American Dreams II: Lies Sweat and Tears of How my American Dream Became A Nightmare

I love watching 60 minutes. I have been watching 60 minutes since I was about 12 or 13. I have always loved watching real journalism and thought that the News was just AMAZING. I loved watching the Nightly News with Tom Brokaw. I loved LOVE Mike Wallace and Tom Brokaw. I used to admire Katie Couric, but lost a lot of respect for her, as she is less a journalist and more a celebrity in my opinion. My mom used to think it was odd that I would prefer to watch the news over Cartoons as a child. But, I loved the news. So, When I bought a house in 1999, I never thought it would or should have been a 60 minute expose, but I honestly thought I had watched the horror story on 60 minutes before and never thought it would happen to me. Let me tell you my dear reader what happened.

 Let me take you back to 1997, for just a bit so you see what was going on in my life.
We had moved to Deming NM with the promise that we would live in the same home as his parents for three months then move to a rented home or apartment, or somewhere in town that was not in the same home as his parents, but I knew that for three months we were to live in Deming New Mexico with his parents.
 We got through the first month, although I had utterly HATED NM. Visiting was fine but living... UH UH. NOWAY. So, The first pay check came. Shocker, people, the pay check was 2,000 dollars LESS Than what was promised in the Contract, yes the signed and written contract. Breech of contract you would say? Well, lets put it this way, in Deming New Mexico when you are not a member of a tough Mexican Gang, or not a Banker, or not a big Wig Doctor, you are a pee on and nothing, and it is literally, the Wild. West. And that is what happened to my X and I. We were in a situation where we were lied to and we were screwed. We tried coming back to Utah but his position in Utah as a Teacher was filled and so, he decided with my push to go into the US Border Patrol. He had ALWAYS wondered what it would be like to be an Agent, he was already in the Military as a National Guard Specialist, and so if ANYTHING Drill Camp was harder than Academy, but hard but, you know, in a different way. He had always wanted to be in Law Enforcement and was always really athletic and needed to do something to support us. He went into get an interview and they very quickly gave him a position int eh Academy. I was in the same time had major surgery. I had consulted with my Dr and on November 1st of 1999 we not only had to move in to our first home (after two years of living with his parents!!!) We had to move and I had surgery all in the same day. The day after the Surgery, I was supposed to be in the hospital for 5 days after the surgery. It was pretty major stuff, I got a woman who was in charge of Quality Control in the hospital sitting on my bed. "Dena. I tried calling the Insurance Company and they said you are not covered and this was not approved" No, That is not true, I had just spoke with my Dr and the Insurance Company the day before and they both had said that I was covered, everything was good to go. She, this woman, Nina Bolton (??)  was just ... A total biatch. As soon as I left the hospital which what she did was illegal people. She called me back and told me she was wrong. By then I was so tired and in such pain I did not want to be there. My X was moving and I had no where to go but sit on a couch at friends house and all of her kids were sick and I go the bug. Well, a couple of months later, and I was in my home, with out my X because he was in US BP Academy, I heard water gushing. I looked through the house. Our house was big and I loved it. It had an upstairs and down stairs kitchen. The downstairs kitchen had literally a river flooding it. A pipe broke.
 I immediately called my insurance company. They said they would get someone to come out and look at the damage. I was assured not  a problem. This is where my problem began.
 We had to find where the damage or broken pipe was coming from.  Well, this is where things got really crazy. Do you have an hour? Literally. This is going to take a long time and I will tell you, nay, warn you my dear reader, you will need to pop pop corn and get yourself a large coke a cola. This is literally what happened. So, I have a bathroom in the upper part of the house. The bathroom was near to my bed room and we had never been able to get the tub to work right. I mean, it would drain very slowly. So, Where the water was coming from, it was in the North and East part of the house and the Down stairs kitchen was in the South and West side of the house, we (my X father in law and I) thought, lets start in the bathroom. We took up the carpet, and had to cute the base floor board. The ground there was soaking wet, and so we were trying to figure out how the heck it was broken. It was a main waterline. So, I with my little 18 month old dug a hole that was about 6 feet deep, and four feet wide. We were trying to find the main water line. We saw the that tub water, when drained went south and West... but where? where did the water go? And where was the main water? upon digging literally tons of dirt, I then found a bunch of metal pipes under a slap of concrete. on the Western part of the house. I went to the county records and asked about my house. I was told I was the third owner by the seller. The seller was also the homeowner, which was not disclosed to me at all. Not to mention that the inspector of the home was best friends of the Home owner and his family and was not available to talk to because he was trying to become Senator of the state, and so he was too busy to talk to me unless I was 1)Voting for him 2) giving him a butt load of money for his campaign.
His name ironically was John Smith.
 I forgot the prior home owners name. Another thing that I found out in the County records was that my home was 900 sq ft, and was built in 1940.
 Well this was strange. Because the county records was completely off! My home was in fact sitting on 5 acres. but my home was 2,800 sq ft. and we bought it for a steal at 75,000 Dollars.
 Then I found this out. One of the county inspectors came to our home because I told him there was a big discrepancy in where the septic tank was. The records showed the septic tank to be several yards behind my house to the West, and that the house was sitting on concrete slab with a kitchen, one bedroom a living room and bathroom. Well, that was half accurate. It also showed that the house was upgraded in 199's with a new kitchen. Oh, OK. So why did I have 1950 flooring in the kitchen, who knows. Well, the inspector had not come out to the house in years because he said... Wow! This home has completely changed!! It is not 900 sq ft!
 Not only that, he said that the bathroom and he showed me where the break came from... Under the the bathroom tub and to the West and a little North was a concrete slab and where the old bathroom used to be. There was all the piping. But, here is the kicker. It was at one point on the outside of the house and to update the  house and move the bathroom inside, they took concrete and slabbed it right ontop of the pipes and built over it. they did not bother re-piping the house and oh, btw. You said you have a brand new septic tank? Well, t is illegal. Knowing all this no one not one person wanted to touch this home, the inspector was grievous, slamming with hundreds of dollars of violations and even said I illegally bought the house from the home owner who since the day we bought the house (his parents built it) split and no one knew where he was nor how to reach him. Since I am the now home owner, It was my responsibility and we had to fix it. The dirty waste water, not toilet waste, was going to the original septic tank, which was illegally dug up by a man in Deming who refused to help me because he was the Roto Rooter man now and was not Roto Rooter back when he did it and he said he did not want to touch the house because he was friends with the prior owner.
Well because the Roto Rooter man would not give me help and no one could come for MILES I could not claim on my Insurance. Oh, yeah, and the insurance guy said it was also because of how the other home owners remodeled the home : You know illegally.  Also, through the mist of all this. being friends with the big wigs in town, one John Smith, was approached by my X Father in Law. My X father in Law was an Art Teacher and worked at the night audit in the Deming First Bank. He was at a party (where they were serving alcohol and the bank President allowed Teenagers to have a few glasses of Rum Punch and when confronted by me: Who is also the Mayor of the Town... Mayor Baca... He just smiled in this... I am better than you way... Leave me Alone way... You know that smile people give... Anyway... Yeah... Alcohol served to Minors at a Bank Party... In the after noon... Well, My Father in Law walked up to John Smith and said ... You know that house that you did the appraisal on and that you inspected and signed your name to... The one on Fransisco Way... There are big problems there. John Smith replied, "I just signed that thing helping you, You know,Rex, I did you a huge favor. That house should have been condemned years ago." (Pray Tell... Favor?!?!)
 Well, That was not all.
      The septic tank that was old and not really there, was behind a 150 year old home that was built waaaay back when the rail road came through the city. It was abandoned. there were three other homes behind our home on our property that needed to have either fixing up or flattened. The septic tank was behind the original home and the old abandoned home that was really not there, so there was a cesspool, because the septic tank was dug up illegally and tossed out and a new one was put in the west and South part of the house. We happened to find it, and we found out that that was illegally put in. To make it legal, a county inspector needed to come out, watch it get dug up, find the serial number on it, cover it and pay the digger and inspector. Well, I knew someone with a back hoe and was willing to come out and do it, and the inspector was of course always willing to take my money, I then found that there was another thing wrong that was a difficult task. How to re-pipe the clean water waste and concrete the cesspool where the old tank was supposed to have been out of commission. The hard one was the fact that we by the time this came all into play, I moved to AZ because the kids needed to be near their dad. He had graduated from Academy (After 6 moths) The third problem was because of the fact that the person that made the house bigger was not a good constructor, he added a sun roof to the house. It was a nice sun roof but, because he did not know who to do it well, when it rained, it slowly leaked into our game room and one day, the roof on that area caved in.  we had to re roof the entire house, find the leak, make sure that it never EVER happened again, install new ceiling in the house.
 I loved the house despite  all the problems. I hated Deming New Mexico. I had a strong disliking for some of the people that lived there. When I moved the kids to AZ, I did end up having to sell the house. It did take me 3 years to sell, and it took a huge hard time trying to sell it but I did sell it. What I did was this.
 I put it in a paper in Southern AZ and in southern NM. I said "This home is not for First Time Buyers. It is a Must See to Love Home" and I put my name and number. I did not get a call for the first week. I did not try to sell it before 2002. We just let it sit and paid the Mortgage and was never a day late on it. But, I knew we needed to sell it and I would go to the home a lot especially when things were bad with my X and I. It was a good excuse to not go to AZ, I had to sell the home :)
  Well, The first few weeks there was nothing. Then one day I got a phone call from a lady saying that she was leaving her husband. I said, Well, if you are up for a job, this is your home. She said tell me about it. I said, Why don't you come out and visit me and look at the home and we can talk about it." She liked that idea. Her husband was a Rancher from Douglas AZ and she was closer to the NM Side and she loved horses. She was raising a few of her own Thoroughbreds for Showing and Racing and needed LOTS of room. We walked around the out side of the home at first. She noticed we had a corral and not a bad one. We had access to water to it too, and she saw the homes in the back could easily be moved off the property. The land could easily be divided, and there were city plans to come and ask me if they could buy some of my land for an access road. They knew I was pissed off at them because the Mayor and I had a confrontation about the Alcoholic Teenagers and the Underage Drinking Problem I had repeatedly tried to address with him about, and the fact that I tried to ask him Why in God's Universe would he when upon seeking re-election did he ALWAYS go to Mexico with his caravan of people, shop at the "Pink Store" order Margaritas in Mexico and Announce his Candidacy there in Mexico and NOT IN USA where he was living? Oh yeah and My confrontation with the School District Superintendent about the fact that he allowed his Principals to lie, allowed the Mexican Kids who were not legally supposed to be going, bully my son and even a 10th Grader beat the snot of my 5 year old and the Bus Driver did nothing about it, The Teachers allowed the White kids to be picked on. Oh yeah, and I asked him once why the heck did he steal money from the Federal Government for allowing Illegals to come to school
, Bus Drivers drove to Mexico to get kids, and they US Government had no idea that the Diversity was coming illegally. So, needless to say, The Deming City Counsel were more than happy to not ask me if they could build a road and buy some of my land, I knew though, It was a matter of time. I ever talked to a City Planner and a City Surveyor. They both showed me the plans for a new road, and it went right through my land. Well, I warned the woman about it, but said that they would give her a huge chunk of change and since land was cheap she could get more land south and East of Deming and Dang that land was pretty rich. She liked that idea. Then the house. I told her everything about it. I told her ALL The things I loved and All the thing sI could not fix up. But all the things that were wrong and I fixed, I told her about it. She actually had a back hoe and a Concrete Maker! She knew EXACTLY what she would do with the land. She was like me and loved the huge trees on the land, loved my Basketball court I made the kids and LOVED the Berry Bushes that the Jack rabbits tried to eat but being that I shot them and my dog Bear hate rabbits and ate them... They never came around, so berries grew very well in my property. Well, she went a few weeks scared and not sure and sometimes calling me and telling me she did not want to by the house, but in the end, she bought it. She bought it for 110K and We bought a house for 120K, and with Taxes, etc etc etc We ended up having a payment of less than 106K on a NEW HOME with No problems and still the same size: 2,800 sq ft.I not only sold that one on my own and walked her through it and helped her, I bought the other one with no problems and knew exactly what to do and knew the terms I wanted on the home.
   I have to say... Lucky me for even selling. Normally homes like that people would just walk away. Not me. I had to do the best with what I had, even with the Town's freaks trying to cover up whatever it was they did not want me to know. Apparently the original owner of the town split and was being sought after for money that appeared to be stolen from his Department in the City that he worked for. I heard he moved to OK or Kansas. I do not know where he actually went. But he split out of town and fast. He used his power in the City Counsel to remodel his home that his parents gave him and the home that he grew up in.
 Deming New Mexico is a town typical of Corruption, lies and people that get away with all kinds of things. I think it is because it s far off the beaten path and the Government does not want to bother with NM. (A very Corrupt State in USA)
 Well Stay Tuned for part Three people... The next one is a doosey.