My fifth husband did not last long, therefore he did not make much of an impression on my life. I had just divorced number 3 and 4 (married him, divorced him, married him again and divorced him again so I have to count him as 2) and was really moving forward with my life. I was working for the ex-husband and going to business college at night and holding down a part time job to pay for that. And just in case you wonder, I was on the Deans List and graduated head of my class. This just proves you do not really need to sleep to function.
So any way, I was working night shift waiting tables in Bessemer ( area of town around the steel mill). There I met HoratioHornblower. I will call him HoratioHornblower because I want to protect his anonymity (that and the fact that it should have been his name.) He came in every night after work for coffee and since it was slow then we could visit. He was very quiet and seemed to be settled in his life. Well, you know that old saying, "Still waters run deep." I was soon to find out just how deep that water was.
To make a long story short, I had a disagreement with the owner of the café and walked out. There went that paycheck, along with my dreams of becoming a CPA. But Horatio was right there. Marriage, that was the answer. He took me to Clarks Western Wear and bought me a pair of white flare legged pants which were popular at that time, a blue and white checked western shirt, white boots and and a cute little white straw hat with a blue ribbon to match. I was a cowboy now! I had never had a man buy me clothes before so I really felt special. Little did I realize that was the last thing he would buy me.
We got married in the park and went home to Scranton. I soon found that he had several grown kids. Never did figure out for sure how many, but there were lots. And they all depended on Daddy for the little things in life that made their life complete, like money for movies, money for gas, money for new clothes and on and on. After just a few weeks of wedded bliss it dawned on me that there was no money forthcoming from him for rent, groceries or anything else. He used his money to "pay bills." Ok. So we filed income tax together and I had always claimed married 1 so I could get money back. He had nothing held out for income tax since he claimed all the kids, 7 dogs and an ex wife.
Then I set back to wait for that tax check to come. And I waited, and waited and waited.
After about 7 weeks I decided to dust the dresser in the bedroom and when I took the scarf off I found a letter from the IRS informing Mr. and Mrs. Whothehellwasthatguy that the income tax totaling $3,000.25 was being applied to the back child support payments that were garnished by law. WTF. Needless to say when I confronted him with the letter he had no knowledge of any of this. WTF! Then he accused me of falsifying that letter. WTF!!!!!.
Needless to say I was done with that marriage after only 4 months. I did go on to get my degree with the help of my dear mother. Sadly back in those days, waiting tables and cooking paid more then Accounting so it was all a waste of time. If life could be lived in reverse we would all be better off, wouldn't we?
So why did I wake up with this on my mind this morning? Who knows. It could be that I have learned life lessons, but I am still not smart enough to apply them. Yesterday the boy came and I had him get the ladder out of the garage and cut a limb off the Apricot tree. See, I learned that if the tree limb rubs on the roof it damages the shingles and I have to pay to replace them. Life lesson learned. Sadly, when he went home to Florence he left the ladder leaning against the house. After cussing and fuming, I got it down and drug it back to the garage. I should have checked before he left. Now sadly, this is a life lesson that I will never get through my pea brain. Always check when someone does a good deed, that there is not a knife sticking out of my back. Love you Bret.
On a bright note, Anthony called and told me he has my fruit juice. He goes to Sam's and he knows I like that particular brand so he always buys me a big bottle. I watch his mom while he goes to do errands. Fair trade. There are people who match me measure for measure and that is good. Maybe I will start concentrating on those people.
My momma always had a saying, "You scratch my back and I will scratch yours." I guess that pretty well covers the life lessons and I may actually start practicing that. There is not much sense doing for someone who does not do for me. In my charity work there are many people that are truly thankful for my little I do and that makes me feel good. Guess that is why I do it. But in my personal life, some people tend to take me for granted. I just realized something! It is all in the spelling of the word.
Do I want to be taken for granted or do I want to be taken for GRANITE!
So any way, I was working night shift waiting tables in Bessemer ( area of town around the steel mill). There I met HoratioHornblower. I will call him HoratioHornblower because I want to protect his anonymity (that and the fact that it should have been his name.) He came in every night after work for coffee and since it was slow then we could visit. He was very quiet and seemed to be settled in his life. Well, you know that old saying, "Still waters run deep." I was soon to find out just how deep that water was.
To make a long story short, I had a disagreement with the owner of the café and walked out. There went that paycheck, along with my dreams of becoming a CPA. But Horatio was right there. Marriage, that was the answer. He took me to Clarks Western Wear and bought me a pair of white flare legged pants which were popular at that time, a blue and white checked western shirt, white boots and and a cute little white straw hat with a blue ribbon to match. I was a cowboy now! I had never had a man buy me clothes before so I really felt special. Little did I realize that was the last thing he would buy me.
We got married in the park and went home to Scranton. I soon found that he had several grown kids. Never did figure out for sure how many, but there were lots. And they all depended on Daddy for the little things in life that made their life complete, like money for movies, money for gas, money for new clothes and on and on. After just a few weeks of wedded bliss it dawned on me that there was no money forthcoming from him for rent, groceries or anything else. He used his money to "pay bills." Ok. So we filed income tax together and I had always claimed married 1 so I could get money back. He had nothing held out for income tax since he claimed all the kids, 7 dogs and an ex wife.
Then I set back to wait for that tax check to come. And I waited, and waited and waited.
After about 7 weeks I decided to dust the dresser in the bedroom and when I took the scarf off I found a letter from the IRS informing Mr. and Mrs. Whothehellwasthatguy that the income tax totaling $3,000.25 was being applied to the back child support payments that were garnished by law. WTF. Needless to say when I confronted him with the letter he had no knowledge of any of this. WTF! Then he accused me of falsifying that letter. WTF!!!!!.
Needless to say I was done with that marriage after only 4 months. I did go on to get my degree with the help of my dear mother. Sadly back in those days, waiting tables and cooking paid more then Accounting so it was all a waste of time. If life could be lived in reverse we would all be better off, wouldn't we?
So why did I wake up with this on my mind this morning? Who knows. It could be that I have learned life lessons, but I am still not smart enough to apply them. Yesterday the boy came and I had him get the ladder out of the garage and cut a limb off the Apricot tree. See, I learned that if the tree limb rubs on the roof it damages the shingles and I have to pay to replace them. Life lesson learned. Sadly, when he went home to Florence he left the ladder leaning against the house. After cussing and fuming, I got it down and drug it back to the garage. I should have checked before he left. Now sadly, this is a life lesson that I will never get through my pea brain. Always check when someone does a good deed, that there is not a knife sticking out of my back. Love you Bret.
On a bright note, Anthony called and told me he has my fruit juice. He goes to Sam's and he knows I like that particular brand so he always buys me a big bottle. I watch his mom while he goes to do errands. Fair trade. There are people who match me measure for measure and that is good. Maybe I will start concentrating on those people.
My momma always had a saying, "You scratch my back and I will scratch yours." I guess that pretty well covers the life lessons and I may actually start practicing that. There is not much sense doing for someone who does not do for me. In my charity work there are many people that are truly thankful for my little I do and that makes me feel good. Guess that is why I do it. But in my personal life, some people tend to take me for granted. I just realized something! It is all in the spelling of the word.
Do I want to be taken for granted or do I want to be taken for GRANITE!
Have a good day and remember...What goes around, comes around.
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