Can I have another swig?

Fact. I frequently refer to a certain group of people as, "my roommates." Fact. I only have...one roommate. Anyway, there are just three or four people who I'm always referring to when I say that. Sometimes because they're just always in my room, sometimes in the wee hours of the morning and sometimes playing loud music and sometimes, you know, doing the roommate thing. But...sometimes standing there, holding that blanket for me as I fall out of the twenty-story building. (Cartoons, right?)


I don't think they mean to do either one. Not all the time at least. But they do.


The thing is, is that that's kindof the way sisters are--sometimes loud when you're trying to study; sometimes always in your room...sometimes leaving their stuff in your space. But always there to share a Dr. Pepper, because there's only one left in the fridge, or to watch sad movies, or to talk about how much you miss your Mom.


Not sure if ya'll (ya'll West Coasters) will read this or not, but if you do--thanks. Looking forward to Denny's in t-minus 45 minutes. And we'll have to buy some more DP ;]

About my last post-

It did, at one time, actually have contents. I'm not sure what happened to them, but they are obviously NOT there anymore. Whoops.


So I guess, in case that's a message to me about publishing such ideas, I'll revise. It's okay to be poor, it's just not okay to be complacent. That's one of those things that really bugs me about charity. (Oh gosh. I said it.) Being charitable is a great thing- but the point of it is to help out people who are in need. Not in want. (As in, not in want of free things, but also as in, not in want of not having to work, even if capable.)


My original post was not about charity, nor was it directing anyone toward my opinions regarding um...all the programs that America has in place that allow a lot of people to free ride without working very hard. My original post was about those who do work hard, and still don't make so very much money. I guess maybe because that was a day when I was really thinking about becoming a teacher. Like, a high school teacher. I feel like I'd be good at that. Actually, I spent a good deal of my high school career denying that, despite what my peers and my parents (especially my Dad) told me.


Then it just got me thinking. Teachers are respectable. As are firefighters. My best friend's a fireman. And so are policemen and women. My Uncle's a policeman. Soldiers. I actually don't know any of those real well. However, my point is this: that we couldn't function in our day-to-day lives without these people. We need them, and we need them to work hard.


So if I want to be one, even though I'm not going to make very much money...it's okay.


Supporting a family is important. There's going to have to be a lot of bad things that happen before my kids either don't eat regularly or don't get to go to college because I can't pay for it. But a little frugality never hurt anyone.