Showing posts with label NaBloPoMo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label NaBloPoMo. Show all posts

Sunday, November 16, 2008

C*nty McC*nterson

The title is censored for the benefit of folks who don't care for that word. Me? I'll use it, it just has to be under very special circumstances. And I think it applies here. Actually, I don't think it's strong enough.

Yes, I know it's a controversial issue. Yes, I know both sides are heated and passionate. But this woman person waste of oxygen effectively ruined someone's life because of a dispute that couldn't have been worth more than a few thousand dollars. It's just beyond the pale.

Both lose in aborted immigrant-citizen home sale

ROSWELL, Ga. – Like all illegal immigrants, Lorenzo Jimenez knew the knock on the door from immigration agents could come at any time.

Still, he had enough faith in the American dream to buy a house in this Atlanta suburb, even though signing the papers meant raising the risk: He put his 2-year-old, American-born daughter's name and Social Security number on the title.

And it worked, for a while. Jimenez and his family lived happily enough for several years alongside "regular" citizens.

Nicole Griffin's mom lived a few doors away, and when Griffin visited, she said, her kids played with the Jimenez children. When Jimenez put his four-bedroom, two-bathroom home up for sale last spring, wanting more space, Griffin was immediately interested.

A contract was negotiated but when the sale appeared to go sour, Griffin raised a new issue: that she was a citizen and Jimenez wasn't. She told local media, immigration officials, his boss and others that he was here illegally. She even put signs in the yard of the house exposing his residency status.

As a result, agents came knocking last month, and now Jimenez is fighting to keep from being deported. He also lost his job.

"I'm very sad and very worried," said Jimenez, 32. "I can't sleep because I'm thinking about my family. What's going to happen? I don't know."

Griffin insists her intent was to buy the house, nothing else. The 28-year-old single mother of two maintains she was wronged first, so she acted to protect her interests. She has no regrets.

"At the end, do I feel bad the family got in trouble? No, not at all," she said.

Those who enter the U.S. illegally often say they're just striving for the same things that most American citizens want out of life — a good job, home ownership, maybe a chance to get a little bit ahead. But the ambitions of citizens and non-citizens can collide and, as the painful entanglement between Jimenez and Griffin shows, both sides can wind up feeling like victims.

Jimenez, who is Mexican, has been in the U.S. for about a decade. When he bought the house four years ago, the real estate agent handling the sale told him he could get a better interest rate using his daughter's information on the closing documents than he could using the federal tax identification number he uses to pay income tax here.

Jimenez later filed papers to have his own name added to the title, and that's how it stayed until Griffin spotted the "for sale" sign and $164,500 list price this spring.

With both sides enthusiastic about the sale, a deal was reached and the closing was set for May 15.

Griffin, a payroll clerk and first-time homebuyer, asked to postpone the closing until June 1 because she had problems locking in her interest rate. Jimenez agreed but asked that she move into the house as planned and pay rent until the closing.

Shortly after Griffin moved in, her attorney said there was a problem with the title on the house, namely that Jimenez's young daughter's name was on the title but her signature wasn't on the sale documents. Attorneys said some extra paperwork — establishing a conservatorship to watch out for the child's interest, the first step in getting the title transferred solely to her father — would clear the title, and everyone agreed to postpone again.

Griffin didn't pay the rent, however, claiming she was promised three months free since the delay was Jimenez's fault. She has an e-mail from his real estate agent, Alina Carbonell, saying he'd made the offer.

Jimenez's lawyer, Erik Meder, told her that offer was never firm and insisted she pay rent or vacate the house.

Locked in a letter war with Meder, Griffin escalated her actions. She contacted the FBI, the Roswell Police Department, local media, the state attorney general's office and the governor's office, among others. She asked her congressman, U.S. Rep. Tom Price, for help, saying she felt Jimenez and Meder had deceived her. Price's office, in turn, contacted U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement, said Brendan Buck, a Price spokesman.

"I am a law-abiding American merely trying to purchase a home," Griffin wrote in mid-July in a letter to American Homebuyers, a nonprofit that helps low- to moderate-income families buy homes. "An illegal family fraudulently obtained a mortgage using a 1 yr old SSN, and appear to have all the rights in this situation — How can this be when they shouldn't even be in America?"

She said she contacted anyone she could think of who might be able to help the sale go through.

Jimenez said she started making his life a nightmare. He claims she caused cosmetic damage to the house and intentionally clogged the plumbing, both of which she denies.

Griffin also went after Carbonell, the real estate agent. She contacted the Georgia State Real Estate Commission to try to get her license revoked. Carbonell said the threat to her reputation and to her career caused her so much stress she had to take a leave of absence.

Griffin said she reported Carbonell because the agent knew Jimenez's daughter's name was on the title from the beginning but didn't tell her right away. (Carbonell was not the real estate agent who originally advised Jimenez to use his daughter's name.)

In September, Meder got a judge to order Griffin to pay retroactive rent and get out of the house within a week.

Griffin then went to the upscale Atlanta restaurant where Jimenez worked as a cook and told his boss he was undocumented, which Jimenez said resulted in his firing.

"It was my last resort," Griffin said, "but once I realized my family had seven days to get out of a house that a family's not even legally supposed to own, I did go to his employer and I did let his employer know."

She also put bright red signs in the yard reading, "This house is owned by an illegal alien." When Jimenez tore them down, she put up new ones.

Griffin said she wanted the neighbors to share her outrage over what was happening.

"I don't feel bad for anything that happens to the Jimenez family at this point," Griffin said recently, "because no one feels bad that all I tried to do was buy a house, and I ended up living back with my mother."

In early October, plainclothes ICE agents showed up at Jimenez's apartment. They asked him about his residency status and his purchase of the house, then handcuffed him and took him away. He was released a few hours later and is due before a judge in January and could face eventual deportation.

His lawyers plan to apply to keep Jimenez in the country permanently, a process that could last several years. While it's pending, he will be eligible for a work permit. But even if he gets one, Jimenez will be living in limbo. His application to stay could be rejected, which means he still could be ordered to leave the country.

Jimenez has taken the house off the market but doesn't want to move his family back in amid the uncertainty, so they're still in the apartment that was supposed to be a transitional stop until they bought a bigger place.

Griffin hasn't tried to buy another home, in part because she can't afford to, so she and her kids are still staying with her mother.

Down the street, the Jimenez house sits empty.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Breakfast happiness

Have you ever had an egg poached so perfectly that you thought - just for a minute - that you could be content eating poached eggs for the rest of your life?

I hadn't, either... until this afternoon.

After dropping my car off to be fixed, we went to Mickey's Tavern for "breakfast" (it was around noon - weekends are for sleeping late), where I had the vegetarian Benedict. I ordered the vegetarian not because I don't eat meat (because heaven knows I love meat), but because the combination of tomato, sautéed mushrooms and sautéed spinach sounded like they'd match beautifully with hollandaise sauce.

They did.

But seriously, the eggs were the stars. The whites were firm but not rubbery, and the yolks... oh, the yolks. Still a lovely golden yellow, and custardy alllllllmost to the point of ooze but not quite. Perfection.

Oh, and only $2.50 for a mimosa. Yum!

Friday, November 14, 2008

Not as cryptic as you'd think

I had a conversation with a little someone called Opportunity today. Or, well, Opportunity's representative. It was a nice conversation, we got along well, and I think she liked what I had to say. As such, I have been given the chance to meet personally with Opportunity next week. I can just about see him standing on my sidewalk now. Whether he knocks will be a story for another day, but I know that if he does, I will fling the door wide open and welcome him in. And the anticipation is killing me.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Confidential to my sister...

Wishing the happiest of happy birthdays to my lovely li'l sis. I know this last year has pretty much kicked your ass, and I know this new one will be tons better. As they say - you've come a long way, babe - I love you!

Then:




Now:



*rowr* - You rock!

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Today blows

The day started so well! I got up, showered and made-up in more than enough time to finish getting ready at a leisurely pace and maybe even stop at Starbucks for a hot cocoa before work. It was A Good Thing. I was Happy.

Um... yeah - cancel that fantasy.

Neither one of my hairdryers would work in the bathroom, and I wasted far too much time trying to make it happen. I finally brought them both into the office/craft room (I use my craft table as a vanity in the morning, so it's not a stretch), got one of them to function and dried my hair there.

Then I realized when I took my clothes out of the dryer (I don't "iron" so much as "tumble"), that the dryer was still on high from when Bryan did towels yesterday. My clothes never see anything hotter than low, so there was a moment of panic and a few moments of shirt-stretching.

Then while I was getting dressed, my deodorant broke - you know when you go to put it on, and it's so close to the end that it just crumbles off the base and chunks fall all over the floor? Fun times. Off to the bathroom to grab the travel-size stick we keep in our "Guest Services" box.

Then I got to work, made it through first break, then quickly began to feel like crap. So I came home, and now I find that a message board that I co-admin is down (for the second time in five days), and only one of the admins (sadly, not me) has any degree of contact with the actual site admin, and even that has to go through someone else (for any board folks who may be reading, yes, we're looking into other options).

It's not even NOON!!!

EDIT: Apparently the board's up and the error I got was just a fluke. Thank goodness.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Bleh

I have a comfy couch, a full DVR, a snuggly kitteh... but sooooo much to do.

All I want to do is lay on the couch with mah kitteh.

Should I be the defiant grownup that says "I'm the grownup and I can say 'screw cleaning' if I want," or should I be the responsible grownup that cleans?

Oy.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Strange

For some reason, I feel like today's someone's birthday.

Okay, well, I know it's someone's birthday but someone I know. A birthday I shouldn't be forgetting.

Happy happy to all the 11/10s!

Sunday, November 9, 2008

I feel better!

When we first moved to Madison, I got what I thought would be a great job. Pay was good, benefits were good, and for the most part, I enjoyed it. However, it became apparent after a few months that the job was not a good fit, and thus began a 6-month period of unemployment.

It was actually pretty nice for the first few weeks - after all, it was the longest "vacation" I'd had since I'd started working, period. Going to bed and waking up at the same time as my husband - and just being able to be together - was wonderful, as we'd been working opposite shifts for a while (including the better part of the year or so leading up to the move). And of course, just flat out not having to go to work was nice, too.

After a while though, it began to take its toll. I left that job a few days before the first anniversary of my Grandmother's death, which had hit me incredibly hard. The loss of the job itself finally hit me as well - the job had been wildly mis-represented to me, and despite them telling me I had progressed wonderfully, and as hard as this is for me to admit, I still wound up being told it wasn't good enough. Being good at my job is a giant factor in my sense of self-worth, and being told I wasn't good enough after being told I was great didn't do anything for my psyche. The fact that I would have been absolutely miserable had I stayed there much longer didn't help as much as one might think.

Add to that the fact that while Bryan and I knew Madison pretty well, it was our first time actually living here, the Golden City at the "end" of Highway 151, where we'd both wanted to be for quite some time, and we had no means to go out and explore it. So here we were, stuck in a new place, not knowing very many people, missing our friends and jobs in our old city - a woman who was quickly sinking into despair and the husband feeling out of sorts having to deal not only with missing the old place, but also his increasingly depressed, increasingly schlubby wife.

As though there's actually a good time for depression to happen, mine came at the worst possible time - the confluence of a time of having to care enough to look for a new job and a time with no health insurance or prescription coverage. I totally let myself go - I stopped caring how I looked, I wore the same clothes day in and day out, and I'm pretty sure there were a few period where I didn't leave the house for a few weeks at a time. I was so worried about money that the only reason I even got a haircut during that time was because my mother-in-law treated me to it for my birthday. It was to the point where when I started going on interviews again, Bryan remarked that it was so nice to see me dressed up, since he hadn't seen it in so long.

Even once I found a new job though, things didn't go so smoothly at first. Since being good at my job is so integral to my happiness, starting a new job is always rough for me. I wasn't taking home much more than I had on unemployment, so money was tight. We were in the middle of an historically dreary, snowy winter. I slipped and fell on some ice less than 4 weeks after I'd started the new job and had the stress of wondering whether the responsible party would cover my medical treatment (yes, they did), and then, of course, the first three months of the new job without health insurance (thus the worry of who was going to cover the medical bills from my fall and of course no treatment for the depression that lingered).

But over the last six months or so, things have gotten exponentially better. The snow melted, the sun came out, I've settled into the job quite well, my medical insurance finally kicked in, and I've been able to start taking care of my health again - mental and physical. While we're still working opposite shifts, Bryan and I have settled into a do-able routine and are making it work. Between us, we've gotten three raises in the last 6 months, and while it's still short of where we'd been, we're back on track as far as bills and budget.

And since all of that has come to pass, my regirlification has commenced. In the past two months, I've gotten a fabulous new haircut, some really good conditioner, treated myself to a great new purse, have started a skin care and makeup regimen that really seems to be working for me, and have started to care about how I look again. It feels fabulous.

And it couldn't have come at a better time. The snow is starting to fly again (there are flurries outside my window as I type), and "they" say this winter could be worse than last. But I'm not completely dreading it. I organized and am overseeing a 50-person Secret Santa exchange, 24/7 Christmas music will again be hitting the airwaves, and soon I'll be knee-deep in holiday crafting - I've got 100+ Christmas cards to make, as well as some cool ornaments for an ornament exchange (and possibly for gifting, as well). I look better ("good" will come after a year of faithful gym-ratting), I feel better, and I'm ready for it.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

The love of my life




I didn't send this to PostSecret... but it totally fits.

I love you, Pumpkin!

I was up that late, anyway

This kind of makes me with I hadn't stayed home to savor the joy all by myself.

Friday, November 7, 2008

Go Campbell!

Seen elsewhere on the web...

"Rosa sat so Martin could walk, Martin walked so Barack could run, Barack ran so our children can fly." ~unknown

Yes they can.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Pundit Kitchen Speaks Truth




Not just college students, either. Thankfully, our current abode has an in-unit washer and dryer, but where we used to live, the nice ladies at our bank always knew when we were out of laundry money - I'd make a $20 withdrawal and ask for it in two rolls of quarters.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Strange

Was just trying to change my Facebook status update, and it kept crashing Firefox, but went through just fine in IE7.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Yes we can.

And we DID.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Tired feet, happy heart

Remember that post where I thought that since I don't live in the city proper, I wouldn't have to wait so long to vote?

Um... yeah.

Two and a half hours later...

Oh, and it turns out that I wasn't registered. That's funny, because I distinctly remember registering at the poll on the day of the Primary.

But anyway, it's all water under the bridge, because...

Good Humor

I like Good Eats. It was one of the first cooking shows to which I actually paid attention. Sure, I loved watching The Frugal Gourmet, The Essence of Emeril and How to Boil Water (the Sean Donnellan version) with my grandmother - those are actually some of my favorite memories of fun we had together. But Good Eats was probably the first cooking show I watched to learn how to actually cook, as opposed to "cuisine." *read the paragraph about halfway down the page to get that reference if you're not a Terry Pratchett fan and don't already get the reference

But seriously? This guy's Alton Brown parodies crack me up.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Blah blog blah blog blah

I signed up for NaBloPoMo - maybe it'll get me back in gear. Now... let's see if I remember.

Destined to Early-Vote

I love going to the polls. I get a rush out of standing in line with my fellow citizens, eager to mark my ballot next to the name of the person I feel would best advocate for the needs of the citizens they'd represent.

But I've hit a snag.

Despite the fact that we've both been summoned for jury duty within the last 6 months, the better half and I have discovered that neither of us is on the rolls. Neither of us really want to take the chance that we'll get to the front of the line on Tuesday and have them not allow us to vote. You can register day-of in Wisconsin, but that doesn't mean I'm not anxious about it.

*grumble*grumble*grumble* Effin' Van Hollen. Yeah, the lawsuit was thrown out, but why do I feel like there was a reason we're not listed as being registered? I registered when I voted in the flippin' primary, less than a year ago.

So we'll go tomorrow, after I get home from work, and we'll both bring every piece of information we have that the State of Wisconsin accepts as proof of residence, and cast our ballots a day early.

Something I don't quite "get"

The whole Prop 8 thing.

Why is the question of two consenting adults pledging to love each other and take care of each other forever even a voteable issue?

There are states in this country that would ban interracial marriage and interracial adoption if they were left open to a majority vote.

Why is gay marriage up to a vote?