Want Proof America is Screwed Up? Here it is!

A little over 30 years ago, I gave birth to my first son, Eric.  I had worked from the time I was 15 years old–whether as a waitress, dishwasher, busing tables, cleaning toilets, etc…just to have the money to get what I needed or wanted.  I was never a party animal in my youth and am not really now.   However, when he was born all of my priorities changed…I found myself working 3 jobs and going to school at night. Granted, my sister Ruby helped me to take care of my kids–but it was still hard as hell to not have time with them for the sake of the almighty buck…

I could have been a “Welfare Mom”…You know, the ones most people like to bitch about, but I wasn’t.  I did draw public assistance between jobs and ADC once when my ex decided he wasn’t going to work and help pay for anything.  However, after that I was working 2 jobs and trying to finish up my degree.

If there is one thing that pisses me off it is when someone says, “I make more on unemployment than I can working at McDonald’s with my degree!”

Well excuse the hell out of me, but my taxes are supporting your ability to constantly sit on your ass so if you can make more, why the hell don’t you have a friggin’ job?  Seriously, that ticks me off. That is ego talking–not necessity.  There are places where McDonald’s pays $10-15 an hour starting (just like Wal~Mart around here) so you have no excuse anymore.  These are the type of people who would let their families starve before taking a job at ANY level. Well we weren’t born with the crown jewels on our heads and we won’t die with them there either…

My family ate a lot of beans, cornbread and potatoes, but that was paid for with my wages and sometimes (if I did get them)  food stamps.  NEVER would I turn down a job if I knew it would provide for my family. That is such BS.

I also have no problem with people who really need help. The elderly and disabled DO deserve help but not these people who use their degrees as an excuse to sit on their asses…I have a problem with those who say crap like this and refuse to work because they think doing labor or cleaning toilets is beneath their dignity and/or their education level. Having degrees does not make  us better than everyone else. It only guarantees an employer that we can read and write now. It is time to face reality. Nobody owes people like this a living.  

AND if necessary, I’d hide those credentials to get the job if times demanded it! A person who really wants a job and knows he/she can’t find one should NEVER disclose having a degree–especially if  they realize that they are in an area with a high rate of unemployment. 9 times out of 10 these employers come back with “You’re ‘overqualified.” which is more BS.  It is better to make that $9-10 an hour than to make ZERO dollars an hour. Get it yet?  

I think Obama is right about ONE thing. We need to get our priorities in order. That means as individuals we need to take responsibility for our actions, our lack of actions, our apathy, our lives and OUR CHILDREN and families.  Life will not hand you what you want, you have to work for it, so to those people who have degrees while sitting on their fanny while the rest of us work our butts off:  GET OFF YOUR ASS!   America is screwed up and you aren’t helping it.

 

Nana’s Favorite Blog Post–Still the Best One I’ve Read!

I love reading Lauren Vasil’s blog…I go into the archives to find stuff on occasion to refresh my memory when necessary.  However the Holidays is the perfect time to share this post again…This time of year I think of my Grannie Ainsworth a lot. My sister made a chocolate cream pie today that reminded me of her–and I’ll get my porcupine meatballs tomorrow! Brian, my son, will be lucky if I share! LOL!

I find myself thinking of other family members I lost also…And of one particular Christmas where my older brother told EVERYONE what their gifts under the tree were and my dad nailed him to the wall for it! The next year–Dad duct taped the boxes and the Christmas wrap in which he carefully wrapped them!

However I also find myself remembering my Granny O’Neill…My father’s mother.  Not much has been written about her, but she was a good woman, and very kind also.  I was fortunate because my grandparents lived across the street from each other, so on Sundays we made our rounds!  We would have early lunch at one and then go to the other’s house and eat again!

Some days I could go over there and find her playing her electric organ.  The song “Long, Long Ago” comes to mind. I had interest in music at an early age and would play that thing also, and then go play the big one Grannie Ainsworth had in her house!  I couldn’t remember how to do that now, but my son, Brian,  has a new keyboard upon which I intend to learn to hash out a few things again!

She’d pay me a quarter to sweep her floor and I’d go raid the ice cream at Mann’s Grocery or buy myself a soda. Then we’d come back, usually on a Saturday afternoon and music shows would be playing on TV.  My Grannie Ainsworth was playing shows that featured “The Happy Goodmans”, the “Grand ‘Ol Opry”, “Hee Haw” or something!  On Friday’s my brother and I would sneak up at our house and watch “The Midnight Special”, “Don Kirschner’s Rock Concert”, “Friday Night Videos”, etc…Needless to say music was, and IS a huge part of  my life. I started singing again. I’m writing music and stories as well as a book.

Now back to what I was saying.  Food is what a lot of things centered around regardless of whose house we were in and it was not just on the holidays! When it wasn’t a holiday, I loved Granny O’Neill’s roast beef and home-made mashed potatoes w/gravy etc!  I remember one time when my father looked at my in a funny way, and said, “You are the weirdest kid I’ve got!” laughing because I was mixing the meat, potatoes and gravy together!  Granny O’Neill told him, “Oh leave her be. It all goes to the same place anyway.” and was grinning from ear to ear.

Then we’d go to Grannie Ainsworth’s house in the evening for supper too much the time…Now my uncles were pure cut-ups at the table.  They loved pitching beans at each other or farting at the table. If they did the latter they loved to blame my older sister just to embarrass her!  She’d be crying,”I didn’t do it!”  every time and my Grannie Ainsworth would get onto them for acting up like that.  And just so everyone knows, my Grannie Ainsworth and my  mom made the best hamburgers on the planet.  You will not catch me at Wendy’s, McDonald’s or any other fast food place getting a burger because if it’s not hot enough to melt the cheese (REAL CHEESE), then it’s not any good in my opinion.

In Midland there is a place on Rankin Highway called “Dixie Burger”.  THEY know how to make old-fashioned hamburgers.  I like Fuddrucker’s once in a while too.

This year I became a grandmother myself.  If it kills me, my grandson is going to have a lot of good memories to laugh at–as soon as his dad realizes he can’t push the poor kid into the NFL before he’s even out of diapers–and he’ll KNOW what real food is!  Why? His dad will never admit it, but he got a knack for cooking from my Grannie Ainsworth and he is excellent at it!  So is his girlfriend Daphne! I am so thankful for so many things and for all the laughter and memories that Lauren’s post continues to bring up even after a year of its original posting.  It is because of that that I am calling it one of the best posts I’ve ever read, and am sharing it here again.

This will lift your spirits, that’s for sure! Enjoy and don’t forget to leave a comment on her blog! Thanks!

http://www.fizgiggery.com/2011/real-life/nanny

I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving. I certainly have and I do have much to be thankful for!