Comments by "Kimberly C" (@kimberlyc84) on "So if you live in a car or are poor you can't have anything nice, really ?🤔" video.

  1. Furthermore...🤦‍♀️ My mom has nails just like L.A.V.A.Lindy. I remember envying her nails when we'd have 'polishing parties' on Saturday nights in preparation for church and the week ahead. Mom (& Sally Hansen😆) taught me how to thin out goopy polish, how to take a Q-tip & dab a little remover to get polish off the cuticle, how to Vaseline down then wrap my hands in sandwich bags and then put gloves on to deep moisturize. We created our own sugar scrubs... you know, the kind that they charge an arm & a leg for now🙄 We layered shimmery plums over hot pink to create hues that no one else had then put a light coat of clear shimmer.. I learned to grow out my own and had many girls ask me how I grew them out and how to file them. My prom and wedding pictures were gorgeous. Then about 3 yrs later, one of my friends asked me to be in her wedding. She sent all of us to a nail salon. I told her I didn't prefer false nails but I had never had them done. So everybody went to this place that they had all gone to frequently. The very first time it was done, my skin itched, I had to remove them immediately after the service, and my nail bed was so torn down from whatever adhesive they used, it took me about 4 months in using a series of my own mixture of mint, coco butter, vitamin e oil & olive oil (I still make & carry a little container in my purse. It's going on 37 yrs now.) All it took was that one time to ruin my nail bed to never succumb to that again (and please save any "you didn't get a professional" "the person was inexperienced" "they used cheap materials" blahblahblah for someone who cares.) Those of us who can grow them out and care for our own nails don't need to convince anyone. Lindy and others of our generation remember when nail salons were more for the well to do and fancy. We pride ourselves in 'doing our own' and remember when we'd never have thought of having some random stranger masked up touching, poking, clipping & snipping then deciding how THEY want our nails to be filed. ~Just facts of my life.
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  2. Wow! I am an enrollment Clerk at my elementary school. This is my 20th year. I have always been a thrift store shopper. And when I started 20 years ago, the cap for my position was $22k. (That's about $10/hr) I have been told by co-workers that apparently I am being paid too much. Apparently, because I don't LOOK like I make $22k, I'm not supposed to dress well🤦‍♀️ My hair is done at the beauty college, my nails are on pointe thanks to $tree & Sally Hansen. We are paid monthly. My mother was a banker for 30 years. She was paid monthly. She started me with my own savings account when I was five. I learned to add and subtract using an abacus. Everything I have ever purchased has very rarely been new. At 6, I learned what layaway was and I bought myself a black and white 9 inch television set from TSS stores. This ended the Saturday morning battle over Soul Train and different cartoons between my brother and myself. That TV lasted me until I got married in '91. As I grew older, my first choice for shopping has been the thrift store. At 18, I was gifted with absolutely beautiful business suits from the DIL of the man who I worked my part-time job through to college. He owned the highest grossing Cadillac dealership on Long Island. I was hired in the service department and stayed there four years through high school then Technical college. A year after my first full time job WHAM! I was laid off, we were evicted, we moved into a room in the in laws' house and I took temp work. 4 months after our first born, we relocated from New York to Georgia. Two more children, LOTTTS of bills, NO budget, & 21 years in, I divorced. I had gotten a job in the school system when our youngest was 5. I took the children, one dresser each, the deep freezer, and the dryer. I was turned down for three rentals because the credit was shot. The fourth rental said yes. That same year, the school system furloughed us, I was diagnosed with bc, the car was voluntarily repoed, and the house was allowed to go into foreclosure instead of trying to be sold as outlined in the decree. I filed for bankruptcy to get out from underneath the financial obligation of the home that I had left. I had agreed that everything be sold for and all the contents would belong to my former spouse. The foreclosure was out of spite. That little rental that we found took half of my monthly paycheck, was ant infested, flooded in the crawlspace w every downpour & moldy, but as long as the ceiling didn't leak, code enforcement said there was nothing that could be done. My church members donated everything that they did not want. The ladies group pitched in $10 a piece and brought me a new washing machine though. I liked to call it rustic eclectic! But some of those things were absolutely beautiful. I was gifted a three-piece Ashley furniture set, a beautiful pine kitchen table, a nice little curio (about $10) for some beautiful pieces of Mikasa crystal that I had found in the thrift store, and bed frames for the mattresses that were donated to us. All the mattresses were still wrapped in plastic. I utilized food pantries for 3 years. When I applied for food stamps, I was told that I made $12 too much. When I asked if it was $12 a month, I was told no...$12 a YEAR!😮 My landlord kept trying to have me give him cash. I scraped up enough money to get at least half a month ahead and then I would get a money order before my paycheck would come. Between fighting him to actually give me a lease with terms that were not month to month and fighting for what came to about 50 cents a day in CS for the children, it was a horrible cycle. I'd always brown bagged my lunch, but I started brown to bag my breakfast, my tea, my snacks, my salad for lunch, pretty much everything. I was able to qualify for an older model Toyota right before my bankruptcy. It wasn't fancy, it had a good reputation, and it had room to haul around my kids and pick them up after school. I bartered a lot of services to have them participate in activities. I was one of only three people who knew how to sew a proper hem for the 240 member marching band, I have kept my notary up-to-date for the state since I moved here in 94. So when it was needed that paperwork had to be notarized for the band to take a trip, yours truly was utilized. I didn't charge the standard $4 per notarial duty but I received over $300 in Visa gift cards which went right to my utility bills. One thing I did not leave when I left my former spouse was my scarves and my business suits. Every day, at my school, I came in dressed like an administrative assistant. Regardless of the fact that I was not. If I needed a new blouse or a skirt didn't fit quite right anymore because of my surgeries, I would reach out to some of my church members and see if any of them had any clothes that they no longer wanted. I had co-workers that would tell me how they were getting at least $600 for one child in child support and how I should have gotten a better attorney. Way to encourage😕 I had people tell me that I should just stop paying the rent until the landlord fixes whatever needed to be fixed... Well that would be great because all he'd have to do is evict me then fix it. Not every state has laws that make sense. People really should know the county ordinances in the town that they're talking about before they start spewing information. I might be able to get on the people's court, but I would be homeless. I went home, and when the heat was out, we would plug in our little space heater or electric blankets. I would call up the gas company and let them know that the gas was out because the landlord had not fixed the furnace so they would credit me for the days that I did not have gas. When a water pipe burst, I called up the water company and let them know. I turned off the main valve to the house and I packed up the children and we went up to the local YMCA for them to take showers and get ready for school. Oftentimes, we would have many potato dishes from the free potatoes that I could get from the huge bin in front of the food pantry. As long as you brought your own bag, you could pick out what you wanted and sometimes there were lemons and onions as well. Most times after my rent, light, gas, and $40 cell phone, I had $150 at the end of the month (about$37+/- a week). This had to last for the next 4 weeks to cover gas to and from work. A volunteer at my school graciously donated one of the huge box televisions and I found a converter box in a thrift store somewhere. The volunteer also gave us a DVD player and about five seasons of Murder She Wrote on DVD. My oldest enlisted to take off some of the stress. Every day when I went home, I would take off my work clothes and hang them up, sometimes I would spray them with freshener. We didn't qualify for the low-cost internet so many times I had to drop by the library for the children to complete their homework assignments. They would be there sometimes until it closed. I volunteered while they did their work. When we would get home, if the heat was out, we would get into our pajamas very quickly, choose our clothes for the next day, pack lunches, put everything in the refrigerator, make sure everything was ready to go the next day by the door, and then we'd all get under our electric blankets and settle in for the night. I would boil a pot of water on the stove for them to take wash ups in the morning. No one at my job even thought we were without heat, hadn't gone to a grocery store in three years, or that ALLL my clothes come from a thrift gift or hand me ups. My mom used to always say that just because you don't have doesn't mean that you have to look like you don't have. This is not to be confused with trying to keep up with the Joneses. There is absolutely nothing wrong with having something decent that can bring a little Joy to the face. It is absolutely preposterous to think that just because someone is either forced to live in a car or chooses to, or has meager means living in sticks and bricks that they shouldn't have something that is clean, nice, or even in my case as with my Mikasa crystal that is just beautiful. Before the chemo took my hair out, I would scrape together my $10 and go to the beauty college to get my hair done. The students in there did nails for $5. Many of them had already learned their technique they just needed a certification so that they could incorporate. My sister-in-law used to have the most fabulous nail art, people thought she would go to the salon. She didn't tell them anything. She would give the student the money that she would have given to the professional. My niece learn to do her own nails just as the friend in the other video you had. It's like you have to look like Eddie Murphy when he was in Trading Places or you're not legitimately homeless. Now, if it is somebody who is refusing to get work, who always is asking for money instead of food, if the person is walking around sporting Mr T chains, and is living in his Lamborghini because his Maserati is in the shop, I have a little bit of a problem. But if it is somebody who chooses to keep a wedding band or a sentimental piece from a deceased spouse or friend and the family pet is the only source of companionship and protection, I don't see a problem with having a few nice things. That's my two cents about that... And, as always, I would have more, but I haven't turned in my cans for the deposit yet 😎 ~as always, you have given a very insightful video. Let us all keep in mind, there will always be naysayers. It will never be my job to convince a fool of their folly. Some people are just going to believe that things are not real. No matter what. There are some people that do not believe that are exists..... I just find it ironic that those people actually use air to spew the nonsense that they do. ~Safe travels and safer stays to all
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