What the....

I'm getting really frickin' tired of all these people who think that just because they're living better than me they can talk down their noses at me and my husband-just because we don't have half as much money as we do.  So what?  We don't have a 3 figure salary.  So what?  What's it to you?  Have I bothered you by being poor?  Have I bothered you because we can't afford that nice big plasma screen television that you bought with the extra money you had just 'laying around' while sometimes we don't know where our next meal is coming from, or what we're gonna do from one day to the next?  I'm terribly sorry that my husband and I cannot afford the ugly $500 pair of shoes that you bought to wear to the fancy shmancy gala that you were at for half an hour, wearing a suit and dress and jewelry that cost more money than we make in a year.  I'm sorry that we cannot afford to buy the all natural organic food that you nonchalantly throw in your buggy without a second thought to how much it is and what you'll have to give up to buy that 100% all natural, organic piece of garbage that I can grow in my backyard for FREE.  I'm not doing you any harm  by being in poverty.  I'm not harming you, so leave me and my husband alone.  You say you donate to charities to help the poor people.  Don't you know that in the Bible, the woman who gave the least got the biggest reward?  You're nothing but a bigot, get your head out of your butt and get over yourself.  Quickly.  Nobody cares about you and your snobby way, your 500 dollar jeans, your 300 dollar shoes and your 60 dollar haircut.  Not even me.

End of Story.

Interesting thoughts and ideas

Have you ever thought what it'd be like if your life suddenly changed?  For example, say you're poor.  What would you feel like waking up a millionaire the next morning?  Or-what if you were filthy stinkin' rich, and you woke up poor as a church mouse?  Would your friends change, or would you just be in awe of what you have gotten into, either way?  I've been thinking about that-I wish one morning, my husband and I would be able to wake up filthy stinking rich.  He and I both don't want to be rich to show it off to people, we want to have nice things-who doesn't?  We want to use the money to glorify the name of our Lord.  Right now, he and I are so poor-but we're madly in love with each other.  He and I don't ask for much, we have the Lord in our hearts, a little food in our belly, and each other.  That's all we want. 

If he and I did have plenty of money, the first thing I would do would get the medical treatment I need in order to be healthier.  As many of my readers (ha) know, I suffer from PCOS.  It gets painful at times.  The cysts have been acting up and has been causing me pain.  Since I am uninsured, I cannot afford to go to the doctor for trivial things-they'd tell me to just deal with it and go home.  So I have been downing tylenol and ibuprofen like candy to just ease the pain a notch or ten, and have been trying to use the heating pad to keep the cramping to a minimum.  It's barely helped-but this too shall pass.

I have also been thinking of taking up writing stories again.  That's something I've always loved to do.  Some people its art, others music.  My niche is writing.  When I'm writing about fictional characters and their problems, the stresses and strains of living penny by penny just slip right out of my mind. 

What do you all do to ease your stress?