Move to the Philippines Fund: $0 of $6000

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Wow it has been a while since I have been here and updated everyone and for that I am sorry. But things have been quite hectic with moving, trying to get settled in, and helping my mother to move as she was also approved for public housing and she ends up in the same complex as I did. Joy joy joy … yes that was sarcasm for those who can’t pick it out of my speech … those who know me, know that my mother is a thorn in my side and her and I have rarely ever gotten along and I don’t see it changing anytime soon.

My new place is nice, on the inside; it’s a townhouse with two bedrooms and a bathroom on the second floor, a kitchen, living room, laundry room, and under stair closet on the first floor. Had a pronounced gas leak that could be smelled, but it was nearly invisible to pick up, although after four trips back to my place the maintenance man was able to fix the problem by changing out the hose to the back of the stove. Although there is a huge problem with illegal drugs, usage and sales out in the parking lot at all hours of the day or night. It’s bad enough that I can’t let Stormy outside alone, he can’t even enjoy the huge play area.

Of course the head resident who is also security for the Housing Authority said that she can’t do anything about it unless someone reports to her the apartment number, the make, model, and color of vehicle, the license plate number and the date and time, to her. Excuse me?? The Housing Authority has a policy that there are to be no illegal drug activity of any kind … then why the hell do they not want to come do their job? I am not being paid to be their whistle blower. I might check into who to contact that is higher then them and report the things that they allow to go on even though residents have complained.

We won’t even get into the idiots who park in my assigned space … this is another big rule breaker for the Housing Authority, but if they don’t care about the drugs, then why would they care about people not respecting spaces? Heh … we won’t even begin to get into the base thumping at three and four in the morning although there is an ordinance aimed at reducing the noise at night between certain hours, and do not get me started on the number of crumb snatchers running around, hell they come out of the woodwork worse then the roaches in my mother’s new Housing Authority Townhouse.

Speaking of my mother … she is back to using me once more, how I hate it but in the end there isn’t much that I can do since she was the one who helped to keep Stormy and I in an apartment with the rent paid, the bills paid, and food when there wasn’t enough right before Food Stamps came back out. In anticipation of Stormy and I moving to the Philippines in October, I sent all my furniture, die cast cars, and collector plates to the auction, everything sold and brought in $609 dollars and some odd change. But just as it came in, and I was going to use it to pay my bills and get them current, my mother got notified that she was approved for public housing.

As you guessed, she needed it to move in and pay her security deposit and first month rent; she wasn’t lucky to get zero rent like I did since she brings in about $1200 a month from SSI and SSA and one other that I don’t recall what it is for. But there goes the money I was going to add to my $100 that I already had saved. Not to mention when I moved I had to get a storage shed to store some things that I will put into a flea market for sale, and mom had promised to pay that for me, but … yup you guessed it again … she didn’t have the money and that meant that I had to use the $100 I had saved. So now I am back to a zero balance in my savings for the trip to the Philippines. :sigh:

Then again I can’t even seem to talk to my mother about Rams or the Philippines anymore, as I don’t think that she really cares. Anytime I say something or I try to talk to her about flight deals, etc, she just comes up with a “oh ok’ attitude, or she changes the subject to one of her many “favorites” in the family … and let me tell you, that isn’t Stormy or myself. Oh well her loss, for she will be the one missing out on a wonderful son in law, and family once we are gone. Of course my sister only cares if there is something in it for her gain, and since there isn’t she really doesn’t care, not like I expected and less out of her. She had always been that way and I don’t see it changing any more then I see my mother changing … hell both have been like that for nearly 31 years now (yup soon I will be 31) and when it comes to those two, you can’t teach an old dog new tricks.

Come hell or high water we will be on a plane heading to the Philippines on October 6th. I don’t know how or where I will get the money, but I am determined and my husband has taught me to have faith. This brings me to my application for disability; as most know I have arthritis in my lower back in two places and it is slowly crippling me, and I was originally denied when I filed back in October of 2009. I ended up getting a lawyer and having them take over for an appeal and there is a trial pending … but it won’t come around for another year and a half. It was suggested that I file another application and try again, but talking with Social Security about it, they told me that it would do more harm then good to start a new application, not to mention there is still a 99.9% chance of being denied.

wtf? Seriously … I know people who aren’t even disabled who have been approved for SSI disability, somehow they were able to cheat the system and get it when not needed, much like the idiots who are abusing the welfare system. Yet in the end, someone like me, who really needs it, can’t get it. Can someone explain to me why it is that way? I mean seriously folks … it’s not fair and I don’t understand the rhyme or reason behind it all.

It seems that the only good thing that I have going for me is the fact that I am still excelling in my online classes. So far eight classed done and over with, all of them completed with a 90% or better. If you want to be technical that is five classes with an A, and three classes with an A- not to mention a GPA of 3.88. So yeah, that is all positive. Hopefully I can keep that trend going until the end of my classes and I get my AAIT (Associate of Arts in Information Technology) degree; which will be in April or May of 2010.

As always Rams is the most wonderful husband of all time, there is not a day that I don’t fall deeper in love with him. He just moved to a new house too, this one better for him, our brother, and our Net Café business; at least it’s not all electric (which is more quite expensive for him) and he is able to get the internet to his computers (unlike where he was before). Hopefully this little business will take off as we envision that it will, for that will be helpful for when Stormy and I move there and add the burden of trying to care for a wife and child on his work salary. Although as I keep telling him … yet he doesn’t listen much … that Stormy and I don’t need a big house, we don’t need fancy things, and materialistic things to keep us happy. All we need is love and family to keep us happy, but my sweetheart is determined and as his wife, I will gladly support him 110% on anything and everything he decides or wants to do.

Other then the problems that come with dealing with my uncaring family, the only excitement in the lives of Stormy and I, is dodging the many tornadoes that seem to love Springfield and the surrounding area. Other then the two that I had mentioned before there has been some pretty wild weather move through the area, mostly north, east, south, and west of Springfield. It seems that we are in for a very strange Spring … okay Summer since that is about to start in a few days; although if we let one of those twisters pick us up, maybe it will blow us across the ocean to the Philippines. Talk about a free yet wild ride.

Anyways, that is where I have been lately and what has been going on in my life. I had so many messages, polls, journals, and deviations to look at, that I deleted them. I’m sorry but I couldn’t get to them all, and to be honest, I’m a lazy bitch that didn’t want to sort through them out. Just as I know that my subscription to DeviantArt runs out in a month or less, and I can’t afford to renew it and I refuse to beg for someone to buy me one as others do. That is just unclassy, bratty and out and out wrong in my opinion. So with that said, I will soon be a normal user again and life will have to go on, I promise that I will not die if my subby ends and I can’t get a new one, it’s not the end of world, this I promise.

Oh yeah … for those who care you can find me hanging around:

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Although I am on FB the most, hooked on the apps that can be found and played there.


Ps. To Jack: (you know who you are) I am sorry for not getting back to you sooner on your email. I promise that I am not avoiding you and that I haven't been ignoring you or what we last talked about. I will be working on that next. Please forgive me hun.

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