Things, stuff going on here

Here is my new plant. It's a Mandivillia, it is not common to this area. I was drawn to it several times, but, passed it up because it's big and heavy and expensive, in my book. The damn plant area is outside right in front of the pharmacy drive through. When they send me on 'a loop' I can't get passed the plants. But, I was determined not to spend that much money on a plant I'd never heard of and that doesn't grow here.

But, the pharamcy fucked up and gave me a free trial of generic hormone pills, they said they were EXACTLY the same as the real ones I'd been taking. Well, they weren't. They fucked up my Tinitus and made it so bad I couldn't hear shit. And my face hurt. It felt like fire. I took the fuckers back and argued with them about how they are NOT the same. The alternative is to get my old ones back and pay out of pocket. I said fine and found out it's like, $65 bucks for one month. So, I said give me the real ones. Fuck it. That generic shit is NOT the same, it never is. And as my shitty state insurance gets stingier, it will get worse. With all the meds I take, I could end up a geriatric whore on the corner, going, yeah, sonny, pull  down them depends and go after it! Just pay me first, I have to get my meds. You think I'm kidding? Well, I'm only half kidding. I've seen those websites about Gilfs and the dill rods that worship them. I could become a slave master. That would't hurt my feelings. I might enjoy it.

Anyway, I paid for the meds out of grocery money and had a bit left, so instead of being sensible, I bought a Mandivillia with the rest of it. It was a dick move.  But, my face was on fire and my head souded like a jet plane taking off. One day back on the real pill and I'm better, so I was right. It's going away. Still hard to type though. And I love my plant. It was blessed, it was outside alone and suffered no hail damage. How is that possible? It made me want it all the more, even though I can barely lift it. It's big and heavy. I'll figure out where to put it and get it out of that stupid pot it's in.

Alissa noticed the plant and said, "Grandma, I'm glad you got it, I knew you wanted that one!" So, I said, yeah, but, between that plant and the meds, we're into the food stamps early. We usually save food stamps until the end of the month. You have to plan and she knows it. I let her shop with me and she knows the ropes. She already reminded me to put burger, buns and hot dogs in the freezer so we can have something she likes when the month is ending. She's getting good at that. So, yeah, I'm applying for food stamps for her, that'll help. Plus FIP money, it won't be much, but, it will help. When she found out there was money she wanted to know if she could have it. I told her she could have half for sure. When I told her that would be about $50 bucks she was thrilled out of her mind. But, I said, I'm not handing you 50 bucks, I'll give you an allowance of $20 bucks a week, you should be getting an allowance, you're old enough. (But, some work comes with it.) She calculated that and told me that was $60 bucks a month. Fuck, she probably used common core math with 15 steps to get that, but, whatever. I'm out $10 more bucks. Now she can shop or go swimming whenever she wants. She can learn to budget. She's a smart kid. I also put away money for an iPod for her birthday, but, she doesn't know that. I want her to think we're too poor now to get it. I know all her money will go for those dumb iTune cards the first month. I hope she gets some birthday cash too.

Okay, enough of this boring shit. I am not back to normal yet and it's hard to type. The Tinitus noise is awful. So, we're poor as shit, but, finding ways to make it. And with that being said, I still think I might be buying a house. I know how crazy that sounds. You can't buy a house with food stamps or iTune cards, but, something is brewing. I found out the house is in the family! I had no idea. The family who owns it is a close family member, and one I don't hate and who doesn't hate me. He wants to sell it fast and cheap. Real cheap. Don't worry, there will never be a donation button on here. I can do it myself. I may have to kiss some ass I do not want to kiss, but, if this house is meant to be, I can do it. Keep sending me good energy. I will not miss this place or the old lady, but, I will be digging plants for a year. And I am NOT leaving without my huge arbor, because you guys bought me that and it means a lot to me.


I'll blog later as this generic poison shit is starting to wear off. I'll be a night blogger today. You all take care.

Remember the first walk to school photos? I was unknowingly standing on THAT property. She was in front of Bitch Face's house, but, I was on the sidewalk of the little deserted house. See the little porch? It's weird that I unknowingly took this picture. Yeah, it's right next to BF, but, let's face it, she isn't going to be running around causing trouble anymore. And it's a corner lot. Which is awesome.