Incidentally:
Any of you out there who have moments of self pity because you didn’t get the dog you wanted when you were twelve, or your dad beat you for setting the house on fire, or your older brothers were abusive, or your family was dysfunctional, or the schoolkids were mean to you, go visit my blogdaughter and be humbled.
We all had some pretty tough shit when we were kids, and it sucks to live in a dysfunctional family. Now think about living in a dysfunctional family and being poor. I mean real gummint cheese poor, not “we didn’t have a color TV” poor.
You did OK, Freddie. Keep it up.
Thanks Og. No one can make me blush the way you do.
With your LINKS, that is.
This just in.
I still suck as a human being.
Call me nuts (wouldn’t be the first time), but I actually liked government cheese. I thought it tasted good.
I bought a couple of blocks of that cheese one time along with a canned ham from a guy in a tavern. So I toss the ham in the oven and waited several hours. When I took it out, I thought I’d have sandwiches for two weeks. Yeeeechhh! The damn thing was so salty I had to toss it. I ended up eating cheese for two weeks.
Lesson learned.
hey, we traded fresh sweet corn and beans for cheese (from a woman my folks took to mass each sunday- she was lactose intolerant) that cheese was good on some burgers.
Wow. What a lesson in “perspective”.
Good Lord. That is one strong lady and what a healthy mental orientation after what she’s been through! Her mother should be very proud of her.