I’d be freaked out too

but it’s a good thing you found out about this and can make sure things can be taken care of legally on your end to protect yourselves in the future. It’s also wonderful that your husband’s company employes people who will help to protect you financially as well and are helping to address this with the other attorney’s office.

Many, many years ago we were disqualified for a mortgage

due to a “bankruptcy” under our names, only it wasn’t us. The other couple had very similar names, but not identical—the man’s middle initial was different and her first name was Janice. Jan is my middle name and my first name has an unusual spelling. Social Security numbers are no where near the same. We lived in Tulsa, they lived in Bristow, but they did bank where we banked—also where I worked!
Even scarier she came into the bank one day and she was wearing a winter coat identical to mine and her child was the same age as mine! She and her husband had taken to signing their checks using dh’s middle initial instead of her husband’s middle initial and for some reason it started over drawing OUR account. I nearly lost my job over it UNTIL she showed up at the bank to try and withdraw money from OUR account. The bank and it’s lawyers stepped in and the problem disappeared!
Then around 2000 I started getting phone calls from an auto finance company threatening to garnish his pay check for a truck he never purchased. The calls etc kept on even when I told them dh had never purchased that brand of vehicle, that he had never lived at the address they said etc. They called and harassed, sent letters of intent to garnish etc. Finally I demanded (they were calling ME not ds) the name and social security number of the person they were looking for. The name was the spend, but spelled different and they wouldn’t give me the social security number. Finally I said, the last four of the person you are calling are:####.
The muffled—sorry wrong person was barely audible and they didn’t call again for six months. Then it started again. The second time I told them if they called again we’d be suing them for fraud. That was about 13 years ago, never heard from them since then.

So DH was notified at work by the security

Department and personnel that they received a garnishment against him. Upon further investigation by their legal department and my husband, it’s for a couple with the same names as ours. Problem is the couple lives in Washington state and we live in NY. Her name is Mercer and mine’s just Kim. The social given does not match my husband’s. When my husband called the attorney listed, his girl got angry with him and told him they did their research and had the right person. Then she hung up on him. I came home and pulled our credit reports tonight and there’s nothing on there. DH found this company had viewed his profile at Linked In.

My husband has an appointment with an attorney tomorrow. Apparently some laws have been broken here as far as the way things were handled and crossing state lines, etc. We just want to make sure all our I’s are dotted and t’s crossed and make sure this gets resolved, not turning up again sometime in the future.

I’m curious what Dave would say to do. Anyone else ever encountered something like this?

p.s. We have never lived in Washington! LOL

I specifically avoided watching a lot of the first coverage for Boston

The level of carnage the media is willing to show these days is just completely over the top, IMHO. There’s letting us know what’s going on, then there’s showing us what we really didn’t need to see. It’s not like the evening news from 20 years ago, when the kiddies were already in bed by the time they showed the really graphic stuff. My goodness, my 12 year old niece could have been watching that garbage on her smartphone in the middle school hallways on Monday, for all I know. That’s just unnecessary.

I actually met up with one of our local emergency response chaplains the other day; he owns the garage which has been nursing my truck back to health. How he runs that shop, but also goes out on calls, I’ll never know. But he’s an older guy, getting ready for retirement, and he’s been with our volunteer fire dept for decades. He told me that when the new kids come into the department, he warns them that they’ll see plenty enough serious injury and death to last a lifetime; they don’t need to go look just to get “hardened off”. And most of the counseling he does isn’t for families during a crisis – it’s for the veteran responders who see that stuff, day in day out, as part of their job. There comes a point where you’ve just seen more than a person needs to see, and it stays with you the rest of your life. Frankly I think media could tell the story better, and show less. But that’s just me. What I’ve already seen in life, I could have done without. No need to go watching more of it on TV. I feel badly for the kids who have recently come home after their service in war zones. Come home hopefully to a safe environment, only to have to see it all over again on the television and online news services. Blech. No thanks.

When dh got home tonight he seemed depressed

I asked what was wrong—our high dollar long gravel driveway pretty well washed out with the nearly 5 inches of rain last night. He plans on spending a good deal of the weekend putting the gravel back on the driveway. Oh and Pretty Purple Precious Piper Peacock showed up looking for a treat this afternoon—I was right she’s broody on eggs again. So the can rotators will definitely be on hold for another weekend.

Scary stuff

I’m glad your family is alright and that your property seems to have made it through without extensive damage. We’ve been getting some storms, but certainly not like you have. I wish the rain would wash the snow away. I’m ready to work in the yard. I’d love to have an 80 degree day, but that would be a little freaky for us at this time of the year.

I went back just now and re-read the article in Wikipedia about the Beirut bombing

It had been years since I’d really thought about it. And dontchaknow I was right back in that little living room, watching every scrap of news on the TV about the recovery work being done, seeing all the people just sort of milling around, waiting for the news, and then the knock at the door. I can still remember where I was standing, and I could see the two State Department officials standing there. And in that article they showed then-President Reagan walking solemnly past the coffins as they were prepped and draped with American flags, getting ready for their last trip home. I wondered which of those coffins was hers. Horrible day, and even now it still hurts.

Back then there wasn’t a lot of recognition about the need for, and availability of, support groups and counseling and such. Is your son making use of any such support now? My cousin served two tours in Iraq as an interpreter and came home a lot different than when she went over. She expressed a need for, and appreciation for, time spent with others who had been there. I can only hope that everyone who wants or needs such support, is getting it.

Lea, I can understand how hard a day it is

We had the very sad experience, many years ago, of getting word that a dear friend of ours was MIA after a bombing attack overseas (the bombing of the US Embassy in Beirut). We held vigil at her family’s house for three days while they searched for survivors and victims, and worked to ID the survivors. This was pre-internet so answers didn’t come as quickly. When that knock came at the door, everyone in the house knew the search was over, and the result. I’ll remember that day forever. Glad you got the call, rather than the knock. And as odds would have it, today is the 30th anniversary of that Beirut event. Please tell your son that while political sentiments might change over time, a bunch of us thank him for his service and his sacrifice. Way too many of our brothers and sisters, sons and daughters, husbands and wives never come home after an event like that. Glad your son did.

Wayyyy to much trauma

I think I’m going to get a bucket of sand and just stick my head in it for awhile.. feed the unicorns left over jelly beans from Easter ….

Today is the 5th anniversary of my son’s IED attack in Iraq… he and another fella were wounde… his bestfriend and room mate died…. he is visiting the family today and Lance’s grave… always always a sad day for us… I am just so thankful I recieved a call from Dept of Defense…. and not a visit…. but my heart is so heavy for the families that do..

Last night was a little fun here in ne OK-NOT!

First of all let me say we are fine, just got internet back on and still no cell service, but here’s how it went.
Around here we head for bed between 8:30 and 9 pm because the two men have to get up at 4:30 am to go to work. Me I sometimes stay up a little later, but that was not the plan last night. I was tired and I wanted an early bedtime. It was not to be.
First of all we could not find Felicity Elizabeth (aka: Lizzie Borden) our little calico cat. The three of us looked for that furball for over two hours, inside and out. The lightening was starting and so was the rain by the time ds finally found her hiding in a dark corner of the office (which she’s not allowed in) under a small cloth covered table. I think she knew what was coming.
So about 11 we said good night and went to bed. Sleep had just settled in good when the phones all started shrieking at high pitch. We have NOAA weather alert aps on our phones because tornadoes often hit after bedtime in this area. Only nothing was really going on outside. So while dh started unplugging all the electrical components in this house—a big job with his love of electronics. I tried to watch local weather, the optional word here is tried. We are on satellite and well, the picture wasn’t coming in so good.
Ds opted to stay upstairs to try to get some sleep until, as he put it “the Mama alarm goes off” referring to my self preservation instinct where tornadoes are concerned kicks in. When there is one within 10 miles of us I start physically shaking.
I went ahead and got dressed, just in case, dh (and apparently I later learned ds) preferred to “wait and see”. As we watched the weather reports that kept saying it was going to miss us I lounged on the bed until all the sudden I couldn’t stop shaking.
I told dh to call ds and tell him to get to the basement NOW! Within seconds we could hear the roar of the winds coming across the pastures. I heard tree limbs cracking, and what sounded like a whole tree coming down as I fled the bedroom toward the basement.
Dh made a grab for the younger cats, but they scooted under the water bed where he couldn’t reach them.
Ds was at the basement stairs as I stepped out of our bedroom door—which is right at the basement door. How he got down there that fast I’m not certain. But he was there calling all the cats to join us. All the animals were already hiding under furniture, so none joined us.
All three phones were screaming at top volume again. Ds and I bolted down the stairs, but dh didn’t join us for what seemed like an eternity. He’d stopped to get dressed—we won’t go into what I had to say about that! That’s when we realized ds was standing there in a t-shirt, his underwear and a pair of black slip on shoes only. We NEVER see him in that state of undress, he is very modest. To quote his facebook post this morning” when limbs and hail are hitting your window and your phone is telling you to kiss your ass goodbye you are NOT going to take time out to look for pants.”
We stayed in the basement until well after midnight. Even after the winds died down, we stayed the guys watching me closely. Suddenly the shivering stopped and I called all clear. Then it was upstairs and to bed, after a quick look around to see if we could see any damage without going out into the 4” downpour that was coming down. It was too dark to see a thing.
The guys had to move numerous large branches off the ½ mile long driveway to leave this morning, but as far as they could see in the pre-dawn hours we had sustained no major damage.
Once the sun was up good I bundled up and went to do a walk around, Phone in hand to send the guys photos of any damage. That’s when I discovered I had no cell service. Mainly just downed branches, nothing to really get upset about. All the animals, except the peacock are accounted for and I think she’s on her roof nest where she was pretty sheltered last night, but since it was 80 degrees yesterday and is currently only 43 she won’t leave her infertile eggs (I gotta get that girl a man) for anything.
That is when I found my bright spot of the day in this all. Remember that tree we’ve been really worried about how to get down because there was no good way to fell it without someone getting hurt? The two guys had tied off the top of it one day to hopefully pull it away from the house, pool, and bird pens if it came down on its own. Well the top of it did and it fell EXACTLY where we wanted it to, well not exactly we are now minus a wooden yard bench—but it needed new wood for the seat anyway. The tree is now a straight trunk about 8 foot above the 5 foot fork of the tree and entirely manageable to take down without dropping it on one of the guys. Thank you Lord!
I still have no cell service, but I got my internet back, so life is good.