Frustation pretty much is the sum total of what dominates my life at the moment. I have been trying for months to get my mortgage company to apply the pay-off that I sent them back in September. This whole process has made me want to go postal on more than one occasion.
Let me back track for a moment......
The past year has been well, rough to put it mildly. On March 12, 2009 my son was diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder. The next day (oddly enough) Friday, March 13th I was laid off. Can you say panic anyone? To further add to the pressure, my husband is an alcoholic that just couldn't seem to get a grip on life in general. After a particularly bad fight, I decided to leave or rather put him out. That was on April 9th. End result? He burned the house down. Thank God no one was hurt and I wasn't there, nor was our son.
Obviously there are more details than I am including here. But I don't have time to post every single one. Thankfully, my insurance company paid off the mortgage, or at least issued the check, which I dutifully sent in. The problem? Well, Bank of America doesn't appear to want to apply it.
I am ready to scream at the top of my lungs. I have gone round and round with them over this. Every time I call, new "fees" magically appear. I was out of work, consistent work, from March until August. Five months folks. Every cent received from the insurance claim went to bills. Now, I'm left with a burnt out shell of a home and a mortgage company that gives every indication that they want the money and what's left of my home.
Any attorney's out there? I could really use a hand right now or a bulldozer, really whichever is handy........
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
What's in a name?
I have been intrigued by the many posts on Facebook over the last couple of days with individuals posting the meaning of their name. I finally found out that folks were going to urban dictionary.com and posting their own definitions.
I didn’t realize this at first. When I found out about the site, I did a search for my name. What came up completely surprised me. I was shocked, nay incensed to discover that my name is “code” for any number of nasty things. I won’t list them here, if you’re that curious, look it up yourself.
I have the unfortunate “pleasure” of my name being able to spell a different word when spelled backwards. And my name being what it is, Lana, “backwards” or the “rear” figures highly into the jokes being made about the name Lana.
There are not many people who share my name. Growing up, it was sometimes annoying when my name was pronounced differently than I was used to. It can be done any number of different ways. I grew up with it being pronounced LANuh, rhyming with banana. As an adult, I’ve grown to like the sound of LA nuh. For starters it sounds adult as opposed to what I grew up with. It’s all in the emphasis, but what can truly trigger an eye-roll from me is when people get creative. I’ve heard LAINuh and Lena I’m not sure how they got that, there is no i or e in my name.
It wasn’t until last year that I found out that I was named after Lana Turner. My aunt was a big fan of hers and liked the name. When my mom was expecting me, and when my aunt named her daughter something completely different, she asked her sister if it would bother her if she gave me the name, and the rest as they say is history.
And my classmates in high school wondered when I told them to just call me Lumpy…..so much less confusing and the tale on how I got that nickname is funny as well. But, I’m not telling it now - that’s a story for another day.
I didn’t realize this at first. When I found out about the site, I did a search for my name. What came up completely surprised me. I was shocked, nay incensed to discover that my name is “code” for any number of nasty things. I won’t list them here, if you’re that curious, look it up yourself.
I have the unfortunate “pleasure” of my name being able to spell a different word when spelled backwards. And my name being what it is, Lana, “backwards” or the “rear” figures highly into the jokes being made about the name Lana.
There are not many people who share my name. Growing up, it was sometimes annoying when my name was pronounced differently than I was used to. It can be done any number of different ways. I grew up with it being pronounced LANuh, rhyming with banana. As an adult, I’ve grown to like the sound of LA nuh. For starters it sounds adult as opposed to what I grew up with. It’s all in the emphasis, but what can truly trigger an eye-roll from me is when people get creative. I’ve heard LAINuh and Lena I’m not sure how they got that, there is no i or e in my name.
It wasn’t until last year that I found out that I was named after Lana Turner. My aunt was a big fan of hers and liked the name. When my mom was expecting me, and when my aunt named her daughter something completely different, she asked her sister if it would bother her if she gave me the name, and the rest as they say is history.
And my classmates in high school wondered when I told them to just call me Lumpy…..so much less confusing and the tale on how I got that nickname is funny as well. But, I’m not telling it now - that’s a story for another day.
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