The Money Post

Tweet I was not sure if I would ever write the money post. I've seen it written many times- life sucks, we're poor, the end. It's the same story over here. But I thought maybe we could look at being broke in a different light- a Not Blessed Mama one.

So, you're broke. 

Did you see that new Hello Kitty purse? Doesn't matter, can't afford it. 


Do you want to go out to eat tonight? Doesn't matter, can't afford it.


Do they have that maxi dress in my size? Doesn't matter, can't afford it.


Did you hear about the Netflix price hike? Doesn't matter, can't afford it.


Did you get the new Ikea catalog? Doesn't matter, can't afford it. 


Did you see the new iPhone/Droid/Blackberry? Doesn't matter, can't afford it.


You see! When you don't have any money, life is so much simpler. Gone are the days of wasting your weekend shopping. Now is the time to stay at home, and enjoy your family. I find myself with so much more free time, now that I don't have to think about time-consuming things like vacations and going places. I never need to worry about the kids clothes and shoes being ratty, because I'm not buying any new ones. Another stock market crash? Pshaw! All of us smarties are out of money and security, and don't need to worry ourselves with such nonsense.

So, have you joined me in this new, carefree lifestyle? Let me know in the comments! Maybe we can start a club, and sing music and dance in a high school. Or something.

(Why do I feel depressed all of a sudden?)

The First Official Meeting Of The Not Blessed Mama Haters Club

Tweet I was reading an article in the New York Times the other day about super popular, famous, rich mama bloggers- namely Dooce and The Pioneer Woman. Two things became very clear:
1. These ladies don't give you the whole picture.
and
2. They earn boat loads of money.


I am ready to remedy these things on Not Blessed Mama. 


To address number one, I am willing to give you more transparency into my life. After all, it is my freakin' tagline- keepin' it real. I'm not going to share my monthly cycle with you or anything, but I would like to show you this:

This is my living room, on a bad day. And sadly this isn't even the worst. There are sprinkles on the floor, air beds and couch cushions strewn about, dirty clothes and towels everywhere. We had taken a road trip that day, and well, that doesn't even really matter- it was just a mess. So when I say my house is a mess, you can believe me. This is it. This is me. We're a mess! Don't call CPS!


And to address number two. It seems that with popularity and fame and fortune comes..... haters. Lots and lots of haters. After reading about Dooce and her "Monetize The Hate" section of her site, I did a quick google search. And, WOAH. Up pop not only a million web sites or blogs professing their hate, but whole websites dedicated to slamming on Dooce or  The Pioneer Woman.
Ouch.
So, I guess if I want to be rich and famous and rake in millions of bucks, I need some haters. I did receive a few hate comments on my breastfeeding post, but apparently that wasn't enough. I'm still broke. 
Now, mind you- I only have 71 followers, so let's start the hating out easy, shall we. Maybe you can just tell your friends how much you hate me, or complain to your mom's group. "Did you see Not Blessed Mama's living room? How could someone live in such conditions?" "Not Blessed Mama thinks she's so hilarious, but I only find her moderately amusing." And so on.
When the money starts rolling in, I am definitely not going to forget the little people. Because Not Blessed Mama loves you. 
Thank you.