Help me be a homemaker! !
Hey yall!! Thanks for stopping by to read my story. My name is Meagan Dodgen and I am 30 years old. I'm happily married to a great guy. My dream is to be a home maker. I'd love nothing more than to cook delicious meals 7 nights a week, keep the house spotless, work in my flower gardens, do crafts, and spend time with my husband and dogs. There's a problem though. I want my own spending money but I just don't want to work a job to earn it.
The main problem is most days is don't care to put on a real bra. I don't mind a sports bra, but they are not exactly something you can wear to the workplace, unless you work in a gym and I'm a fatty who's never been in one, much less ever tried to get a job in one. Although, if they paid me to sit out front in dirty clothes eating sprinkled donuts, hot cheetos, and vanilla coke as a motivation for others to get in shape, I would be all over that shit.
I also don't care to go to a meaningless job serving the ungrateful public and being forced to spend time with ignorant coworkers who have shitty home lives and take it out on every one else. Sure I could get a better job but that would require dressing nicer which is out of the question. I hate dressing in anything other than jeans/jorts, t shirts, and crocs or flip flops. Then there's that damn bra thing again.
I'm a little old fashioned in my marriage values in the belief that a woman's place is in the home taking care of her husband (or wife if that's your thing). I love my husband so very much, and I want to keep this house spotless but if I have to work, picking up after his fat ass when I get home is just the last thing on my agenda. I just want to stuff those dirty socks and underwear that never make it into the hamper in his mouth while he sleeps. Hey, he can still breathe through his nose. I also want to put vegetables in his mouth while he sleeps because he refuses to eat them and I'm tired of corn, potatoes, and rice.
My next favorite thing to do is spend time in the yard. I love to let the dogs out to play while I work in my garden. I currently have a 4'x28' bed of cannas and elephant ears. I also have a 2'x18' bed of gladiolus, several beds of irises, daffodils, a couple azaleas, one lone potted hosta, and I'm rooting some hydrangea cuttings from my grandmother's plant. This all sounds like a lot but my yard is still quite naked because it is an expensive hobby and I just don't want to work!! I'm impatient and have big plans for our yard but no income, so help a sista out!
I mentioned crafting way back in the beginning, too. I've began collecting supplies to make wind chimes out of old kitchen items. I have colanders, old pot lids, cake pans, and flatware. I still need glass beads and some other supplies that are a little costly. I love to cross stitch too but that's my winter hobby.
Now to those dogs!
Our newest edition is Porkchop, a shepherd mix. He's the fluffier little mutt with the best demeanor I've ever met!! I'd really like to get him certified as a therapy dog so we can visit nursing homes, hospitals, and schools but a job would get in the way of all that. He also gives the most adorable high 5s for treats!!
Next is Tippy, our "Carolina Shepherd." She would be excellent at agility and dock diving but working would interfere with training and traveling to events. Plus the materials to build a course and repair our dock are costly.
Then there's Rascal. His name fits him through and through. He is always doing something mischievous. One time I was pooping and I thought he was gonna come lay in the bathtub like he always does when I'm in there taking care of business. He likes to use Jedi mind tricks to turn the water on and drink from the faucet. Well not this time. That bastard grabbed the roll of toilet paper and took off running. Of course Kevin was asleep so I had to duck walk across the house to get another roll. He's also pretty dumb. He ate wood blocks and straps of leather that caused a trip to the vet. But underneath all that he's pretty special to us. My husband has PTSD and although the Rascal isn't not officially trained, he is Kevin's therapy dog. If Kevin is having a bad day, Rascal is Content to just sit with him and cuddle. If Kevin is having intrusive thoughts, Rascal climbs I to his lap and demands attention in various ways that pulls Kevin out of the funk.
Lastly, there's Tootles. She's my stinky old dog. She's a trash whore but I love her. There's more to why she's so important but I'll spare you all the details since this is getting lengthy.
Our house also needs some repairs like the foundation being leveled, new floors all the way down to the sub flooring replacement, and some other things I'm forgetting. I'd also like to paint the entire interior of the house as the print on the walls is kinda outdated. I would also loooooove new carpet! The joists and top boards on our dock need to be replaced as well.
Truth of the matter is that I'm perfectly capable of getting a job and earning money to pay for this stuff, I would just prefer to be a house wife and I don't see any producers around here casting for the real housewives of Cross Hill. I don't want to work and why should I? All these other people seem to think that asking for money for taxes, glass blowing classes, and money to move to Washington state to be a hobo pan handling for weed money is ok, so why can't I ask for yall to pay me a nice salary to just do what my heart desires? I figured there would at least be some people out there who appreciated my honesty about not wanting to work enough to give me some money.
I also realize that $100k is a lot of money, but after the fees from this site and taxes, I'll be lucky to get $45,000 and that's a decent salary that I'd like you all to pay. Plus a few lucky donators will receive a hand cut, and delivered bouquet of flowers from my garden and I will take you on a picnic with these fucking delicious turkey sandwiches I make, doritos, and lemonade. Well I will get lemonade and you will get tap water in a mountain dew bottle. What flavor doritos you might ask? Donate and you could find out.
Thanks for reading and every donation is appreciated!
The main problem is most days is don't care to put on a real bra. I don't mind a sports bra, but they are not exactly something you can wear to the workplace, unless you work in a gym and I'm a fatty who's never been in one, much less ever tried to get a job in one. Although, if they paid me to sit out front in dirty clothes eating sprinkled donuts, hot cheetos, and vanilla coke as a motivation for others to get in shape, I would be all over that shit.
I also don't care to go to a meaningless job serving the ungrateful public and being forced to spend time with ignorant coworkers who have shitty home lives and take it out on every one else. Sure I could get a better job but that would require dressing nicer which is out of the question. I hate dressing in anything other than jeans/jorts, t shirts, and crocs or flip flops. Then there's that damn bra thing again.
I'm a little old fashioned in my marriage values in the belief that a woman's place is in the home taking care of her husband (or wife if that's your thing). I love my husband so very much, and I want to keep this house spotless but if I have to work, picking up after his fat ass when I get home is just the last thing on my agenda. I just want to stuff those dirty socks and underwear that never make it into the hamper in his mouth while he sleeps. Hey, he can still breathe through his nose. I also want to put vegetables in his mouth while he sleeps because he refuses to eat them and I'm tired of corn, potatoes, and rice.
My next favorite thing to do is spend time in the yard. I love to let the dogs out to play while I work in my garden. I currently have a 4'x28' bed of cannas and elephant ears. I also have a 2'x18' bed of gladiolus, several beds of irises, daffodils, a couple azaleas, one lone potted hosta, and I'm rooting some hydrangea cuttings from my grandmother's plant. This all sounds like a lot but my yard is still quite naked because it is an expensive hobby and I just don't want to work!! I'm impatient and have big plans for our yard but no income, so help a sista out!
I mentioned crafting way back in the beginning, too. I've began collecting supplies to make wind chimes out of old kitchen items. I have colanders, old pot lids, cake pans, and flatware. I still need glass beads and some other supplies that are a little costly. I love to cross stitch too but that's my winter hobby.
Now to those dogs!
Our newest edition is Porkchop, a shepherd mix. He's the fluffier little mutt with the best demeanor I've ever met!! I'd really like to get him certified as a therapy dog so we can visit nursing homes, hospitals, and schools but a job would get in the way of all that. He also gives the most adorable high 5s for treats!!
Next is Tippy, our "Carolina Shepherd." She would be excellent at agility and dock diving but working would interfere with training and traveling to events. Plus the materials to build a course and repair our dock are costly.
Then there's Rascal. His name fits him through and through. He is always doing something mischievous. One time I was pooping and I thought he was gonna come lay in the bathtub like he always does when I'm in there taking care of business. He likes to use Jedi mind tricks to turn the water on and drink from the faucet. Well not this time. That bastard grabbed the roll of toilet paper and took off running. Of course Kevin was asleep so I had to duck walk across the house to get another roll. He's also pretty dumb. He ate wood blocks and straps of leather that caused a trip to the vet. But underneath all that he's pretty special to us. My husband has PTSD and although the Rascal isn't not officially trained, he is Kevin's therapy dog. If Kevin is having a bad day, Rascal is Content to just sit with him and cuddle. If Kevin is having intrusive thoughts, Rascal climbs I to his lap and demands attention in various ways that pulls Kevin out of the funk.
Lastly, there's Tootles. She's my stinky old dog. She's a trash whore but I love her. There's more to why she's so important but I'll spare you all the details since this is getting lengthy.
Our house also needs some repairs like the foundation being leveled, new floors all the way down to the sub flooring replacement, and some other things I'm forgetting. I'd also like to paint the entire interior of the house as the print on the walls is kinda outdated. I would also loooooove new carpet! The joists and top boards on our dock need to be replaced as well.
Truth of the matter is that I'm perfectly capable of getting a job and earning money to pay for this stuff, I would just prefer to be a house wife and I don't see any producers around here casting for the real housewives of Cross Hill. I don't want to work and why should I? All these other people seem to think that asking for money for taxes, glass blowing classes, and money to move to Washington state to be a hobo pan handling for weed money is ok, so why can't I ask for yall to pay me a nice salary to just do what my heart desires? I figured there would at least be some people out there who appreciated my honesty about not wanting to work enough to give me some money.
I also realize that $100k is a lot of money, but after the fees from this site and taxes, I'll be lucky to get $45,000 and that's a decent salary that I'd like you all to pay. Plus a few lucky donators will receive a hand cut, and delivered bouquet of flowers from my garden and I will take you on a picnic with these fucking delicious turkey sandwiches I make, doritos, and lemonade. Well I will get lemonade and you will get tap water in a mountain dew bottle. What flavor doritos you might ask? Donate and you could find out.
Thanks for reading and every donation is appreciated!
Organizer
Meagan Coleman Dodgen
Organizer
Cross Hill, SC