I looked in the fridge today, all that was there was milk, corn tortillas, and condiments. I think it's time to go shopping. Good thing today is the 4th and I get new food-stamps.
God, that is so pathetic, to think of where I came from and all I once had, that now I need food-stamps in order to feed my family. It really doesn't make me feel any better that now more Americans than ever are on food-stamps, 1 in every 6 Americans to be exact. But it still makes me feel awful that if it weren't for Uncle Sam my kids would be hungry, that if things in our lives hadn't changed so dramatically the past year that we wouldn't have food stamps and my kids would still be hungry all the time and going to bed with grumbly tummies, that I would often go days drinking just hot tea ( you would be amazed how far 1 tea bag and a bit of milk can go towards filling you up) and a few bites left on the kids plates at dinnertime.
So, while I don't want to be on food-stamps, and wouldn't admit it to anyone that asked, I am truly grateful for them and the country we live in that can help in ways we shouldn't need them to. And I am eagerly awaiting the day when I no longer need Uncle Sam's help to feed my family.
