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I got the 10 Years Blues

Monday, May 23rd, 2016

Yep, first off, it’s been a while since I wrote here.. sorry about that.

2nd off, the reason I came back. 10 years, it’s really been 10 years. You might be asking what in the world am I prattling on about… the answer to your question could be found here.

If you don’t want to read a 4 year old post, I guess I could give you the skinny.

It was only 6 years when I wrote that post, and while not much has changed, a lot seems to have changed.

So, 10 years ago, I was wheeled into an operating room with promises of returning to “normal” for what that serves as a status quo for me then. Needless to say, that “normal” was never reached. When I woke up, I couldn’t see the details of the room around me, I couldn’t really even see where my parents were sitting at my bed side. It was terrifying, but I felt the need to stay calm for the sake of not freaking my parents out. That’s me, always thinking of everyone else first.

I was told not to worry, things just needed time to adjust, my vision would be back in a couple of weeks. I thought, “Ok, no big deal, I can handle this for a few weeks.”

Well, a few weeks turned into a couple of months, and then I finally got a doctor to tell me the truth no one else wanted to say to an 18 year old girl fresh out of high school. “What vision you have now is all you will ever have, and I can’t promise it won’t get worse over time.”

That was a gut punch that I couldn’t take like nothing happened. I broke down, right there in the doctor office, ugly crying and all. I was just 1 step away from hysteria. I think if I could have talked, I probably would have been hysterical, but thankfully, I had no words, only tears.

What do you say to that? How do you react? Is there a right or wrong thing to say or do? I don’t think so, but I’m a firm believer that everyone deals differently.

One thing that cheered me up and drove me crazy at the same time was people saying to me “You are taking this so well. You don’t even look down about the whole situation, that’s really amazing.”

How could I go around showing the world my devastation? What good would that have done? I had it in my head, the best way to deal with something is to accept it and move on. Something from a distantly remembered Proverb about not being able to change things out of your control… and yeah, this was waaay out of my control.

I felt it inspirational to me that people didn’t notice I was sad, devastated and utterly lost.

I’ll spare you and myself all the bad thoughts I had, and pushed aside because once again, “What good will that do?”. That thought, along with my feeling of responsibility to hold it together for my friends and family probably got me through the 2nd worst time in my life. I say 2nd, because even though I was a small girl when my dad died, that still has to be the worst experience, losing a parent.

I now want to move forward, sharing all the other stuff that’s happened since that fateful day in 2006.

As a result of that day, I realized where I made some less than stellar decisions and put myself on a course to fix that. That course wasn’t probably the best way to deal, but the end result was worth it I think.

As a result of that course, I found the love of my life, the person who completes me and makes me feel like the most special person in the world sometimes. Don’t get me wrong, we aren’t like star crossed lovers like Romeo and Juliet or anything, but that also will probably be the difference in mutual destruction and something that lasts a long, long time. I fell in love with Taylor Scott at a time in my life where that was the last thing I was looking for. Guess it’s true, you always get what you don’t expect when it is least expected.

He’s been my rock, my sounding board, my cheerleader, and most of all my voice of reason. I couldn’t ask for a better person to share my life with.

That’s probably the number 1 thing that has come out of the past 10 years.

Next has been the transitions I’ve experienced, losing some friends, making others. That was a real life lesson that everyone should experience I think. It is hard losing friends, and even harder making new ones. I think I can safely say that after Taylor, my 2 best friends are people I have never met. They exist strictly on the internet and over the phone, but I couldn’t ask for better people to put up with me and my crazy antics. Thanks Randi and Ricardo, you 2 are the best.

Next, in these past 10 years, I have graduated from college 4 times. I have a certificate of basic management skills, an associate degree in liberal arts, a bachelor degree in business administration, and finally a master degree in management/leadership. I even have contemplated my PhD. I think if I tried to do that, my other best friend and the best reader in the state of Texas, Megan, would murder me with just her thoughts! haha

I’ve got great parents, great parents in Taylor’s parents, and a great family on both sides.

So, while it does suck to be blind some days, and it even can be so frustrating that it makes me feel like I have steam coming out of my ears. I just have to remember all the good and it makes me feel a little bit better. You have to give a little to get a little, and I think I gave my eyesight for everything I have now. I’ll tell you this, and it made shock you all. I would do that trade every day of the week and twice on Sundays! šŸ™‚

It really breaks my heart and exasperates me when people say “I don’t know how you do it. I think I would never recover from that.” or my personal favorite, “If I had lost my sight like that, I probably would have killed myself. My life would have been over.” That last one makes me grind my teeth, and really just makes me mad.

I have so much to be thankful for, and I can’t deny that I probably wouldn’t have any of it had it not been for a fateful day in May in 2006.

I have a job now, a fantastic boyfriend, family and friends. I couldn’t ask for more, that would just be greedy.

Next time something has you down, or you want to comment on someone else’s disadvantage, think about all the possibilities for good that could have or did come from that tradgedy or misfortune.

Not everything bad ends badly. Life is what you make it, and why not make your stay here as fun and enjoyable as possible?

I know I’m going to try, depression and anxiety be damned!

One thing hasn’t changed, I still think of others before myself, and I don’t think that is a bad thing. I think that’s a sign of good raising and good parents.

Ok, so that’s all I got. This has been therapeutic, and I’m moderately less sad than I was when I started writing.

Thanks for reading this far if you made it!

Leave a comment, or catch me on Twitter!

TaTa,
Amanda Ellen

Dear God, I’m not Job!

Monday, February 3rd, 2014

*warning*
** This blog post is approximately 2,186 words or somewhere to close to 10 pages in MS Wordā€¦ read at your own risk**
I titled this post ā€œDear God, Iā€™m not Job!ā€ for a reason. Today I found out that I have yet another condition to contend with within my body. I have hypothyroidism.

Before I get into that, let me give those of you not familiar with JOB and/or the bible story a summaryā€¦

Job is the bee’s knees. Really. He’s blameless and upright, and he has kids, a wife, land, and a bunch of sheep. Doesn’t get much better than that. Up in the heavens, God brags to the divine assembly about Job. Lo and behold, Satan comes out and challenges God on Job’s goodness. This can’t end well.

Back to the story. Satan tells God that, sure, Job loves God now, but takes away his earthly possessions and his children, and he will dump God in a New York minute. God agrees to the challenge, and Satan unleashes a force that kills all of Job’s family except his wife, kills his servants, and reduces his homes to dust. Ouch.

But guess what? Job remains loyal. He refuses to denounce God. Take that, Satan. God gets to back to bragging and Satan sets up another challenge. This time, God lets Satan give Job a nasty rash, boils, and blisters all over his body.

Now Job becomes a much less happy camper. After all, he was loyal to God, and look what happened. He doesn’t renounce God, but he does insist that he deserves some kind of explanationā€”wouldn’t you want one? His buddies Eliphaz, Bildad, and Zophar have an answer: it’s his fault. Hmmm.

Job isn’t quite satisfied with that explanation. Just in the nick of time, Elihu pops in to tell Job that he may not have sinned, but he still has no right to question his fate. After all, God’s universe is still endowed with immortal power. Bottom line: suck it up.

After much fretting and many speeches, God finally shows up. Why? For a scolding. Where was Job on the day the universe was created? Where was Job when God was designing the architecture of the seas and the continents? Where was Job when God invented Arrested Development?

Needless to say, Job feels a little humbled and acknowledges that, as a mere mortal, he can’t possibly understand everything in an immortally ruled universe. Taking Elihu’s advice, Job goes back to his day job, and eventually God gives him double what he had at the outset. Job lives to a ripe old age, and both God and Satan fade into the shadows.

Anyways, so yeah, I feel like Job. Letā€™s start off with my dad, killed in a car crash in 1994. Ok, I sort have dealt with that, almost 20 years after the fact. Then mom remarriesā€¦ sounds fabulous doesnā€™t it? Except for that part where my life and family turns into a Jerry Springer show waiting to happen. My sister (step) loves the boys a little too much, and soon enough becomes a mommy before she graduates high school. Soon before the first baby was born, she was married to the babyā€™s father. Then almost a year later to the date, a 2nd baby comes along. I am 1 proud auntie! I love kids! I spoil them and love them and babysit for my sister all the time.
Then she divorces hubby #1, after he works his tail off to support her ā€œlifestyleā€ that she thinks she needs to live, because she found a new boyfriendā€¦ soon after that sheā€™s prego again. Baby #3!! Not complaining too much, once again I love kids!
Hubby #2 not that bright, but I can deal… I mean, heā€™s not my husband. So, thatā€™s where she is now, and sheā€™s happy, so more power to her.

Next we talk about my ā€œbrotherā€ (step). I use the term brother loosely because I really donā€™t like him, not in the least. He is a cracked out, thieving, low life excuse of a person. Heā€™s so far into drugs, he doesnā€™t know which way is up. Everyone has tried to help him, and he just doesnā€™t want to change. So, yeah, he breaks my step-dad (from here on out dad)ā€™s heart. All he wants is his 1 son to do something with his life and not die early from a drug over dose. This is not likely to happen, given the transaction over Christmasā€¦ thatā€™s a whole nother story in itself!

Anyways, I was a normal kid for the most part… I have had my medical and other types of issues along the way, but for the most part I have been pretty normal over the first 18 years of my life. I was a sickly child, always needing antibiotics, this procedure here, that doctor thereā€¦ but hey I made it. Anyways, so went through my life being pretty cool with thingsā€¦ until 2006, the New Year after my 18th birthday. Thatā€™s when things really just hit the fan.

So, I guess it was February when I started to show serious signs of what I now know as hydrocephalusā€¦ have a Webpage about that.
At the time no one knew what was wrong with me; I must have had the fluā€¦ for 2 monthsā€¦
Well, then my vision started to black out, I ran over lots of stuff and tore up 2 vehicles in the process. It is a wonder I did not seriously injure myself. So, yeah, that happened the 2nd semester of my senior year of high school. Then one of my favorite people dies in a tragic swimming accident. He was babysitting some kids; the little girl left her toy in the lake where they were swimming. He went to get it, got caught in a trot lineā€¦ and drowned. For those unfamiliar with a trot line, have this .
I finally was able to find out my real problem sometime in May of 2006. I was directed to a neurosurgeon; I had my first shunt system put in, and was out of the hospital the day of my high school graduation.

Next we move to August of that yearā€¦
Another of my friends, actually, I jokingly called him my ā€œfavorite mechanicā€ because he did his best to fix my vehicles when I ran over everything so I wouldnā€™t have to tell my mom. Well, he was killed in a car accident, less than a mile from my house and about 5-10 minutes before my mother and I came up on the scene. I was traumatized to say the least. My neighbor, had been the one driving, and he was unharmed. Both of his passengers had been thrown from the truck despite seatbelts. One boy ended up with a punctured lung and some broken ribs, and my ā€œfavorite mechanicā€ had died from a broken neck.

Then I decided that I was 18 almost 19, it was time for me to try this whole moving out thing. I moved in with my boyfriend then of 5 almost 6 years. We rented a house with his sister and her boyfriend. That couldā€™ve been my best and worst decision yet. Best because I got a full view of what I was getting into, worst because he beat the crap out of me before I left.

I was young and foolish, and accepted his marriage proposal without uttering a word to anyone about the abuse. I mean, I threatened him with a kitchen knife, and it wasnā€™t as bad as it had beenā€¦ but once I moved to Austin for my blind rehab program, I realized that things would never be the same between usā€¦ and I had to get out.

I took precautions when I ended things with him, like making sure all of the appropriate staff knew to not let anyone know I was there and if someone came asking for me to clear it with me before telling them where I was.

Then, hereā€™s where the story starts to turn aroundā€¦

I went a little crazy in Austin. I had something to prove to myself and I didā€¦ there were still men that wanted me despite my ā€œbrokennessā€ or disabilityā€¦

So, that abruptly ended when the boy I despised so much turned out to not be so bad after allā€¦.
Hereā€™s the full story of how Taylor and I became a coupleā€¦.
It was April 20, 2007 Taylor and I were not fans of each otherā€¦ him because I was dating multiple guys and having funā€¦ me because he was a grumpy, stuck up, ā€œbad boyā€ that just knew how to get under my skinā€¦ and I didnā€™t like it.
The 20th that year happened to fall on a weekend. That weekend, we both were going home to visit our familiesā€¦ Me to east Texas, him to the little town SW of Ft. Worthā€¦. Me on a Greyhound in the dead of night, him in a friendā€™s car. We both were due back on the 22ā€¦
So, on the 22 I come back via Greyhound, just for them to tell me that my luggage has been lost, and if I wait for the next bus coming in, it might be on it. So, I waitā€¦
Still no luggageā€¦
Maybe if I wait for this next bus it will be there, but that is like an hour from now. I realize I will most certainly die of boredom, and who do I call to keep me company at the bus station??

None other than Mr. Taylor ā€œElvisā€ himself. He grabs a cab and meets me at the bus station and we talk until the bus shows upā€¦ alas, my luggage isnā€™t on that bus either and the next bus wonā€™t be in until 5 or 6 in the morning and it is now 7 or 8 in the evening.

Taylor and I catch a cab back to our apartments because the Greyhound supervisor assures me that my luggage will be delivered to me the next day. So, we get lost on our way home. The cabbie dropped us off on a street or 2 away from our apartment complex and we are lost.

Somehow, we find our way back, and we get ready to settle in for bed. By this time I realize that ā€œHey, I kind of like this guyā€¦ maybe heā€™s not too bad after all.ā€ You know the usual girl hormones.

The next day, I am stuck at my apartment waiting for the Greyhound people to deliver my luggage, and Taylor waits with me in my apartmentā€¦ This is now April 23, 2007 and Taylor and I become an ā€œitemā€ that dayā€¦ and he we are, almost 7 years later still going! ļŠ

Now, that was my silver liningā€¦
So, I end up meeting people when I move to Cleburne with Taylor after our 4 month love affairā€¦.
I start college as soon as I move here anxious to do something!

Now, I have been through college a couple of times over. I have an associate of liberal arts, a certificate of basic management skills, a bachelor of business administration, and working on my Master of science (management and leadership)ā€¦.

Iā€™m on the job hunt but I just canā€™t seem to stay healthyā€¦ my health does its own thing, and most of the time that thing is act poorly.

So, I can handle the hydrocephalus most of the timeā€¦ now I have these weird non-fluid related headaches… fine, the neurologist I think has fixed thoseā€¦
Iā€™m also hypoglycemic (low blood sugar) which is probably because Iā€™m fat, but hey, Iā€™ve been told this has a good chance of being congenitalā€¦

So, I despite all of that, when Iā€™m properly medicated, I thought I was a pretty active personā€¦ or not???

Today I found out I have hypothyroidism, which means that my thyroid doesnā€™t put out as much of my hormones as it should.
Have this info from the Mayo Clinic.

Basically, it sounds like scary stuffā€¦
How would one get this you might ask?
Well, my prime suspect in the matter falls on my biological fatherā€™s mother. She has the same condition, and it is likely that I inherited this ā€œconditionā€.
So, I want to say thank you, to the woman who wants/wanted nothing to do with me once my father diedā€¦ thanks for giving me another pill to takeā€¦ a constant battle with my weight due to lack of hormones, and God only knows what else will happen as time goes on.

So, dear God, Iā€™m not Jobā€¦ you might already know this since I got real mad at you back in 2006ā€¦.

So, can I please have a break? I just want to have a normal semester and get through Graduate school relatively unscathedā€¦

Signed,
Me (Amanda Ellen)

Anyways, this is a basic run downā€¦
Iā€™m finding it extremely hard to not be bitter, when I really have the right to be.
So, thatā€™s all,
Thanks for reading if you made it this far!
-Amanda Ellen

P.S.
I wouldn’t change anything leading up to meeting Taylor, he means the world to me!
Sorry for the mushiness! šŸ™‚

My 2013 end of year post, or year in review.

Wednesday, January 8th, 2014

So, hereā€™s my end of the year post for 2013. Yes, itā€™s almost 2 weeks into January, but I just now have the time to sit and write.
2013, perhaps one of my best years medically speaking, in a while. Only 1 surgery, and it was really relatively minor. Of course I probably have seen more doctors this year, but I believe the headaches may have been sorted out. I quit smoking, that was good..
I graduated from college with my bachelors degree, that was pretty cool. I started my masters program, sort of cool, sort of self inflicted pain? Lol
Letā€™s see, Iā€™m still alive, I like that. ļŠ
2013 had its ups and downs, but all together, it wasnā€™t too bad. I read lots of good books this year, mainly the Dresden Files series and some book suggestions from RO .
I finished the 2013 booklist with a nice even number of 36, this averages out to 3 books a month. Not too bad given my current workload with my classes, but I’ll try to increase that number in 2014. šŸ™‚
So, on to my goals for 2014ā€¦
1. I want to lose weight, inches, or whatever to put myself at a healthier placeā€¦ I wonā€™t disclose my weight, but itā€™s not acceptable anymore.
2. I want to reteach myself to eat 3 meals a day, not just 1. I have somewhere along the way, forgotten that a body needs 3 meals a day at the leastā€¦ I want to get back to that.
3. I am reteaching myself braille. I learned it very briefly years ago, but forgot it since I never used it. I believe Iā€™m older, wiser, and able to give it more time this go around and am giving it a shot. Taylor will also be a huge help with that.
4. I want to find a job. I have 2 degrees, a certificate of management skills, and working on my 3rd degreeā€¦ I believe itā€™s time to be a productive citizen, and work for my money and pay taxes. Really I just want a routine, a reason to leave my house other than to get groceries or go to the doctor.
5. I want to be healthier, this probably ties in with the whole weight thing, but I donā€™t like visiting a whole slew of doctors every monthā€¦ I want to be healthy and cut those doctor visits down.

Ok, so thatā€™s my goals for 2014. Wonder if Iā€™ll be able to get any of them, some of them, or all of them accomplished?
Please feel free to share your goals for 2014ā€¦ I wonā€™t call them resolutions, because resolutions fail more often than they succeedā€¦ by calling them ā€œgoalsā€ I hope to give them a better chance. Now, I only need to get over this cold thing I have and I will and can start on goal number 1, the weight loss thingā€¦ excersise is first on my agenda to achieve that. Thanks to Taylor, I can track things because he bought me a scale that does weight and body fat percentage. This tool will make it easier to know if Iā€™m losing the fat.
Anyways, thatā€™s my end of the year post for 2013.
Hereā€™s to a productive 2014!
TaTa,
Amanda Ellen

Life update and some support please?

Friday, July 26th, 2013

So, here it is another life update type thing. This one is kind of big to me, but not big like life or death or anything. I have decided to quit smoking. I know, those who actually read this thing and know me are probably in shock. Please, come around and join me on the side of reason. I have convinced myself of several reasons on why I should quit smoking and do it post haste.

First of all, itā€™s just not good for anyone, and since I have been so sickly and surgery prone the last few years, I figure it canā€™t hurt to see if quitting helps that. Maybe this will rid me of all the stupid sinus infections, the constant fluid fluctuation, and anything else that has been ailing me. Not to mention, I am only hurting myself by smoking because when school stresses me out, it results in me smoking way more than I normally allow myself to have in a single day. So, thatā€™s my first logical thought process.

Next we have the fact that I am on the job hunt. I know they canā€™t really discriminate and all that happy crap, but I figure that employers might be more interested in a non-smoker than a smoker. That reasoning has many branches; most of all, most people think it is really unattractive for people to smoke. This means are you really going to want to do business with someone that smells like smoke? Probably not on your first choice.

Next thought process, I will feel cleaner. Yes, that sounds crazy I know, but I wonā€™t stink is what I guess I should say. Everyone I know complains about the smell that wafts around me during and after smoking a cigarette. This will no longer be the case, and Iā€™ll just smell pretty and clean.

Final process, and this probably is just grasping at straws, but maybe, maybe, just maybe, this might ease up some of the extreme dislike my mother-in-law has for me? I know it is probably wishful thinking, but hey, figure it has to count for something? Right?
Plus, with me quitting smoking, our household will be a tobacco free zone since Taylor quit dipping about 8-9 months ago. By me choosing to do this now, I also may be able to avoid temptation because I have no way to go grab some more smokes. I am going at this cold turkey, and the reasoning behind that is more messed up than I care to share. 1 reason would be Chantix is mean, evil, wicked, bad, and nasty on many levels and I am not ready to resort to subjecting myself to that just yet.

So, friends, I hope you are readingā€¦ this is the time I really need some moral support. I run out of smokes tomorrow, and I already feel the grumpy trying to come out. I am doing my best to suppress it, and I have 1 of those handy dandy electronic cigarettes, but I would just like to be nondependent on tobacco.

So, Iā€™ll be doing a reverse countdown on Twitter, the number of days I have made it without a lit cigarette, and hopefully that will change to the number of days without nicotine.
Thatā€™s the hardest part, getting this crack baby off her nicotineā€¦
Ah well, I apologize for any foul moods that come across electronically for the foreseeable futureā€¦

Thank you all for the support!
TaTa,
Amanda Ellen

P.S.
Oh, I so hope I don’t sound like one of those televangelists sob stories… blarf! hahahaha

A life update post

Wednesday, June 26th, 2013

Just putting a life update out there, giving whatever people who read my blog a break from the book postings, on which Iā€™m now 3 books behind again. Anyways, I am working on a new project I created for myself, creating a webpage that I can link to here with my pictures from my most semi-recent academic achievements. These pictures do include my little princess Leah, and some family and friends. I have always had a fascination with pictures even when I could see, and I never let it go. Not sure if any sighted people read or know of my site, but I just feel the need to put it out there I guess. So, yeah, I graduated in May with my bachelorā€™s degree in Business Administration. I start working on my masterā€™s degree in the fall; I am going for a Masterā€™s of Science, Leadership and Management. Sounds like fun huh?

I was able to make it through my final semester of undergrad without needing surgery. (This has been something that has been the odd occurrence since like 2010.) Alas, the surgery bug didnā€™t stay away for good though. I am having surgery this Friday, June 28, to remove or clamp off my back right shunt system. This is because the system only works when it wants, and currently it has wanted to work semi-decently and I have been suffering from low spinal fluid levels, and been absolutely miserable. The valve for the system is adjustable, but the valve is broken because the doctor was unable to adjust it normally. So, at least this surgery is happening between semesters, and I can recover at a leisurely pace and not feel rushed to get back to school work. It will suck because it is just starting to get hot here in Texas, and I hate being hot… especially after surgery since it is likely to make me real sick. So, I will be doing my best to stay cool. I am a little nervous about this surgery because it isnā€™t something I have done before, and there is a slightly higher risk of hemridging than when putting in or replacing parts in a shunt system. This doesnā€™t mean to say that this procedure is highly dangerous or anything, but the risk is there with this procedure, where with the others it really isnā€™t. I have the surgeon I wanted to do the surgery, my mom will be at the hospital with me, and I have finally learned to put my foot down and demand what I believe is what I want and best for me. So, yeah, feeling a bit empowered after graduating I guess! ļŠ

I wanted to do a whole post dedicated to graduation, but due to my recent health issues, I do not feel that I could do it justice, so Iā€™m just going to touch on it here. I graduated in the top 20% of my class with a 3.4 GPA. I was accepted to grad school before attaining my degree, based solely on my under grad grades, and that made me feel like my hard work was starting to pay off. Also, because of my excellent grades, I was able to get into grad school without the standardized testing that is usually required! So, yeah, kind of stoked about the fall to see how bad grad school really will be. Iā€™m also sort of job hunting to give myself a chance to get some experience and to earn some extra cash since I wonā€™t be getting any financial aid for grad school.

I think thatā€™s all I got for now, time for food, coffee, and to lay down a bit before I fall over. Damn fluid levels.
Hope you have enjoyed the break from book postings, and if you ever have any questions or want to know about anything I post, please feel free to ask in the comments and Iā€™ll get back with you ASAP!

TaTa,
Amanda Ellen

P.S.
When I feel better I’ll post another life type post, and a link to the picture page.

The reality of a raise in minimum wage by Amanda B.

Tuesday, February 19th, 2013

So, you think a hike in minimum wage is great?
Yeah, think again!
I hate this and people that are ā€œsupposed to be business majorsā€, have exacerbated my patience with stupidityā€¦.
Yes, in theory a hike in minimum sounds great to the McDonalds person flippin burgers, or to that girl over there ringing people up at the grocery storeā€¦
But I think people fail to realize that everything that sounds ā€œgoodā€ comes with its own set of consequences.
Case in point, Federal minimum wage is currently $7.25 here in the states; Obama wants to make it a flat $9.00ā€¦
Sound good?
Yeah it does, until it doesnā€™t.
Think about this, that cheeseburger that you get at McDonalds for a dollar?
That person is paid $7.25 to make that burgerā€¦
If that person now has to be paid $9 an hour to make the same burger, then your $1 cheeseburger isnā€™t going to stay $1 anymore.
That person working on the assembly lines up in Detroit putting your ā€œAmerican madeā€ cars together?
Yeah, minimum wage doesnā€™t affect them directly, but minimum wage is raised, these people will want more money for what they do.
That nice Ford or Chevy car/truck/Van you have just went up in price significantly.
Oh, you have a job as an assembly line worker, a telemarketer making minimum wage?
Well, hereā€™s the thingā€¦
Companies are almost always about the bottom dollar. If it is going them $9 right now to keep you sitting there doing your job and only $ 2 to have someone in India do it, guess where your job is going?
This equals a much higher unemployment rate in the United States because too many people donā€™t feel the need to better themselves and get educated.
Yeah, it costs a lot of money to go to college, but guess what? You get a degree or certificate of some kind, then that whole minimum wage thing is less likely to affect you directly.
I donā€™t think people realize that yes big box companies like Wal-Mart, Best Buy, and Kroger seem like they make up the majority of the market out thereā€¦ but honestly the majority of the market is small business.
The big box stores might take most of the market share, I wonā€™t deny that, but small business is the most dominant kind of business out there.
Those small businesses canā€™t absorb higher labor costs because the President doesnā€™t think we are paying people enough to make a hamburgerā€¦
Ok, so maybe minimum wage doesnā€™t cover cost of living anymore.
But whose fault is that?
The same people wanting a hike in minimum wage!
If people wouldnā€™t have been completely ignorant and stupid by taking out loans that they knew they wouldnā€™t be able to make the payments for, or even if heaven forbid, people did the research on the kind of loan someone offers you before you take it.
If those things were different, and if the housing market and bankers werenā€™t so greedy, then we would not have this recession, insane amounts of inflation, and that $7.25 people make now to flip burgers and ā€œtake my orderā€ could live pretty close to the rest of society.
No, they wonā€™t drive brand new nice cars, have name brand clothes, and may even have to bargain shop, but guess what?
No one ever said life would be easy, and no one ever said everything would be handed to you.
Yes, I am blind; yes I live on the government right now.
Know what Iā€™m doing about it?
I am educating myself, bettering myself, and creating a portfolio of skills that will appeal to employers so that I can earn my money, pay taxes, and have nice things.
Trust me; the government doesnā€™t pay me much better than minimum wage pays Joe Blow down the street working at Burger King.
You donā€™t hear me screaming for increases to my Social Security check all the time!
People need to step up and learn to take responsibility for their own life, play poker with the cards you are dealt, put your big girl/boy panties on and get on with life!
All I can say is that raising the minimum wage will be negated when companies start raising prices for everything to cover that new extra labor costs, start moving jobs overseas to save on labor costs and millions of Americans are left without jobs, and everyone that called for minimum wage increases will be stuck with their thumb up their ass wondering what in the hell happened!
I mean time will be standing in my own little corner shaking my head and saying ā€œI told you this would happen.ā€
So, donā€™t get me wrong, people who can only do minimum wage jobs deserve to live like the rest of society, but if you make it where the minimum wage people can live like upper middle class for a bit, then the whole shit and shebang will come crashing down on all of us.
I think Iā€™ve finished my rant for todayā€¦.
Remember kids, not everything that shines is gold, sometimes itā€™s just spray painted dog shit!
HAHA
TaTa,
Amanda Ellen

Not how I thought things would be now, when I was 16

Monday, January 21st, 2013

So, I saw this prompt on Twitter and it caught my attention. I want to give this a shot.
Here it is:
ā€œWhen you were 16, what did you think your life would look like? Does it look like that? Is that a good thing?ā€
First of all, when you are a 16 year old girl, your thoughts of the future are very romantic. Not romantic in the lovey dovey sense, but romantic in the true meaning of the word which is to say, you have your ā€œperfect lifeā€ planned out.
I cannot say if the same applies to 16 year old boys since I have no experience there. HAHA
So, when I was 16, wow that seems so long ago.
When I was 16, I thought that right about now I would be married, have a college degree, a few kidsā€¦ and be living happily ever after.
Well, I got part of it right didnā€™t I?
I mean, I will have my bachelors degree this May. Start grad school in the fallā€¦
Iā€™m not married, I donā€™t have some fabulous job, and I certainly donā€™t have any kids as of yetā€¦
But, I tell you I am living somewhat happily ever after in my own little part of the world.
One thing that my 16 year old self never planned on is me typing this entry out while something is talking to me telling me what letter and words Iā€™m inputting into my computer.
My 16 year old self never thought that in 2 years from that point I would be blind.
But you know what, I donā€™t think I so much mind it most of the time.
Sure, there are times when I get frustrated and say ā€œIf I could just see this task would be a hell of a lot easier.ā€ But honestly, I donā€™t think there are many blind people who donā€™t say that from time to timeā€¦
But thanks to going blind, I have my wonderful guide dog Leah and I have my awesome boyfriend Taylorā€¦
I wonā€™t ever strain my eyes with all my reading because all I have to do is listen to read.
Plus, audio books give each book a sense of being a minature movie.
My text books, well, I can use the ā€œFindā€ feature where a sighted person canā€™t use that on their print books.
I mean to say itā€™s not all bad.
So, 16 year old self.. I know you had big dreams and big hopesā€¦
But donā€™t worry, weā€™ll get there, we just have to take a different route.

Well, almost 10 years after turning 16, I have to say that even though things havenā€™t played out like 16 year old me thought they should, Iā€™m pretty damn happy with who I am, how far I have come, and the prospect of things to come!

TaTa,
Amanda Ellen