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.

Has It Been 5 Years!?

I am so excited to be able to blog again!

Friday Felines

Great! Now I Have A Headache, Too!

I think I am a pretty easy-going person; not much annoys me, but when it does, it really does.Take, for example, the Aleve commercials. They start out with an ordinary person going through an ordinary day, except that the day includes arthritis pain. I get that if you have pain, you're going to want something to take it away or at least make it a little more bearable.

So these commercials have the ordinary person starting their day, discovering that they have the pain, and taking up to 6 pills (read: Tylenol) to relieve said pain. I have no problem with that; I do it myself. What I do have a problem with is the slurpy noise being made when the pills are taken and washed down with coffee, water, or what-have-you. Do I really need sound effects here? Seriously, I doubt that everyone slurps like that when they drink something! And even if they do, I don't need to hear it.

I Think I Just Coined A New Word

I seriously need to find better things to do with my time. I just spent the last twenty minutes looking up bands from Canada--or, as I like to call them, "Banadas"--on Wikipedia. The list is long...there are 1,232 of them (give or take). God knows how many others there are that Wikipedia doesn't know about.

Of these 1,232 "Banadas", I am familiar with 32 of them. Of those 32, 8 of them are on my media player: Bachman-Turner Overdrive, Default, Finger Eleven, Nickelback, Simple Plan, State of Shock, Theory of a Deadman, and Three Days Grace. This is what I do all day. I seriously need to find better things to do with my time. Or maybe get a job as a statistician...

Friday Felines

Crash and Burn Before Takeoff

I shouldn't have expressed so much excitement at the prospect of going to visit the town  where James Dean is buried. Literally minutes after I posted about going to Indiana this week and taking a road trip from where I would be staying to where James Dean is buried, I got a text from my daughter's friend saying that she was in way too much pain from her surgery to tolerate guests even if they were there to help out, and could we reschedule for maybe next week? Well, I could, but my daughter can't. So. The trip has been canceled. That is my life in a blog post. One minute I'm all worked up about something, and the next fate picks me up by the collar and throws me into a brick wall. Little does life know that I bought a hammer and chisel....