So, I'm reading the news online and a headline grabs my attention: "Man Has Trouble Paying Child Support For 30 Kids." Seems this THIRTY-THREE YEAR OLD man has 30 children by 11 different women and...hold on to your hats, folks...he can't manage to pay child support on his minimum wage. I'm not making this up!
Hey, I've got a idea...give me two #2 pencils and a rubber band. We can stop him at 30.
And then I read an update on the Univeristy of West Georgia grad student who's battling necrotizing fascitis (flesh-eating bacteria). This young woman is extremely sick and just learned that not only has she lost one leg to the hip, but she will lose both hands and her other foot. Her response? "Let's get it done." I am just amazed at her resilience. I find it hard to believe that I would find anywhere near that level of strength, if I were in her situation. What an inspiration. And you know the really sad thing? I bet she doesn't end up with 30 kids. She would probably do a good job of it; teach them perseverance, determination, the value of education. Oh, heavens no, we can't have THOSE kind of people procreating!
Who'm I kidding? No grad student can afford kids....they have to go get a job and get taxed at damn near 50% of their earnings to support the 30 kids the other guy has. Between Shawn and me, we have four jobs (1 full time and 3 part time)...and we can comfortably provide for probably two kids, max.
Man. If only I didn't work...then maybe I could afford more kids!
Can you tell I'm in a MOOD?
Well, that's what happens when I stop posting for a long time. All the angst gets built up inside until I either get a big pimple on my chin or a gas attack. It's really best that I vent my angsty opinions regularly. And by "best", I mean for me.
We're at the Taj, but just for tonight. Heading up to the mountains tomorrow to take Tankie to Dollywood. I have only been once, the summer before he was born, but I remember being astounded at how clean the place was and how I didn't have to spend the whole day looking at random strangers' underpants sticking up out of their droopy-ass pants. And no little punk-a thugs were spitting in the water that gets recycled up for shooting at the people on the water rides (big shout-out there to Six Flags Over Atlanta--The Nastiest Place on Earth!). I'd forgotten how nice life can be when nobody's pissing you off every 30 seconds. For the sake of all the innocent Tennesseans, please pray fervently that Dollywood hasn't gone thuggy. I am a hair's breadth from going off on somebody for breathing too loud.
No new projects here. We came last weekend and worked in the yard and I snagged 2 twin beds off my SIL Bobbie...painted them white and now they're in Tank's room and he is happily snuggled into one of his Big Boy Beds! I'll get a photo of those soon, once I clean up the massive chaos that I created when I rearranged all his furniture.
Well, that's it for now. I'm ready to turn in for the night and gear up for the big Tank Goes to Dollywood adventure.
Hoping the Mood fairy passes by your house without dropping in...