Memoirs of a Georgia Peach - Life's a Bitch and Then You Die!

My woes continue as my floundering full time employer gives me and 18 others our walking papers. Yes, I am now a member of the 9.4 million Unemployed Americans Society. Have you ever seen such ugly statistics for so great and powerful a country? (smile)

Well, admit it or not, President Bush, the United States IS going through another Great Depression and every darn American wakes up knowing that life's a bitch - and then you die.

Thanks to Stormy Ike, people are beginning to fight for gas. Pumps are dry and stations with gasoline are far and few in-between. Food prices have skyrocketed to the point that Granny's Possum Stew is going to be sounding pretty good to a lot of folks! (lmao)

I've had hard times before. Grew up in hard times. Bacon, grits and grease was my meal many days as a child. I fear some of those days might be returning. but I know I'm strong enough to handle it. Many want make it as they haven't a clue how to "tighten their belts" and ride it out. They would never live off peanut butter sandwiches or grits and bacon. They always thought it was just a myth when people spoke of times like these. Now they are about to find out the hard way that life's a bitch - and then you die.

Me? I'll survive. It won't be easy. I may even have to eat every other day instead of every day but that's ok, too. I believe we should eat to live and not live to eat. It's the 5 year old that I worry about. Children don't understand these things and he's been through so much already. My mother was his babysitter when he was born and mom died when he was about 2 years old All he knows is something is different. He knows she isn't in her house anymore and now he refuses to go to the house. He gets upset with my eldest sister who lives there saying she got rid of my mother. We continue to try and explain death and God to him, but how do you get a child to understand something so "grown-up". A year later, this same child found his uncle dead in my kitchen. He was 3 years old at the time and he still doesn't understand why God won't let his uncle come back home. He was very close to his uncle and has been acting out a little ever since.

So , here I am now a year later telling him I have to take his Sponge Bob away. He doesn't understand that he hasn't done anything wrong and it is simply because Auntie can't afford it right now. His mother and I always punished him by taking the TV away and making him study then off to bed. I guess it is only natural that he equate the loss of cable TV to him doing something wrong.

I spend everyday trying to make money from home with some of the online Internet sites (will never make enough to pay my mortgage and credit cards) and I send out resumes and fliers for a good 4 hours everyday. No hits yet. I'm not surprised. There are a lot of professional people out of work. My competition is going to be pretty stiff and to that I say C'est la vie!

I spend part of the day preparing the house to put it on the market if it comes to that. I would really hate having to do that because the market is just not good right now. I would never get anything out of it - might not even get what it is worth!

I don't know what to do. Anyway, my full concentration right now is keeping food on the table and getting the baby's medicine. He has asthma.

One day at a time. Every morning I get up and force myself to put one foot in front of the other and I just keep busy cause one thing I know for sure, life's a bitch - and then you die.

Jes' keep climbin' -

GP

P/S - I appreciate all kind words, prayers and donations. :-)