It was the end of the 2010 College football season that pushed me to seriously thinking about writing this. On October 16, 2010, Rutger’s defensive lineman Eric Legrand was paralyzed in a collision during a game against Army. My father, a Rutgers alumni, who has close ties to the athletic department there, was swiftly taken back to the time of my injury. Although there were no similarities between the two incidents (other than the eerie fact that Eric wore number 52, the same number I wore playing high school football) the results were terribly alike, paralyzed from the neck down and 10,000 questions.
Continue reading “My Story. Introduction, (excerpts from writing that I have done for my book.)”
Welcome back right? It’s 2011! Merry Christmas, Happy New Year and all that good stuff! The Worlds Laziest blog writer and amateur author has awakened once again. To my Dear Readers, (all three of you), I really can’t blame you for giving up on me. I mean, shit come on, how many times are we going to read this stuff which actually is nothing but apologies for not writing stuff? Anyway, I’m doing it again. So give me one more chance.
Why, you ask? Well, there has been a really fantastic development on the foreclosure front for Jayne and I. Just this last week, I finally received an e-mail from Citi mortgage telling me that we had been approved for loan modification! Well WTF? (I really don’t like using these abbreviations, but I did it this time for editorial effect) but it’s seriously been over a year since our application to have our loan agreement modified. In that time period, they made us re-apply three times and put us in a forbearance situation that ultimately resulted in foreclosure proceedings brought against us. The foreclosure thing mutated and had a life of its own. I’m actually a little disappointed that I won’t be part of the big statewide investigation that’s going on, into the fraudulent practices of these big legal offices here in the state. I’m pretty sure it’s destined to be a doozy. But, then again, we’ve seen plenty big shots get nothing more than a slap on the wrist and allowed to just wiggled back down into their holes.
I know, I know. Started a blog, started to write and what do you know? I stop. This is supposed to be an exercise in starting something and sticking to it. I got off to a pretty good start, but as we speak I have a readership of only two people. And neither one of them is my mother. I really have just been pushing through wheelchair issues, out-of-town guests and one unplanned visit by the paramedics and a subsequent trip to the hospital.
Continue reading “Back in the saddle.”