well a friend of his somehow managed to buy two when he only wanted one. He was buying from someone shady tho' and now he's trying to get rid of the hottub.
I think - since we are ravers, and this means lots of dancing - then we need a hottub. My back at least would really appreciate it. J's up for the idea cause ... umm... I dunno ... he's lazy and doesn't like to be achey either? lol
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TragicPixie
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Well Sarah I'm not sure it's right to say folks who are accountants who aren't CPA's don't make any money. The lady I work with makes twice my wage and she's as educated as I (now almost) am. I'd be pretty happy with twice my wage even if I *didn't* go on to be a CPA, which I'm quite sure I can do and haven't ruled out.
And no offense, but the fact that you sneer upon those who want money is a dead giveaway that you yourself are well off. I mean imagine a poor person saying "oh I've never understood those who go for the money, it's really not all that great, quality of life is better being poor etc." Sorry but I'm not at that point that I can relate to that philosophy. I do want money. And I don't want it out of greed or fancy material things but out of a feeling of sheer security. The cushion in the bank I don't now have, that's what I want. I'd like to feel that even if I do get laid off I won't be kicked out of my apartment, you know? Just little luxuries like that.
We're just completely coming from different worlds as far as that is concerned.
And no offense, but the fact that you sneer upon those who want money is a dead giveaway that you yourself are well off. I mean imagine a poor person saying "oh I've never understood those who go for the money, it's really not all that great, quality of life is better being poor etc." Sorry but I'm not at that point that I can relate to that philosophy. I do want money. And I don't want it out of greed or fancy material things but out of a feeling of sheer security. The cushion in the bank I don't now have, that's what I want. I'd like to feel that even if I do get laid off I won't be kicked out of my apartment, you know? Just little luxuries like that.
We're just completely coming from different worlds as far as that is concerned.
i am well off. it has nothing to do with money though.
and "well off" is very relative -- i've seen that with my own two eyes.
"And no offense, but the fact that you sneer upon those who want money is a dead giveaway that you yourself are well off. I mean imagine a poor person saying "oh I've never understood those who go for the money, it's really not all that great, quality of life is better being poor etc.""
i'm not sneering at anyone
i don't have imagine a poor person, mark, i know them. i hate to pull a "you don't know me" on you -- but you don't know me -- and you don't know how poor the people i know and i've grown up with are. let me break it down for you, my friends lived in the projects, my mom taught in the projects and took me to places when i was five that most kids have never even seen -- she felt like it was very important for me to have friends from all walks of life, and now, i will repeat myself and tell you that i work in a title one school -- that means i work with the kids of the poor folks you are asking me to imagine.
the hubby -- his territory is downtown -- go downtown in any city -- go in any building down town and serve a derelict, then *you* imagine what a poor person would say about anything!
i know a guy, he's a friend of the hubby's, this guy smokes pot regularly, has a shitty job by most folks standards is just probably what most folks would call a step up from a bum, he was born without money and he does not want money, he just wants to be happy -- he shares a house /flat with a crack addict. the hubby and i have tried to help him out -- he doesn't want to be helped out -- he's totally happy smoking pot, making a few hundred bucks a month and making the most of it, so be it, some folks would call him stupid and lazy and destined to be destitute. i'd call him living by his own standards and being completely content.
i was talking to pixie about the state of her lack of money, sometimes that is really not a bad state of things, and i was just saying that the hubby and i were happier when we had less money -- we did have to be creative and come up with interesting ways to have fun with out it, and we did. we've been less creative with more money, and the older we get the more i go back to how we managed on less and how to do it again, so that's all i'm saying.
you can want money and material things all day -- that's fine -- but do not tell me that i am well off, meaning i have a lot of money -- and do not tell me to imagine what a poor person thinks -- when the hubby and i do not work for a fucking cpa -- for the umpteenth time: WE WORK FOR THE POOR. THEY ARE THE PUBLIC THAT HE AND I WORK FOR!
and "well off" is very relative -- i've seen that with my own two eyes.
"And no offense, but the fact that you sneer upon those who want money is a dead giveaway that you yourself are well off. I mean imagine a poor person saying "oh I've never understood those who go for the money, it's really not all that great, quality of life is better being poor etc.""
i'm not sneering at anyone
i don't have imagine a poor person, mark, i know them. i hate to pull a "you don't know me" on you -- but you don't know me -- and you don't know how poor the people i know and i've grown up with are. let me break it down for you, my friends lived in the projects, my mom taught in the projects and took me to places when i was five that most kids have never even seen -- she felt like it was very important for me to have friends from all walks of life, and now, i will repeat myself and tell you that i work in a title one school -- that means i work with the kids of the poor folks you are asking me to imagine.
the hubby -- his territory is downtown -- go downtown in any city -- go in any building down town and serve a derelict, then *you* imagine what a poor person would say about anything!
i know a guy, he's a friend of the hubby's, this guy smokes pot regularly, has a shitty job by most folks standards is just probably what most folks would call a step up from a bum, he was born without money and he does not want money, he just wants to be happy -- he shares a house /flat with a crack addict. the hubby and i have tried to help him out -- he doesn't want to be helped out -- he's totally happy smoking pot, making a few hundred bucks a month and making the most of it, so be it, some folks would call him stupid and lazy and destined to be destitute. i'd call him living by his own standards and being completely content.
i was talking to pixie about the state of her lack of money, sometimes that is really not a bad state of things, and i was just saying that the hubby and i were happier when we had less money -- we did have to be creative and come up with interesting ways to have fun with out it, and we did. we've been less creative with more money, and the older we get the more i go back to how we managed on less and how to do it again, so that's all i'm saying.
you can want money and material things all day -- that's fine -- but do not tell me that i am well off, meaning i have a lot of money -- and do not tell me to imagine what a poor person thinks -- when the hubby and i do not work for a fucking cpa -- for the umpteenth time: WE WORK FOR THE POOR. THEY ARE THE PUBLIC THAT HE AND I WORK FOR!
"I do want money. And I don't want it out of greed or fancy material things but out of a feeling of sheer security."
and btw for cinco de mayo i'm going to pick up a kid named ot -- he is black. he lives in a shack behind a church in the city. his dad is in jail right now. because he sold drugs to make money. ot is ten years old. ot likes to come to my house on the weekends because it is safe, there is a lot of room to run around and fish, and there is a man here called the hubby who pays attention to him and does things like read books to him and plays with him and most importantly listens to him -- there are a hell of a lot of things that have to do with a sense of security that have nothing to do with money.
you are absolutely right -- we do come from two entirely different worlds.
and btw for cinco de mayo i'm going to pick up a kid named ot -- he is black. he lives in a shack behind a church in the city. his dad is in jail right now. because he sold drugs to make money. ot is ten years old. ot likes to come to my house on the weekends because it is safe, there is a lot of room to run around and fish, and there is a man here called the hubby who pays attention to him and does things like read books to him and plays with him and most importantly listens to him -- there are a hell of a lot of things that have to do with a sense of security that have nothing to do with money.
you are absolutely right -- we do come from two entirely different worlds.
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TragicPixie
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"Well, all I'll say at this juncture, which is what prompted all this in the first place, is it sure would be nice if Pixie had enough money (or enough luck) to not have to live with her parents again."
i think that is well said. as she stated that her father was abusive and controlling -- i'm sure unless we're sadistic, no one would want a person from this board to be exposed to that.
pixie, if things are really bad, you can call doves. it is an outreach program for battered women and children. i think most states have them. or you can figure out a way to stay out on your own, which it sounds like you're doing, and i think that is great ~ !
i think that is well said. as she stated that her father was abusive and controlling -- i'm sure unless we're sadistic, no one would want a person from this board to be exposed to that.
pixie, if things are really bad, you can call doves. it is an outreach program for battered women and children. i think most states have them. or you can figure out a way to stay out on your own, which it sounds like you're doing, and i think that is great ~ !
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that's your choice. i wrote a poem about one of my students and her mom. about teaching a kid who was in a tough spot and about some behaviors she'd learned from her mom. i mean i understand that many times there are no easy solutions; i just hope you keep yourself safe --
Green Letters
On the white dry erase board
are green letters.
"A teenager with a knife approaches . . .
How absolutely ghastly!
Green around the gills,
stark white; it's sickening.
The letters continue
. . . you and demands that you give him or her your new bike."
This is called a dilemma
in my language.
In yours
it's called stupid.
Absolutely ghastly
was last night
when the ghost of her boy-friend
crept into your bed,
unclenched his fist,
dropped some green bills
on your stark white sheets,
and used the new found freedom
of his outstretched fingers
to smack your face.
Your mouth went dry
as you tried to erase
the letters that you saw:
This note is legal tender.
There was no tenderness
when he opened his hand
approached you,
demanded that you give him yourself.
You're sick for him.
-- Green Letters
On the white dry erase board
are green letters.
"A teenager with a knife approaches . . .
How absolutely ghastly!
Green around the gills,
stark white; it's sickening.
The letters continue
. . . you and demands that you give him or her your new bike."
This is called a dilemma
in my language.
In yours
it's called stupid.
Absolutely ghastly
was last night
when the ghost of her boy-friend
crept into your bed,
unclenched his fist,
dropped some green bills
on your stark white sheets,
and used the new found freedom
of his outstretched fingers
to smack your face.
Your mouth went dry
as you tried to erase
the letters that you saw:
This note is legal tender.
There was no tenderness
when he opened his hand
approached you,
demanded that you give him yourself.
You're sick for him.
mark, please read
mark, i hope you read this, as i think it will explain a lot about why i do not think money is worth very much. i do hope you understand that it's nothing personal against you and your choices for a job.
The hubby once told me that most people do not understand the word liberty because most people have never lost their liberty. When he joined the military, he had no idea what he was giving up. more than giving up his life, he had to give up his choices -- and choices provide freedom.
About two years ago, the navy started calling us again. Things were and still are uncertain in Iraq, and he and I made a decision. If he was called back, he would say no and go to jail if that is what it took. We decided that his freedom was already gone, so that was a non-issue, and what it came down to was financial security afterward in the form of a job or death in the form of his having to kill someone in Iraq or him being killed in Iraq. We figured, we've got lots of friends who own businesses, someone would give him a job after he went to jail, and we'd survive. If he went to Iraq “we†very well might not survive, although he'd have gotten tons of money for danger pay and for going back. He would have gotten tons of money for staying in. Money just wasn't that important after losing our freedom to choose a life for ourselves.
So today, he's free. Period. I'm so proud of him for all of the very tough decisions he made. I'm lucky to have married such a man.
The hubby once told me that most people do not understand the word liberty because most people have never lost their liberty. When he joined the military, he had no idea what he was giving up. more than giving up his life, he had to give up his choices -- and choices provide freedom.
About two years ago, the navy started calling us again. Things were and still are uncertain in Iraq, and he and I made a decision. If he was called back, he would say no and go to jail if that is what it took. We decided that his freedom was already gone, so that was a non-issue, and what it came down to was financial security afterward in the form of a job or death in the form of his having to kill someone in Iraq or him being killed in Iraq. We figured, we've got lots of friends who own businesses, someone would give him a job after he went to jail, and we'd survive. If he went to Iraq “we†very well might not survive, although he'd have gotten tons of money for danger pay and for going back. He would have gotten tons of money for staying in. Money just wasn't that important after losing our freedom to choose a life for ourselves.
So today, he's free. Period. I'm so proud of him for all of the very tough decisions he made. I'm lucky to have married such a man.
I read it Sarah, and I think that's great, you and your hubbie made the right decision whereas a lot of people might not. But the way you've kindof mixed money and death with that story isn't quite comparable to what I was trying to get at and that is this: only people who are comfortable are in a position to say things like "money isn't worth much" whereas those who are struggling to get by are going to see money as being worth more. There really is no offense intended by this statement, it just makes sense.
I guess I sortof objected to you saying to someone like Pixie "enjoy being poor" even though I fully understand what your own personal perspective was in saying it.
And that's all there is to it!
From what Pixie has shared with me on the phone about her parents, I think they are pretty toxic forces in her life and I would like to see her spared of that. I only regret that due to her youth and financial situation, she may have to put up with them a little more than she would like. So that's all I meant Pixie, not that I am bored by you calling me from their house, etc.
I guess I sortof objected to you saying to someone like Pixie "enjoy being poor" even though I fully understand what your own personal perspective was in saying it.
And that's all there is to it!
From what Pixie has shared with me on the phone about her parents, I think they are pretty toxic forces in her life and I would like to see her spared of that. I only regret that due to her youth and financial situation, she may have to put up with them a little more than she would like. So that's all I meant Pixie, not that I am bored by you calling me from their house, etc.
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TragicPixie
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psh mark I was only making fun 
Come on - you KNOW you like it a lot more when I'm fucked up or driving home from a rave.
Also - I worked a six hour deskshift last night. My replacement didn't show up at 3am so I worked until 6. I spent the entire time writing a paper tho' and the only drunks were my coworkers. I am still not sure what Rick did with that trash bag in the office ....
But since I worked for her last night I think I'll get tonight/morning off and my last desk shift will be midnight to three Friday !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll probably call you one last time since I won't have anything to do - my last paper for the semster is due at noon tomorrow.
And that means I need to get to the store and get some more beer to start on it.
Come on - you KNOW you like it a lot more when I'm fucked up or driving home from a rave.
Also - I worked a six hour deskshift last night. My replacement didn't show up at 3am so I worked until 6. I spent the entire time writing a paper tho' and the only drunks were my coworkers. I am still not sure what Rick did with that trash bag in the office ....
But since I worked for her last night I think I'll get tonight/morning off and my last desk shift will be midnight to three Friday !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll probably call you one last time since I won't have anything to do - my last paper for the semster is due at noon tomorrow.
And that means I need to get to the store and get some more beer to start on it.
Lie to me, it takes less time to drink you pretty.
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Come on - you KNOW you like it a lot more when I'm fucked up or driving home from a rave.
Well to be honest you never actually say you are fucked up and you don't sound like it, so I just assume you aren't most of the time. I'm only like it more if you're happier and I know when you were at your parents' house you sure didn't seem happy.
Is that the trash bag that was suspected to have something to with the ants?
Friday night sounds great. I'll try not to be on the internet during those hours so I'll hear your call! Um...I assume these hours are your time instead of mine?
Well to be honest you never actually say you are fucked up and you don't sound like it, so I just assume you aren't most of the time. I'm only like it more if you're happier and I know when you were at your parents' house you sure didn't seem happy.
Is that the trash bag that was suspected to have something to with the ants?
Friday night sounds great. I'll try not to be on the internet during those hours so I'll hear your call! Um...I assume these hours are your time instead of mine?
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yes so I... I dunno I'm halfway thru a bottle of wine and almost started my final essay for feminist theory.
I dunno, I only sound fucked up when I'm REALLY fucked up. As in really, someone might want to worry. Like at E3. When I called you from the party and was like "oh no - I lost my boyfriend" I dunno how fucked up I sounded but really, I was totally out of it. Later that evening I did not have the fine motor skills to get a piece of gum out of the wrapper and unwrap it.
Anyway - I really ought to get to that paper before I miss my point of inspiration to write.
I dunno, I only sound fucked up when I'm REALLY fucked up. As in really, someone might want to worry. Like at E3. When I called you from the party and was like "oh no - I lost my boyfriend" I dunno how fucked up I sounded but really, I was totally out of it. Later that evening I did not have the fine motor skills to get a piece of gum out of the wrapper and unwrap it.
Anyway - I really ought to get to that paper before I miss my point of inspiration to write.
Lie to me, it takes less time to drink you pretty.