"The real measure of your wealth is how much you’d be worth if you lost all your money."

I don't understand the world we're living in today.
Everyone seems to be so obsessed with money.
Obsessed with material things.
Kids these days think all these expensive gadgets are what make them happy.
I guess I've never really cared about money, since I grew up poor.
I was happy when I opened a few coloring books and new slippers Christmas day.
I never questioned my mom about money, how much she made, or why she can spend her money on this, but not this......the way I hear other kids do.

I admit I've fallen into the wanting of material things from time to time.
Gage wants a Touch iPod, I did buy him one. For Christmas. Not just because.
Zac wanted a PSP, I did get him one...for Christmas.
I like that I can save my money and buy them a few things that they want.
I didn't have that growing up. But at the same time, I think maybe I shouldn't even do that.
I'm just like every other mom, I suppose...I want my kids to have more than I did.

I always heard that "money is the root of all evil" and I thought...how could that be?? It would be so nice to be able to go on vacations and buy a house and a jeep and, and, and.....oh yes....there are many things I see that I wouldn't mind having.
But I know where I am financially and I know frivolous things are not as important as having a roof over my boys' heads, food in the stomachs, and clothes on their backs.

So, while I sometimes wish I could give my boys more, I am thankful in a way that I can't.
I don't want them to think money is happiness. I don't want them to be spoiled with the newest things that eventually get old and then need the next best thing.

Keeping up with the Joneses was never something I cared to do. Which, honestly is one of the many reason I left my husband. He always felt like he had to one up the next person and that wasn't me. It wasn't how I wanted my kids raised.

Also, regardless of what people think, money does change you. You can think it doesn't all day long, but sometimes it's harder to see yourself as others do.

So, while I sometimes say "I wish I could win the lottery!" I know deep down, that's not something I want. I like living the way I live. I'm thankful to have my boys, a roof over our heads, food in our stomachs, clothes on our backs, a car to drive...to the job I have. I'm thankful for my family and friends. I'm happy.
I know it's not nice cars, vacations, clothes, jewelry that makes me happy.
Afterall, you can't take it with you when you go.

Pet Peeves

Here are a few of my pet peeves.

I've blogged about our homeless people situation at work. We had to lock our bathroom door because they would literally bathe in our bathrooms. Yesterday two homeless guys came in and asked if they could use our restroom. I said I was sorry but they're for patients only. The younger guy said that the older had to go real bad. Again, I said I was sorry. The older guy yells at me and says,"What do you want me to do?? Shit a doody right here?" I tried so hard not to laugh at him and say,"Did you just say shit a doody?" I do feel bad, but seriously it's just gotten so bad, we have to say no!

Another pet peeve....that actually happened yesterday, too....patients leaning all the way in my window at work. Seriously?? I'm so pro-personal space.....get away!!!

Shoes like these.
Major pet peeve.
Seriously? They're the ugliest things I've ever seen!!!!
sorry if you own some.....