#dirt poor

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((Yep, we finally get an awesome Tron experience of our own. An amazing ride, amazing merch, amazing food even...

And I will never get to see it.

...ever.🥲))

[simplelifeofacountrywife]

Very little money? Make these meals.

If you have barely any money you can make these dirt-cheap meals with very few ingredients that are ridiculously cheap.

Cheap Meals For When You Are Broke

  Most of us have had at least one time in our life when we were downright broke and need the best cheap foods. It’s not just college studen

[saruvanthewhite]

Just my luck.

Yesterday started OK only to fall apart in the late morning when I left something in my truck and had to take the bus to go back to get it. I had been signing my daughter up for activities at a local park where I did not feel safe bringing my truck nor did I feel comfortable bringing it if it was going to break down and I have been having many problems with it the last week. in hurrying back to the park, the trolley missed the stop & the next stop saw me waiting longer than the eta for the return trip. So I walked. Fast. I arrived at the park an hour after they did.

The mother of my children, who sometimes decides to let me know when they are leaving to give me an idea of arrival time did not choose to do so yesterday. The result was me getting on the trolley right about the same time they were getting ready to leave.  so they arrived at the park where I had signed my daughter up for an activity while I was  grabbing some food back at my truck.

I was late. For as many times in the last two years as can be counted on one hand, I was late. The woman routinely and with some measure of bullying used to make fun of my desire to always be early. Anyway, the one time I’m late due to events partially out of my control, it led to an immediate lambasting, and a dressing down, and a threat of not allowing me to see my kids. She went on further to say that I would need to come and pick them up on her way to the pool on the weekends. Figure that one out. On top of that, when I question my daughter about what was told to them yesterday morning, she told me their mother said that they were leaving and they were coming with her. How evil is that to dangle a day with her father on the weekend in front of them, bring them to the park for the purpose, and then tell them they can’t have it? Emotionally abusive, right? Tell me that’s not trying to condition my kids to believe that I don’t keep promises or that I don’t show up. In other words,abuse.

This is a woman who historically brings the kids to the park anywhere between 0930 and 1100 Her overly fluid concept of time and schedules is frustrating. I have not complained once until now. When she decides to be so inflexible as to just assume that car troubles can disappear with wish thinking or not thinking about them at all because lack of empathy; Or assume that I have no errands or needed tasks or might not ever have to do emergency repair on my truck in the morning; or can just arbitrarily decide a time for me to show up at her house so that she can make me wait in the middle of the street…she can ʞɔnɟ right on off.

Most of my money goes to that bitch for child support. She slyly negotiated the amount based on what I was making at a start up; a good $10,000 more a year than I am making now, but I’m still paying that amount. Since that was negotiated, I have had three different jobs none of which paid as much as the original job’s salary; nary a complaint because I believed it to be going to actually supporting my children.

When and if my children make it to the park at a decent time, they have threadbare clothes that almost don’t fit and shoes that look like they’ve been run through a dryer with rocks in it. Meanwhile, the bitch has purchased new appliances for the whole home, re-decorated her entire home, paid for improvements to the back of the house, and shoed her car with brand new high performance low profile tires. 

Meanwhile, I am finding it increasingly difficult to get out of a truck and into an apartment, and I find myself having to buy shoes and the occasional article of clothing for my kids that I cannot afford because I’ve already technically paid for it. Do you think it would be a straightforward task to request a renegotiation? Hell to the everloving ʞɔnɟ no!

Add to that my kids are older and are venturing further in their adventures on the weekends. I don’t always have the opportunity to make them lunch at the park like I used to. That gets expensive when you eat out all the time.

All this is effectively keeping me in the van.  despite any efforts to save, there’s always something that crops up the empties me out again, and I have to start all over.  I now have a good job that offers good health benefits, but doesn’t pay as much as I need to to get on my feet in any significant way. If I’m being kept down with a decreasing quality of life, it would seem suicide is my only course.

I keep trying and doing my best, but I just simply fail. The last thing I need is a contemptuous, emotionally abusive ʇunɔ holding my children over me as punishment for making her wait to go for a ƃuıʞɔnɟ swim. 

All over car trouble, forgotten food, & a missed bus stop.

What I need is something like what happened to that person on skid row down in LA. While I  don’t need that much, it certainly would be nice to have a windfall that could get me into four walls and under a roof on my own property, pay off my debts, fix my truck, get a reliable, commuter, car or bike, load up my kids 529s, pay off my mom‘s house; brothers house; sisters house; and buy my other sister a house, and most importantly, allow me the financial freedom, stability, and everything that comes with it to get out from under the thumb of a holier than thou evil, wicked ʇunɔ of a person.

I just can’t do this anymore. What do I do? Give up in my life? That would certainly stop the frustration and pain, but it would affect my children. The last thing I want to do is affect them more than their mother already has. 

-Update:

After the kids hadn’t shown up at the park, like usual, I put my tools away and walked to a bus stop. I rode the bus to their neighborhood, and then walked up the hill to their house. One of the cars was gone.  so she never bothered trying to take them to the park where she knew that they wanted to go and I’m only guessing that they put up a fuss when they were told they weren’t going to the park. Something tells me she filled their heads with a narrative running counter to reality. Guess I should never have transferred money from savings into my checking account to afford lunch today. Goddamn that woman. 

[survivalsherpa]

Dirt Poor Floor Joists for an Off Grid Log Cabin

Dirt Poor Floor Joists for an Off Grid Log Cabin

by Todd Walker

I think I now understand why so many pioneer log cabins had packed dirt floors.

Ease of construction may have been the #1 reason. Lacking dimensional lumber, time, and labor, a dirt floor was an easy solution. You weren’t necessarily poor, but the term, “dirt poor”, stuck. Believe it or not, there’s a growing number of wealthy folk returning to earthen floors.

With my…

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How My Dreams Were Dashed By Evil Translucent Fish

How My Dreams Were Dashed By Evil Translucent Fish

My daughter attends my alma mater, Oregon State University.  My most recent visit to OSU found me wandering past a building and a particularly disturbing memory popped into my head.  When I attended OSU, this building’s basement contained something you would expect to find at an esteemed institution of higher education — classrooms, faculty offices, and, of course, a “chamber of horrors.”

Let me…

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