> wrote in message
...

> i say 'freezer' !!! i love people to drop in, friends or family - i
> have dishes in the freezer i can nuke to unfreeze then bake or
> whatever.
>
> what greater joy than sharing food together ?

I am with you there although people just dropping by is a very rare
occurence.

> (sorry about lack of caps but hand is casted for next 3 weeks)

Oh dear, sorry to hear that! Hope it heals soon and well. Dare I ask what
you have been up to?

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> i had osteo in the lower thumb joint and it was painful and ugly. so
> wednesday the plastic surgeon cut out the joint, then took tendon from
> the wrist area and stretched it between wrist and upper thumb joint.

Oh my! Sounds like it will no longer be painful will look prettier
Result!!!

> i count myself lucky that i live in canada, my doc sent me to him end
> of december and he did the op last wednesday, no fees involved. yes i
> realise prices are higher in canada to pay for it yadda yadda
>
> bonus was as my doc said, plastic surgeon was cutest animal, just for
> a flash i wished i was 30 years younger.

lol, well, heal fast No harm in dreaming

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wrote:
>
> what greater joy than sharing food together ?

Sharing food with my ferrets while reading a good book or watching the rare
good television show.

G.

"Gary" > wrote in message ...
> wrote:
>>
>> what greater joy than sharing food together ?
>
> Sharing food with my ferrets while reading a good book or watching the
> rare
> good television show.

Ahh but do ferrets drop in unannounced?


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On 3/2/2013 1:30 PM, Ophelia wrote:
>
>
> "Gary" > wrote in message
> ...
>> wrote:
>>>
>>> what greater joy than sharing food together ?
>>
>> Sharing food with my ferrets while reading a good book or watching the
>> rare
>> good television show.
>
> Ahh but do ferrets drop in unannounced?
>
>
<giggling> When I was a teenager my mother was hanging wash in the back
yard. She came running in the house yelling "There's a wild animal out
there!" Or maybe she said "weird animal". Whatever, she was freaking
out. I went out back to look. About that time a little boy walked up
and said, "Have you seen my ferret?" Apparently ferrets *do* drop in
unannounced

Jill

"jmcquown" > wrote in message
...
> On 3/2/2013 1:30 PM, Ophelia wrote:
>>
>>
>> "Gary" > wrote in message
>> ...
>>> wrote:
>>>>
>>>> what greater joy than sharing food together ?
>>>
>>> Sharing food with my ferrets while reading a good book or watching the
>>> rare
>>> good television show.
>>
>> Ahh but do ferrets drop in unannounced?
>>
>>
> <giggling> When I was a teenager my mother was hanging wash in the back
> yard. She came running in the house yelling "There's a wild animal out
> there!" Or maybe she said "weird animal". Whatever, she was freaking
> out. I went out back to look. About that time a little boy walked up and
> said, "Have you seen my ferret?" Apparently ferrets *do* drop in
> unannounced

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On 3/2/13 9:33 AM, wrote:
> On Sat, 02 Mar 2013 08:27:16 -0500, jmcquown >

>> It doesn't really matter why things have changed, does it? Fact is,
>> they have. This *isn't* the 1950's. IMHO it's rude to show up
>> unannounced (*especially* around dinner time). I don't consider people
>> like that "guests".
>>
>> Jill
>
> i say 'freezer' !!! i love people to drop in, friends or family - i
> have dishes in the freezer i can nuke to unfreeze then bake or
> whatever.
>
> what greater joy than sharing food together ?

I'm with you here. I love having impromptu dinner parties! I like to
feed people and share the time. I wish it happened more these days as we
did so much more of this years ago.

When I was a kid I was invited to stay at a neighbor kid's house for
dinner (tv after.) It is interesting to be exposed to another family's
lifestyle.

They had 3 kids, so did we. They lived in a house, so did we. Their
mother was a housewife, mine worked. Their father was in business, mine
was in construction.

So we were all seated around the dining table at the end of the kitchen.
Same set up as my home. She brought a roast to the table that was the
size of my fist. To serve six people. I as the guest was expected to go
first. What to do..... That roast was the size of my Dad's serving lol.
ps at TV time Rowan and Martin's Laugh-in came on. Channel immediately
switched by the father because that was not appropriate viewing. My
parents never censored anything. It was an interesting evening. They
raised blonde Barbies :-)

"z z" > wrote in message
...
> When I was a kid I was invited to stay at a neighbor kid's house for
> dinner (tv after.) It is interesting to be exposed to another family's
> lifestyle.
>
> They had 3 kids, so did we. They lived in a house, so did we. Their
> mother was a housewife, mine worked. Their father was in business, mine
> was in construction.
>
> So we were all seated around the dining table at the end of the kitchen.
> Same set up as my home. She brought a roast to the table that was the
> size of my fist. To serve six people. I as the guest was expected to go
> first. What to do..... That roast was the size of my Dad's serving lol.
> ps at TV time Rowan and Martin's Laugh-in came on. Channel immediately
> switched by the father because that was not appropriate viewing. My
> parents never censored anything. It was an interesting evening. They
> raised blonde Barbies :-)
>


My SIL served portions like that, my dh snacked before we went, and in our
days of dinner time there were a few rules, always had to have a shirt on at
the table, could take as much or as little as you wanted, but you did have
to eat what you took. I can still hear my mom saying "don't let your eyes be
bigger than your stomach" you had to say please and thank you, you had to
ask to be excused, and there was never, I mean never, any TV allowed on
during meals. :-)

Cheri

Well, I guess I WILL post this here, if only to prove that I don't really like uninvited mealtime guests.

I thought I'd pass it on as an example of ridiculous, childish writer-sensationalism.

http://www.foodwoolf.com/2010/12/hungry-kids-in-us.html

The author tells of being "hungry" at times in her childhood and having, by her own admission, two neglectful parents (though oddly, she doesn't actually say that she ever had fewer than three meals a day). She came home from school one day at age 8 or 9, found nothing for a SNACK for her and her little brother (and since her mother was apparently sometimes at home at 3 p.m., that suggests she was a SAHM) and after finding worms in the cereal (so maybe someone's buying too MUCH food if it's rotting?), decided that she would go begging from the house next door, since she's convinced the family is rich. She describes the mother next door as a SAHM, despite her answering the door in business clothes (what SAHM dresses like that? Clearly, there's a lie in here somewhere). She doesn't seem to grasp that, now that she's an ADULT, she should be more mad at her slovenly parents than mad at the neighbor!

Excerpts:

......As far as I was concerned, this idea of mine was going to be easy. These people were sure to have more than enough food to spare. They were going to thank me for taking all their extra cookies and white bread off their hands.

Once I got to the Drinkwater’s front door, I rang the doorbell. I recall waiting in silence as I daydreamed about the peanut butter and Marshmallow fluff sandwiches I’d soon be eating........

“We’re hungry,” I said. “There’s nothing in our house to eat.”

Mrs. Drinkwater said nothing for what felt like hours......

“Where is your mother?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” I said......

“And your father? Where is he?”

“He’s at work,” I said.

She gripped the glass storm door. I couldn’t understand why she kept me outside on her snowy front step. I shifted my feet inside my rubber boots. The fake fur had rubbed away and all I could feel were my bare feet against rubber and snow. It was then I realized I had made a very big mistake. I couldn’t trust this woman for her help.

I looked over my shoulder at my house. It seemed so far away from me now.

“I’m sorry to have bothered you,” I said.

“I will talk to your mother,” Mrs. Drinkwater said. The click of the knocker as the door closed was as loud as a yelled insult.

.....I wish the story ended with Mrs. Drinkwater taking me aside and giving me a little money. Or how a casserole miraculously appeared on our front door the next day. But the real ending, was actually a long, slow end that came in the form of many tears, more hungry days, and lots of dealing with the neighbor’s awkward looks.......

(snip)

I found the story at Bratfree.

http://www.refugees.bratfree.com/rea...2,89505,page=1

(Warning: Foul language ahead. If you'd rather skip the multiple comments, I'll give some of the most relevant.)

Miss Hannigan
Dec. 16, 2010
This is clearly a one-sided tale. Allow me to put my Heartless Bitch hat on..
You are Mrs. Drinkwater. You studied hard in school and take pride in your house and do your best to provide for your children, whom you could afford to have. A family moves in - they seem nice enough at first, but you realize things arent well. You can hear their screaming arguments every day through the window. The father works late every night, but more than likely he's having a fling on the side instead. Money is tight, and the landscaping suffers - was that fast food garbage on the lawn all week? The kids are always dirty and get into trouble at school too.
So when one of the neighbor's urchins shows up on your doorstep, it's a slap in your face. How do these assholes afford a house in your neighborhood, but still can't feed their damn dirty kids? It's not your problem. You mentally note to call CPS and maybe bitch at the mom - you've been looking for an excuse for a long time, and here it is.


navi8orgirl
Growing up Hungry......zzzzzzzzzz
December 16, 2010
Ugh, I am on Team Drinkwater. Guess I am a heartless bitch too. I decided to read the entire thing. "Trusted neighbor?" The woman probably had no idea who this kid was because she never played with her kids.
She probably stood there thinking, "They bought a house in an affluent neighborhood and now it looks like shit which drags the neighborhood down with it. They never paid us the time of day, their kids were not friends with mine. And now their dirty kids show up on my step begging for food?? While their mother is off getting shitfaced someplace? I have to pay for these people with my taxes, and I don't even get the benefit of a bigger tax credit."
repeat after me....if you can't feed 'em, don't breed 'em.

mulva
Growing up Hungry......zzzzzzzzzz
December 16, 2010
Another Team Drinkwater here. Mrs. D knew damn well that if she fed them once, they'd be over for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I never expected anyone to give me anything in my life and I've never felt entitled to other people's food. I'll bet the LW is one of those jerks who steals food off of other people's plates in restaurants and raid co-workers' lunch bags.


Yurble:
You know what else I get from the summary? The did have food in the house (lentils), just not readily accessible junk the kids wanted to eat, "like chicken nuggets or white bread sandwiches with the crust cut off."
I wonder if the parents were finally trying to live within their means by buying inexpensive food instead of the crap their kids wanted. Were the kids that hungry because they'd skipped meals because they didn't like the food? I just wonder... assuming that's not the case:
I blame the parents for not teaching them any cooking skills, and teaching them a sense of entitlement instead. Perhaps the children were hungry and should have been fed, but they weren't going to starve if they missed a snack. It's no surprise that the author went to the neighbor next door, and is still blaming that neighbor for judging them. The author ought to blame her parents, not the neighbor.


kidlesskim:
This actually sounds exactly like welfare whore mentality and she was only eight years old! It's the typical breeder-whore analogy: "THEY have plenty and should give me some of it! They shouldn't only mind giving me what is rightfully theirs, but should THANK me while I take it from them too!" This kyd could have some sort of a junk food addiction too what with coveting white bread, chicken nuggets and cookies, which is why the moo may have left the cabinets barren. Her freezer could have been stocked with food, but since it wasn't junk food then she was "hungry". Another thing too that was a red flag is that she had JUST gotten home from school, so we KNOW that she had lunch and if she had "just" gotten home, then it could only have been about 3-4PM! The little brother probably filled his gullet before he left whatever daycare he was in as well. She may have also been leaving out important information too like she MAY have been a real porker, what with
her vast knowledge of cookies, white bread without crusts, and nuggets and all.
She's only 8 and is already casing out what other people have, judging THEM, and feeling like that she deserves what they have simply because they have too much and are "rich". I'd like to hear Mrs. Drinkwater's side to this story.


SlumSlut:
she SAYS "All I knew was that we needed a snack".

No one "needs" a SNACK. (except diabetics)
I'm with the people who think the parents didn't keep junk-food in the house and the kids would go around acting like that was some kind of torture. They probably saw what the other kids at school have in their lunches (twinkles, doritos, etc.), and hatched this clever plan to go around begging the neighbors for their "extra" junk food. It's entirely possible that the parents of these brats went around to the neighbors and said "If my kid ever asks you for something to eat, don't give them anything. We don't allow our kids to eat between meals because it ruins their appetites." OF COURSE Mrs. Drinkwater is going to be giving you the stink-eye if you keep coming around with stories about how you're "starving".
Either that, or she doesn't want to end up feeding you nuts or some shit you're allergic to and getting sued for it.

navi8orgirl:
They were not starving by any stretch. They were mad because there were no snacks in the house. She was even more ****ed off at the neighbor for refusing to give her snack food. She says it herself when she speaks on how grateful they would be to unload all their extra white bread and cookies on her..

wrote:
> Well, I guess I WILL post this here, if only to prove that I don't
> really like uninvited mealtime guests.
>
> I thought I'd pass it on as an example of ridiculous, childish
> writer-sensationalism.
>
> http://www.foodwoolf.com/2010/12/hungry-kids-in-us.html
>
> The author tells of being "hungry" at times in her childhood and
> having, by her own admission, two neglectful parents (though oddly,
> she doesn't actually say that she ever had fewer than three meals a
> day). She came home from school one day at age 8 or 9, found nothing
> for a SNACK for her and her little brother (and since her mother was
> apparently sometimes at home at 3 p.m., that suggests she was a SAHM)
> and after finding worms in the cereal (so maybe someone's buying too
> MUCH food if it's rotting?), decided that she would go begging from
> the house next door, since she's convinced the family is rich. She
> describes the mother next door as a SAHM, despite her answering the
> door in business clothes (what SAHM dresses like that? Clearly,
> there's a lie in here somewhere). She doesn't seem to grasp that, now
> that she's an ADULT, she should be more mad at her slovenly parents
> than mad at the neighbor!
>
> Excerpts:
>
> .....As far as I was concerned, this idea of mine was going to be
> easy. These people were sure to have more than enough food to spare.
> They were going to thank me for taking all their extra cookies and
> white bread off their hands.
>
> Once I got to the Drinkwater’s front door, I rang the doorbell. I
> recall waiting in silence as I daydreamed about the peanut butter and
> Marshmallow fluff sandwiches I’d soon be eating........
>
> “We’re hungry,” I said. “There’s nothing in our house to eat.”
>
> Mrs. Drinkwater said nothing for what felt like hours......
>
> “Where is your mother?” she asked.
>
> “I don’t know,” I said......
>
> “And your father? Where is he?”
>
> “He’s at work,” I said.
>
> She gripped the glass storm door. I couldn’t understand why she kept
> me outside on her snowy front step. I shifted my feet inside my
> rubber boots. The fake fur had rubbed away and all I could feel were
> my bare feet against rubber and snow. It was then I realized I had
> made a very big mistake. I couldn’t trust this woman for her help.
>
> I looked over my shoulder at my house. It seemed so far away from me
> now.
>
> “I’m sorry to have bothered you,” I said.
>
> “I will talk to your mother,” Mrs. Drinkwater said. The click of the
> knocker as the door closed was as loud as a yelled insult.
>
> ....I wish the story ended with Mrs. Drinkwater taking me aside and
> giving me a little money. Or how a casserole miraculously appeared on
> our front door the next day. But the real ending, was actually a
> long, slow end that came in the form of many tears, more hungry days,
> and lots of dealing with the neighbor’s awkward looks.......
>
> (snip)
>
> I found the story at Bratfree.
>
> http://www.refugees.bratfree.com/rea...2,89505,page=1
>
> (Warning: Foul language ahead. If you'd rather skip the multiple
> comments, I'll give some of the most relevant.)
>
> Miss Hannigan
> Dec. 16, 2010
> This is clearly a one-sided tale. Allow me to put my Heartless Bitch
> hat on.
> You are Mrs. Drinkwater. You studied hard in school and take pride in
> your house and do your best to provide for your children, whom you
> could afford to have. A family moves in - they seem nice enough at
> first, but you realize things arent well. You can hear their
> screaming arguments every day through the window. The father works
> late every night, but more than likely he's having a fling on the
> side instead. Money is tight, and the landscaping suffers - was that
> fast food garbage on the lawn all week? The kids are always dirty and
> get into trouble at school too.
> So when one of the neighbor's urchins shows up on your doorstep, it's
> a slap in your face. How do these assholes afford a house in your
> neighborhood, but still can't feed their damn dirty kids? It's not
> your problem. You mentally note to call CPS and maybe bitch at the
> mom - you've been looking for an excuse for a long time, and here it
> is.
>
>
> navi8orgirl
> Growing up Hungry......zzzzzzzzzz
> December 16, 2010
> Ugh, I am on Team Drinkwater. Guess I am a heartless bitch too. I
> decided to read the entire thing. "Trusted neighbor?" The woman
> probably had no idea who this kid was because she never played with
> her kids.
> She probably stood there thinking, "They bought a house in an
> affluent neighborhood and now it looks like shit which drags the
> neighborhood down with it. They never paid us the time of day, their
> kids were not friends with mine. And now their dirty kids show up on
> my step begging for food?? While their mother is off getting
> shitfaced someplace? I have to pay for these people with my taxes,
> and I don't even get the benefit of a bigger tax credit."
> repeat after me....if you can't feed 'em, don't breed 'em.
>
> mulva
> Growing up Hungry......zzzzzzzzzz
> December 16, 2010
> Another Team Drinkwater here. Mrs. D knew damn well that if she fed
> them once, they'd be over for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I never
> expected anyone to give me anything in my life and I've never felt
> entitled to other people's food. I'll bet the LW is one of those
> jerks who steals food off of other people's plates in restaurants and
> raid co-workers' lunch bags.
>
>
> Yurble:
> You know what else I get from the summary? The did have food in the
> house (lentils), just not readily accessible junk the kids wanted to
> eat, "like chicken nuggets or white bread sandwiches with the crust
> cut off."
> I wonder if the parents were finally trying to live within their
> means by buying inexpensive food instead of the crap their kids
> wanted. Were the kids that hungry because they'd skipped meals
> because they didn't like the food? I just wonder... assuming that's
> not the case:
> I blame the parents for not teaching them any cooking skills, and
> teaching them a sense of entitlement instead. Perhaps the children
> were hungry and should have been fed, but they weren't going to
> starve if they missed a snack. It's no surprise that the author went
> to the neighbor next door, and is still blaming that neighbor for
> judging them. The author ought to blame her parents, not the
> neighbor.
>
>
> kidlesskim:
> This actually sounds exactly like welfare whore mentality and she was
> only eight years old! It's the typical breeder-whore analogy: "THEY
> have plenty and should give me some of it! They shouldn't only mind
> giving me what is rightfully theirs, but should THANK me while I take
> it from them too!" This kyd could have some sort of a junk food
> addiction too what with coveting white bread, chicken nuggets and
> cookies, which is why the moo may have left the cabinets barren. Her
> freezer could have been stocked with food, but since it wasn't junk
> food then she was "hungry". Another thing too that was a red flag is
> that she had JUST gotten home from school, so we KNOW that she had
> lunch and if she had "just" gotten home, then it could only have been
> about 3-4PM! The little brother probably filled his gullet before he
> left whatever daycare he was in as well. She may have also been
> leaving out important information too like she MAY have been a real
> porker, what with
> her vast knowledge of cookies, white bread without crusts, and
> nuggets and all.
> She's only 8 and is already casing out what other people have,
> judging THEM, and feeling like that she deserves what they have
> simply because they have too much and are "rich". I'd like to hear
> Mrs. Drinkwater's side to this story.
>
>
> SlumSlut:
> she SAYS "All I knew was that we needed a snack".
>
> No one "needs" a SNACK. (except diabetics)
> I'm with the people who think the parents didn't keep junk-food in
> the house and the kids would go around acting like that was some kind
> of torture. They probably saw what the other kids at school have in
> their lunches (twinkles, doritos, etc.), and hatched this clever plan
> to go around begging the neighbors for their "extra" junk food. It's
> entirely possible that the parents of these brats went around to the
> neighbors and said "If my kid ever asks you for something to eat,
> don't give them anything. We don't allow our kids to eat between
> meals because it ruins their appetites." OF COURSE Mrs. Drinkwater is
> going to be giving you the stink-eye if you keep coming around with
> stories about how you're "starving".
> Either that, or she doesn't want to end up feeding you nuts or some
> shit you're allergic to and getting sued for it.
>
> navi8orgirl:
> They were not starving by any stretch. They were mad because there
> were no snacks in the house. She was even more ****ed off at the
> neighbor for refusing to give her snack food. She says it herself
> when she speaks on how grateful they would be to unload all their
> extra white bread and cookies on her.

I don't really know why you posted this! And none of us were there so we
can't really comment one way or the other.

When I was a kid, we had neighbors who were always "borrowing" things. They
had a ton of kids in that house, some of them adults who had their own kids.
The dad had some kind of head injury from being in the military and the
oldest son had lost his life in the military. They once had an all expenses
trip to see the president (I think it was Nixon) to get some sort of reward
for the son. That was like the biggest thing that ever happened in their
lives and they frequently mentioned it. They also said that the son came
there in ghost form in the middle of the night and flushed the toilets.

I spent the night there once, against my parent's wishes. Never again!
They were a strange bunch. Dinner was candy bars and breakfast would have
been pancakes made of flour and water with Karo syrup on them. I went home
to get eggs, milk and real syrup and my mom kept me there.

The kids told my brother and I that the dad would get a job just long enough
to steal a large stockpile of whatever they sold. Fritos, candy,
toothpaste, whatever. Then he'd either quit or get fired. They had two
garbage cans in their kitchen. One contained potatoes and the other,
onions. There was a lot more drama involving this family that I won't get
into there.

But recently my brother looked them up on the Interent. Turns out that none
of the kids were even theirs but foster kids! Sad that they were kept in
such living conditions. They were only renting the house but they left it
in such a sorry state that it cost the owners a fortune getting it ready for
sale.

I had a friend who lived on another block. Her mom didn't work. But most
moms didn't work in those days. Not sure what the dad did for a living but
I do remember him bringing some bamboo poles home from work that we were
told were holders for large rolls of carpeting. We used them to dance with.
I can't remember the name of that kind of dancing but they taught it to us
in school. One person manned each end of the two poles and they were banged
together and held apart in certain patterns. The dancer or dancers would
then work their feet in and out of the poles in various rythyms.

These people did own their house but were very poor. The oldest son was an
adult while I was still in elementary school. I was told that he had a
drinking problems and perhaps the dad did too. Not sure. They always had
food in the house but it had to be doled out very sparingly. I ate dinner
at their house once and I felt very bad in doing so. They had sooo little
food! I came home hungry and had to eat again. No wonder the family was so
scrawny. They had pork chops. There was only enough meat for everyone to
get about a 2" square. A can of vegetables was split between the 6 of us.
There was a little brother but he hadn't been born at that point. I felt
like had I not been there, they would have had more food to eat. But my
friend had eaten dinner at our house so they had me over. That was what we
did in those days.

I remember an incident when a neighbor girl came over and was hungry. My
friend told her that she wasn't allowed to eat there. The girl went into
the kitchen and found the bread drawer. Why they kept the bread in a drawer
was beyond me. But she ate a slice of it. The mom came home from wherever
she had been, found the missing bread and freaked! We were told go home and
my friend and her sister were punished. My mom said they had so little food
there that the missing slice would mean that there wouldn't be enough food
for the week.

So it is possible to have food in the house and still not have enough to
eat. A person can have three meals a day and still eat very little at each
meal.

As for the worms in the cereal... There are people who do buy old food.
AFAIK we don't have any such places around here but I have seen places on TV
where they sell expired food at deep discounts. People pick food out of the
trash. Who knows what the situation was on that cereal? And sometimes
people even buy food from a store that doesn't seem to be expired but it is
bad. I've seen it happen. When I worked at KMart we had candy bars with
nuts in them, returned because they had worms. We did not have expiration
dates on the candy in those days.

Children's minds also work in strange ways. When I was a child, I really
wanted to go to boarding school. I had read stories about such schools and
was convinced by going to one, I would have more freedom. I thought I would
be able to smoke there and would have lots of money to spend. Children
often do not know the ways of the world and yet they think they do.

"Julie Bove" > wrote in message
...
> wrote:
>> Well, I guess I WILL post this here, if only to prove that I don't
>> really like uninvited mealtime guests.
>>
>> I thought I'd pass it on as an example of ridiculous, childish
>> writer-sensationalism.
>>
>> http://www.foodwoolf.com/2010/12/hungry-kids-in-us.html
>>
>> The author tells of being "hungry" at times in her childhood and
>> having, by her own admission, two neglectful parents (though oddly,
>> she doesn't actually say that she ever had fewer than three meals a
>> day). She came home from school one day at age 8 or 9, found nothing
>> for a SNACK for her and her little brother (and since her mother was
>> apparently sometimes at home at 3 p.m., that suggests she was a SAHM)
>> and after finding worms in the cereal (so maybe someone's buying too
>> MUCH food if it's rotting?), decided that she would go begging from
>> the house next door, since she's convinced the family is rich. She
>> describes the mother next door as a SAHM, despite her answering the
>> door in business clothes (what SAHM dresses like that? Clearly,
>> there's a lie in here somewhere). She doesn't seem to grasp that, now
>> that she's an ADULT, she should be more mad at her slovenly parents
>> than mad at the neighbor!
>>
>> Excerpts:
>>
>> .....As far as I was concerned, this idea of mine was going to be
>> easy. These people were sure to have more than enough food to spare.
>> They were going to thank me for taking all their extra cookies and
>> white bread off their hands.
>>
>> Once I got to the Drinkwater's front door, I rang the doorbell. I
>> recall waiting in silence as I daydreamed about the peanut butter and
>> Marshmallow fluff sandwiches I'd soon be eating........
>>
>> "We're hungry," I said. "There's nothing in our house to eat."
>>
>> Mrs. Drinkwater said nothing for what felt like hours......
>>
>> "Where is your mother?" she asked.
>>
>> "I don't know," I said......
>>
>> "And your father? Where is he?"
>>
>> "He's at work," I said.
>>
>> She gripped the glass storm door. I couldn't understand why she kept
>> me outside on her snowy front step. I shifted my feet inside my
>> rubber boots. The fake fur had rubbed away and all I could feel were
>> my bare feet against rubber and snow. It was then I realized I had
>> made a very big mistake. I couldn't trust this woman for her help.
>>
>> I looked over my shoulder at my house. It seemed so far away from me
>> now.
>>
>> "I'm sorry to have bothered you," I said.
>>
>> "I will talk to your mother," Mrs. Drinkwater said. The click of the
>> knocker as the door closed was as loud as a yelled insult.
>>
>> ....I wish the story ended with Mrs. Drinkwater taking me aside and
>> giving me a little money. Or how a casserole miraculously appeared on
>> our front door the next day. But the real ending, was actually a
>> long, slow end that came in the form of many tears, more hungry days,
>> and lots of dealing with the neighbor's awkward looks.......
>>
>> (snip)
>>
>> I found the story at Bratfree.
>>
>> http://www.refugees.bratfree.com/rea...2,89505,page=1
>>
>> (Warning: Foul language ahead. If you'd rather skip the multiple
>> comments, I'll give some of the most relevant.)
>>
>> Miss Hannigan
>> Dec. 16, 2010
>> This is clearly a one-sided tale. Allow me to put my Heartless Bitch
>> hat on.
>> You are Mrs. Drinkwater. You studied hard in school and take pride in
>> your house and do your best to provide for your children, whom you
>> could afford to have. A family moves in - they seem nice enough at
>> first, but you realize things arent well. You can hear their
>> screaming arguments every day through the window. The father works
>> late every night, but more than likely he's having a fling on the
>> side instead. Money is tight, and the landscaping suffers - was that
>> fast food garbage on the lawn all week? The kids are always dirty and
>> get into trouble at school too.
>> So when one of the neighbor's urchins shows up on your doorstep, it's
>> a slap in your face. How do these assholes afford a house in your
>> neighborhood, but still can't feed their damn dirty kids? It's not
>> your problem. You mentally note to call CPS and maybe bitch at the
>> mom - you've been looking for an excuse for a long time, and here it
>> is.
>>
>>
>> navi8orgirl
>> Growing up Hungry......zzzzzzzzzz
>> December 16, 2010
>> Ugh, I am on Team Drinkwater. Guess I am a heartless bitch too. I
>> decided to read the entire thing. "Trusted neighbor?" The woman
>> probably had no idea who this kid was because she never played with
>> her kids.
>> She probably stood there thinking, "They bought a house in an
>> affluent neighborhood and now it looks like shit which drags the
>> neighborhood down with it. They never paid us the time of day, their
>> kids were not friends with mine. And now their dirty kids show up on
>> my step begging for food?? While their mother is off getting
>> shitfaced someplace? I have to pay for these people with my taxes,
>> and I don't even get the benefit of a bigger tax credit."
>> repeat after me....if you can't feed 'em, don't breed 'em.
>>
>> mulva
>> Growing up Hungry......zzzzzzzzzz
>> December 16, 2010
>> Another Team Drinkwater here. Mrs. D knew damn well that if she fed
>> them once, they'd be over for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I never
>> expected anyone to give me anything in my life and I've never felt
>> entitled to other people's food. I'll bet the LW is one of those
>> jerks who steals food off of other people's plates in restaurants and
>> raid co-workers' lunch bags.
>>
>>
>> Yurble:
>> You know what else I get from the summary? The did have food in the
>> house (lentils), just not readily accessible junk the kids wanted to
>> eat, "like chicken nuggets or white bread sandwiches with the crust
>> cut off."
>> I wonder if the parents were finally trying to live within their
>> means by buying inexpensive food instead of the crap their kids
>> wanted. Were the kids that hungry because they'd skipped meals
>> because they didn't like the food? I just wonder... assuming that's
>> not the case:
>> I blame the parents for not teaching them any cooking skills, and
>> teaching them a sense of entitlement instead. Perhaps the children
>> were hungry and should have been fed, but they weren't going to
>> starve if they missed a snack. It's no surprise that the author went
>> to the neighbor next door, and is still blaming that neighbor for
>> judging them. The author ought to blame her parents, not the
>> neighbor.
>>
>>
>> kidlesskim:
>> This actually sounds exactly like welfare whore mentality and she was
>> only eight years old! It's the typical breeder-whore analogy: "THEY
>> have plenty and should give me some of it! They shouldn't only mind
>> giving me what is rightfully theirs, but should THANK me while I take
>> it from them too!" This kyd could have some sort of a junk food
>> addiction too what with coveting white bread, chicken nuggets and
>> cookies, which is why the moo may have left the cabinets barren. Her
>> freezer could have been stocked with food, but since it wasn't junk
>> food then she was "hungry". Another thing too that was a red flag is
>> that she had JUST gotten home from school, so we KNOW that she had
>> lunch and if she had "just" gotten home, then it could only have been
>> about 3-4PM! The little brother probably filled his gullet before he
>> left whatever daycare he was in as well. She may have also been
>> leaving out important information too like she MAY have been a real
>> porker, what with
>> her vast knowledge of cookies, white bread without crusts, and
>> nuggets and all.
>> She's only 8 and is already casing out what other people have,
>> judging THEM, and feeling like that she deserves what they have
>> simply because they have too much and are "rich". I'd like to hear
>> Mrs. Drinkwater's side to this story.
>>
>>
>> SlumSlut:
>> she SAYS "All I knew was that we needed a snack".
>>
>> No one "needs" a SNACK. (except diabetics)
>> I'm with the people who think the parents didn't keep junk-food in
>> the house and the kids would go around acting like that was some kind
>> of torture. They probably saw what the other kids at school have in
>> their lunches (twinkles, doritos, etc.), and hatched this clever plan
>> to go around begging the neighbors for their "extra" junk food. It's
>> entirely possible that the parents of these brats went around to the
>> neighbors and said "If my kid ever asks you for something to eat,
>> don't give them anything. We don't allow our kids to eat between
>> meals because it ruins their appetites." OF COURSE Mrs. Drinkwater is
>> going to be giving you the stink-eye if you keep coming around with
>> stories about how you're "starving".
>> Either that, or she doesn't want to end up feeding you nuts or some
>> shit you're allergic to and getting sued for it.
>>
>> navi8orgirl:
>> They were not starving by any stretch. They were mad because there
>> were no snacks in the house. She was even more ****ed off at the
>> neighbor for refusing to give her snack food. She says it herself
>> when she speaks on how grateful they would be to unload all their
>> extra white bread and cookies on her.
>
> I don't really know why you posted this! And none of us were there so we
> can't really comment one way or the other.

> When I was a kid, we had neighbors who were always "borrowing" things.
> They had a ton of kids in that house, some of them adults who had their
> own kids. The dad had some kind of head injury from being in the military
> and the oldest son had lost his life in the military. They once had an
> all expenses trip to see the president (I think it was Nixon) to get some
> sort of reward for the son. That was like the biggest thing that ever
> happened in their lives and they frequently mentioned it. They also said
> that the son came there in ghost form in the middle of the night and
> flushed the toilets.
>
> I spent the night there once, against my parent's wishes. Never again!
> They were a strange bunch. Dinner was candy bars and breakfast would have
> been pancakes made of flour and water with Karo syrup on them. I went
> home to get eggs, milk and real syrup and my mom kept me there.
>
> The kids told my brother and I that the dad would get a job just long
> enough to steal a large stockpile of whatever they sold. Fritos, candy,
> toothpaste, whatever. Then he'd either quit or get fired. They had two
> garbage cans in their kitchen. One contained potatoes and the other,
> onions. There was a lot more drama involving this family that I won't get
> into there.
>
> But recently my brother looked them up on the Interent. Turns out that
> none of the kids were even theirs but foster kids! Sad that they were
> kept in such living conditions. They were only renting the house but they
> left it in such a sorry state that it cost the owners a fortune getting it
> ready for sale.
>
> I had a friend who lived on another block. Her mom didn't work. But most
> moms didn't work in those days. Not sure what the dad did for a living
> but I do remember him bringing some bamboo poles home from work that we
> were told were holders for large rolls of carpeting. We used them to
> dance with. I can't remember the name of that kind of dancing but they
> taught it to us in school. One person manned each end of the two poles
> and they were banged together and held apart in certain patterns. The
> dancer or dancers would then work their feet in and out of the poles in
> various rythyms.
>
> These people did own their house but were very poor. The oldest son was
> an adult while I was still in elementary school. I was told that he had a
> drinking problems and perhaps the dad did too. Not sure. They always had
> food in the house but it had to be doled out very sparingly. I ate dinner
> at their house once and I felt very bad in doing so. They had sooo little
> food! I came home hungry and had to eat again. No wonder the family was
> so scrawny. They had pork chops. There was only enough meat for everyone
> to get about a 2" square. A can of vegetables was split between the 6 of
> us. There was a little brother but he hadn't been born at that point. I
> felt like had I not been there, they would have had more food to eat. But
> my friend had eaten dinner at our house so they had me over. That was
> what we did in those days.
>
> I remember an incident when a neighbor girl came over and was hungry. My
> friend told her that she wasn't allowed to eat there. The girl went into
> the kitchen and found the bread drawer. Why they kept the bread in a
> drawer was beyond me. But she ate a slice of it. The mom came home from
> wherever she had been, found the missing bread and freaked! We were told
> go home and my friend and her sister were punished. My mom said they had
> so little food there that the missing slice would mean that there wouldn't
> be enough food for the week.
>
> So it is possible to have food in the house and still not have enough to
> eat. A person can have three meals a day and still eat very little at
> each meal.
>
> As for the worms in the cereal... There are people who do buy old food.
> AFAIK we don't have any such places around here but I have seen places on
> TV where they sell expired food at deep discounts. People pick food out
> of the trash. Who knows what the situation was on that cereal? And
> sometimes people even buy food from a store that doesn't seem to be
> expired but it is bad. I've seen it happen. When I worked at KMart we
> had candy bars with nuts in them, returned because they had worms. We did
> not have expiration dates on the candy in those days.
>
> Children's minds also work in strange ways. When I was a child, I really
> wanted to go to boarding school. I had read stories about such schools
> and was convinced by going to one, I would have more freedom. I thought I
> would be able to smoke there and would have lots of money to spend.
> Children often do not know the ways of the world and yet they think they
> do.

These were you own words to the other poster:

> I don't really know why you posted this! And none of us were there so we
> can't really comment one way or the other.

"Cheri" > wrote in message
...
> "Julie Bove" > wrote in message
> ...
>> wrote:
>>> Well, I guess I WILL post this here, if only to prove that I don't
>>> really like uninvited mealtime guests.
>>>
>>> I thought I'd pass it on as an example of ridiculous, childish
>>> writer-sensationalism.
>>>
>>> http://www.foodwoolf.com/2010/12/hungry-kids-in-us.html
>>>
>>> The author tells of being "hungry" at times in her childhood and
>>> having, by her own admission, two neglectful parents (though oddly,
>>> she doesn't actually say that she ever had fewer than three meals a
>>> day). She came home from school one day at age 8 or 9, found nothing
>>> for a SNACK for her and her little brother (and since her mother was
>>> apparently sometimes at home at 3 p.m., that suggests she was a SAHM)
>>> and after finding worms in the cereal (so maybe someone's buying too
>>> MUCH food if it's rotting?), decided that she would go begging from
>>> the house next door, since she's convinced the family is rich. She
>>> describes the mother next door as a SAHM, despite her answering the
>>> door in business clothes (what SAHM dresses like that? Clearly,
>>> there's a lie in here somewhere). She doesn't seem to grasp that, now
>>> that she's an ADULT, she should be more mad at her slovenly parents
>>> than mad at the neighbor!
>>>
>>> Excerpts:
>>>
>>> .....As far as I was concerned, this idea of mine was going to be
>>> easy. These people were sure to have more than enough food to spare.
>>> They were going to thank me for taking all their extra cookies and
>>> white bread off their hands.
>>>
>>> Once I got to the Drinkwater's front door, I rang the doorbell. I
>>> recall waiting in silence as I daydreamed about the peanut butter and
>>> Marshmallow fluff sandwiches I'd soon be eating........
>>>
>>> "We're hungry," I said. "There's nothing in our house to eat."
>>>
>>> Mrs. Drinkwater said nothing for what felt like hours......
>>>
>>> "Where is your mother?" she asked.
>>>
>>> "I don't know," I said......
>>>
>>> "And your father? Where is he?"
>>>
>>> "He's at work," I said.
>>>
>>> She gripped the glass storm door. I couldn't understand why she kept
>>> me outside on her snowy front step. I shifted my feet inside my
>>> rubber boots. The fake fur had rubbed away and all I could feel were
>>> my bare feet against rubber and snow. It was then I realized I had
>>> made a very big mistake. I couldn't trust this woman for her help.
>>>
>>> I looked over my shoulder at my house. It seemed so far away from me
>>> now.
>>>
>>> "I'm sorry to have bothered you," I said.
>>>
>>> "I will talk to your mother," Mrs. Drinkwater said. The click of the
>>> knocker as the door closed was as loud as a yelled insult.
>>>
>>> ....I wish the story ended with Mrs. Drinkwater taking me aside and
>>> giving me a little money. Or how a casserole miraculously appeared on
>>> our front door the next day. But the real ending, was actually a
>>> long, slow end that came in the form of many tears, more hungry days,
>>> and lots of dealing with the neighbor's awkward looks.......
>>>
>>> (snip)
>>>
>>> I found the story at Bratfree.
>>>
>>> http://www.refugees.bratfree.com/rea...2,89505,page=1
>>>
>>> (Warning: Foul language ahead. If you'd rather skip the multiple
>>> comments, I'll give some of the most relevant.)
>>>
>>> Miss Hannigan
>>> Dec. 16, 2010
>>> This is clearly a one-sided tale. Allow me to put my Heartless Bitch
>>> hat on.
>>> You are Mrs. Drinkwater. You studied hard in school and take pride in
>>> your house and do your best to provide for your children, whom you
>>> could afford to have. A family moves in - they seem nice enough at
>>> first, but you realize things arent well. You can hear their
>>> screaming arguments every day through the window. The father works
>>> late every night, but more than likely he's having a fling on the
>>> side instead. Money is tight, and the landscaping suffers - was that
>>> fast food garbage on the lawn all week? The kids are always dirty and
>>> get into trouble at school too.
>>> So when one of the neighbor's urchins shows up on your doorstep, it's
>>> a slap in your face. How do these assholes afford a house in your
>>> neighborhood, but still can't feed their damn dirty kids? It's not
>>> your problem. You mentally note to call CPS and maybe bitch at the
>>> mom - you've been looking for an excuse for a long time, and here it
>>> is.
>>>
>>>
>>> navi8orgirl
>>> Growing up Hungry......zzzzzzzzzz
>>> December 16, 2010
>>> Ugh, I am on Team Drinkwater. Guess I am a heartless bitch too. I
>>> decided to read the entire thing. "Trusted neighbor?" The woman
>>> probably had no idea who this kid was because she never played with
>>> her kids.
>>> She probably stood there thinking, "They bought a house in an
>>> affluent neighborhood and now it looks like shit which drags the
>>> neighborhood down with it. They never paid us the time of day, their
>>> kids were not friends with mine. And now their dirty kids show up on
>>> my step begging for food?? While their mother is off getting
>>> shitfaced someplace? I have to pay for these people with my taxes,
>>> and I don't even get the benefit of a bigger tax credit."
>>> repeat after me....if you can't feed 'em, don't breed 'em.
>>>
>>> mulva
>>> Growing up Hungry......zzzzzzzzzz
>>> December 16, 2010
>>> Another Team Drinkwater here. Mrs. D knew damn well that if she fed
>>> them once, they'd be over for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I never
>>> expected anyone to give me anything in my life and I've never felt
>>> entitled to other people's food. I'll bet the LW is one of those
>>> jerks who steals food off of other people's plates in restaurants and
>>> raid co-workers' lunch bags.
>>>
>>>
>>> Yurble:
>>> You know what else I get from the summary? The did have food in the
>>> house (lentils), just not readily accessible junk the kids wanted to
>>> eat, "like chicken nuggets or white bread sandwiches with the crust
>>> cut off."
>>> I wonder if the parents were finally trying to live within their
>>> means by buying inexpensive food instead of the crap their kids
>>> wanted. Were the kids that hungry because they'd skipped meals
>>> because they didn't like the food? I just wonder... assuming that's
>>> not the case:
>>> I blame the parents for not teaching them any cooking skills, and
>>> teaching them a sense of entitlement instead. Perhaps the children
>>> were hungry and should have been fed, but they weren't going to
>>> starve if they missed a snack. It's no surprise that the author went
>>> to the neighbor next door, and is still blaming that neighbor for
>>> judging them. The author ought to blame her parents, not the
>>> neighbor.
>>>
>>>
>>> kidlesskim:
>>> This actually sounds exactly like welfare whore mentality and she was
>>> only eight years old! It's the typical breeder-whore analogy: "THEY
>>> have plenty and should give me some of it! They shouldn't only mind
>>> giving me what is rightfully theirs, but should THANK me while I take
>>> it from them too!" This kyd could have some sort of a junk food
>>> addiction too what with coveting white bread, chicken nuggets and
>>> cookies, which is why the moo may have left the cabinets barren. Her
>>> freezer could have been stocked with food, but since it wasn't junk
>>> food then she was "hungry". Another thing too that was a red flag is
>>> that she had JUST gotten home from school, so we KNOW that she had
>>> lunch and if she had "just" gotten home, then it could only have been
>>> about 3-4PM! The little brother probably filled his gullet before he
>>> left whatever daycare he was in as well. She may have also been
>>> leaving out important information too like she MAY have been a real
>>> porker, what with
>>> her vast knowledge of cookies, white bread without crusts, and
>>> nuggets and all.
>>> She's only 8 and is already casing out what other people have,
>>> judging THEM, and feeling like that she deserves what they have
>>> simply because they have too much and are "rich". I'd like to hear
>>> Mrs. Drinkwater's side to this story.
>>>
>>>
>>> SlumSlut:
>>> she SAYS "All I knew was that we needed a snack".
>>>
>>> No one "needs" a SNACK. (except diabetics)
>>> I'm with the people who think the parents didn't keep junk-food in
>>> the house and the kids would go around acting like that was some kind
>>> of torture. They probably saw what the other kids at school have in
>>> their lunches (twinkles, doritos, etc.), and hatched this clever plan
>>> to go around begging the neighbors for their "extra" junk food. It's
>>> entirely possible that the parents of these brats went around to the
>>> neighbors and said "If my kid ever asks you for something to eat,
>>> don't give them anything. We don't allow our kids to eat between
>>> meals because it ruins their appetites." OF COURSE Mrs. Drinkwater is
>>> going to be giving you the stink-eye if you keep coming around with
>>> stories about how you're "starving".
>>> Either that, or she doesn't want to end up feeding you nuts or some
>>> shit you're allergic to and getting sued for it.
>>>
>>> navi8orgirl:
>>> They were not starving by any stretch. They were mad because there
>>> were no snacks in the house. She was even more ****ed off at the
>>> neighbor for refusing to give her snack food. She says it herself
>>> when she speaks on how grateful they would be to unload all their
>>> extra white bread and cookies on her.
>>
>> I don't really know why you posted this! And none of us were there so we
>> can't really comment one way or the other.
>
>> When I was a kid, we had neighbors who were always "borrowing" things.
>> They had a ton of kids in that house, some of them adults who had their
>> own kids. The dad had some kind of head injury from being in the military
>> and the oldest son had lost his life in the military. They once had an
>> all expenses trip to see the president (I think it was Nixon) to get some
>> sort of reward for the son. That was like the biggest thing that ever
>> happened in their lives and they frequently mentioned it. They also said
>> that the son came there in ghost form in the middle of the night and
>> flushed the toilets.
>>
>> I spent the night there once, against my parent's wishes. Never again!
>> They were a strange bunch. Dinner was candy bars and breakfast would
>> have been pancakes made of flour and water with Karo syrup on them. I
>> went home to get eggs, milk and real syrup and my mom kept me there.
>>
>> The kids told my brother and I that the dad would get a job just long
>> enough to steal a large stockpile of whatever they sold. Fritos, candy,
>> toothpaste, whatever. Then he'd either quit or get fired. They had two
>> garbage cans in their kitchen. One contained potatoes and the other,
>> onions. There was a lot more drama involving this family that I won't
>> get into there.
>>
>> But recently my brother looked them up on the Interent. Turns out that
>> none of the kids were even theirs but foster kids! Sad that they were
>> kept in such living conditions. They were only renting the house but
>> they left it in such a sorry state that it cost the owners a fortune
>> getting it ready for sale.
>>
>> I had a friend who lived on another block. Her mom didn't work. But
>> most moms didn't work in those days. Not sure what the dad did for a
>> living but I do remember him bringing some bamboo poles home from work
>> that we were told were holders for large rolls of carpeting. We used
>> them to dance with. I can't remember the name of that kind of dancing but
>> they taught it to us in school. One person manned each end of the two
>> poles and they were banged together and held apart in certain patterns.
>> The dancer or dancers would then work their feet in and out of the poles
>> in various rythyms.
>>
>> These people did own their house but were very poor. The oldest son was
>> an adult while I was still in elementary school. I was told that he had
>> a drinking problems and perhaps the dad did too. Not sure. They always
>> had food in the house but it had to be doled out very sparingly. I ate
>> dinner at their house once and I felt very bad in doing so. They had
>> sooo little food! I came home hungry and had to eat again. No wonder
>> the family was so scrawny. They had pork chops. There was only enough
>> meat for everyone to get about a 2" square. A can of vegetables was
>> split between the 6 of us. There was a little brother but he hadn't been
>> born at that point. I felt like had I not been there, they would have
>> had more food to eat. But my friend had eaten dinner at our house so
>> they had me over. That was what we did in those days.
>>
>> I remember an incident when a neighbor girl came over and was hungry. My
>> friend told her that she wasn't allowed to eat there. The girl went into
>> the kitchen and found the bread drawer. Why they kept the bread in a
>> drawer was beyond me. But she ate a slice of it. The mom came home from
>> wherever she had been, found the missing bread and freaked! We were told
>> go home and my friend and her sister were punished. My mom said they had
>> so little food there that the missing slice would mean that there
>> wouldn't be enough food for the week.
>>
>> So it is possible to have food in the house and still not have enough to
>> eat. A person can have three meals a day and still eat very little at
>> each meal.
>>
>> As for the worms in the cereal... There are people who do buy old food.
>> AFAIK we don't have any such places around here but I have seen places on
>> TV where they sell expired food at deep discounts. People pick food out
>> of the trash. Who knows what the situation was on that cereal? And
>> sometimes people even buy food from a store that doesn't seem to be
>> expired but it is bad. I've seen it happen. When I worked at KMart we
>> had candy bars with nuts in them, returned because they had worms. We
>> did not have expiration dates on the candy in those days.
>>
>> Children's minds also work in strange ways. When I was a child, I really
>> wanted to go to boarding school. I had read stories about such schools
>> and was convinced by going to one, I would have more freedom. I thought
>> I would be able to smoke there and would have lots of money to spend.
>> Children often do not know the ways of the world and yet they think they
>> do.
>
> These were you own words to the other poster:
>
>> I don't really know why you posted this! And none of us were there so we
>> can't really comment one way or the other.

And I didn't comment on that story.

"Julie Bove" > wrote in message
...
>
> "Cheri" > wrote in message
> ...
>> "Julie Bove" > wrote in message
>> ...
>>> wrote:
>>>> Well, I guess I WILL post this here, if only to prove that I don't
>>>> really like uninvited mealtime guests.
>>>>
>>>> I thought I'd pass it on as an example of ridiculous, childish
>>>> writer-sensationalism.
>>>>
>>>> http://www.foodwoolf.com/2010/12/hungry-kids-in-us.html
>>>>
>>>> The author tells of being "hungry" at times in her childhood and
>>>> having, by her own admission, two neglectful parents (though oddly,
>>>> she doesn't actually say that she ever had fewer than three meals a
>>>> day). She came home from school one day at age 8 or 9, found nothing
>>>> for a SNACK for her and her little brother (and since her mother was
>>>> apparently sometimes at home at 3 p.m., that suggests she was a SAHM)
>>>> and after finding worms in the cereal (so maybe someone's buying too
>>>> MUCH food if it's rotting?), decided that she would go begging from
>>>> the house next door, since she's convinced the family is rich. She
>>>> describes the mother next door as a SAHM, despite her answering the
>>>> door in business clothes (what SAHM dresses like that? Clearly,
>>>> there's a lie in here somewhere). She doesn't seem to grasp that, now
>>>> that she's an ADULT, she should be more mad at her slovenly parents
>>>> than mad at the neighbor!
>>>>
>>>> Excerpts:
>>>>
>>>> .....As far as I was concerned, this idea of mine was going to be
>>>> easy. These people were sure to have more than enough food to spare.
>>>> They were going to thank me for taking all their extra cookies and
>>>> white bread off their hands.
>>>>
>>>> Once I got to the Drinkwater's front door, I rang the doorbell. I
>>>> recall waiting in silence as I daydreamed about the peanut butter and
>>>> Marshmallow fluff sandwiches I'd soon be eating........
>>>>
>>>> "We're hungry," I said. "There's nothing in our house to eat."
>>>>
>>>> Mrs. Drinkwater said nothing for what felt like hours......
>>>>
>>>> "Where is your mother?" she asked.
>>>>
>>>> "I don't know," I said......
>>>>
>>>> "And your father? Where is he?"
>>>>
>>>> "He's at work," I said.
>>>>
>>>> She gripped the glass storm door. I couldn't understand why she kept
>>>> me outside on her snowy front step. I shifted my feet inside my
>>>> rubber boots. The fake fur had rubbed away and all I could feel were
>>>> my bare feet against rubber and snow. It was then I realized I had
>>>> made a very big mistake. I couldn't trust this woman for her help.
>>>>
>>>> I looked over my shoulder at my house. It seemed so far away from me
>>>> now.
>>>>
>>>> "I'm sorry to have bothered you," I said.
>>>>
>>>> "I will talk to your mother," Mrs. Drinkwater said. The click of the
>>>> knocker as the door closed was as loud as a yelled insult.
>>>>
>>>> ....I wish the story ended with Mrs. Drinkwater taking me aside and
>>>> giving me a little money. Or how a casserole miraculously appeared on
>>>> our front door the next day. But the real ending, was actually a
>>>> long, slow end that came in the form of many tears, more hungry days,
>>>> and lots of dealing with the neighbor's awkward looks.......
>>>>
>>>> (snip)
>>>>
>>>> I found the story at Bratfree.
>>>>
>>>> http://www.refugees.bratfree.com/rea...2,89505,page=1
>>>>
>>>> (Warning: Foul language ahead. If you'd rather skip the multiple
>>>> comments, I'll give some of the most relevant.)
>>>>
>>>> Miss Hannigan
>>>> Dec. 16, 2010
>>>> This is clearly a one-sided tale. Allow me to put my Heartless Bitch
>>>> hat on.
>>>> You are Mrs. Drinkwater. You studied hard in school and take pride in
>>>> your house and do your best to provide for your children, whom you
>>>> could afford to have. A family moves in - they seem nice enough at
>>>> first, but you realize things arent well. You can hear their
>>>> screaming arguments every day through the window. The father works
>>>> late every night, but more than likely he's having a fling on the
>>>> side instead. Money is tight, and the landscaping suffers - was that
>>>> fast food garbage on the lawn all week? The kids are always dirty and
>>>> get into trouble at school too.
>>>> So when one of the neighbor's urchins shows up on your doorstep, it's
>>>> a slap in your face. How do these assholes afford a house in your
>>>> neighborhood, but still can't feed their damn dirty kids? It's not
>>>> your problem. You mentally note to call CPS and maybe bitch at the
>>>> mom - you've been looking for an excuse for a long time, and here it
>>>> is.
>>>>
>>>>
>>>> navi8orgirl
>>>> Growing up Hungry......zzzzzzzzzz
>>>> December 16, 2010
>>>> Ugh, I am on Team Drinkwater. Guess I am a heartless bitch too. I
>>>> decided to read the entire thing. "Trusted neighbor?" The woman
>>>> probably had no idea who this kid was because she never played with
>>>> her kids.
>>>> She probably stood there thinking, "They bought a house in an
>>>> affluent neighborhood and now it looks like shit which drags the
>>>> neighborhood down with it. They never paid us the time of day, their
>>>> kids were not friends with mine. And now their dirty kids show up on
>>>> my step begging for food?? While their mother is off getting
>>>> shitfaced someplace? I have to pay for these people with my taxes,
>>>> and I don't even get the benefit of a bigger tax credit."
>>>> repeat after me....if you can't feed 'em, don't breed 'em.
>>>>
>>>> mulva
>>>> Growing up Hungry......zzzzzzzzzz
>>>> December 16, 2010
>>>> Another Team Drinkwater here. Mrs. D knew damn well that if she fed
>>>> them once, they'd be over for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I never
>>>> expected anyone to give me anything in my life and I've never felt
>>>> entitled to other people's food. I'll bet the LW is one of those
>>>> jerks who steals food off of other people's plates in restaurants and
>>>> raid co-workers' lunch bags.
>>>>
>>>>
>>>> Yurble:
>>>> You know what else I get from the summary? The did have food in the
>>>> house (lentils), just not readily accessible junk the kids wanted to
>>>> eat, "like chicken nuggets or white bread sandwiches with the crust
>>>> cut off."
>>>> I wonder if the parents were finally trying to live within their
>>>> means by buying inexpensive food instead of the crap their kids
>>>> wanted. Were the kids that hungry because they'd skipped meals
>>>> because they didn't like the food? I just wonder... assuming that's
>>>> not the case:
>>>> I blame the parents for not teaching them any cooking skills, and
>>>> teaching them a sense of entitlement instead. Perhaps the children
>>>> were hungry and should have been fed, but they weren't going to
>>>> starve if they missed a snack. It's no surprise that the author went
>>>> to the neighbor next door, and is still blaming that neighbor for
>>>> judging them. The author ought to blame her parents, not the
>>>> neighbor.
>>>>
>>>>
>>>> kidlesskim:
>>>> This actually sounds exactly like welfare whore mentality and she was
>>>> only eight years old! It's the typical breeder-whore analogy: "THEY
>>>> have plenty and should give me some of it! They shouldn't only mind
>>>> giving me what is rightfully theirs, but should THANK me while I take
>>>> it from them too!" This kyd could have some sort of a junk food
>>>> addiction too what with coveting white bread, chicken nuggets and
>>>> cookies, which is why the moo may have left the cabinets barren. Her
>>>> freezer could have been stocked with food, but since it wasn't junk
>>>> food then she was "hungry". Another thing too that was a red flag is
>>>> that she had JUST gotten home from school, so we KNOW that she had
>>>> lunch and if she had "just" gotten home, then it could only have been
>>>> about 3-4PM! The little brother probably filled his gullet before he
>>>> left whatever daycare he was in as well. She may have also been
>>>> leaving out important information too like she MAY have been a real
>>>> porker, what with
>>>> her vast knowledge of cookies, white bread without crusts, and
>>>> nuggets and all.
>>>> She's only 8 and is already casing out what other people have,
>>>> judging THEM, and feeling like that she deserves what they have
>>>> simply because they have too much and are "rich". I'd like to hear
>>>> Mrs. Drinkwater's side to this story.
>>>>
>>>>
>>>> SlumSlut:
>>>> she SAYS "All I knew was that we needed a snack".
>>>>
>>>> No one "needs" a SNACK. (except diabetics)
>>>> I'm with the people who think the parents didn't keep junk-food in
>>>> the house and the kids would go around acting like that was some kind
>>>> of torture. They probably saw what the other kids at school have in
>>>> their lunches (twinkles, doritos, etc.), and hatched this clever plan
>>>> to go around begging the neighbors for their "extra" junk food. It's
>>>> entirely possible that the parents of these brats went around to the
>>>> neighbors and said "If my kid ever asks you for something to eat,
>>>> don't give them anything. We don't allow our kids to eat between
>>>> meals because it ruins their appetites." OF COURSE Mrs. Drinkwater is
>>>> going to be giving you the stink-eye if you keep coming around with
>>>> stories about how you're "starving".
>>>> Either that, or she doesn't want to end up feeding you nuts or some
>>>> shit you're allergic to and getting sued for it.
>>>>
>>>> navi8orgirl:
>>>> They were not starving by any stretch. They were mad because there
>>>> were no snacks in the house. She was even more ****ed off at the
>>>> neighbor for refusing to give her snack food. She says it herself
>>>> when she speaks on how grateful they would be to unload all their
>>>> extra white bread and cookies on her.
>>>
>>> I don't really know why you posted this! And none of us were there so
>>> we can't really comment one way or the other.
>>
>>> When I was a kid, we had neighbors who were always "borrowing" things.
>>> They had a ton of kids in that house, some of them adults who had their
>>> own kids. The dad had some kind of head injury from being in the
>>> military and the oldest son had lost his life in the military. They
>>> once had an all expenses trip to see the president (I think it was
>>> Nixon) to get some sort of reward for the son. That was like the
>>> biggest thing that ever happened in their lives and they frequently
>>> mentioned it. They also said that the son came there in ghost form in
>>> the middle of the night and flushed the toilets.
>>>
>>> I spent the night there once, against my parent's wishes. Never again!
>>> They were a strange bunch. Dinner was candy bars and breakfast would
>>> have been pancakes made of flour and water with Karo syrup on them. I
>>> went home to get eggs, milk and real syrup and my mom kept me there.
>>>
>>> The kids told my brother and I that the dad would get a job just long
>>> enough to steal a large stockpile of whatever they sold. Fritos, candy,
>>> toothpaste, whatever. Then he'd either quit or get fired. They had two
>>> garbage cans in their kitchen. One contained potatoes and the other,
>>> onions. There was a lot more drama involving this family that I won't
>>> get into there.
>>>
>>> But recently my brother looked them up on the Interent. Turns out that
>>> none of the kids were even theirs but foster kids! Sad that they were
>>> kept in such living conditions. They were only renting the house but
>>> they left it in such a sorry state that it cost the owners a fortune
>>> getting it ready for sale.
>>>
>>> I had a friend who lived on another block. Her mom didn't work. But
>>> most moms didn't work in those days. Not sure what the dad did for a
>>> living but I do remember him bringing some bamboo poles home from work
>>> that we were told were holders for large rolls of carpeting. We used
>>> them to dance with. I can't remember the name of that kind of dancing
>>> but they taught it to us in school. One person manned each end of the
>>> two poles and they were banged together and held apart in certain
>>> patterns. The dancer or dancers would then work their feet in and out of
>>> the poles in various rythyms.
>>>
>>> These people did own their house but were very poor. The oldest son was
>>> an adult while I was still in elementary school. I was told that he had
>>> a drinking problems and perhaps the dad did too. Not sure. They always
>>> had food in the house but it had to be doled out very sparingly. I ate
>>> dinner at their house once and I felt very bad in doing so. They had
>>> sooo little food! I came home hungry and had to eat again. No wonder
>>> the family was so scrawny. They had pork chops. There was only enough
>>> meat for everyone to get about a 2" square. A can of vegetables was
>>> split between the 6 of us. There was a little brother but he hadn't been
>>> born at that point. I felt like had I not been there, they would have
>>> had more food to eat. But my friend had eaten dinner at our house so
>>> they had me over. That was what we did in those days.
>>>
>>> I remember an incident when a neighbor girl came over and was hungry.
>>> My friend told her that she wasn't allowed to eat there. The girl went
>>> into the kitchen and found the bread drawer. Why they kept the bread in
>>> a drawer was beyond me. But she ate a slice of it. The mom came home
>>> from wherever she had been, found the missing bread and freaked! We
>>> were told go home and my friend and her sister were punished. My mom
>>> said they had so little food there that the missing slice would mean
>>> that there wouldn't be enough food for the week.
>>>
>>> So it is possible to have food in the house and still not have enough to
>>> eat. A person can have three meals a day and still eat very little at
>>> each meal.
>>>
>>> As for the worms in the cereal... There are people who do buy old food.
>>> AFAIK we don't have any such places around here but I have seen places
>>> on TV where they sell expired food at deep discounts. People pick food
>>> out of the trash. Who knows what the situation was on that cereal? And
>>> sometimes people even buy food from a store that doesn't seem to be
>>> expired but it is bad. I've seen it happen. When I worked at KMart we
>>> had candy bars with nuts in them, returned because they had worms. We
>>> did not have expiration dates on the candy in those days.
>>>
>>> Children's minds also work in strange ways. When I was a child, I
>>> really wanted to go to boarding school. I had read stories about such
>>> schools and was convinced by going to one, I would have more freedom. I
>>> thought I would be able to smoke there and would have lots of money to
>>> spend. Children often do not know the ways of the world and yet they
>>> think they do.
>>
>> These were you own words to the other poster:
>>
>>> I don't really know why you posted this! And none of us were there so
>>> we can't really comment one way or the other.
>
> And I didn't comment on that story.


So you posted a really long story of your own where "none of us were there
so we can't really comment one way or the other."

Cheri