Seriously! I was ranting to ma darlin Meaniebutt, and thanked him for letting me do so. When he gently reminded me there where other places I *could* rant, if so needed.
It's not like I'd forgotten about you, or about NN. I think about ya'll all the time. I press Meanie for info. I just haven't really felt the need to be here. I suppose 11 years on one site, ever changing, ever expanding.....it just makes me....hell. I dunno. Not wanna be here.
ANYWAY.......
Ya wanna know what chaps my ass? What REALLY pisses me off? What I would call "Welfare abuse". I am NOT against people getting help when and where they need it. I, myself, have gone to what's known as a food bank a total of twice in my life. I didn't have a job, my (then) husband didn't either. It was humiliating. I was mortified. Those very sweet ladies packed up a weeks worth of groceries in brown paper bags, and gave them to me. I took them wanting to cry, but they were so sweet. They even saw my embarrassment and brought out a pretty little floral arraignment, trying to make me smile.
Didn't happen. I was raised old school. Perhaps now, I AM old school. But you don't take what you didn't earn. And you sure as hell didn't take ADVANTAGE of what you haven't earned.
Flash forward...oh gawd....almost 20 years. Did you know, in the state of Florida, you can pay for your wedding cake with EBT? (EBT=Food Stamps). No. Really. Please read that again. YOU CAN PAY FOR YOUR $1020 WEDDING CAKE WITH YOUR FUCKING FOOD STAMPS.
I work hard. I bust my ass. Ya'll know this. I almost kill myself daily just to do a damn good job. I see what Uncle Sam takes out of my checks. And it's no small amount. Yet, I have to smile, be generous, kind, and caring, to these women who (with a shopping cart full of crotchfruit) clarify that they can pay for their wedding cake WITH FOOD STAMPS.
*throws hands up* There's fuck all I can do about it, other than internally being pissed off that I've worked my lil ass off so this baby maker can have her dream wedding cake.....
*deflates and sits back on the couch* Okay....deep breaths....I love and miss ya. Everytime I come back I keep saying maybe I'll be sticking around, then I stay away for longer. Maybe not this time?
Thanks for reading.