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163858.post-1159543394864143002006-09-29T10:23:00.000-05:002006-09-29T10:23:00.000-05:00Naked pictures??? Naw....it would have been nak...Naked pictures??? Naw....it would have been naked pictures of Leesa instead. ;) Definitely! No offense, Grant!Debhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14986475569600734742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163858.post-1159541941278243372006-09-29T09:59:00.000-05:002006-09-29T09:59:00.000-05:00Try living on $1200/month disability income at the...Try living on $1200/month disability income at the age of 54; that's me at this point in time. That's poor.UnHoly Diverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17187969959701732817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163858.post-1159536983313449512006-09-29T08:36:00.000-05:002006-09-29T08:36:00.000-05:00I could see why naked pictures of Grant were delet...I could see why naked pictures of Grant were deleted myself. ~Deb should know better!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163858.post-1159536764101944892006-09-29T08:32:00.000-05:002006-09-29T08:32:00.000-05:00naked pictures of GrantDammit!!! I am ALWAYS lat...<I>naked pictures of Grant</I><BR/><BR/>Dammit!!! I am ALWAYS late! Anyone remember that link??? ;)<BR/><BR/>And right now, The PK and I are struggling with finances...since he hasn't worked in a few months (rotator cuff surgery), it has REALLY put us in a bind! Nothing we won't get thru...but still, it's a little scary at times.Stacy The Peanut Queenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16444045043505984253noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16163858.post-1159534440615465642006-09-29T07:54:00.000-05:002006-09-29T07:54:00.000-05:00When I was in college, I had to eat Ramen every da...When I was in college, I had to eat Ramen every day for 6 months, to this day the smell of it makes me gag a little. But, I was lucky with the insurance, my Dad's Union covered me until I was 25.<BR/><BR/>Like you, I never went to bed hungry as a kid and I always had good clothing...I drive by a homeless shelter every day to get to my office and I wonder where those people started out and how is it that they ended up here.J R Estellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11909119809425214539noreply@blogger.com