My son informed Mulder and me that we ruined his life because we were too good, too generous and didn't show him how cruel real life is. For anyone out there that is feeling sad because you don't have children, I want to punch you in the throat.
the old days, it was not called the Holiday Season; the Christians
called it 'Christmas' and went to church; the Jews called it 'Hanukkah'
and went to synagogue; the atheists went to parties and drank. People
passing each other on the street would say 'Merry Christmas!' or 'Happy
Hanukkah!' or (to the atheists) 'Look out for the wall!'
"Christmas Shopping: A Survivor's Guide"
Created by the warped mind of
There are people who have money and people who are rich.
~ Coco Chanel
been struggling with my feelings and how to express them about an
incident that happened with a friend since my return from North
Carolina. I know it is extremely difficult for some people
to imagine the life of another if they have never had the same and/or
similar experiences. It can be like describing snow to a person that has never seen or felt it. Because
of the difficulties I’ve have gone through over the years, I try to
explain my “snow” the best I can without having an avalanche of
memories/pain/hurt come crashing down on me. Perhaps that is my problem – I can’t paint a realistic verbal painting, I can only sketch in the abstract.
Before I meander down this tangent any longer, let me give y’all some background. In 2008 when I decided to go to esthetician school, I applied for a Sallie Mae loan. Since both my credit and Mulder’s sucked by then, Sallie Mae asked for a co-signer. My
sister turned me down.(My sister and brother-in-law are millionaires
but live like paupers.) However, my friend of 20-plus years said she
would be more than happy to co-sign the note. My boss would be reimbursing me a portion of the tuition upon graduation, which I would use to pay part of the loan. I
did not envision bankruptcy at the time nor did I know that my attorney
was not going to do his due diligence when filing my bankruptcy. Sallie Mae loans cannot be included in bankruptcy unless they are an adult education loan, which mine was. The attorney failed to note this and my loan became my co-signers responsibility when the bankruptcy was finalized. Brilliant. In
January of 2010 when I discovered the error, I did everything possible
to rectify the situation without success. The only solution was paying
another $600.00 to get different attorney to fix it. (There is much more
to the story but I won’t go into it, as it proved irrelevant.) To
keep everything simple until another solution could be found, my friend
and I signed the paper to have the monthly payment deducted from my
checking account. I informed her of every thing I did to have the loan returned to me and I have never missed a payment.
My friend has never experienced financial hardship. She has often said how
smart and lucky she is to have a husband that worked for the
government. She also is very astute when it comes to finances which she
also acknowledges that it's easy when you have money. I'm not jealous
of my friend because I know what it's like to not have to worry about
money. How could I begrudge someone their life because mine isn't as
About a year ago, my friend began making suggestions about how to pay this loan off more quickly and other comments. I
should have been more perceptive and reacted accordingly. I did start
to pay a bit extra each month but apparently not enough and/or my
actions weren’t satisfactory.
Here is where your appreciation of abstract art is going to come in handy, my lovely readers. I am not going to describe in minute detail my financial problems. Suffice it to say, they are many. They
require much manipulation and creativity every damn month. There is
going without, making do, making last, etc. etc. etc. I have days when
the repercussions of what happened back in 2005 are too much for me to
bear and I scream like a banshee driving home then go cry in the shower.
I did not plan for a life like this at my age. It is like an ever-present shadow in my life. However, I will not let it destroy me – after all, it’s only money. I
still have a home, can buy food, have a job, am healthy, have good
children and an adorable grandson among so many other things. I so,
usually, consider myself “rich”. That way I can deal with the shadow
most of the time.
Mulder and I planned the four-day trip to North Carolina approximately a year before we went. It was never definite until we knew we had the funds to afford it. That meant money that was not going to be used to pay the mortgage, food, loan, insurance, etc. The money for the trip came from some overtime he made and the profits I made from selling on eBay and Etsy. Our trip was made possible by hard work. I don’t think I had to keep it a secret nor did I think I had to explain how we got the means to take a trip to anyone. My obligations were/are taken care of.
The day we returned, there was a letter from my friend. She had written to Sallie Mae about having the loan returned to me. The
response she received was the exact same response from the same person
that I had received 3 years prior, a copy of which I had sent to my
friend. Since my bankruptcy had been discharged over three
years, I had planned on writing to Sallie Mae to reapply for the loan
but I guess I didn’t do it quickly enough for my friend. I should have taken the comments and suggestions more to heart but I thought my friend was a friend as I am. Apparently not.
Mulder and I have a small emergency savings account. There was enough in it to pay off this loan. We
discussed it and did just that. The $3,300.00 was a tremendous amount
to us – the “what ifs” are many but the fact that by paying this loan
off took a huge stressor away from me is worth ten times that amount. Hopefully, we will be able to replace the savings before we actually have an emergency.
My feelings for this friend have been forever altered. This is a person that has known me for a very long time. We worked together for many years, we’ve been in a club together, we’ve spent weekends away. We’ve laughed and cried, we’ve shared our lives. But I cannot look at her the same way any longer. She will still be my friend but she won’t be my friend. Am I wrong?
I know she has money but I now know she will never be rich.
Why is it that when you take a vacation, you need another vacation to recover from the vacation? Maybe I'm just too old for all this shit - traveling, grandbaby, children, work, cleaning, breast cancer walk, etc. I definitely should have been born rich and not witty. I need a wife.
I'm posting a slideshow of pictures I took on the vacation. The leaves had just started to turn so not much autumn colors but it was crisp and cool. YAY! Murphy, North Carolina is my kind of town. I could very happily live there the rest of my life. Ellijay, Georgia was very cool, too!
off, let me tell y’all how knock down happy I was to see that one of my
all-time favorite bloggers commented on my Miley Cyrus post. Spiky Zora Jones!!! I love this woman! She is an amazing writer and just a damn fine human being. I’m hoping she will start writing again. Spiky, you made my day by posting a comment and gave me inspiration for this post!
As I’ve mentioned before, I love to read and I love to learn new things. I don’t want to stagnate me by not embracing technology or by sticking with what’s safe. Learning new techniques for crafting, cooking (even though I HATE cooking), sewing, etc. keeps me excited and fresh.
The internet is a cornucopia of information, that’s a great thing, right? I
can find articles and/or videos on a huge assortment of topics. Reading others blogs is also a way to keep up to date on trends. Seriously,
I can watch videos of bot flies being hatched from someone’s skin, read
about the “god particle”, look at an amateur photographers awesome
pictures and then laugh at photos of captioned animals, read that Bank
of America is as skeevy and ruthless as I thought – all in about 30 minutes! Technology is BRILLIANT!
However, no good deed (or thing) goes unpunished. Because of the internet, I know things that I never wanted to know. Seen things I never needed to see, such as Miley Cyrus’s tongue – over and over and over. I could have lived my life very happily without ever hearing the name Miley Cyrus. I would have been infinitely happier had I never seen her ever present tongue.
Because of the internet, I know all the Kardashians names and what they look like. I
know who Miley Cyrus is. I’ve seen what two girls do with a cup. I know
the words to “Call Me Maybe”, seen the definition of “goetze”. Watched a
tattooed penis go from larva to full grown “butterfly”, know who Honey
Boo Boo and Mama June are. The
internet is a bottomless pit of muck and useless information that is IN
YOUR FACE simply because you turn on your computer, tablet or telephone.
Spiky questioned as to why Miley was taking all the heat from me and none was given to Robin Thicke. Well,
to be honest, I didn’t realize she had a partner in crime until I heard
it on the TV news. Can you even imagine Walter Cronkite reporting on
this!?! Of course, I “googled” Mr. Thicke. Did y’all know he had the #1
song of the summer? I don’t know what it is but he had it. AND … Alan Thicke is his father! Robin Thicke obviously isn’t as “out there” as either Miley or any of the Kardashians. I didn’t watch the VMA’s.
I don’t watch the Kardashian show(s), nor do I watch the show with that horrid Boo Boo child. I know about these people because it and/or they are plastered on the web 24/7 for weeks! I
could have lived for 100 more years without ever hearing about or
seeing Kanye West after the Taylor Swift thing. (I don’t listen to
either’s music but I know who they are!) But then he goes and knocks-up
Kim Kardashian (she has such exquisite taste in men, doesn’t she?) it
was ALL-KANYE-ALL-KIM-ALL-THE-TIME! You’da thunk the woman was going to birth the new Messiah.
The internet isn’t just dumbing down America, it’s dumbing down the world! Okay, Okay! That’s extreme but it could happen if the entire world was as obsessed as we are with celebrity. Didja know that if you ask little kids nowadays what they want to be when they grow up, the main answer is, “Famous!” Not an astronaut, cowboy, ballerina, doctor or teacher. They want to be famous. Hopefully parents will teach them the difference between famous and infamous. Separate the wheat from the chaff. In
the future, I’ll try to bash everyone who participates is shockingly
miserable performances equally but since I refuse to fill my already
taxed brain with more utterly useless information, I’ll still continue
to only do superficial and visual research. Sorry, Spiky!
This is a blog by a woman in her 50's who is finally on the crooked path to find who she truly is.
Married at 19 and divorced at 53. I am going to unearth the artist, the cynic, the free spirit that has been long buried. Or die trying.
I've left Bethlehem
and I feel free...
I've left the girl I was supposed to be
and some day I'll be born.