Old Grandma

I got my camera back today. I left it in Boston, lost in confusion. It takes me a long time to recover from the road trip. I also took a short trip to see my new guy friend the other day. I ended up driving back in a snowstorm. That takes recovery too. I had sore neck and shoulder muscles from being tensed up while freaking out when I could not tell where the road was. Even on nice days it takes me awhile to adjust to my new situation as part of a new “couple”. The last few days I have been worrying, wondering, planning on how I am going to get through this cold snap. I found out today that another snow storm is coming. It depresses me. The only place I have driven in the past two days are the short ride to the post office. I have to go buy dog food tomorrow, before the storm hits. My son only has one more day of school this week.
I have not been blogging, or keeping up with my Meetup organizer duties. I really can only handle a few things. I got a phone call about a church wanting to help me and my son for the “Holidays”. I did not call back. It deeply bothers me both that I need help, and that being as I do not believe in “church” that I should accept their pity. There are many far worse off than me. I don’t like to think of myself as needy. I do admit I need help, but not with food and gifts. I could use some free service to my furnace. I will stop now with this subject, it boggles my mind too much.
In good positive news, my granddaughter is deemed healthy by her pediatrician. I am also feeling pretty good finding my new “friend” on Plenty of Fish. So far my stroke deficits don’t seem to be a problem for him. He helps me to and from the car and always has nice things to say. I have never in my 50 years had so much “positive” attention from a man. It is still only been a few weeks, and I am still cautious as to when the newness wears off and I will see the “real” him. It really makes me realize I had the worst of the worst in my previous relationships.

She has arrived 11/15/13

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The future Queen of wherever she ends up living….by the looks of the bad weather maybe a more hospitable planet.
Her name is Luella Grey, Grey being derived from XMen’s Jean Grey. I am sure she will be a spitfire. The short time I got to spend with her she was dreaming, moving her mouth and twitching her face. While laying on her mother she extended her middle finger. I have a picture of that, but I left my camera at my daughters.
As a new Grandma I am still recovering after the road trip and all the new input. My brain can only handle certain doses. My body also had a bit too much walking and let me know with every muscle and bone hurting this morning. Yesterday it felt like I had blisters on the bottom of my feet.
I hope to be in better shape for next months visit.

Election Day Tomorrow!

I have to go vote, or I have the right to vote! I just hope I only need my voter registration card. I have misplaced my drivers license. Of course that does not stop me from driving. I like living dangerously. I went to the book club tonight and tomorrow I am meeting another guy from Plenty of Fish. I changed my profile again. I have not told him I had a stroke yet, or that I walk or talk funny. I figured I want to get a read on his reaction. Last time the guy was nice about my stroke, but he had other issues with me. Ha ha, like any guy should be crazy to not want to go out with me. I have my secret weapon this time. I bought a little of the perfume I used to wear all the time. MOST people complimented me on it, both men and women. Mostly married men, but I was not interested in them anyhow. I was still with my son’s father. My Mother and older Son hated it, it made them sick. Just about any perfume makes my Mother sick, so her opinion will not count in this matter. So that will take up most of my day. Election, eyebrow waxing and meeting someone new.

Countdown to Grandbaby Girl

35w5d poutingOnly days away now, due in about 18. I have to sell as much as I can to insure I have gas and toll money to go see her. I want to find out her name as well. Her parents are not telling, so I have been calling her Beezlebop. My daughter has been calling her Chitterbug. My son says he is going to continue calling her Chitterbug after he knows her real name. He is excited to be called Uncle Damin. That is saying a lot for a kid that only gets excited about video games.

Children Will Have Healthcare But Go Hungry

IMG_7189 I spend too much of my monthly disability check on my car. Besides the regular payments and insurance, I got new brakes and rotors so far this year. Then there is the maintenance that gets done on occasion. I recently was automatically added to Medicare for health insurance, because I have been on Social Security Disability for two years. I also spent time applying to get help in making my health insurance payments. I spent many hours preparing to apply for food stamps last month. I was given $14 a month for food stamps….keep in mind this is for two people, me and a growing teenage son.  Yippee, if I shopped carefully we could eat pasta for a few days and maybe have enough left over for a half gallon of milk or a dozen eggs. What about the other 25 days if the month? Who cares, not the fucking republicans. They let a law expire that provided more money for food stamps. At least that was what I was informed as I called the number on the back of my card to see if I received anything this month (I did not, yet). Before you get your hackles in a dander, as some of my own family even does when I try to talk about it, think really hard about who you want to see starve. Yes even LAZY bums deserve to eat. LAZY people that work most of their life and get laid off, or never get a raise or too little a raise to keep up with inflation. Parents that became disabled way too young, or do not receive child support or a combination of all these problems. Most US children do not look like the children of Africa yet with their bony faces and protruding bellies. But, did you know that by the time they look that way they are long past caring about learning in school. They are too sick to work and hold a job, and they have less opportunity to look for manufacturing jobs in this country. I realize if I give away my car that I bought before I had a stroke, I would double my spending money. I would also have no way to transport me, my son or dog to the doctor. The local store that was a few blocks away closed because the building owner raised their rent too high. Now the nearest grocery store is about 7 miles away.  I should start growing more of my own food, but as I found out several plants in my house have only produced part of a meal so far this year. Well after rambling this long I forgot what I was talking about. What I think I would like to convey is that besides increasing food stamps to keep in line with inflation Americans should get to know their other fellow Americans that receive food stamps. Learn how not everyone is the stereotypical welfare queen that does drugs and eats like a king. The small percentage that are receiving them wrongly because of drug abuse or lying on the application are the ones that should be punished. Not children and the other 90% that actually need them. The government could make food production jobs, like the forestry jobs that were created during the last depression. Yes, it should not be the government providing all the jobs, it should be the capitalists that are destroying all the jobs creating honest work instead of greedy gains.  My son was just complaining tonight how the common core is ruining his life.  I might have to home school him soon, but I don’t think he would like that either. I would love to teach him, I would take him on weekly nature field trips and monthly art trips. He likes History, me not so much, but I would let him learn all he wanted to know. They should teach everyone how to grow their own food in school. I could have benefitted from economic survival skills growing up. I only learned from my republican parents how to work hard and you will make a living. They never taught me how to save for the future, or plan long term. I never taught my kids that either. Somehow they learned or are learning on their own the hard way. I am still learning how to survive economically too, but the rules change drastically when you can not jump back into the rat race.