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More than one way to skin a cat

I don't get that saying. How can you skin a cat more than one way? Seriously. Anyway...there is a point to that saying in this instance. While looking at my website I saw an advertisement at the top for government grants. Me being the inquisitive one...I decided to do some checking. Looks like there are legitimate programs out there which are government run who hand out money left and right in the form of grants. I like that word. Grant. Grant means no paying it back. Always a good thing. So me...in my infinite wisdom thought "Well why can't the government grant me some money?" I'm a single mom. I'm uninsured in regards to healthcare. I'm below the poverty level. I should be able to get some help.

I've also decided to apply for Habitat for Humanity. I'm just hoping that if I'm chosen that the house will be out in the area I live in. I really don't want to change school districts for the kids. We will see how the meeting goes. It's October 9th with the application needing to be turned in the following week. Would mean a lot of work for me (500 hours of volunteering to build the house) but it would be worth it. Getting into a HFH home would save me almost $200/month so that is a definite bonus if I'm chosen. If it's meant to be...it will happen. If not...I know that there are better things on the horizon for me. I just need to be patient and allow them to happen.

Other than all of that stuff...not much going on. Emailing/texting a couple of men. Taking things one day at a time. I don't future trip anymore. Gets me into trouble and always breaks my heart. My heart can't take anymore breakage. I just want to meet one man who will prove to me that he is not like all of the others...complete schmucks. Not a lot to ask...right?

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