five thousand shades of blue
Tuesday, August 19, 2003
kick to the solar plexus
Well, my weekend was good enough. We attended Pig Day (big barbeque with a Southern-style roasted pig) — fun and the food was awesome. Sunday was all about being domestic (laundry, cleaning, sorting through closets and ditching clothes that are too big).
Monday, well… Monday sucked. We learned that because of a "Quality Control Audit" that picked up on the fact that my dad and I share the same last name (well,
duh), and for some reason this is "fishy", they denied the loan approval. Talk about your hit to the solar plexus. So now we are scrambling to get the sale postponed or preferably cancelled, talking with the EMC™'s supposed "Executive Response Hotline" and/or "Loan Resolution Center". We've also got our congressman and his office on our side (making calls to them on our behalf as well) and have got the ball rolling with the Oregon Dept. of Justice. If worse comes to worse, the mortgage broker said that he'd rent-to-own one of his properties to us because he knows we're "good for it". That really meant a lot to both of us.
At least I had yummy curry chicken from Poppi's Anatolia for dinner last night (once I got my appetite back), as we tried to get our wi-fi hotspot up and running. Supposedly it's all set to go, but alas, nada.
Pictures later from Pig Day.
(Oh, and my silly girlcat
Rowan turns 9 today. They grow up so fast.)
is
this just not enough…?
