Tell you what: she's quite something. She only dates older men. She is a departmental supervisor at a prestigious national company; she just signed a modeling contract 3 weeks ago; she is going to try for American Idol when they come to Arkansas the next time; she can't find love 'cause no one looks deeper than her beauty. How can I introduce you two?

growing up in the ghetto just under LA when i was a kid... mom worked 16 hour days to make sure i had school shoes. i was so independant that it made me one hell of an honery woman.

but it was nothin compared to my best friend who lived in the projects across the street. mom was a meth addict dad was a dealer and MY MOM combed the lice outta their hair and took care of her and her brother and sister on top of me.

it was a crazy life back then.

trust me.. i thank god every day for not being on the street or in the projects.

vERY entertaining profile and great pix. Got some artistic talent there, girl!

lol thank you.

Seriously. Even an old hillbilly can recognize that!

The poorest I've ever been was when I had a good life: I lived in my house of seven bedrooms, kept company with expensive film stars, my chauffeur drove a Bentley and on the weekends I'd take out my red Benz sports convertible.

Unfortunately I also owed the government $1,208,442 in back taxes, the Ruzzio family another two million, my house was mortgaged to the hill, the Bentley and the Jaguar (which unfortunately I was forced to drive off the cliff at gun point, for insurance purposes -- that's when I got the Benz) had more money invested in them than what I had in the bank, I owed my tailor, my greengrocer and my shoe-shine boy.

Hey! I been lookin' for you.

She's a model? Makes sense.


I'm assuming she doesnt need dad's help finding men.


Good luck

Good luck? Dude, I'm my daughters' best friend! They're killin' me! I offer to shoot the sobS or break kneecaps or whatever. ()&^%%(&(&(*^&*&%+)_(**&%$#@!!&&*^^

college

I will never eat Top Ramen again

I was always raised on a tight budget.

My grandma somehow managed to raise me on $800 a month my entire life.

I'm working and spoiling her rotten now. :}

Growing up with six siblings, we weren't exactly poor but we had hand-me-downs and made do with what was put on the table for dinner.

I guess I would have to say that right now is about the worst of it. No support from my ex for our daughter, he has the older one but has the doctor bills sent to my house because he doesn't have medical insurance. Thankfully she doesn't have to go to the doctor's that often. Still have to figure out how to rob Peter to pay Paul every month.

The time I think I was most afraid of being poor was I had divorced, collecting zero child support, and my son's asthma was a threat.

eh. i live in a forkin camptrailer i mow lawns an my cuppords are almost always empty.


i would say the past year an a half have been my biggest downers..

Ive been poor and Ive been po!!! Ive also been well off. I think the poorest I was when I was pregnant living with my son's dad. We barely could afford to eat anything more than kraft dinner and it was bad because I was supposed to be on a low salt diet. Finally I was admitted to the hospital for a month and they fed me properly. The last time I was poor was when I went back to college. I actually had to count the tp paper sheet, bought dollar store deodorant......gaaaaaaawd I could barely afford gas for my car. I hated being po!!!

What's the poorest you've ever been?
....today. Thanks corporate greed, unscrupulous f***ers like bernie madoff, loser lying f**k politicians, and all the sheeple that made it happen. I piss on you f**ks.

Sell your stocks, sell your soul, sell your life into a big bad hole. Obama can sell his government s**t he's just a corporate hypocrite. They're lying here, they're lying there, they're lying through their underwear. They work you to death, so they can bleed you dry, and they lie to you looking you in the eye. They dangle your freedoms on a rope, while selling your future and lying about hope. But they sit back and think its funny, let's see those dumb f**kers eat their money. So you might as well worship satan you might as well do meth, because all you're falsed promised here is taxes and death.

I didn't know either of these facts, interesting, and Thank You!
This has been a Very "Humbling" thread to read, but I have enjoyed reading it.

My Poorest time?
Prolly the only time I decided to live with a man.
I traveled from Atlanta to Spokane, Washington to do it.
I sold 2 cars, and gave up 2 jobs, and uprooted my entire life in order to figure out if this was something that I wanted to do... (spend the rest of my life along side this man)
I ended up having to work 3 Jobs, and sleep sitting upright in the Lazy-Boy Chair, as to Not muss up my hair or Makeup in between jobs.
I had to depend on HIS ex-Girlfriend to get me to work alot of the time, or take the Bus in the Snow. It was Cold, I was Pissy, and Tired alot. Since I worked in the Catering Department at a Large Hotel at the time... much of the extra food came home with me, (Very Against the Rules!) and that is pretty much what we survived on... other people's Left Overs.

I can remember filling up my Hockey Bag (ok HUGE) with our Laundry, and then throwing it over my Shoulder to Walk to the Mat, so that we could have clean Clothes on the one day in like 10 I had off to do Domestic stuff. It seemed that I was the Only one doing the Domestic stuff like that.
The worst part about it all.... I was Fricken Miserable. I Loved this Man when we were together in Atlanta. I HATED him when I lived along side him.... and I traveled 2600 Miles to do it.
Ugg.

The Funny part about all of it...
That was in 1998-1999.
Right now, a Decade Later I think I'm ready to give it another Stab. The next time I elect to live beside a man will be the last time.

Bah! Who needs money? All you need is love!