Ready, Set, GO!


Continued from A Long Season

I luckily had a car, that I paid off with my SSDI settlement. Its an old car, but it gets us from A to B and it runs good. Thats all that matters. Still have 8 years later and it is a 1992!

My son changed school districts, made new friends nearby. All of them great boys, still to this day. That was one of my many worries as a Mom.

My next task was getting my credit back, from being able to buy a house and being able to buy cars to having such bad credit I couldn’t get a checking account.

So I used Walmart MoneyCard, which works just like a debit card. My SSDI deposit was able to use that card. I decided it was time to move on UP! I went to the little local bank nearby to see if I could open an account. I COULD!! and did.

Now that sent me on the road to building my credit back, I looked at CreditKarma and started using that site to build it back. My credit score went from 490 to 600 in 3 months

I continued to work on it, I was picking up Prescriptions at Walmart and picked up a flyer for credit card “I thought what the heck?” I had it at home and fill out online. I was approved! Moving on up! Many months later, I now have a 728 credit score and trying to go even higher.


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eeeking out of the month

– Like branches on a tree, we all grow in different directions. Yet our roots remain as one.


Starting out slow this morning, no coffee for me. I have one cup a week. Painful, from a pot to one cup a week. oH, I miss my coffee.

I have a notebook full of plans, a Pinterest full of ideas, and a house that drastically needs cleaning. Washer broke, so none of that. Thank goodness it is Saturday and I do have clean undies. I turned on the light for sewing machine. To make me get to it.

One of my cats left a gift under stairs near the litter box. (thanks buddies (d:)

But alas here I am. Now what?

So hard to stay on task. My mind was sidetracked this morning when I recieved a group text from my sister. She has many problems that I do not understand, don’t want to either. It has always been a struggle to understand some of the things she does, why so angry, hateful, unreasonable…I don’t know. I miss her but not her stuff that she contributes to. or mainly starts and makes up.


“my daughter (blonde) and my sister in 1998”


Now no longer speaking. So sad, my family has branches breaking off and dying…………………………………………………………………………to be contiued