Update

This is just a quick post to say I'm still here. We got our money back within 8 days! Thank you Wesbanco. I thought you were the weird kid of the banking world, the one that sits in the corner and eats paste while all the cool kids are off playing. I had ended up with you because I have a thing about one of the cool kids and you were just there. I never expected much out of you, but you really outdid yourself! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!

I live in a sick house. The Man had bronchitis while we were penniless, Abbey had strep, and Aidan has a cold that just won't go away. Ugh. Now Abbey is coughing a terrible cough and she's starting with the fever again. I need to open the windows and let the air swirl all the germies out, but it's too freakin' cold. I hope it warms up soon!!

Well, that's it for now. Oh, I've been crocheting! Ah, blasphemy!!

F*&%#$@!

I was going to actually post about knitting since I have a FO to show you, but I'm too angry. Yesterday when we tried to buy pizza with our debit card, it was declined. Declined? We have plenty of money, run it again, we said. Nope, declined. I rushed to the internet to look up our account and...yep, someone stole our card number and spent ALL OF OUR MONEY. No, that doesn't cut it. Spent more money than we have because our bank gives us an additional $500 credit buffer on our account. Oh the fuckers!!!! I can't believe it. First, we don't go anywhere but the same old places and we don't use our card online*(paypal, baby), so how they got it is beyond me. But I know that they are sneaky little bastards and probably scanned the magnetic strip when we walked past them at the grocery store or some other crazy unbelievable shit like that. They had quite a spree as they toured the gas stations and Walgreens of southern Florida. There is no way to express in words the anger that I feel. Everything falls short. The worst is not being able to do anything yet because it's the weekend. We called and cancelled our cards, not that it helped because they had already spent everything, and now we wait until Monday to see what the bank is going to do. And of course, it's a Mastercard not a Visa, so that groovy little superhero commercial they play about getting all your money back doesn't help me. And, I wrote checks on Friday using the money I thought I had. Ugh, I'm a wreck.

Bring on the rice crispies treats.

*I don't think the internet is really all that dangerous anyways. Everything is on secure servers and buried in layers of encryption and damn hard to get to. In the real world, all somebody has to do is get a hold of your card number using some low tech device or technique and you're screwed. Hell, I can get the credit card number for every person that shops at my store just by clicking the right buttons (altough they have made it harder for clerks to do that lately). The world is full of dishonest people that will do anything to get the easy way out. And even if it's not "full", it doesn't take but a few to fuck the rest of us.

Hip chicks

It's Women's History Month! Did you know that? I did not know that until the people from Planned Parenthood sent me an e-mail (along with the 20 other e-mails they send me everyday!)! Last month I read this book (I think the HBO movie "Iron-Jawed Angels" was based on it) and was surprised by it's contents. At my school, the whole women win the right to vote was kind of glossed over. I didn't know how hard our fore-mothers had to fight! They were arrested. They were beaten! I didn't know!! I was ignorant, but not anymore! If you're ignorant, please read that book! Okay, I'm off my horse now.

Smother me with syrup, I'm done.

Clarity

I just thought I should clarify, for the"record", why I call my husband The Man. He's a cop. He's also in the Air National Guard. (*Note: this is way more information than he would ever want me to share. He's very paranoid.) We both lean pretty far to the left on a lot of issues and that usually doesn't go well with his chosen profession. I think it's funny that he is so far away from what most people think of as "the man", yet he is "the man". He is also my personification (ooh, big words) of the archetypal man that society tells us we all need to find. (Look here, and here, and even here for examples.) So to me he is not only my man, but The Man. So, for future reference, if I am not calling him something derogatory, my husband is The Man.

Now, being a cop's wife you would think that I would have all kinds of crazy-ass stories to tell, right? Well, I do. But most of them involve drunk people in some sort of undress and they all tend to blend together after awhile. People are just generally stupid when they have had too much to drink. And they like to take off their clothes. And then get in the car and drive somewhere. And then hit 2-3 parked cars while they are out. And go to jail NAKED! You get the picture. They probably don't have this problem in New York or Chicago where most people walk instead of drive. Maybe there they run naked into the street to hail a taxi. But I bet they are better looking.

Poke me in the belly like the Pillsbury Doughboy, I'm done.