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Checking and Double-checking the Checking? Check!

So, yesterday, in the wee morning hours, I was doing some online banking. It’s my favorite time to do this, because the house is quiet and I can think without being interrupted. My plan was to get in and get out, do my daily checking of the accounts and then get to bed.

Imagine my surprise when something jumped out at me. There it was: on one of my checking accounts, an unauthorized charge. First of all, I knew something was wrong, because this was an account I don’t even really use anymore. I keep it open as a back-up, and it’s a valid account, but it’s not the main one we use.

My mind started racing. I can count on one finger the number of actual real checks I write on a monthly basis, and I’m really careful to do that out of the proper check book. As I’m clicking on the handy little online image of the cancelled check, I’m frantically trying to piece this all together. How did this happen? This charge amount makes no sense! What could it be?

The scanned copy of the check is really hard to read and looks totally fake, and I waste no time in calling the contact number for the bank. Will they be open!? How can I sleep if they’re not open!? Why do I do my online banking in the wee morning hours!? I’m zooming in on the check-image when a representative gets on the line.

A live person is really there!  Yay!

I’m trying to remain calm, but I can’t stop shaking. How did this happen? We cross-shred every piece of paper that leaves this house if it has any identifiable information on it. We’re very careful with the information we share online and never enter information into non-secure websites (I ALWAYS look for the little s after the http…_) Not to mention, I haven’t actually used this account in years, and I’ve NEVER used it online.

The representative could read the company name on the check and the phone number. It was indeed, a fraud. Someone had used my information without my knowledge or consent.

I couldn’t breath.

I started to panic but then I got myself under control. We’d caught it.  Whatever was going on, we’re aware of it now.

Her voice was so calm and reassuring. She was so business-like and took charge of the situation. She called the number with me on the line. I nearly laughed out loud when I was told what the charges were actually for. Without going into some fun googleable descriptions, let’s just say that I am an “adult,” but I don’t find this particular situation to be a very enjoyable form of “entertainment.” ;)

*ahem*

Of course, the place we’d called “was just a billing agency.” But they would cancel the charges (or something like that), and either way, the bank was doing their own investigation. Hopefully, all the charges to my account will be refunded and we can put this mess behind us.

*fingers crossed*

In the meantime, my account is frozen and I’m being issued another one. It’s a good thing I have another one to use in the meantime! I called all of the Credit Bureau Agencies to issue a Fraud Alert on my social security number. An investigation has been launched, and there’s not much more I can do.

Just to add insult to injury, I’m not sure how I could have prevented all this.

I mean…I’m already vigilant with our accounts. I already shred every piece of documentation we no longer need. Our home networks are secure. Nearly every statement we get is online and encrypted, so that people can’t steal them from the postal mail. The same goes for “real” checks. All of our monthly bills are paid online and through a different account.

And, it just doesn’t even make sense. The funniest thing about it is that they got my name spelled right on the fake check. NO ONE spells my name right.

Leave it to the criminals…  :)

I did a search on Google while on the phone with the representative, and I’m not the only one who has fallen victim to this company. I’m not going to share the name right now until the investigation is over, but if you’re curious, leave me a comment and I’ll email the info to you.

I just feel so violated.

It could have been a lot worse.  The charges were relatively small…but still. I feel like I’ve done what I can do to protect myself and this *still* happened.

It gives me some comfort knowing that however this happened was probably just computer generated. I really doubt a real person singled me out.

But I can’t help but wonder.

And, how ironic is it that I just posted about keeping my identity veiled! If I wasn’t such a big fan of irony, I’d be pretty upset. ;)

So…what can you do?

Utilize your state’s free credit report program if they have one. (We do that once a year.)

Double-check your online accounts item by item. (I already do that nearly every day – every other day if I’m super busy. I’m having trouble not checking them every 30-minutes now.)  ;)

Contact the Credit Bureaus to put a Fraud Alert on your credit report if you suspect any foul play. (Been there, done that. It’s actually a really quick process.)

For your convenience, should you find yourself in this situation, here is the contact information you will need. (Each one says they’ll alert the other, but I’m too much of a perfectionist to just sit around and hope that happens. And, if you don’t think I have a paper-trail indicating the time and dates of everything regarding this entire mess, you’d be sadly mistaken. I’m sorry. Something about having my account information breached squashes the casual right out of my perfectionism.) ;)

Credit Bureau Fraud Departments

TransUnion
800-680-7289
Website

Equifax
800-525-6285
Website

Experian
888-397-3742 (just rang and rang, so I did it online)
Website

I just have to continue to be vigilant, take a deep breath, and get on with my day. Everything will work out, and I’m just hoping that this will all be rectified soon.  In fact, just writing about this has made me calmer already!

I’m a pretty optimistic and positive person most of the time, but I’ve never been an “oh, that really can’t happen to me” kinda gal. I really do try to expect the best, but I keep a plan to handle the worst in my back pocket.

I just hate having to use it. ;)

Today is Day 8 of 30 in the NaBloPoMo Challenge! Check it out and/or join in the fun! Calming down from a minor panic attack AND completing a post for Day 8? Done!

Naughty, Naughty, TiVO

What is wrong?  Why are you acting this way?  That’s it!  You get into that time-out corner right now.

[sets timer]

[timer goes off]

Okay, now come here.

Tell me what you did wrong and why you’re in time-out.

Yes, you decided to just disregard all of the Season Passes I had loaded.

That was not very nice of you.

Do you know how long it took me to get everything just the way we wanted it on that list!?  No!?  Well, I’ll tell you!  A LONG TIME.  Years.  Yes, years.

Yes, you decided to just stop recording shows, and you’ve decided that any shows added by the “searching by title” method are not really valid.  And, just to be sneaky, you pretended like everything was okay, but then you didn’t really put them in the To Do List.  Did you?  No, you did not.

And, just to make me a little crazier, you would recognize shows I added directly from The Guide, but then you’d double the listing in the Season Pass Manager…one of which was right and one of which was wrong.  Oh goody!  Do you know how cumbersome and aggravating that is!?  You’re just lucky I figured out how to get the shows added again.

*sigh*

Look at me.

I am so disappointed in you.
I’ve done nothing but praise you to all my friends.  All my family.  All the time.

Because of you, my life has been so much easier.  Well, until the last few days, that is.  In fact, I’ve forgotten what time and day shows are actually on, because I haven’t had to care about that for so long.  For years, you were so reliable.  I’d come downstairs and see what was waiting for me in my Now Playing List.

You made life so simple…until you made it so complicated.

I’m just not sure what I’m going to do with you.

You’re lucky that I’m just OCD-enough to re-enter all the Season Passes without going completely crazy.

Will you do it again?

You’re sorry?

Yes, I still love you.
Yes, I’ll always love you.

Now, come here and give me a kiss.

[smooch]

Now, go play.

But, I’m watching you…so don’t let it happen again.

Or, it’s straight to the time-out corner again, and this time, I’ll be taking away your favorite toy, too.

If I wasn’t such a big fan of irony, I’d be pretty upset…

Well, we have been planning a little family camping get-away to the mountains.  The plan is to leave on Friday morning and be at the primitive campsite (no “facilities”…but that’s okay!) for one night, just a few hours from home, enjoying all the mountains have to offer.  This is going to be Claire’s first real camping trip!  I’m so excited!

And, you know how I’ve been complaining about the heat?  We’ve been baking and broiling here.  The cooler temps in the mountains will be a welcomed relief.

So, imagine my surprise when I check out my online news station and am greeted by this lovely report:  “Summer Snow Storm Expected Friday!”

What!?  You’ve got to be kidding me!?  I mean, I’ve been begging for it to be cooler around here, but this is ridiculous!

I hate being a slave to the weather.  I hate plans that hinge on a good weather day.  Don’t get me wrong, I love plans that involve good weather, but I hate the thought of changing plans because it may or may not rain.  Or snow.  In frickin’ August.  Hello!?  It’s STILL SUMMER.  NO SNOW ALLOWED.

Too hot.  Too cold.  I’m way too hard to please, apparently.

So, what to do…what to do?

Well, I could shake my tiny fists at the sky, but that won’t do much.  My crystal ball is broken, and to be honest, it never really gave good advice anyway.  So, we’ve decided to do a game-time decision tomorrow.  Unless the weather sources look really really gross and nasty tonight, and then we’ll call it tonight.

Bummed.  I’m so bummed.  I wanted to take Claire camping…but the only thing worse than trying to have fun camping when it’s cold and rainy (believe me…I’ve been there!!) is trying to keep a toddler happy while camping when it’s cold and rainy.

No.
Thank.
You.

So, I’m trying to be positive about the whole thing.  There will be better weekends to go camping.  We’ve decided to have a fabulous family day on Saturday anyway.  Or maybe the forecast is wrong!  Maybe the storm will slip one way or the other or dissipate altogether!

What?  Stranger things have happened…like when it snowed in May.

Hmpf.  Bad example.

*sigh*

Tasty Treats

The neighbors on either side of us have dogs. To the west, we have big, gentle George. He only barks when he’s supposed to. To the east, we have two little yippy dogs, that we lovingly refer to as Tasty Treats. ;)

When I was pregnant with Claire, I worked from home. The dogs to the east of us would yip constantly, for hours at a time. Then, there was one day that these little tasty treats barked NON-STOP from before 8am to well after 10pm. NON-STOP. They are the kind of dogs that only bark at two things: things that move and things that don’t.

I love dogs. Honestly, I do. But, I can only handle so much.

At 10:12pm I snapped. As the pregnancy hormones raged through my body and the barking rang through my ears I found the phone and called every number we had for the neighbors. Every call went to voicemail. I left two rather disturbing messages, one on the home phone and one on one of their cell phones. Although I made my point very clear, I was careful not to swear or actually threaten the lives of their dogs, but I was *this close.*

The neighbors apologized.
Profusely.
They kept the dogs inside for the rest of the summer.
They’ve been much better since and have been really pretty good for the last three years.

Until last night.

I’m not sure what happened last night, but it wasn’t pretty. Who can sleep with the constant high-pitched barking? Are the neighbors not even home?? And, if so, how can they ignore this!? No, there are no pregnancy hormones flowing this time, but all this senseless barking conjured up all kinds of wrathful thoughts from the past. Plus, trying to sleep while dogs bark continuously during the night makes my blood boil.

So, in honor of our tossing and turning last night, here is a Haiku dedicated to the little Tasty Treats that live next door to us. Their stature belies their noise level. How can something so small and dainty be so frickin’ loud??

Yip, YAP, Yip, Yip, YAP!
We hope the fox eats you both.
Please stop the barking!

It is quiet today. I can only hope that somewhere there is a fox with a full belly.

I’m kidding! That would be horrible.

Right?

;)

But her hair is more wavy than mine

It’s still hot.

The heat is breaking records left and right.  Oh, goody!

The heat makes both of us grumpy and a tad bipolar…we’re both in really good moods unless we’re not.  ;)

It’s days like this that remind me of that famous poem:

There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good,
She was very good indeed,
But when she was bad she was horrid.

– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

If you ask Claire, the above poem is about me.
I tend to think it’s about her.

Perhaps we’re both right.

But, because there’s no humidity with our heat (thank goodness!!), there are no curls present on either of our foreheads…  :)

Fancy Schmancy Sheets

The shorter version of this story is at the end. In the meantime, here is the long version:

My hubby and I were at the store looking for a swimming pool for Claire. Earlier, I’d mentioned to him that I wanted to get new sheets for the guest room, as we are going to have a whole houseful of people, and I’m tired of the old ones in there. He pooh-pooh’d the idea, rolling his eyes and saying we didn’t need fancy sheets. The ones in there are good enough. They’re in good condition, so I agreed with him. I just wanted to get new ones if we found a good deal.

Now, for the record, I personally don’t care about the quality of the sheets in guest rooms that I frequent. I’m thankful for a bed. And sheets. They don’t have to be a certain thread-count. In fact, the sheets on our own bed aren’t of a super high-end quality. They’re soft and convenient and match the color scheme in the room.

As a wedding gift, we received a really nice set of satin sheets. We were both madly in love with them, but over the years, they wore out and have gone the way of the rag bag. And, in the winter, I put flannel sheets on our bed, because there isn’t anything better than nice snuggly flannel sheets on a cold winter’s night. Really nice sheets are just so expensive…and it’s a luxury that just isn’t on the top of our priority list.

So anyway, we’re in Target (pronounced Tar-jay in my head…just so you know), and we’ve found the perfect swimming pool. We didn’t spend nearly what we thought we were going to have to spend, so we decided to go ahead and splurge on a new set of guest sheets.

Claire had to use the potty, so while we were doing that, my hubby went in search of guest sheets.

When we were done, we saw him wandering around the Bedding Aisle. My hubby comes up to me with a Queen Set in his hand. “Look at these!” he says, showing me an awesome 450-count sheet set. “They are on a super-sale, and these are the last Queen Set!”

“Um, the guest bed is a Full…we have a Queen,” I said, admiring the fancy set.

“I know! Let’s see if we can find something similar in a Full for the guest room!” He was so excited. All of a sudden, he was singing a different tune. All of a sudden, getting new sheets wasn’t such a bad idea. “Feel these!! You have to feel these!” he said, unzipping the package so I could feel the luxurious softness. I’m not sure I should admit in a public forum just how excited he was at having nice sheets.

“Okay, show me where you found these,” I said, on a new mission.

“Well, that’s the thing. These were on a weird end-cap, and I’m having trouble finding a Full Set. Some are on sale, and some aren’t. This whole section is so confusing.”

So, I start searching. In the 300-count section, I happened upon a little notice from the management of Target. A certain style of 450-count sheets is gone, and they are to do an automatic substitution for a different style of 450-count sheet. Yes, this notice was in the 300-count section.

Still, I found a Full Set of 300-count and took it to the automatic scanner to see if it would ring up properly with the killer-sale price. It didn’t. It was ringing up as full-price.

Hmm. So, I found someone to help me. As I was talking to her, I found the 450-count display indicated in the little note that had been incorrectly posted in the 300-count section. They were marked at full-price. I found a Full Set and scanned it. It wasn’t coming up with the sale price indicated on the little note.

This clerk understood the situation, but she had no power to fix it. She got the manager to help me. This is when I started to feel like I was trapped in an alternate reality.

“I think your Automatic Substitution Notice is in the wrong section,” I said to the manager. “These are not ringing up as the sale price, but I think it’s because they are 300-count and not 450-count,” I said, pointing to the 300-count version. “And, these are ringing up as full-price, because they aren’t in the section with the little note,” I said, holding up the 450-count version.

“Well, it’s against store policy to move those notices once they are posted…” she said, obviously not understanding what I was saying.

“Even if it’s posted in the wrong place?” I asked.

“The notices have to apply to the shelves where they are posted,” she said again, still not getting it.

“I understand that,” I said, trying to be patient. “The notice is for 450-count, and all of these…” I said while gesturing to all of the 300-count sets. “…are 300-count. They’re not 450-count, so they won’t ring up at the 450-count sale price.”

“Ummm…”
Blank look.
Lots of blinking.
No comprehension, whatsoever.

“Someone put the sign in the wrong place,” I said again, wondering if I was actually speaking out loud and in English. “The 450-counts are in a different place,” I said again, this time walking her toward the end-cap again. “See? These are 450-count mentioned on the notice, but there is no special sign, and they are labeled as full-price, and because they don’t have the Automatic Substitution Notice posted here, they won’t ring up as the sale price.”

“And, you want the correct set at the sale price?”

“Yes, please,” Duh. (I didn’t say that last part out loud…but come on! No, I’d like the incorrect set at the full price. Geez.)

Was this so hard to understand? The store was closing in 45-minutes and today was the last day of the sale. Far be it from me to let this awesome sale-price go. I was prepared to go another round with her, but she surprised me by pulling the actual sign off of the 300-count shelf and handing it to me. “Pick the 450-count you want and take this sign to the register with you,” she said. She then gave me her name and said, “Tell them I said it was okay.”

Rock.
On.

So, the next day, I washed the sheets in anticipation of not only putting them on the guest bed and admiring how nice and luxurious it will be for our guests…but also how happy my hubby would be at such nice sheets on our bed.

But, to my dismay, they came out of the dryer so wrinkly! I even tried the Wrinkle Release Setting (which has yet to fail me), and they were still too wrinkly for my liking. My modest lower thread-count and a blend-of-whatever sheets never had this problem! Paying extra for sheets that require extra work just seems wrong to me…

Yes, they’re sheets. Yes, people hardly pay attention. Yes, I doubt anyone would really notice wrinkly sheets. I’m not even sure if any of the guest rooms I’ve stayed in had wrinkly sheets because I usually fall into bed exhausted. But, in this case, I’m making the bed, so I’d know they were wrinkly. I didn’t get a super good quality sheet (granted, they were on sale) to have the bed look unkempt.

Hmpf.

Which brings us to the short version of the above story:

I ironed the sheets.
And now you know I’m crazy.
The End.

At least it’s a dry heat

Complaining about the weather makes me feel like a big ol’ wussy. Well, wussy or not…it’s hot. Yes, it’s a dry heat. Yes, it would be worse if the humidity was high as well. Still…hot is hot. (And, after I post this, a cold-front will move through for sure…)

And, it’s days like this that I need to remind myself that we don’t have it that bad here. I mean, when we were headed home from our most recent trip to the Midwest, the area we left was in upper 80s/lower 90s + really high humidity. As we were driving across the plains, headed westward, the outside temperature reached triple digits. By the time we stopped at a rest area in our home state, the temps were hovering just below 100 (degrees, Fahrenheit). But, it seemed 15 to 20 degrees COOLER because of the lack of humidity. And, comparatively, it didn’t seem *that* hot. Comparatively being the operative word. ;)

And, I need to remind myself that I love the mountains and this dry climate. The dry climate spares us from the suffocating humidity, and the mountains serve as a respite from the brutal sun. As soon as the evening sun starts to settle behind them, the temperature starts to drop. We know that if we can just make it to that point, things will start to get cooler. It’s not like the Midwest where a hot and muggy day becomes a hot and muggy night. There is relief…if we can just make it to that point.

And, I need to remind myself that we are fortunate to live in a house that keeps its temperature rather well. We have large trees that help shade the house and yard. We have cathedral and vaulted ceilings on the main level, so that helps with pulling the hot air away from the living space. Strategic ceiling fans keep the air moving. The lower level always remains cool.

Last year, we installed an attic fan. When it gets hot like this, once the outside temperature drops below the inside temperature, we turn that on to clear out the attic and pull the rest of the hot air out of the house. It’s kinda loud, but it works like a charm. We don’t have air-conditioning, and we really don’t need it, and when I’m not in the midst of a heatwave, I whole-heartedly agree with that statement. My hubby hates air-conditioning. He hates being cooped up in a hermetically-sealed house. And, if we can just get through the few weeks a year without complaint, we’ll be fine. We can’t justify the expense at this point…especially when we really don’t *need* it. (And, it’s at times like this that every fiber in my being groans when I type this out loud.)

The truth is, it’s a couple weeks. If that. It’s not all summer, and the rest of the package deal far outweighs this minor inconvenience. Bath-towels are dry approximately 3.5 seconds after you hang them up. You can actually feel clean and dry after taking a shower. Life in low humidity is a good thing around here.

But, I’m cranky when it’s hot. I’m jealous of my hubby who gets to sit in a meat-locker of an office all day freezing to death. He begrudgingly installed a window air-conditioner unit in my home office last year, because I was still working from home, and moving my office downstairs where it was cooler just wasn’t an option. We haven’t even gotten that out this year. Yet. ;) Claire and I are very mobile now. I’m typing this on my hubby’s computer on the lower level. Claire is playing on the lower level. It’s cool down here. We’re happy when it’s cool. Down here is where we like to be.

When Momma ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy.
So, it’s good that this makes Momma happy.
;)

The challenge now is the fact that the TV is on this level. Normally, we don’t let Claire watch more than an hour of TV a day. That’s usually easy, because the massive TV in our entertainment room is out-of-sight out-of-mind during the day. Right now, she’s watching an episode of Sesame Street while I write. We’re both cool. We’re both happy. When this episode is over, the TV will be switched off and we’ll both try to ignore it’s brain-sucking gaze as we play with other things. Or, I’ll cave and she’ll watch another episode of Sesame Street. There are worse things, I suppose. The heat will be over soon, and then I’ll be able to complain about something else.

Speaking of which, I need to work on not complaining. I know this. Life is no fun when you allow the little irritating things take over your mood. I know this. But, it’s so hard! (Said with my best impression of a whining toddler.) ;)

The last time I checked, my hubby wasn’t responsible for the weather, but I find myself taking it out on him. He comes home and is all, “ahhh, it’s so nice to be out of the deep freeze! How was your day?” and I’m all trying not to kill him with my laser beam eyes. ;) So, I don’t really “complain” as much as I leave little piles of ashes scattered around the house. :)

So there ya have it. I’m hot. I’m cranky. But, I love it here. Really, I do. I just need to stop my belly achin’, because it doesn’t help anyone. I’m working on it…really I am. In the meantime, please keep your “gosh, it was so cold in the office today” comments to yourself or be sure to wear your tinfoil heat-suit when you say it. ;)

Dear City Planning and Development Department,

Attn: Office of Planning and Improvements

Yesterday, my daughter and I decided to walk to the Target, which is at the corner of [redacted] and [redacted]. In our attempt to do so, it became quite clear that life as a pedestrian is quite challenging in some areas. On our walk, we discovered that there are some major sections of sidewalk that are missing and/or never existed in the first place.

This happened in more than one spot along our route, but it was most inconvenient to realize this occurrence in a section where there is no logical way to proceed. I’m sure I provided some entertainment for the passing motorists who got to witness the spectacle of me hauling a stroller (complete with strapped-in toddler occupant) over the wonderfully aesthetically pleasing river-rock display at the corner of [redacted] and [redacted], where a sidewalk to the crosswalk should be.

How did I end up there? Why choose this route if there is no way to get to the crosswalk? Well, from the other end of that stretch of street, it appears to be passable. I mean, why did you build a brand new sidewalk at the corner of [redacted] and [redacted] only to stop it before it reaches the next major street? The existence of said sidewalk leads the general public to believe that there is indeed a safe and convenient way to walk to the other street from there. There is, in fact, not.

Similarly, why did you install a fire-hydrant AND a telephone (cable?) junction box in the middle of the crosswalk ramp at [redacted] and [redacted]? Walking out in the street to avoid them seems a bit dangerous; don’t you think? What’s the point of making such a nice ramp for the crosswalk if pedestrians with strollers are unable to use it?

Earlier in the week, my daughter and I walked to the [grocery store] a couple of times, and my husband joined us in a trek to the [restaurant]. The sidewalks to and from both of these locations were well-maintained, with helpful crosswalk ramps in every intersection. There were no dangerous obstacles in our path.

What in the world happened to the streets on the way to Target?

And, speaking of Target, I realize you have no control over property that may in fact belong to Target, so I will refrain from complaining to you about the complete lack of sidewalks near their store. There isn’t a single one, and I can’t figure out their reasoning. I know; I didn’t believe it until I saw it either.

So, in closing, my daughter and I appreciate the fact that some of the sidewalks in our little city are maintained and logical. Prior to our trek to Target, I was under the impression that the City actually cared for its pedestrians. However, I question that sentiment now. We are frustrated with the sidewalk and crosswalk situation in the half-mile radius of the Target, and it leaves me to believe that no pedestrians were consulted in these “improvements.”

We are adventurous, and I am quick on my feet, so this won’t be the last time we venture to different locations in our city on foot. I refuse to let something like this hinder our outings, but I may rethink our trips to this particular Target. Even though Target is approximately a mile from our house, if the safest, most feasible way to get to a Target is via car, I may as well save up the things on my list and drive to the SuperTarget in that little city just a few minutes north of us. They almost always carry everything I need, and I’m sure they’d be happy to add my monetary contribution to their city coffers.

Thank you for your time and consideration in this matter.

A concerned tax paying pedestrian and stroller-pusher,

Momma

So technically, I counted to 60

Claire was being so challenging that I actually counted to 10…

out loud…

in English and Spanish…

then French…
and German…
and Serbo-Croatian…
and Vietnamese.

I ended with Vietnamese because there is something so soothing about their numbers.

And you thought I was going to say it was because it is last in the nearly alphabetically-ordered list in this perfectionist head of mine. ;)

Technical Difficulties

Okay, I have a confession to make. Sometimes, I write what I’m going to post and then set it to post the next day, usually after midnight. It’s a system that works for me, and I can get a lot of things written and still stay on top of the blog, chasing after Claire and all the other things we must do during the day.

Sometimes I post in real-time. It just depends.

Well, imagine my surprise when I couldn’t get into my blog. I could get to everything else in cyberspace except my blog. How convenient. Then, I started to panic. What if no one else can get into my blog!? What if I look like a big dork sending people links and leaving comments with my URL and all they get is a “neener, neener, denied!” error!?

I started to panic. I won’t lie. I try to remain calm and casual about things, but sometimes the perfectionist side wins. This was one of those times.

I called my hubby at work. (He loves when I do this, by the way. Loves it. Yeah, not so much…) He could get to my blog. I even tested him to be sure he wasn’t fibbing. “Oh, suuuuuuuuure. It came right up!” wink, wink, eye-roll. But, he passed the test, and I was relieved that others could get to it. I was super annoyed that I was still locked out, but I felt a little better.

Then, all my thoughts started to snowball. My Mr. Tech Support has always been able to figure out what’s wrong, but I didn’t want to bother him with my silly little blog. What if it didn’t correct itself! What if I was forced to worry about this all day tomorrow!

So, after Claire’s nap, I scooped her up and we went to the library. Yes, this library. Every time we’ve gone, she’s gotten exponentially better. I was hoping that she would sit quietly on my lap while I quickly typed. This was asking a lot, but I had worked myself into an irrationally desperate frenzy.

Luckily, after years of experience, I’m good at hiding this, though, so no one at the library could tell. ;)

I’d never used the free Internet connection nor the computers at the library, but I thought this would be as good as an excuse as any to see how all this works.

It went without a hitch. We found an open computer, and I posted my entry. I set the date for Wednesday. Because I can. This should buy me some extra time in trying to figure out what is wrong! Claire sat quietly the whole time. I was amazed!!

Then, we get home and I can’t resist trying one last time to get on…and it works. Whatever was wrong had fixed itself (just like my personal Tech Support said it would).

So, rather than waste a trip to the library, here is the post I wrote! (I mean, I could delete all evidence of the tiny panic attack I had, but life is more realistic and interesting this way…) Enjoy!

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Okay, I’m not sure what’s going on…but none of the computers in my house will let me onto my blog! Everything was just fine and dandy and then blam! I’m denied access! It says I don’t exist! I exist! I’m right here! All I wanted to do was to see who had commented, etc., and I was denied. Ack!

It’s been hours. I still can’t get on. I’m trying (unsuccessfully?) not to panic.

I’m typing this at the public library, of all places! (With Claire on my lap…the little ‘you’ve got x-amount of minutes left’ timer in the top right corner of my screen meaning more to me than just the Internet time-limit! I’m so glad she’s being good!!) I’m technically typing this on Tuesday, but I’m scheduling it to post after midnight on Wednesday, so that Claire and I can accomplish all of our Wednesday Tasks and Duties and (try – really hard) not worry about this little issue with the blog. I may or may not be able to access it from my house tomorrow (er, later today), and that thought is driving me a tad mad.

It’s so bizarre!

My hubby can view my site from the outside world. I can get to it from here (the library). I can get to everything else from my home computer(s): personal email, CNN, Google (mail, reader, search), our local news channel. My posts still show up in the FeedReader, but I can’t see the photos…maybe you can? Who knows.

Anyway, I feel like I’ve been locked out of my own house. Only, I can’t even peek in the windows! (You can imagine how much the perfectionist part of me is screaming right now. The casual part is failing to calm her down…)

Hmpf.

I’m sure that Mr. Tech Support can figure out what’s going on…in the meantime, I’m really trying not to panic. Deep breaths.

In.
Out.

Oh well, this will give me an excuse to actually work on my To Be Done Before We Leave On Our Trip Next Week List.

Yippy Skippy.
;)