There is Beauty Here

My cousin Jon is a saint. Dun care if he sins like crazy, he's a saint to me.

He's helping me clear my credit history.

I may still have to borrow a little from another friend to actually make the move, but the hard part's over - getting the money to clear my credit history.

Tomorrow, I start making calls and clearing bills.

Right now, I am sitting here letting classic rock pound through my room, dreaming about my new house.

I love you all! Not only is my cousin a saint, but each and every one of you who has lent money and/or support are, too. You've all helped renew my hope that at least a part of the human race has a heart and cares.

There is nothing more frustrating than waiting on others...

1. $2656 in unpaid tax liens. The thing that bothers me about this is that literally anyone can pay those liens. If that's the case then they are attached to the mobile home and not me, specifically, so why does Wells Fargo think they are attached to me?

2. $1000 earnest money. I can possibly wrangle this but I doubt I can do it before tomorrow, which is when we wanted to draw up our offer with Century 21 for the new house.

3. Money for moving. There is absolutely no way that either of us can do this move ourselves. Just going to look at the new house tuckered me out yesterday. I have to finally admit that I am in a lot worse shape than even I thought. I just want to hire someone and get the flock out of here.

I am a decorated, honorably discharged, USAF veteran. I was an E4 sergeant below-the-zone when active duty. I got the Commendation Medal as 1985's USAF Airman of the Year first runner up. VA has me at 40% and I've tried to get it bumped up once, but now that I'm 51, it'll be far easier to accomplish that. Only thing is I have to scare up a lawyer and do it, and right now, my main concern is getting out of this house.

I am on 100% SSDI and haven't been able to work since 1995.

There has to be - HAS to be - something that can be done, to get me a conventional mortgage for the new house and get me out of this sucky rathole.

There has to be a special Hell for Norman Flam, David Wright, and Bette Goldenring, despite the second of the three being Mormon (the other two are "good upstanding Jews" - and I say that with disdain, not because I'm antisemitic, but because they are fakes and frauds). They play with people's lives. It's likely the bad memories of the previous tenants here are burned right into the underpinnings of the house. Like Dydan said, the optimal choice would be to burn the place to the ground. That's not happening.

I've been praying to mama Chehooit nonstop. She's gotten me this far...now all we need is a few more people given a gentle push.

If anyone has any bright ideas, feel free to share them

I haven't talked much about myself lately...and there are those of you who are my new friends who don't know much about me.

For a long time, I hid everything from a certain date, backwards. That was to hide entries that had hurt someone that I love, very much.

I've since gone back and unhid entries that had nothing to do with the person, so now, those of you who wish, can go back and read some of my past stuff.

I am an open person. If anyone has any questions for me, please ask, and I'll do my best to answer, either in comments, or in private messages (depending on the content of course).

L

Michael went to the post office, and a letter from our lawyer was waiting. It contained what was faxed to Bette's lawyer, and what answer he got.

Basically she is basing her entire claim on a piece of paper, which could've been written at any time, saying that she can take payment for our house. It is dated January 2007. The signature is a scribble, and is not identified by a typed name below it. There is no witness or notary.

In the meantime, we got another letter from her attorney, claiming that the "public auction" which supposedly took place already, resulting in the 3-day eviction notice, is now going to take place on March 15. Yeah, wrap your head around THAT temporal displacement.

I just cannot fathom what it's like to think you're so much better than someone else to the point where you can toy with their lives and security like this...Even the times in my life where I was doing fairly well, I never thought myself to be better than anyone else.

The title search still shows the deed as belonging to Buenaventura Capital. If it had been "sold" to BG, the tax liens on it would've come immediately due. While Norman Flam seems to be shady in his dealings, I'm sure he's smart enough to know those taxes would come due - to him - if the note was sold. The taxes are tied to the house, not to me, personally.

Basically BG's lawyer is engaging in scare tactics that would've scared 90 out of 100 people out of this house - and likely has in the past. To them, we're nothing but white trash, so it's incomprehensible to them that we'd have the brains to lawyer up and actually fight this. It still seems to not have registered on their radar, even after receiving a letter from our lawyer.

If Olaf and company shows up in front of my house for this supposed sale on March 15, I am calling the sheriff on them. Not only would it be disruptive for them to do such a thing in the middle of this MH park without permission - he does not have clear legal standing to be selling anything.

I don't know yet where we need to go with this, but it's obvious we're going to have to pay our attorney a retainer. I would like to personally thank those who have already donated to that cause. I cannot tell you how much I appreciate it, especially with this coming after the Oathbreaker drained our savings AND stole my family inheritance.

I'm already seeing signs of personal stress from all this. I cried, on and off last night, till I was too tired to do anything else. My thought processes are being affected; this is a part of the multiple sclerosis and depression I deal with on a daily basis. I find myself going into a room and having to stop and think of what I went there for. I find myself trying to take care of simple tasks requiring thought, and my brain just kinda does a "what?" sort of thing (that's the best way I can describe it). I'm having trouble remembering the simplest things.

If it weren't for Michael, I'd be in a pickle. He's my rock. He's my memory. He's the one who can get the simple tasks done when I can't think my way out of a wet paper bag.

Unless you've had brain damage, from MS or another cause, it's hard to explain how stress like this can fuck up your thought processes. Things that come easily to most folks get derailed easily. Your train of thought refuses to follow a direct path to conclusion, often going into black holes where you can't for the life of you remember what it is you have to remember. It's very frustrating, especially for someone like me, whose IQ tests off the charts. IQ doesn't matter if the neural pathways have damage. The harder I try, the more of a moron I come across as, especially if I'm trying to communicate with someone else.

I'm not a moron. I'm a disabled, decorated USAF veteran, with the equivalent of a college degree and then some. I can say that, and even produce the paperwork to prove it, but that doesn't matter if I still come off as a wide-eyed moron who behaves like someone just hit me in the head. That's what this kind of stress turns me into, a wide-eyed, deer-in-the-headlights, blibbering moron.

I am going to go distract myself for a little while now, before I just give up and go back to bed.

We just got home from seeing the lawyer a little while ago.

Long story short: While we made a huge mistake by not making payments to anyone, and not putting the money in an escrow account (thanks, Miso) - there is light at the end of the tunnel.

First of all, our lawyer has to see the proof that Mrs. Goldenring actually holds the note. According to a title search, nothing has changed with my note, and Buenaventura Capital is still listed as holding it. If that's the case, then we don't negotiate with Mrs. Goldenring, we negotiate with Buenaventura.

We made it clear that we have nowhere to go so it isn't desirable to be "evicted". We are willing to pay, but we need a clear payee and a clear contract of payment - even if it is for the full amount the original contract said we owed. All around, it would cost far less and be more convenient for them to draw up a new contract with me and let me stay in the mobile home.

Please see my sticky post above, with the PayPal Donate button. At the very least, we will be paying Attorney Ambill to represent us in new contract negotiations and finalization. At the most, we'll be retaining him as legal counsel in a court battle.

Either way, we need funds, and thanks to the oathbreaker, we don't have them. If you can help, please do. If you can, please include our situation in your prayers and devotionals. Thank you.

I have spent the last 36 hours doing my best to find free legal assistance, and, as you can imagine, I have had a very hard time doing so.

What I have done is get a hold of the lawyer we consulted before, but to see him again, it will cost us $175.00 USD. We have that money but it won't leave us very much between now and the end of the month.

If you, Gentle Reader, could find it in your heart to toss us a couple of bucks while we defend against these shysters, it would be very much appreciated. Thank you in advance.

Boots and George went to see the vet today. They were neutered and sent home. Patients doing well, aside from the fact that now they get to deal with the rest of the kitty crew...

As of this moment, all parties are exhaustingly asleep.

You know, this just occurred to me as I was contemplating the cold, desert morning...

Michael and I knew we were in for challenges when we got into this (the Temple). First, there was Tina, who slowed us down but failed to stop us. Then, there was the Traitor. It's like she was also sent to test our mettle. She tried to undermine the Temple by undermining the very Rock it's founded upon - me. Yes, I was affected, but it wasn't for long, and it wasn't for good. Again - slowed us down but didn't stop us, despite having drained our finances and stolen my silver coins.

We will likely face more challenges like this in the future but with each one, we gain a perspective on what they try to attack, and can defend against that.

Obviously we're on the right track or "agents" wouldn't be coming our way to try to stop us.