Because I Can: October 2005 Archives

I have never been one who really worried about or cared what other people think of me. If you don't like me, you don't like me, move on, there is nothing here left to see. However, today I am feeling a bit of tit-for-tat just under the surface of my skin. For whatever reason(s) my (former) reader(s) have chosen to delete me from their blogroll I will be reciprocating the above action post haste. I never go where I am not wanted. And to any of those former readers who just might peek back in on occassion - this little piece of cyber space gets 3000+ hits every day from 30 countries around the world. There may not be much left by way of comments but I bet your journal, my former reader(s), doesn't get stats like that. So there. I hope it stings even just the tiniest bit. ***apologies to my dear sweet readers for the venom in this next item, it is not directed at you, it is for the asshats who leave comments with fake emails and/or send email with nasty things to say*** < que Rant> On a related note to some emails I have gotten in the recent past- I will not and refuse to apologize to others who take offense because maybe they can't cook, or they hate their SAHM status, or they spend money like water and never have cash for anything. I don't feel sorry for you if you won't help yourself. I don't give out sympathy and pats on the back and tell you everything will get better. It won't get better until you pull your head out of your ass and grow up and be an adult and parent. If you don't like your life change your damn life. No one else can do it for you. I also won't apologize because we have a tiny bit of monetary wealth. You can say mean things all you want about what we may or may not have. We have worked hard for what we have. Until I married I have held a fulltime job since I was 16 years old. I have paid my way and never asked for help. We have what we have because we save our money and tuck it away for things we plan for in the future. I don't have fancy jewelry or wear designer clothes -neither do our children. I have spent time in the past where I had no idea how I would feed my kids from day to day much less get from week to week or month to month. I know what it is to be poor and not have anything at extra. It makes me appreciate what I have even more because I know it can all disappear in an instant. BTW, I also love President Bush and my husband is a lifetime member of the NRA. < / end Rant> So, you, my former reader(s) and hate email writer(s), have a great life because I know I will.