<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-275519185916307663</id><updated>2024-09-08T08:27:43.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in General</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalclemens.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/275519185916307663/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalclemens.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09285876631251467860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-275519185916307663.post-956269928850122607</id><published>2012-10-07T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-07T09:42:57.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Man&#39;s Junk</title><content type='html'>Is Another Man&#39;s Treasure.&amp;nbsp; I found a trove of treasure yesterday.&amp;nbsp; It definitely would be considered trash by another&#39;s standards.&amp;nbsp; But to me, it was treasure.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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My mother-in-law died April 30, 2012.&amp;nbsp; My husband, the youngest of four children, was the executor of her estate.&amp;nbsp; You really wouldn&#39;t call it an estate.&amp;nbsp; She&#39;d been living in an Nursing Home for the last 4 years, so all of her belongings has just been sitting and collecting dust in her house.&amp;nbsp; We always hoped she&#39;d be able to move back home.&amp;nbsp; It just didn&#39;t work out that way.&amp;nbsp; A series of emotional setbacks sort of drained her.&amp;nbsp; The death of her favorite son 3 years ago was devastating, and the following year her only daughter died unexpectedly.&amp;nbsp; That too was a blow that was hard for MIL to bounce back from.&lt;br /&gt;
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So yesterday, I went with my husband and sorted through her things.&amp;nbsp; Her house has been sold, and the new owners are renovating it.&amp;nbsp; This was a home that had been owned by the family since the early50&#39;s. Lots of joy, sorrow, love, tears, and memories are still associated with the belongings that once lived in that old house.&lt;br /&gt;
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My mother-in-law was a very special lady.&amp;nbsp; She grew up in the depression with a house full of brothers and sisters.&amp;nbsp; Only 1 more sister left of that entire household now.&amp;nbsp; She kept everything.&amp;nbsp; Christmas cards were neatly pasted into scrapbooks beginning in the late 50&#39;s.&amp;nbsp; Way before scrap booking had even been heard of.&amp;nbsp; She kept tiny arm cast when one of her children broke his arm. She kept favorite toys of each child, created beautiful baby books, and decorated for every holiday.&amp;nbsp; She loved stuffed animals, and glittery things.&amp;nbsp; She was remarkable in that she truly kept a sense of how it was to been a young teen.&amp;nbsp; She was able to talk to her grandchildren and greatgrandchildren as though she understood exactly what they were feeling.&amp;nbsp; She kept important (to her) newspapers, and recipes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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So my husband and I brought home many totes full of treasures.&amp;nbsp; Not worth anything to anyone else.&amp;nbsp; But definitely treasures to us.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalclemens.blogspot.com/feeds/956269928850122607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalclemens.blogspot.com/2012/10/one-mans-junk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/275519185916307663/posts/default/956269928850122607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/275519185916307663/posts/default/956269928850122607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalclemens.blogspot.com/2012/10/one-mans-junk.html' title='One Man&#39;s Junk'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09285876631251467860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-275519185916307663.post-7807077220950650306</id><published>2012-10-05T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-05T11:38:01.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Punishing the Single Mom</title><content type='html'>I tried to give my children the tools to become successful adults.&amp;nbsp; I have come to realize that my definition of &quot;successful&quot; has changed dramatically in the last few years.&amp;nbsp; I have many many things I want to say, but today I will focus on how a Single Mom is Punished.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here&#39;s my story:&amp;nbsp; My daughter - Anne - is a beautiful young woman.&amp;nbsp; She has an awesome sense of humor, is intelligent and is able to roll with the punches when life is hard.&amp;nbsp; Three years ago she&#39;d graduated from High School and was working at a local department store.&amp;nbsp; She met a young man and they hit it off.&amp;nbsp; That Summer they were inseparable, and had begun to talk about a lifetime together.&amp;nbsp; I was so happy and excited for her.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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In August she broke the news that she was pregnant.&amp;nbsp; Although I was not too happy, I thought everything would be great since she and her boyfriend were talking about marriage.&amp;nbsp; HA!&amp;nbsp; Was I wrong!&amp;nbsp; Within a week of breaking the news to us, she broke off her relationship with Andy.&amp;nbsp; In my opinion she was scared, and convinced herself that marriage was the worst idea ever.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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So, there we were with a pregnant teenage daughter.&lt;br /&gt;
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Skip forward 3 years to today.&amp;nbsp; She receives $99 of child support from Andy for their child.&amp;nbsp; She works part time at a Children&#39;s Museum and she and her child live with my husband and I.&amp;nbsp; Each time she tries to get ahead either by getting a raise or a better paying job, the DHHS cuts her benefits.&amp;nbsp; Right now she has daycare for her child, and her child receives health insurance.&amp;nbsp; But if she makes $1 more, her daycare will be cut.&amp;nbsp; That&#39;s $500 a month.&amp;nbsp; She desperately wants to get a better job with benefits, but she can&#39;t afford to pay the cost of daycare.&amp;nbsp; Until her child goes to school, she basically is stuck making exactly what she is right this minute.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I know there are people out there who do not want to get off welfare.&amp;nbsp; But for those people that are trying to do the right thing, I just wish they could get a little bit of help to get off the system and still be able to afford to live.&amp;nbsp; She can&#39;t afford an apartment on her own, she gets no food stamps, and she has not health insurance for herself.&amp;nbsp; The system is royally broken when someone who is doing everything right to try and not be a burden on society gets punished instead. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthalclemens.blogspot.com/feeds/7807077220950650306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalclemens.blogspot.com/2012/10/punishing-single-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/275519185916307663/posts/default/7807077220950650306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/275519185916307663/posts/default/7807077220950650306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthalclemens.blogspot.com/2012/10/punishing-single-mom.html' title='Punishing the Single Mom'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09285876631251467860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>