I love all of my followers and appreciate all of your comments. I try to read you all each day. However, at work, we have dinosaur computers that don't like when I open some of your blogs. Some make my 'puter crash. When I get home at night, I try to get caught up with as many of you as I can. Please understand sometimes that is nearly impossible, since all of you rock!
For my new followers I just don't want anyone to think I am the type of person to post and post and never comment. For my faithfuls, I appreciate your understanding and just know I try!
With money (or lack thereof) being the way it is when we get it, we should spend it wisely when it comes to food. We should come home from work ,take the scrounged money to the store and buy smart, cheap food with it for at least 2 dinners. Then we should come home, make the kids put the food away, beg one of them to make dinner. But if you're lucky you won't have to beg because one of them loves to cook and he is a great chef so he volunteers. When everyone else refuses to cook you should grin and bear it, not get pissed off and slam cabinet doors and slam things and bitch then entire time you are resisting the urge to spit in their food while cooking it.
In a perfect world, that scenario never happens because there are money trees everywhere, we sing Kum Ba Yah by the fire every night and everyone is happy. But this is the real world so get over it.
When The Boy called me from work and said he just got paid and if we need money to come get it, I should probably not have ordered from from Pizza Slut right before I went to go get the money. Especially when he works right next to a grocery store.
When I got there, I told him I only needed $40. He said "Good that's all I'm giving you, but there's one condition." I knew what was coming. "No fast food" he said. Shit! I almost lied and told him I was going to the store, but realized he would soon come home and find out that I shamefully lied to him. So I confessed. "Mom, we've got to get out of this habit" he said.
I did good though, I bought a medium pizza 2 pastas and breadsticks. There will be enough for lunch today, so it was ok right? RIGHT? Thank you, I knew you'd understand.
He came home from work last night with a branch in his hand. He didn't say hello or anything . Tiffany, my daughter, said "Oh look a fishing pole!" He just walked in and said, "You know what this stick is good for?" I said "I'm not sure I want to know." He said, "Every time you order fast food, I'm going to hit you upside your head with it."
Wow, that's a little harsh. Especially when the pots say to the kettle almost daily, "Can we go and get some insert fast food chain here, there's no food here." Wait, aren't these the same kids that begged for fast food when it was our money we were spending and not theirs?