I've been feeling like a speck in a sand storm.
This picture above?
It's my bedroom window and never was a picture so adeptly a symbol for my life. Sunny backyard right?
Some Canadian Geese used every one of our windows as a target.
Never was shit so adeptly placed. You know how sometimes everything looks peachy on the outside when inside? It's like the contents of the loose stools a very stank ass, miserable bird?
That window? It's a perfect ending to a perfectly heinous month.
Life isn't good.
We knew my laptop was broken. I've been without calendar and 'puter for weeks. Computer guys say it's not cost effective to fix.
This makes for one very stressed, over-scheduled Scout who doesn't know where the fuck she is supposed to be minute to minute while she decides if we have the money to buy a new one.
Then generous younger sister snaps up a bitchin' newer car (from DUI driver double whoop for getting another drunk off the road) for elderly, financial struggling and transportationally impaired parents. She asks for financial assistance via email on some thousand dollars in work that was needed to make it street safe from all us siblings.
We are so broke I declined. Due to guilt, I gave her entire run down of our bleak financial issues. Then I realized I replied all, so every freaking body in my family knows our financial minutiae.
CG was pissed. I am the queen of TMI.
In karmic retribution, husband left his laptop bag in the front seat of my car in a higher crime area of the Puget Sound area. I've been warning him for years for him to stop that. He has also mocked me for being paranoid or dismissed my fears.
I guess the fact my car was broken into once didn't deter him.
You know what's coming next, right?
Of course it was broken into... Might as well given the thieves a "steal our identity" kit with a bow on top.
Along with laptop, credit cards, and keys were his old military ID with social security number, his passport with his place and date of birth, property tax bill with our address, and his school id with new sticker.
On the laptop? Saved passwords to websites, years of tax returns with kids' social security numbers, contact lists and Christmas card lists, addresses, phone numbers, photographs, the last month of his MBA school work as well as some documents for work.
Every blasted thing they needed to set up shop really.
Gone. All gone.
Before we could cancel them, his corporate AMEX card had multiple tanks of gas purchased, Subway lunch, and a shit load of auto parts purchased. In 45 minutes!
The next day, they tried to use our medical flexible spending card to buy more gas.
Fuckers are gassy.
Right now we are at $3000 in damage with $500 deductible that household insurance may or may not cover completely. We have $890 damage to car with $500 deductible.
Most worrisome, we have given the bastards the answer to every living fucking security question anyone would ask to open a credit account, bank account, or mortgage.
We've canceled every credit card and are awaiting new cards while autopay accounts for swimming are getting declined and bills are due.
We've changed every password for every account we have. We've flagged our credit history. We tried to flag kids social security numbers to protect them, but sadly, they are under 13 so they are "protected" from us flagging them. We have to snail mail it in and hope the rat bastards aren't opening a loan in Li'l Man's name.
We have one very tense marriage.
In the midst of this?
My 72 year old father looses consciousness and crashes new car into to tree on the day the work we didn't help pay for was done and it flips.
He and my mother, with minimal health insurance and meager means, are rushed to the hospital.
After 4-5 days observation, they take him into surgery to have pace maker and de-fibrillator put in.
Best? He was on way to register and insure new car so there is question of whether it is insured. It was completely totalled. Gah!
More added stress? An old frenemy decides to take residence in my attention. I've never mentioned her because I know she reads this. She is pathetic and the least of my worries. She just causes more angst after I tried to do a good deed in her already unhappy existence.
What does matter? My older sisters are still not talking to me after finding my blog and I simply don't know how to mend it. The aftermath was ugly. The silence is worse. My apologies don't seem to have worked.
Getting better still? Eldest seems to have had a break with reality. He oozes attitude.
Grades have dropped from his solid A- average last year to a D+ in English, C in Social Studies, and C- in Algebra. Amidst pressure from coach, I stood firm and have taken away his right to go to a international swim meet he qualified for and have issued dire warning that swimming in general is in jeopardy.
The coach entered him anyways. I stood my ground and declined again because it doesn't seem to be getting through to him. He doesn't care about threats of summer school and doesn't believe I'll follow through. It's a stand off.
Working to crescendo? Remember CG's health issues?
We got a fabulous letter in the mail the other day. CG was up to renew term for life insurance. They declined. Due to carotid issues and hands biopsies, he is now not covered with life insurance so that the kids and I could maintain (ha!) our farking mortgage and bills if he died as our sole income source.
Now PB? She comes home Wednesday with flu and it took all of me not to go there.
You know. There!
Yes, H1N1. There was some solace that perhaps we would die together. Heh! Now I am being dramatic.
She is fine. I just hope the flu bug is all over CG's stuff so those stealing pigs get what is coming to them.
I know. I know. Looking over my blog, sooooo much for not swearing, but this has been the month.
So do I get a pass for not blogging?
Please. Promise me you all will come back.
My advertisers are sending disappointed emails. I send back excuses.
Good news: Finally purchased new laptop. It's pretty. It's fast. It's shiny. I tap it's keys as I write hoping it will lower the stress levels. It again doesn't have my files, but I know they are safe on my old laptop if Carbonite continues to fail me.
Bad news: Four days into restore and I still don't have 10 percent of my files including calendar from Carbonite. So much for simple restore. Bastards. It keeps freezing while they send automated assurances that it's working just fine. I've reinstalled the backup software FIVE times!
We received an unmarked package yesterday.
A good samaritan and/or guilty mother of evil teenage thief sent us CG's passport, moleskin journal, a couple of medical cards, our property tax bill, and a few wallet pics in the mail.
No return address or note was included saying they found these items (along with no return of electronics) has me leaning toward guilty mom.
The sending label was written in child-like cursive. The back of the package said in definite older women's elegant cursive to return package to police if not correct address.
Hmmm? What do you think. I know if I found something and returned it, I might have included a note to help out identify where items were "found."
Guilty conscious after seeing cute baby pictures? Maybe.
This is what I've been up to.
Rant away. I need to think about someone else's troubles. I've been using gardening as therapy, but there is only so much manual labor my back can take.
Give me something to take my mind off, m'kay my friends?
I promise to be a btter blogger next week?
Blog notes: Thx for the Flickr pic by INTVGene and by TheTruthAbout... and by kortini and by Chad Horwedel