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Just...blah....

That's how I'm feeling..just..blah. It's raining (again!) outside, and I'm hoping it doesn't rain next week when we take the kiddos to Six Flags. They've been waiting for this trip for a long, long time. And so have I, and J too ;) JJ and J have never been there, while I've been dozens of times in my life, and Ry has been once. So we're pretty hyped up about going.

That's about the only bright spot in my life right now. Got a letter from a lawyer in town that the bank is intending to sue me over a loan that I took out with George (late husband). I thought once they repo'ed the 2 cars that were part of the collateral, that'd be it and the rest would just go on my already-shabby credit report, and then it'd go into collections where I'd try to make measly little payments each month. So now I'm wondering, if they can indeed sue me and garnish my disability check? I'm pretty sure they can't take any money out of the boys' Social Security, but I can't afford for them to take any of mine either. I'm stretching the $$ now as far as it'll go, and having none left over at the end of the month.

But I did manage to get my computer back up and running, so no more laptop for me! Now it's just a matter of remembering everything I had installed on the old hard drive and reinstalling it on the new one. I'm just glad to be able to have a computer again! :)

And, as I mentioned in my last blog, I was trying to learn how to do YouTube videos... well, I discovered the "video" feature on my digital camera, and how to upload them, so here they are!

This is Ry, my oldest, he's 10:



and this one is JJ, he's 7:


At least I hope those show up lol I'm so excited that I figured it out!
I know all this other stuff will work out somehow. Faith. Perserverance. Determination. I'm trying...

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Anonymous said…
I hope everything will turn out to be ok with the lawyer. You deserve being happy.

Both JJ and Rhy are very cute!

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