son of witless

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOooo. You just brought back, some horribly painful childhood memories. My Mom raised 6 of us and my Father was frequently out of work, when he wasn't gallivanting in another state with another woman. My Mother could squeeze a penny until Abe Lincoln screamed for help.

She used to blend off the powdered milk with real milk and years later would say " you guys never knew the difference. " Uh yea we did Mommy Dearest, we just knew that like the prisoners in the penitentiary, that this was all we were getting.

On the good side, she made gallons of ice tea, with real tea bags and real sugar. That was [pretty inexpensive. I was the only one of my litter mates who swilled that stuff. Didn't sleep much, which was good, because when my Mom did have money, she liked to order late night pizza, which I got my share of.

To this day my brothers complain of how they woke up in the morning to find pizza boxes in the kitchen as the evidence that they missed out. You snooze, you lose.

Ricktloml

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Ricktloml

[quote=son of witless]OOOOOOOOOOOOOOooo. You just brought back, some horribly painful childhood memories. My Mom raised 6 of us and my Father was frequently out of work, when he wasn't gallivanting in another state with another woman. My Mother could squeeze a penny until Abe Lincoln screamed for help.

She used to blend off the powdered milk with real milk and years later would say " you guys never knew the difference. " Uh yea we did Mommy Dearest, we just knew that like the prisoners in the penitentiary, that this was all we were getting.

On the good side, she made gallons of ice tea, with real tea bags and real sugar. That was [pretty inexpensive. I was the only one of my litter mates who swilled that stuff. Didn't sleep much, which was good, because when my Mom did have money, she liked to order late night pizza, which I got my share of.

To this day my brothers complain of how they woke up in the morning to find pizza boxes in the kitchen as the evidence that they missed out. You snooze, you lose. [/quote]

I grew up what would be considered poor. My mother was a single mom/grandmother lived with us. Mom worked 3 jobs. We didn't have much, but, my grandmother was the cook for the Kerr family, (Kerr Oil,) during the depression. She and her 4 kids lived in a literal shed on the property, (as part of her pay.) The food itself was simple but I can truly say I never had a bad meal. Because the staples were cheap she would make homemade cinnamon rolls/bread. I remember being poor, but I can say the food was great

son of witless

In fairness to my Mother and Grandmother, their early lives were much poorer and worse than mine. Each generation tries to do better for their kids. I did a lot better for mine, but I only had two to raise, not six. I also never deserted my family as my father did. I also raised them in one house and town, instead of moving them to six different places as I was. Trust me, that crap matters.

Wonttakeitanymore

In real estate I cherish gas station food and passed it on to my son!!!

archie bunker Loc: Texas

[quote=son of witless]OOOOOOOOOOOOOOooo. You just brought back, some horribly painful childhood memories. My Mom raised 6 of us and my Father was frequently out of work, when he wasn't gallivanting in another state with another woman. My Mother could squeeze a penny until Abe Lincoln screamed for help.

She used to blend off the powdered milk with real milk and years later would say " you guys never knew the difference. " Uh yea we did Mommy Dearest, we just knew that like the prisoners in the penitentiary, that this was all we were getting.

On the good side, she made gallons of ice tea, with real tea bags and real sugar. That was [pretty inexpensive. I was the only one of my litter mates who swilled that stuff. Didn't sleep much, which was good, because when my Mom did have money, she liked to order late night pizza, which I got my share of.

To this day my brothers complain of how they woke up in the morning to find pizza boxes in the kitchen as the evidence that they missed out. You snooze, you lose. [/quote]

Lol! My mom was the same way. Only she took it a step further. She would buy several gallons of milk on sale, and freeze them. Then, she would mix it half, and half with powdered milk. She told us just shake it up. It's milk, it's fine. It was nasty, but that's what we had, so we drank it.

When Mrs. Bunker moved in here, she went shopping, and brought home a gallon of 2% milk, and expected my kids to be good with it.
That was my first stand in our marriage. If I can see through it, it ain't milk, and my kids ain't having it. I want it as close to straight from the tit as I can get it. So do my kids.
Now that I think about it, out of 27 years, that might have been my only successful stand.

son of witless

I must now confess something. When my wife started buying 2 % milk I let it go. I don't taste the difference. Now 1 % we both can taste that, so 2 % it is.

As far as successful stands in a marriage, I find that money is where all the conflict is. Generally which ever partner is the cheap skate and the worrier will end up controlling it. If the free spirit gets their hands on the money, there soon will not be any. I have yet to find a marriage where there is e******y in money.

Ricktloml

I live in a small town/they were honoring a gentleman who was 101 years old. They asked him what his secret was...he said---my beautiful bride of over 50 years (99 years old) makes me biscuits and gravy for breakfast EVERY morning

archie bunker Loc: Texas

I guess I'm a lucky man. We each have our own money, with a separate account for monthly bills which is mutually agreed on. She can have all the shoes she wants as long as she can afford them.
Just like I can have all the beer, and bullets I want as long as I can afford them.
We meet in the middle on a lot of stuff too.
But then, we're pretty simple folks who don't require much to be happy. Mostly, these damn dogs, kids, grandkids, and each other.
Sounds dumb, huh?

nonalien1 Loc: Mojave Desert

I remember powdered milk. I used to eat it by the spoonful. Or mix it with real butter and sugar and make my own "cookie dough". We got raw milk from a farmer and made our own butter. Can't beat whole milk.

son of witless

You are more than lucky. I do not let my wife handle the money. She was an only child, but that isn't even the point. She never lived on her own. She never saved a penny in her life. I always say it is against her religion.

I lived on my own before I was married, for 8 years. When you do that, if you are an i***t, it catches up with you. There were many times that if I had not put an emergency fund away, I would have lost everything. Loss of job, the car breaks down, the furnace dies, the roof leaks, the kid needs shoes or braces. Free spirits cannot be trusted to deal with those things. I learned that all the hard way.

I complain about my Mom, but as far as money I am her clone. She had to deal with my Father, and I have my burdens. Again you are far more than lucky that you have a wife who isn't an i***t with money.

Big dog

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jack sequim wa Loc: Blanchard, Idaho

Those look amazing....do you have any men size, or just those small petite ones for women? Lol

nonalien1 Loc: Mojave Desert

He never said she wasn't an i***t with money. He just said she has her own. Sorry Archie I don't mean to start a fight with you and the missus or with us but I couldn't resist.

son of witless

Well now, that is a back handed compliment. Reminds me of a story. One of our younger friends constantly bragged up his 2 year old son. We who were older had grown children. It was my boy did this and my boy did that. It eventually became tedious to be around the proud father.

One of the older fellows had enough of this. He said, well I'm pretty proud of my 20 year old son too. He can wipe his own ass. Can your boy wipe his own ass ? That became the common joke for a lot of years round these parts. Some of the kids even would brag about finally being big enough to wipe their own ass.