Update (For Those Who Are Interested)

Where to begin?
Okay. First, two granddaughters were added to my family (one in August and one in December of 2012); then my dad died a week before Christmas in 2013; I lost my house and 90 percent of everything I own because I couldn't pay my lot rent; I bounced between three of my four children until late August of 2016, stayed with my mother for about a month before she told me to get out; and lived in a homeless shelter for three months; got one more granddaughter in November and found out in February that I'm getting another grandson.

In March of 2017 I finally got approved for SSI (after FOUR YEARS of jumping through their hoops). Now, because I have to have a representative payee (because, apparently, I am not capable of handling my finances on my own), I am back living with my oldest daughter, who is my RP. Which sucks.

She was told by SSA that I was to have NO ACCESS to the account and she had to keep receipts because EVERYTHING had to be accounted for, and of there we're any discrepancies she would have to pay for them. As a result, I don't know exactly how much money I actually have. And l feel like I'm begging when I ask her to buy me what I need.

I was told that I only need to have an RP for six months, if I can show that I am capable of managing my money. If my daughter keeps this up, it should be a cinch.

What I'm Doing For Spring Break

A couple of weeks ago, I got a phone call from Ashley, my youngest daughter. She was in a shop called "Vintage", and she wanted to know, if I had a choice, which one of these would I pick?

I told her I appreciated the thought, but I have a thing about drinking anything out of someone's head.

 




So she bought me this poster instead:

 Last summer, Ashley was in San Diego,California. She went there with some friends to pick up a vehicle. I jokingly told her that she should go up to LA, find James Dean's star, and take a picture of it for me. She said they weren't going to be anywhere near LA, and even if they did go, that would be the last thing she'd be thinking of doing. I didn't figure she would, but I had to ask. I had almost completely forgotten about it until one night in early July, she called me.
                  A: Hi, mom. We're on Hollywood Boulevard. We've been looking for James Dean's star but we can't find it. Where is it?
                ME (after I had stopped hyperventilating): It's not on Hollywood Boulevard. It's on Vine Street. 1719 Vine Street.
                 A: Wow. You know the exact address? (Pause) Wait...I forgot this is you. Well, we'll find it and then I'll email you a picture.
              ME: Oh my God! Thank you, thank you, thank you! You are the best kid ever!

I spent the next half hour dancing around the house until she called to tell me to check my email. This is what I got:

She's the only one of my four daughters who has ever gotten me anything that had to do with James Dean. I'm going to visit her during Spring Break, and she told me that she would spend some time before I came
 looking for more places with James Dean memorabilia so we could go shopping. What a kid, huh?