CH CH CHainges...now we need money to pay for the funeral

No, Poppy's still with us, as far as I know, but we need to keep this roof and if we can pay for the funeral then we can stay here until we find another place.

Poppy's only son spent all his money when Poppy insisted that his only son and his sons wife become his financial power of attorney. Now there is no money for the funeral. It has been forced on us to get the money if we want to keep a house over our children's heads. Yep, they are playing that.

I don't know if any of you have ever been in a very bad situation brought on by hate and intolerance and bullying, but that's where we are now and how we ended up in this spot.

I wouldn't wish any of of this on anyone, but it happened to us.

This is a situation we didn't want. We could have fought harder to stay where we were but then being chased by a crazy man with a board and having my children repeatedly threatened and attacked by a dog was becoming intolerable. We were all afraid to outside. The boys couldn't play in the tiny yard we had because of the violence that was being brought against us because we called in a drug house. Yes, we became targets because we called in a drug house, and the 3 dog attacks and the time the crazy guy in #17 chased me with a board filled with rusty nails. I almost ended up in psyche because of all this drama.
Cap all this off with the property management company never wanted us there after we asked to have our rusty, shorting out power connection to the trailer replaced. It was their job to do that, we had already rewired the trailer and replaced the lead in connection, the box was their property. So, they used dirty tricks and bookkeeping to get an eviction claiming we hadn't paid a bunch of fees. If it wasn't on our monthly bill how could we pay it? Well, a judge agreed with them and so on top of running we got an eviction and now people wont rent to us because lies were also told about us be trouble makers and that we damaged their property. We owned the trailer. We sold them the trailer to leave us alone, which they didn't do. For 5 months they continued to bill us rent, we weren't even there anymore. Bullies.

Due to a childhood (4 y/o through until the day my crazy grandma died) of abuse and bullying of all kinds by a crazy grandma that was raising me  and really good at making me look like a bad person, nearly every church teacher, nearly every school teacher, and 95% of all the students I went to 5 schools with, I have been left with a really fun case of PTSD and depression. Only times I have had a level of peace has been when I din't have to worry about being attacked. I have that here at Poppy's and would like to keep it.

So now we need the 10,000$ for Poppy's funeral.

Please help us. Please help me keep this safe roof over my children's heads and keep me at this wonderful level of peace.

Love and light.

https://www.gofundme.com/whenprayingstops

From bad to worse

Tonight Poppy could not walk to bed with his walker. We had to use the wheelchair.

If we don't receive help soon we will have to live with the in laws.

Aggressive, violent baby brother of hubby's lives there.

This will end someone up in jail.


https://www.gofundme.com/whenprayingstops

And it begins

Today the hospice nurse told us she is starting to see the final stage changes.

For those of you who don't know what that is or means, Poppy will die soon. The hard part is this stage can last for many months, so we just don't know. He could go tonight in his sleep, we just don't know.

Poppy told me he was going to hold on until my family could get a home, even if it's just an rv in an rv park.
I had to leave the room as I could not stop the tears. Poppy knows, I think. Knows that his son fucked shit up way worse than our last years misfortune.

Well life beckons.  I will report more later.

https://www.gofundme.com/whenprayingstops

Just keeps getting better *sigh*

I keep asking myself, what is it that I am not saying? How am I not saying it right?
I do not know.
I do not know how or what to say other than the truth, which seems to be thought of as a tweeker lie. Which it's not.
I am not now nor have i ever been a tweeker.

I do plan on paying back.
I know that sounds equally bad, right?
Well, if you don't want to buy candy or anything else i make and sell all I think to do is as for a P2P loan, which, you have my good word I will pay back. It might be just a few dollars a month as I dont make much, but I will pay it back. I am just like that.
True, my past says diffrent. But consider that word, past. Thats exactly what it is. I no longer allow bulling in my life that caused those errors.

Consider that I need to put a good representation for my children.

Please help my children keep a roof.

https://www.gofundme.com/whenprayingstops

Not even sure

What or how to say anymore.
I know it's hard to trust people from the internet. For all you know I just want to buy drugs, well yeah kinda, diabetes medication and high blood pressure meds. So yeah, some of it might go to that before the insurance kicks back in.

I have a picture of the Poppy I keep referring too and the boys I am begging for a roof for:

Just good people that were bullied out of our home and now will be bullied out again after being used as a free 24/7 nurse.

I am glad we are here for him because if we weren't he might be alone or with a family member that just wants him dead for the money they spent up already.

Please help and pass this around if you will please. For my boys.

https://www.gofundme.com/whenprayingstops

A New Revelation

The day before yesterday I accidentally overheard, and yes, it was accidental Poppy's daughter talking to him. I only got a small portion of the conversation, but it was enough for me to know my families situation just went into power dire status.
You see, Poppy's only son and his greedy wife and his monetary power of attorney. When this took effect about 5 years ago I tried to warn his daughter that it was about to get very ugly. And I was so right.
Despite the fact that three times Poppy helped us save our home we were forced to run from for many reasons, there should still be enough for his funeral. But there isn't. There isn't even enough to pay his dentist bills!
Bet you would like to know why. Poppy's son and wife spent it all so that they could live a more lavish lifestyle and still look poverty stricken. I have no idea where the majority of the money went but now Poppy's house will HAVE to be sold as soon as possible after he passes to pay off what his son and wife did. This will put my boys out on the street unless I can raise $10,000 to get people to work with us to rent or buy a unique fixer upper opportunity.
I have a gofundme:
https://www.gofundme.com/whenprayingstops

Please help.
Please pass this around.

My boys don't deserve to be punished.

My Christmas gift to them this year, I hope to just have a place they can call home thats not the shelter or a flea bag hotel.

Bad two days

I didn't post yesterday, it was a bad day.
I have been consumed with trying to figure out how to sell 400,000 lollipops and or cracked glass hard candy 8 oz. bags for .50 cents each in order to buy a unique fixer upper opportunity home for my family.
Ya see, hubby's family has been opening the hurt locker again. Saying mean things. About the WRONG child!
See there is a secret in this family. A very bad one. People can't face reality. Especially if that reality shatters the perception of their favorite second son. Sorry but no more can be said for fear that it may remove any chance of keeping the current roof.
I refuse to just beg for money. But I will ask anyone who can to leave a message of where i can get back to you if you would like to help me with my home raiser. I have started calling it HOME SWEET HOME.
This home raiser campaign not only helps you help me put a roof over my children's heads, you can then turn around and resell the sweets at a profit to you for your own funds raiser. Yep, a teach me to fish and I will feed you too kinda thing.

Out of the frying pan...

...into the fire.

Hubby got laid off today.

I did find a potential house. $2,500. It's a 1969 fleetwood singlewide. Now keep in mind I told hubby that the probability that we would have to get either abandonia or a unique fixer upper opportunity was very high. This house falls into the second. Let me just say we could fully customize the interior and easily replace old plumbing and wireing.

YEP.

So yeah, I am not picky, just no bed bugs. EW, bed bugs.

Dear Santa in all of us

As another dya passes and my children watch their beloved great grandpa (Poppy) edge even closer to his transition my heart grows ever more weary.
I wish only for my children to not be punished and put to the street.
It is not their fault and they should not have to either live homeless or with horrible religious zealot grandparents (hubbys parents) that will teach them hate and intolerance.

I just hope that someone who will help sees this blog and reaches out.
Not for me.
For my children. Innocents in a money hungry families desire to be hurtful.

Santa, can you help me?

Dear Santa;

   I know. I am an adult. What adult still writes to Santa? Well truth here, even as a kid i never wrote to you, but, I did visit you every Christmas
 season at the stores, my grandpa/dads International Paper Christmas party ( I made you reindeer and Santa ornaments), and once in South Bend WA where
 I asked for a grey tabby kitten.
So, now you know who I am.
I am not writing for me. I wish I was. Yeah, silly, I know. I am writing for my boys.

Before I go to far you need to know the skinny.

Last year we were scammed by the people we were renting from. Due to me being sick hubby hadn't been able to work much and we got behind.
They said, in front of a judge mind you, that they would work with us. Two days later hubby got a job with Fred Meyers, but they don't pay during
training, which is 3 weeks. Two days before getting paid the people we were renting from had us evicted by sheriff. Hubby called them but they just didn't want
us there calling us troublemakers because we kept calling the police for drug activity.
Since then we have been living with his maternal grandfather. Well, in August, Poppy became ill, went into hospital, came home in hospice care.
This is not good. We are still here at Poppy's and watching him slowly transist into his new existence. Don't get me wrong.
I am so glad we are here as his 2 children would just leave him here to rot alone as this death thing is to much for them.
However, it has been made clear that upon his transition we will be expected to leave so his son, who sees Poppy's house as a cash cow for himself,
can sell it and squander the money. I have no reason to lie, what good would that do me. Yes, Dwayne, Poppy's only son, would put 2 small children
out on the street. Sad, I know. But Dwayne is that money hungry.

Santa, I know you visit so many children. An that is so awesome. And, no, I do not hold anger that you never came across with that Chevy truck.
However, I do need to ask for your help. I don't want my boys punished because I was fighting PTSD. ANd Dwayne wants to punish them claiming
I was faking and that hubby was just being lazy. Trust me, he was not being lazy, he was putting up with me.
Santa, I am not asking for a hand out. I am not saying "hey, find a richy rich that will give us house", that's not me.
Santa, I am asking you to help us in a kinda strange way. I like to make candy, mostly lollipops and hard rock candy. If you could could you maybe
buy enough at 50 cents a piece , or find people or groups of people, so that I can buy us a house? That's 400,000 lollies and or pint mason jars of
hard rock candy or broken glass candy. And yes, I can make that much. Might take 3 months but I can do it.
I don't want charity, unless its not asked for. I want to work for my stuff. I was raised that way.

Please,if you can Santa, help me help my boys.

If you need to know where we are currently please contact me via email

Thank you for listening to me.

Isha Tae Jade-Adams (Nikki Lynn Lewis)
mom to Arleigh and Colt