well, not "poor" as we had a roof over our head and food to eat but poor in a sense that we didn't have very many things and by "things", i mean fun stuff like toys or extra money for vacations. yeah, yeah first world problems blahblahblah i know but this is my blog and i write what i want! my parents worked all the time, then my dad hurt himself so he couldn't work anymore and so it was just my mom. living in my city on a single income is hard; i have no idea how they did it but i know they worried. a lot.
and with a single income, there wasn't much left over for fun stuff after bills were paid and groceries were bought. hand-me-downs were the norm and all those fancy brand name anything? forget about it. we only went on one family vacation and my parents had to do a shit ton of refinancing (namely, the house) just to get another car.
that said, we weren't short on love or fun. money wasn't everything but at the time - and you know how all kids are selfish pricks - it kinda sucked not being able to afford the newest trendy thing or go on [insert fun exciting trip here]. not to say that we didn't get to do anything because i went to florida with my friend when i was 14, but in order for us to do shit like that, my parents really had to dig into their savings and sacrifice a whole lot. and beacuse we didn't have very much extra money laying around, we made do and by that, i mean we learned to live with cheaper alternatives so you know you grew up poor when:
++ you remember - with fondness, i might add - the myriad of ways condensed milk can be used to jazz up food since we didn't have any candy or chocolate or desserts in the house... like condensed milk sandwiches. you opened that can and poured that shit straight on bread as you shoved spoonfuls of it right into your piehole at the same time, YUM.
++ the copious amount of bread you ate because meat was sometimes scarce.
++ making your own sled since you couldn't afford the real thing.
++ or even better: wearing that bitch so YOU ARE a sled:
++ wearing pants that had pinches in the knees or thighs because your mom just sewed up the holes. i'm talking about not even putting patches on, just pinching the material and sewing that shit right up.
++ you really wanted rollerskates but the real ones were too expensive so your dad got you these instead:
++ same goes for cabbage patch kids. although they sort of looked like the real thing, they didn't feel the same, were missing the "Xavier Roberts" signature on the ass and at some angles, the face looked weird and by 'some angles' i mean all angles.
++sewing your regular jeans from the knee to the calves to make skinny jeans because buying skinny jeans were too expensive.
when you were growing up, how did you make do?
hey, hey! don't forget about the humpday confessions linkup tomorrow! ryan needs you to hump the shit out of his face!