Notice To All Of My Readers

Notice To All Of My Readers

 

After having to go through the loss of my friend’s parents dog last month, I never thought that something like that would happen any too soon again. I was oh so wrong.

My guinea pig, Alisha is now resting in peace. Here is a picture of me holding Alisha, my furry baby, and of her getting ready to give me kisses. I loved her so dearly. My friend had listened with a stethoscope and had heard at least three if not four baby’s heartbeats. I was so excited that we were going to have babies again. This was to be the last time. We never let any of our guinea pigs have more than three litters and this was her third litter.

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Wednesday, February 3rd, she seemed to be going into labor to have her babies. When I woke up Wednesday morning, there was every indication that she was in labor and had already had one still born baby. There was a lot of blood covered bedding in the cage. I was a little sad not to see a live baby, but not too concerned because I didn’t know how long it had been since she had had the still born baby.

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She was just staying in the corner being very quiet. I tried to pet her, but all she would do was shiver all over. I left her alone to see if she would finish having the babies. After about three or four hours I went to check on her and see how many babies she had had. To my dismay, she had not had any more babies, but was still bleeding. I thought that she was still having babies, but apparently they were all being still born. It was a very sad time not to see any live babies.

On Thursday, February 4th, when I first looked in on her, she was just the same as I had left her the night before. I also noticed that she had not eaten anything and had not had any water either. I had put a piece of tape on the line where the water was to check on her water intake.

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Throughout the day I continued to check on her and to pet her. Being scared that she was not going to make it, I had my friend to take some pictures of me holding her, for what could possibly be the last time. They are below.

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A few hours later I went back to check on her, but still no more babies. Not knowing anything else to do, I covered her cage up and left her alone for the night hoping to see babies in the morning.

But, that was not to happen. Much to my dismay, in the morning, Friday, February 5th, there still were no live babies to be seen. But Alisha was still very big, so I knew that there were still babies to be born.  But she was sitting in the corner differently from what she had been the day before. Now she was pressing her head up against the side of the cage and breathing very quickly. The carrot that I had given her the night before was dried up and still beside her. Obviously she still was not eating or drinking.

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My friends and I started trying to force water into her by using a small syringe and giving her a few drops at the time. We were hoping that after doing that, she would have the babies. So once again, we left her alone for three or four hours at the time, in between trying to give her water. At around 7:00 PM I went to check on her, and to hold her and hug her just for a little while. I had my friend to listen to her and to see if he could hear the babies’ heart beats. Unfortunately, he couldn’t hear any and could barely hear her heart beat. He thought that she had a collapsed lung. When I picked her up, she had an accident on me.

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I was a little alarmed, but thought that maybe she was getting ready to have her now dead babies. That, she had been in labor too long and the babies had all died. So once again, I went out and left her alone for an hour. My thoughts were that if she had the dead babies, just maybe, then she could rebound and be OK. At least that was what I was hoping.

At 8:00 PM I went back to check on her and her babies. There were no babies, and she was not breathing either. I had my friend to listen again, and he confirmed my worst fears. Alisha had died. She had died from the exhaustion of trying to have her babies. She had apparently been pushing so hard to have them that her lung collapsed and she just could not rebound from that stress. At least she is no longer suffering from her ordeal. I will miss her dearly.

All day Saturday (yesterday), February 6, I was just sort of in shock. I had been counting on watching the last babies grow up and go to loving homes. That was not to happen. Instead, I had to say “Good-Bye” forever to Alisha, my furry baby.

I am sorry that I have been unable to do my blogs during this time, but to me, my furry baby was more important. I loved her so much. I watched her grow up from the day she was born, and I bought her from my friends, when she was old enough to be taken away from her mother. It had been a wonderful time with her, and I certainly was not ready to let her go. I know that at least she will not suffer anymore.

I hope that this is the end of anybody that I know losing a pet to an untimely death. They are having a really bad effect on me lately, and I am sort of befuddled to understand as to why.

The New American Way Of Life – Go Figure

This was on my Facebook yesterday 1/24/16. Americans that are not taking the government for a spin need to fight against this kind of dishonesty. It’s people like this that keep those that really need the help from getting it. I am totally disabled and have been since I lost both of my jobs in June of 1990. Even then after my asthma got under control, I went back to school, graduated from the community college and worked until the place where I worked let me go because I was too disabled. Now I don’t even qualify for $10 in food stamps. I have an artificial bladder and my medical expenses for the supplies for it are high. The supplies are:

ABD pads at $57 per case every two months

depends (at $37 per case per month) to go over the ABD pads,so my clothes aren’t wet all of the time,

Co-pay on medicine($6 to $9 per month) to go in the bladder for two hours a day,

60cc syringes to irrigate the bladder $3 each,

10cc syringes to deflate and another one to inflate the balloon on the catheter $1.50 each

Saline to irrigate the bladder,

Sterile Water to inflate the balloon so the catheter won’t come out of my bladder (both the saline and the sterile water are $48 per case of 12 bottles),

catheters to be inserted into my abdomen on into the bladder at $13 each(Medicare will only allow 1 per month) and I need more than the one per month due to mucous build up from the bladder being made from my intestines and the intestines producing mucous and clogging the catheter(the intestines does not know that it is a bladder now),

drainage bags $10 each(Medicare allows 2 per month, no allowance for bags getting leaks in them and needing to be replaced)

washable pads for my bed so I won’t ruin my mattress when the bladder leaks during my sleep and soaks the bed $10 each,(I currently have 12 pads, but they are getting holes in them after 15 years of use. I need to replace them)etc –

The expense of the supplies doesn’t matter to the food stamp place though.

Oh, by the way I’m white. I guess if I was black I could get all kinds of help.

And the blacks think they are being mistreated? Go figure! And all the blacks can scream is discrimination.

I think I am a victim of reverse discrimination when it comes to receiving benefits from the government.

The blacks no longer have any reason to be so upset. They receive everything and all they have to do is sit on their lazy butts all day from the day they graduate and have several illegitimate children and get everything for the children too. And when questioned about getting a job say that they don’t need to get a job because they get a check from the government every month.

In the mean time people like me, who worked from the time I graduated high school until I became disabled, and then even after I got stable enough to retrain for another job, up until I got fired by my employer for being absent too much for having to have too many surgeries, can’t get diddly from the government.

 

New American Way Of Life

And the black people wonder why the white people are so upset with them. It’s because so many of them are so lazy it’s a wonder they can even breathe, that breathing doesn’t take too much effort for them to do it.

I’m not a racist either. I have many friends that are African American, and I respect them very much. But the ones that abuse the government and get benefits by being so lazy and dishonest just infuriate the heck out of me.

I worked too hard for too long to be treated the way I get treated just because I’m white and I’m honest. But at least my Mother brought me up right.

A Cute Little Story – It’s Funny

This was on Facebook today. Hope you enjoy it. It’s just for laughs.

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I think maybe the husband went a little too far in his visits to the strip club. Poor guy. Guess he won’t make that mistake again. LOL. This little story was cute. I’m just trusting that it wasn’t an actual true story.

 

 

Daddy’s Poem

If this doesn’t touch your heart, I don’t know what to think about you. It actually made me cry it is so touching. When they say “Out of the mouths of babes.” , it couldn’t be more true than this is. This was on Facebook a little while back.                                                                             ******************************************************************************

Daddy's Poem

“DADDY’S POEM”
Her hair was up in a pony tail,
her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy’s Day at school,
and she couldn’t wait to go….
But her mommy tried to tell her,
that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
if she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid;
she knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
of why he wasn’t there today.
But still her mother worried,
for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
she tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school
eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees
a dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back,
for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
anxious in their seats
One by one the teacher called
a student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
as seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name,
every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
a man who wasn’t there.
‘Where’s her daddy at?’
She heard a boy call out.
‘She probably doesn’t have one,’
another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back,
she heard a daddy say,
‘Looks like another deadbeat dad,
too busy to waste his day.’
The words did not offend her,
as she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher,
who told her to go on.
And with hands behind her back,
slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
came words incredibly unique.
‘My Daddy couldn’t be here,
because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
since this is such a special day.
And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
and how much he loves me so.
He loved to tell me stories
he taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
and taught me to fly a kite.
We used to share fudge sundaes,
and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him.
I’m not standing here alone.
‘Cause my daddy’s always with me,
even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
he’ll forever be in my heart’
With that, her little hand reached up,
and lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
beneath her favorite dress
And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,
her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
who was wise beyond her years.
For she stood up for the love
of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
doing what was right.
And when she dropped her hand back down,
staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
but its message clear and loud.
‘I love my daddy very much,
he’s my shining star.
And if he could, he’d be here,
but heaven’s just too far.
You see he is a soldier
And died just this past year.
When a roadside bomb hit his convoy
and taught us all to fear.
But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it’s like he never went away.’
And then she closed her eyes,
and saw him there that day.
And to her mothers amazement,
she witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
all starting to close their eyes.
Who knows what they saw before them,
who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
they saw him at her side.
‘I know you’re with me Daddy,’
to the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
of those once filled with doubt.
Not one in that room could explain it,
for each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
was a fragrant long-stemmed rose.
And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
by the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing,
that heaven is never too far.

What Religion Is Your Bra?

This little story was on my Facebook today in Kelly Bagnasco’s posts. I thought my readers just might enjoy it. This is so funny. I can almost see an older man asking such a question and being as befuddled as the man in the story was. Whoever came up with this little story can really make up good ones. 

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WHAT RELIGION IS YOUR BRA?
This is sooooo funny!

A man walked into the ladies department and shyly walked up to
the woman behind the counter and said,
‘I’d like to buy a bra for my wife.’
‘What type of bra?’ asked the clerk.

‘Type?’ inquires the man, ‘There’s more than one type?’
‘Look around,’ said the saleslady, as she showed a sea of bras in every shape, size, color and material imaginable.
‘Actually, even with all of this variety, there are really only four types of bras to choose from.’

Relieved, the man asked about the types.

The saleslady replied:
‘There are the Catholic, Salvation Army, Presbyterian, and the Baptist types.
Which one would you prefer?’

Now totally befuddled, the man asked about the differences between them.
The Saleslady responded, ‘It is all really quite simple.’

The Catholic type supports the masses;
The Salvation Army type lifts the fallen;
The Presbyterian type keeps them staunch and upright;
The Baptist type makes mountains out of molehills.

Oh and

Have you ever wondered why A, B, C, D, DD , E, F, G, and H are the letters used to define bra sizes?

If you have wondered why, but couldn’t figure out what the letters stood for, it is about time you became informed!

{A} Almost Boobs.
{B} Barely there.
{C} Can’t Complain.
{D} Dang!
{DD} Double dang!
{E} Enormous!
{F} Fake.
{G} Get a Reduction.
{H} Help me, I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!

Send this to all that will appreciate it!

oh, they forgot the German bra.
Holtzemfromfloppen!!

What Religion Is Your Bra

An Important Lesson To Learn

This little story was on my Facebook recently. It really touched me and spoke volumes to me, and made me stop and think really hard.

Read it and see what you think.

 

Burned Biscuits – A lesson we all should learn.

Burned Biscuits

When I was a kid, my Mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my Mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed!

All my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my Mom and ask me how my day was at school. I don’t remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that ugly burned biscuit. He ate every bite of that thing…never made a face nor uttered a word about it!

When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my Mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I’ll never forget what he said, “Honey, I love burned biscuits every now and then.”

Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, “Your Mom put in a hard day at work today and she’s real tired. And besides–a little burned biscuit never hurt anyone!”
As I’ve grown older, I’ve thought about that many times. Life is full of imperfect things and imperfect people.
I’m not the best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone else. But what I’ve learned over the years is that learning to accept each other’s faults and choosing to celebrate each other’s differences is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.

And that’s my prayer for you today…that you will learn to take the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your life and lay them at the feet of God. Because in the end, He’s the only One who will be able to give you a relationship where a burnt biscuit isn’t a deal-breaker!

We could extend this to any relationship. In fact, understanding is the base of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-child or friendship!

“Don’t put the key to your happiness in someone else’s pocket–keep it in your own.”
So, please pass me a biscuit, and yes, the burned one will do just fine.

Be kinder than necessary because everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
“Life without God is like an unsharpened pencil–it has no point”

-Anonymous

My Grandpa Montague was similar to this man. Not much got him upset. He even ate burned toast, because “everybody needs to eat burned stuff every once in a while”.

Afterwards they will have a greater respect for things that are not burned.

FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND

I have always liked this poem, but until now never had a chance to get a copy of it. I hope that it will mean as much to other people as it has to me.

FOOT  PRINTS  IN  THE  SAND

One night I dreamed I was walking

Along the beach with the Lord

Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky

In each scene I  noticed footprints in the sand

Sometimes there were two sets of footprints

Other times there were one set of footprints

This bothered me because I noticed that

During the low periods of my life when I was

Suffering from anguish, sorrow, or defeat,

I could see only one set of footprints,

So I said to the Lord, “You promised me,

Lord, that if I followed You,

You would walk with me always.

But I noticed that during the most trying periods

Of my life there have only been

One set of prints in the sand.

Why, when I have needed You most,

You have not been there for me?”

The Lord replied,

The times when you have seen only one set of footprints

Is when I carried you.”

          Author Unknown

Social Security – SSI – Social Security Disability Income – WELFARE

This article is the result of quite a bit of frustration on my part, resulting from all of the trouble and hard times that I go through everyday. My life, due to being disabled and not even having enough money to buy medical things that I need, clothes, or hardly anything else for that matter. As the article will point out, I have worked and or gone to school since the day I graduated from High School until the day I became disabled, and even after that. I have struggled for more years than the woman in the video (later in this article) can even imagine, yet she gets handed everything, from the government, on a silver platter so to speak, or at least it seems that way to me.

The definitions of the government programs are as I perceive these programs to be, from what I have seen and heard.

Social Security – The payment that is received every month once a person retires, at or after the age of 62. Payments have been made into this program by withdrawals being made every payday from the employee’s paycheck. There is usually medical insurance and retirement payments from the employer, where the employee is retiring. They also qualify to obtain Medicare and pay whatever co-pays are left, after their retirement insurance has paid first and Medicare has paid their part.

Supplemental Security Income – A payment that is usually made to someone that has been born with a defect that prevents them from being able to earn a living. Sometimes a payment is made from the Supplemental Security Income program to people that have become disabled later in life. This is true if the person is on what is called a PASS, Plan for Achieving Self Support, after having been re-trained, by Vocational Rehabilitation, to do something other than what they could do before they became disabled. While they are receiving the Supplemental Security Income payments, they also receive a Medicaid card. The Medicaid card pays ALL MEDICAL BILLS and PRESCRIPTIONS ARE ONLY $1. They automatically qualify for food stamps also.

Social Security Disability Income – When a person becomes disabled later in life, and they have worked at least three months in the past year, they are eligible to receive Social Security Disability Income. This is only after they have been off work for six months. During this time they do not have any medical insurance, and no money. They have to depend on family and friends for everything. After a period of two years, they qualify for Medicare to pay for many of their medical bills with leaving a 20% co-pay to be paid by the disabled person. When they qualify for Medicare Part D, they have to pay for the prescription insurance and co-pays an all of their prescriptions that are covered. If by chance a prescription is not covered, then they have to pay for the full amount of the prescription. If they are lucky, they may qualify for $10 in food stamps. At least that is what happened to me. I had to save my food stamps for two months to even be able to afford peanut butter, jelly and bread. What a laugh. Most disabled people, just by the nature of them being disabled, have more medical bills than the normal person does. Their money does not go very far at all. The disability is barely enough to pay for rent, utilities, some food, medical co-pays, prescription co-pays, medical supplies, and transportation. If there is enough left they can buy some clothes. It would be nice if they could receive just $1 in Supplemental Security Income and then they would get a Medicaid card and food stamps.

If by chance they are like I was, they worked too long and made too much money to qualify for any Supplemental Security Income and a Medicaid card. I worked from the time I graduated High School in 1970 and then graduated from Business College in 1971, up until I became disabled in 1989. I worked a full time job and a part time job for the last five years of that time. I lost both jobs on the same day. It took doctors from 1989 until 1993 to find the magical combination of medication to control my asthma attacks enough for me to go back to school. At the time I started attending the community college where I live, I was pulling oxygen tanks behind me and had to wear a medical face mask to be able to attend. The month that I started attending school, I found out that I was diabetic. I was still having asthma attacks, but not every 7-10 days like I had been doing for the last four years. I was only able to attend classes on a half time basis. This meant that I would have to attend classes for twice as long as most of the other students did.

I started attending the community college in May of 1993 and graduated, With Honors in May of 2000. I actually finished in December of 1999, but the graduation ceremonies weren’t until May of 2000. During the time that I was attending the community college I underwent eleven surgeries.

When I started attending the community college, I had planned on becoming a Registered Respiratory Therapist. I wanted to help people with breathing problems the same way that all of the respiratory care professionals helped me every time that I was rushed to the hospital or admitted for my breathing issues. However, in January of 1995, I ended up in a wheelchair and had to change my major. I had just been accepted into the respiratory care program. I was heartbroken. I chose computers. I didn’t think that there was any way possible to do respiratory care from a wheelchair. A person can do computers from a wheelchair. Once I ended up in a wheelchair, I had to start going to physical therapy in the pool at Cardinal Hill Rehabilitation Hospital. Medical appointments now took up more time than going to school did. I ended up in leg braces from up on my thighs clear under my feet. I had to trade in my car for a full sized van, as I could not steer my car correctly due to the braces hitting the steering wheel. Then I got to where I could no longer propel my wheelchair due to my orthopedic problems, I had to start using a scooter. This made it necessary for me to get someone to make a ramp to get my scooter in and out of my van. Luckily, this was during one of my surgeries, and my Mom and Pop were helping me while I was recuperating from it.  My Pop made me a ramp for the van, a ramp to get into the patio in the back of my apartment, and a ramp to get into the apartment itself. I had paid $600 to have a ramp professionally built out the front of the apartment when I first moved in. Unfortunately that ramp was not wide enough for the scooter to make the turn into the front door of the apartment, so I was unable to use it. But I did not give up, I persevered.

My van needed some minor repairs on week, and I had to use the Red Cross Wheels Bus transportation. There were two very old buses that were still being used at the time. When the bus arrived to take me home from school, I was unlucky enough to get one of those buses. I had only had my scooter for less than six weeks. Unfortunately those older buses had shorter lifts than the newer buses did. Every time that I was on one of those buses I would have to very precariously place the front wheel of my scooter as close to the edge of the ramp as was possible without going off of the ramp. This had to be done very slowly and precisely. This particular day I was about one inch short. The bus driver told me to come forward very slowly. I barely touched the control switch to make the scooter move. As soon as I touched it, the scooter lurched forward and was hanging off of the front end of the ramp. The bus driver was hanging on to the front end of the scooter while trying to lower the lift and I was sitting back and leaning back as far as I could to try to make the scooter come backwards. By the grace of my gracious God, the driver and I were able to lower the lift, and the scooter with me on it, safely to the ground. I took the scooter the next day to the medical supply dealer where I had purchased it. They discovered that the potentiometer was malfunctioning and replaced it. Mine was the first one that had ever done that.

One day in September of 1997, when I was leaving school, I was about to push the scooter up into the van, but gave it a second thought. My abdomen was hurting from where I had had to have the first of my bladder surgeries, a few months earlier in April. I looked at the ramp leaning up against the back entrance to the van and looked at the scooter. After having pushed the scooter up into the van so many times, I knew that the ramp could handle the weight of the scooter and my weight also. It was at that moment that I decided to ride the scooter up into the van and duck my head as I was about to enter the van. Well, as I was saying that I could do it, gravity proved me wrong. The scooter and I both went rolling backwards down the ramp and the scooter and I ended up with me on my back looking up at the sky ant the back end of the scooter flat on the ground with the handle bar and controls pointing up to the sky as well. Luckily there were two men in the parking lot at the time. They were on different sides of the parking lot and both came running toward me. They both arrived at my side at the same time. They helped me up and asked me if I was hurt. I assured them that I wasn’t, and they proceeded to lift my scooter up into the van for me. After the scooter was safely in the van, they looked at each other and both agreed that they would have done the same thing. Once again, I did not give up, I persevered.

I called my Vocational Rehabilitation counselor when I arrived home and told her what had happened. She made arrangements to have a specialist in lifts, for scooters and wheelchairs, to look at my van the next day, and decide what would be the best route to go to alleviate the situation from happening again.

They were watching me push the scooter up into the van as it was starting to rain. I started slipping backwards with the scooter’s weight on the wet ramp. Everybody started grabbing me and the scooter to prevent another accident from happening right there in front of them. The decision was made to have a claw lift put in the back of the van. I took it to the installation business the next day and had the lift put in. They showed me how to secure the claw onto the T Bar under the seat of the scooter and gently push the scooter into the van as the lift was raising it up into the air. For whatever reason, the lift motor burned out in less than three months and another one had to be put in. They did some research and found out that the lift was not heavy duty enough for my scooter. Needless to say, the next lift was a heavy duty lift that was able to accommodate my scooter. Once again, I did not give up, I persevered.

After I graduated from the community college, I obtained a job working at Bank One in Lexington, Kentucky. My classes were done in December of 1999, and I started working in March of 2000. I graduated in May of 2000. Here is a picture of me at work one day.

bonnie at first bank

During my employment I underwent seven surgeries. The most major one was the one where I received my artificial bladder. The second most major one was the artificial knee replacement of my left knee. Unfortunately after the seventh surgery, I lost my job.

I returned to work, after my seventh surgery, and went to sit down at my desk. My supervisor met me and told me not to sit down. She then went on to tell me that I no longer worked there, that I was too disabled to work and had to be absent for too many surgeries. They hired me because they needed somebody to work, nor somebody to be off so much for so many surgeries. And so my ability to work was proven to be an inability instead.

Up until that point I had always been able to say, very proudly, that I was not a quitter. I still do not consider myself a quitter, but I am obviously not employable due to my numerous medical issues.

My family and friends remind me all of the time that the SSDI that I receive is being paid for by them. I remind them that I worked up until I became disabled. Once my medical situation was brought under control. I went back to school, graduated WITH HONORS, got a job and started back to work. I tried as hard as I could. Unfortunately the work force deemed me to be too disabled, due to my numerous medical conditions and surgeries with the resulting absences, to be able to work. They informed me that I could no longer be depended on to be at work, that I was absent too much. Now I have to live with the constant reminder that other people pay for everything that I have. They tell me that I long ago exhausted any money that I contributed to the SSDI that I have been receiving. But I still try to persevere.

What aggravates me the most is that I have always fought to be able to keep going no matter what life has dealt me. But now I am no longer able to do that. The job force doesn’t want me anymore, because of something beyond my control. I have been deemed too disabled to work. And I cannot qualify for a Medicaid card to help with any of my medical expenses. Yes, I do have Medicare, but with all of my medical problems, I have so many medical bills that I am unable to pay the co-pays. And to know that a lazy butt person, like the one in the next section about WELFARE, can sit home on her lazy butt and keep popping out babies, so that the government will have to take care of them, just really aggravates me to the max. They get housing, food stamps and medical expenses, all paid for by the government. Maybe after reading the article and watching the video you will see why I am so aggravated about the whole thing. Hopefully, some day people like this lazy butt woman, will no longer be able to sit home having babies just to qualify for the government to take care of them for all of their sorry lazy butt  lives. And yes, if you can’t tell, I am furious about the whole situation.

WELFARE – A payment that is not earned but is given to someone that has unexpectedly fallen on hard times. This payment is supposed to be for a limited amount of time. It was originally meant to help people to get back on their feet after an unexpected hardship, as in the loss of a job, or loss of a residence due to acts of God as they are called, like tornadoes, floods, hurricanes, earthquakes, or forest fires.

Even though this is what WELFARE started out to be, it is not what it has ended up being. Now days it is a way for lazy butt people to sit back and have one illegitimate baby after another. By having the babies they qualify for government assistance which includes  money for shelter, food stamps, medical care paid in full for all of the children, and money to buy the clothes and such for the children.

I have heard these young women talking on the bus about getting pregnant again because their youngest baby is now 18 months old and the oldest one is 5 years old, and the oldest one’s WIC benefits are about to run out. They can receive WIC benefits for the child until they are five years old. Even after the child is five, they will still receive housing and food stamps due to the number of dependents in the family. So up until the last baby turns eighteen, these lazy butt baby producing women will be supported by the government.

There was even a story, in December of 2014, about a woman that is now 30 years old and has never worked a day in her life. From her picture you can tell that she has nice things. She is single, has four children and has  been on WELFARE since the day she turned 18 years old and graduated from High School. She has on what appears to be very expensive jewelry, and has numerous tattoos (and tattoos are not cheap). She even states in the article that she has no intention of going to work. My question is, “If she can afford the nice clothes, the jewelry and the tattoos, then why can’t she work to pay for it?” “Why does the government continue to pay for all of her basic needs.” “Why haven’t the children been taken away from her and her lazy butt been made to work?”

She says that she doesn’t need to work because she gets a check from the government every month. She receives $780 in food stamps, $500 in tennant payments, WIC, and Medicaid  – which means all of her medical bills are paid in full and prescriptions only cost $1 each. She has even sold her food stamps for cash.

 

 

The woman in this video did not say if she smoked or drank, and of course would never admit to doing drugs even if she did them everyday. If the people on WELFARE can afford to smoke, drink, and do drugs, then they don’t deserve to receive WELFARE. Working people have worked hard, just to have part of their money taken away from them for lazy butt people like her. She sees no need to work and therefore does not work. I don’t know, but she looks very able to work to me. I mean, look at my picture. 

bonnie at first bank

Even with all of my limitations, and numerous surgeries, I completed school and then found a job and went to work. I arrived at my interview on a scooter with leg braces, wrist braces, a back brace, and a medical face mask on my face. They still hired me. If I can do it, then a lazy butt, well able bodied person, like her should HAVE to work also. She should not be allowed to stay on government assistance and keep bringing illegitimate children into this society for the government to have to take care of them as well.

Anybody can slip up and have an unexpected pregnancy. If they have a second baby, then they should have to consent to sterilization, so they cannot bring any more children into this society, and the second baby should be taken away. They should not be allowed to keep having babies, just so that they can keep receiving WELFARE. They know that as long as they have a child under five years old they will receive WIC and other government assistance. After all, the government won’t let an innocent child suffer because of their irresponsible parents. Any babies after the first one should be taken away and awarded to someone that can afford them. The government needs to stop rewarding lazy butt women for sitting at home on their lazy butts just popping out one baby after another one for the government to have to take care of. That is not what WELFARE was intended to do.

I will not hesitate to say that if sterilization after the second baby and the second baby being taken away was made law, then there would not be so many illegitimate babies and resulting government assistance being paid out. The government would save a lot of money that way. My point is that something has to be done. The situation with all of these lazy butt women popping out one illegitimate baby after another, so that they can receive government assistance and stay home on their lazy butt and not work, has got to stop. I bet that if some kind of study was done, the results would be that most of the delinquency, lawlessness, and violence is being done by these illegitimate children that did not have a proper father figure or any kind of proper training in their one lazy butt parent environment. Thus the circle continues and even avalanches like a small snowball keeps getting bigger and bigger, until the final explosion happens. Well people, wake up, the explosion is happening now!!!!!

 

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I believe this with all of my heart. I had to have drug tests to work for my money, why shouldn’t lazy butt people have to have  drug tests to receive money too?

Drug Tests for welfare checks

The Comical Conservative

Agreed!!!

Top of Form

This should be a law in all 50 states. If the working person has to pass drug tests to get and keep a job in order to earn their money, and part of their hard earned money is taken away to help unfortunate people and lazy butt people then the freeloaders that spend the money, should have to pass drug tests also. They should have to have surprise tests too, just like the working person does. If they fail the test, then their benefits should stop. If children are involved, then the children should be taken away. Parents don’t need to do drugs when they have the responsibility of raising children.

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I can’t imagine that I am the only person that feels the way that I do. We just have to find a way for this craziness, of just handing out money to lazy butt people, has to stop once and for all. I have a lot of disabled friends that have found jobs, so surely to goodness these able bodied people can find jobs too. I mean, look at my picture.

bonnie at first bank

If I could find a job, with all of the things that I needed to have to work, they can too. I arrived at my interview on a scooter with leg braces, wrist braces, a back brace, and a medical face mask on my face. They still hired me. So tell me again why a perfectly able bodied person cannot find a job?

Let me know what you think in the comments below.

 

Homemade Stain Remover

Homemade Stain Remover

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Ingredients

  • one part Dawn dish-washing liquid soap (I usually use 1 tablespoon)
  • two parts hydrogen peroxide (I usually use 2 tablespoons)
  • 1-2 tablespoons baking soda (I usually use 1 tablespoon)

Instructions

  1. In a small bowl, mix the ingredients together.
  2. Use a small brush to scrub the mixture into the stained area. Rinse, then launder as usual.
  3. For tougher stains, let the mixture sit on the stained garment for an hour or so, then launder. Or treat the area a few times before laundering.

Notes

I recommend doing a test on an inconspicuous part of the garment first to make sure that the spot remover will not harm the fabric. Hydrogen peroxide can be tough on fabric. Peroxide is sensitive to light, hence the dark bottles, so it is best to mix this up in small amounts as needed for each time.

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I searched on Google for homemade laundry stain remover, and this was what I found. It sounds pretty good to me. I am going to try it the next time I do laundry. If it works, then I will have an alternative to having to buy stain remover, and an added bonus that I am able to use all of the ingredients for other things as well. I will post an update to let you know how it worked for me.  This was on the http://fabulesslyfrugal.com/homemade-stain-remover-picture-tutorial/    website.

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The Only Spot Remover You Will Ever Need

The Only Spot Remover You Will Ever Need

A lot of you probably already know that you can use a grease-fighting dish soap to help with grease stains, but this easy concoction takes it up a notch…

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Stains that would not come out with other methods and cleaners came out completely with this spot remover. Try this spot remover on: yellow underarm stains, blood stains, grease stains, poop stains, baby food stains, cutting board stains, and much more!

Plus, it is cheap! You probably already have everything you need to make it right now.

Do you keep baking soda in your fridge for odors? After your baking soda has soaked up all the odors that it can, give it a second life and put it to work in this cleaning mixture.

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Mix the 3 ingredients together in a small bowl. I just mix up a small amount each time I have a few stains to treat because the hydrogen peroxide may become less effective when exposed to light.

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Little bowls like these custard cups would work great and come in handy for all sorts of other things in the kitchen!

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Use a small brush to scrub the mixture into the stained area. I use an old toothbrush. Then rinse, if desired. Launder as usual.

For tough stains, you can let the mixture sit on the garment for an hour or so, then launder as usual. Or treat the area a few times before laundering. This often even works on old stains that have even already been set!

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For this lovely stain, we let it sit for a few minutes after the first treatment, rinsed, then we treated it again and let it sit for another little while. After laundering as normal, the stain is completely gone!

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I searched on Google for homemade laundry stain remover, and this was what I found. It sounds pretty good to me. I am going to try it the next time I do laundry. If it works, then I will have an alternative to having to buy stain remover, and an added bonus that I am able to use all of the ingredients for other things as well. I will post an update to let you know how it worked for me.  This was on the http://fabulesslyfrugal.com/homemade-stain-remover-picture-tutorial/   website

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