Originally posted by Igilligan Why not get what I want now.... Let's see, ummhh... the economy has literally collapsed in relationship to my job... My work is affected about a year out on the calendar and there is very little work ahead. So I will not be heading out and buying a new system. I wish I could...
Sorry to hear about your tough times. I once had to sell everything I owned. Started all over with a bag of underwear and work clothes. Wore the same shoes for a couple of years. Finally had to buy a new pair, if you can call shopping second hand new. Dropped to 126 pounds and a 28 inch waist. First meal I had in three months made me almost drunk, eating once a week was the norm after that. I felt pretty lucky when I finally got to eat once a day.
I'm a fat pig now, go figure.
Originally posted by Igilligan But if someone comes on this forum asking about getting a pentax camera... or asking about the AF, I will tell it like it is... if folks think that is complaining, so be it!
Is you opinion the only right one?
Originally posted by Igilligan I come on this forum as a release... a get away from some of the worries that face us every day... To share photos and tips with other folks, not to have people giving priceless advice like my kids are gonna keep growing, and I should just buy new stuff...
Yes, that was pretty heartless of me. At least you still have your camera system, your Internet access, and whatever access you have to a computer.
I have a friend that had triplets right before losing his job. He lost about 60 pounds before he found new work, but his children didn't go hungry. Eggs and rice, I don't think he eats either today.
My parents went though some rough times too, it was beans for lunch and diner, parents eating whatever was left after the kids. My Father smoked at the time and to this day my Mother still gets upset about it. His family smoked as well so would always make sure he had money for cigarettes whether there money to pay the rent, or not.
Even as bad as my parents had it, nothing compares to my Grandmother. My Great Grandfather and Great Grandmother lived on a homestead up in the mountains of SW Colorado. In the winter they took my Grandmother and her two younger siblings into town and left them in a railroad shack. My Grandmother was all of eight. It was her responsibility to get her and the siblings to school everyday. The parents would come into town once a week with food for the next week. She tells how scary it was as the planks of the building didn't overlap and there were always drunks that banged and kicked on the door wanting to get in. It was pretty cold as well. She is now 96 and still driving. Her mind is sharp as a tack with only her hearing holding her back sometimes.
Sorry for rambling on about tough times.
Last edited by poco; 04-02-2009 at 10:08 PM.