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