Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Hacked,Jacked and feeling out of whack

You hear about it every day. Some poor, naive person responds to an email request for personal information and then gets taken for everything they're worth. You shake your head in disgust at the scam artists but then take comfort in the fact that that will never be you. You're much too smart to fall for any of that.

So you continue on with your online shopping life, not terribly worried about evil befalling you, until you get denied for a $76 dollar purchase in the grocery store.
Embarassed and confused you finally figure out that it didn't matter that you were too smart to fall for the "Gimme your personal info scam" the scammers were smarter than you and hacked in to your Paypal account and bought some software and hardware for several hundred dollars WITH YOUR MONEY.

Fortunately, you report it in time and although you're incensed that this happened to you you get all your money back.

You change your passwords and immediately install updated anti-virus software but you're raw from this and don't shop online for awhile.

After a few months you decide to dip your toe in the pool. As it turns out the water is fine, so you dive in, resuming your online shopping as if there had never been an issue.

The years pass without incident until today when you try to log on to you eBay account. Upon typing in the password you know is correct you're denied access. You try twice more thinking perhaps you typed it wrong, to no avail. You then request eBay send you your user name and password. Nothing comes.

This is all so odd you decide to contact eBay.

Only to find someone has hacked in to your account. They're putting up auctions and charging fees to you like there was no tomorrow. You're not sure but they may have hacked in to your email account to re-route emails from eBay to themselves.

You are in a semi-panic because you've had this particular email address for a while and you don't want to shut it down.

eBay takes the fraudulent auctions down. You change all your passwords again and question whether or not you should close this particular email address but decide you're not quite ready. You change your eBay communications to another email address and hope that solves it.

But still you feel all weird and violated.

This was minor you keep telling yourself. It could have been much worse.

And it helps. Sort of.

But you want those hackers to know. "I've got my eye on you, bitches!"

And then... for the first time in your life start to think torture isn't such a bad thing.

Monday, April 20, 2009

Reading this might help save my marriage

I almost shanked my husband last night.

It was during a discussion, no let just call it what it was: an argument
about removing the safety guard rail that protects my son from falling from his top bunk.

You've probably already guessed that I'm opposed. At least at this particular time.

Yes my son is almost 6, but all it would take is one unconscious roll during slumber and bam he falls to the floor lands on his arm breaking it in two places or worse yet he lands on one of the wooden drawers underneath the bottom bunk that he and his sister always forget to close and cracks his noggin.

You see what I'm getting at here ?

Well the hubby did not. His stance was that my son wants to be a big boy and I'm not allowing him the chance to do that.

Ahem, so I'll spare you most of the gory details.

But what you do need to know is that as the argument labored on it got all kinds of ugly.

Me: I get that B would like to have it removed so he can feel like a big boy. He's a smart kid though. If I explain that I think he is a very big boy- it's just about keeping him safe he'll understand.

Hubby: Why don't you just put him in a bubble.

Me: Ok now you're just being stupid

Hubby: Even if he does fall he won't hurt himself

Me: You don't know that

Him: Ok get me some statistics on injuries from your computer

Me: I don't need to get you statistics. It's my son. There is nothing wrong with wanting to protect him. In fact it's my job.

Him: I'm taking it off on his birthday

Me: I'll put it back on

Him: You're gonna raise him to be a p_ssy.

Me: What the fuck did you just say to me ?

So how did all this end? It really didn't. Sure there were apologies at harsh words spoken but in the end neither of us were budging.

So I turn to you, dear internetz, for your thoughts. Am I being ridiculous? Is the hubby right ?

It's ok be honest. I promise not to shank you for doing so.

Uh... unless you disagree with me.

Monday, April 13, 2009

In memory of Maddie - Updated

Please take a moment to read Maddie's parents Mike and Heather's beautiful tributes to their little girl.

Returning from vacation this week, I was all set to post some silly, snarky post.

Then I checked email to find a post in which I learned that little Maddie Spohr, who I came to know and adore via her dad Mike's blog, passed away last week.

Words cannot express how shocked and heartbroken I am.

I at a loss.

Please, consider sending your condolences to her parents Mike and Heather:

Mike & Heather Spohr
11870 Santa Monica Blvd. #106-514
West Los Angeles, CA 90025

and consider donating to March of Dimes or donating via Paypal using the link below to help with their considerable medical and funeral expenses.

Lastly, please be kind to one another and enjoy your families.

I'll be unplugged this week in honor of Maddie and because posting anything else at this point just wouldn't feel right.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

On husbands and panty dropping

Yesterday afternoon after playing many unsuccessful April Fools Day pranks on me by phone I received a text picture (a pixt??) from hubby of what looked like a larger dog trying to have it's way with a smaller dog.

I could tell the picture was taken within moments of being sent and that it was taken right outside of his workplace. WTF?? I thought and tweeted as much.

But really if you know the Mr. this would not be out of character for him because he's a big old perv and sends me the raunchiest texts during the day. But those are usually about us or him and not dogs.

So I texted him back "I don't even want to know what's going on here" because the more I thought about it the more I questioned how it is that these dogs just decided to get busy right in front of his shop and how is it that he was right there at that moment to capture this picture and ... Ok yeah it's kind of funny but whatever, dogs humping just don't do it for me.

Minutes later I got a return text from hubby saying "It's mama and baby,too much cute".
The "too much cute" is a saying we adopted several years ago when we were in a store with our freshly popped out of the oven twins. The cashier, an incredibly nice Ukranian woman, fawned all over them and deemed them "too much cute". We loved that phrase and so it's been one those cutesy little things we say to each other. (I know, I know...please stop wretching)

I then decided to enlarge the picture, which I should have done in the first place, and realized it was a baby bulldog with the mom following closely behind. And it was "too much cute".

Looking at that picture, I had one of those moments were I thought, gawd, my husband is truly thoughtful. Where I forgot about the fact that he annoys me with his gas, and sings incredibly annoying songs in the morning while I'm getting ready because he knows it irritates the bejeezus out of me. I forgot that he doesn't cook and simply just got all gooey inside.

It's moments like that and the time when he texted me a rainbow he saw while driving over a bridge that are so sweet they just make me wanna rush home and drop my drawers.


C'mon you know it happens to you too. ' Fess up.

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