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Yesterday I got a text message, this is what it said:

ApplicationCenter / This is an automated message from Transwest Credit Union.Your ATM card has been suspended.To reactivate call urgent at 1-888-400-4286

Again, ARE YOU KIDDING ME??

First things first.. I have no Transwest Credit Union Card.  Second, why would they text me not call. Third, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

So curiosity gets the best of me and I call the number. There is a very computer generated voice on the other end (picture something from the 1990’s… it didn’t even make an attempt to sound human!) asks me to input my 16 digit credit card number

*Screeeeeeech* Stop.

Ok, so the shotty text message, a computer generated voice asking me for my credit card number .. and best yet, when I called, It didn’t even say, “Thank you for calling….” or “Security department…” Nothing. Zip.Zilch.Nada. Just “Enter your 16 digit credit card number”

Again I ask, are you kidding me.

So… I play along. Hmm credit cards have 16 digits, so I randomly type in 16 digits and wait. It tells me my card is invalid. Hmmm, thats odd. The card I don’t have with Transwest Credit Union is invalid? Ok, maybe I guessed wrong… I’ll try a different set of random numbers. Nope. Still wrong. Eventually the system will get sick of me and hang up on me – OR – theoretically transfer me to a live human. So I just keep guessing…I mean, really how many times will it let me do this?

More than 6. I gave up, it appears to me that someone has stolen my ATM from a bank I am not a member of. CRAP! Now what, should I call sesame street? Maybe Elmo can help me out… he is really good at pretending!

So, I laugh it off and think to myself, honestly, who is gonna buy into this crap. Today, I was telling Shanda about it and I tried to call the number back, but it has been disconnected. 

I guess they don’t wanna play anymore.

FOLLOW UP

So within a minute of posting this I was informed it was on the news last night! I feel so special that I was included in this scam.. cool stuff like this never happens to me!

Video Courtesy of KSL.com

The old game was… “If it’s on the floor, it’s fair game.” This no longer works as Addie is always on the floor, and I would feel bad if Chopper used her as a chew toy. Fortunately, he has no interest in her, only things that smell like her…

Hippo:



Pretty Mary Janes:

New Hippo! (Don’t worry, we bought 3 just in case it happens again!)

This morning I was looking at a calendar. Something I do everyday, multiple times everyday. But for some reason today, I looked a little closer and got to thinking,

“How can Addie be 14 weeks old? I posted a blog about months/vs weeks 2 weeks ago, but things just aren’t adding up. Addie can’t be 14 weeks…she just can’t be.”

So, I pull out the calendar again and start counting.
Born: June 11th
Week 1: June 18th
Week 2: June 25th….

Week 12: September 3 CRAP!
Addie is actually 15 weeks old right now.

I am sure some people knew this and just smiled sheepishly when I act the fool and don’t know my daughters own age. Sheesh, I mean she has only been here for 15 weeks and I know I can count to 15, right? 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14…26? Hmm, OK well I guess that explains it.

I am not one of those moms looking at a baby book to see what she should be doing for her age. She grows as she wants and really all I can do is encourage what she wants to do and not what the books say she should be doing. After all, She is my daughter and stubborn as all Hell!

So the good thing, Addie will be 16 weeks old next Wednesday which means she is almost 4 months, no, wait… she will be 4 months on October 11 which is actually 17.5 weeks… Oh, I am so not getting into that again!

So they say all is well that ends well, so I guess all is well.

The insurance will cover Dave’s medical bills, and the other dogs vet bills, and Chopper is fine. He is well on his way to becoming an outside/garage dog… but he is fine.

We, ok well I, have tried to go over an apologize to the neighbors. But they never answer. So either I miss them, or they just don’t answer the door. Lights are usually on and cars are home, so maybe they are just jerks and don’t want to look at us…it’s not like we want to tell them where to stick it or anything, I, want to apologize. Dave said they aren’t mad… but I am now doubting that.

Animal Control came out and put Chopper on a raibes watch for the next 9 days. So that means no walks, no playing with other people of other dogs, he is to be under our direct supervision or kenneled at all times. So, ya know, business as usual.

This week has been increasingly difficult. Yesterday Chopper bit the neighbors dog. We ar enot sure who’s fault it was, as they have played nice together before, but something just didn’t click yesterday between the two of them and they fought. Chopper got the best of the other dog and ended up sending him to the Vet’s office.

The neighbors were very cooperative at first… we offered to pay for half and they agreed saying it would help. When the check was taken over to them, they changed their story saying it was not enough and we had to pay the while bill. This is going to be tough for us since Jess is out of work at the moment. The worst part about it is they weren’t nice the second time around. Mean people suck. They did a complete 180 on us. Hopefully the renters insurance will cover it, but I won’t know that until tomorrow. Regardless, we will pay the bill. We will be the bigger person.

It is just so odd, they have played before, what makes a dog tick? What makes a dog go from happy sniff your butt to I WILL KILL YOU! and what makes neighbors go from hey no biggie dogs will be dogs to I WILL SUE YOU!

The day Adeline was born Jess and I waited over 4 hours for the records clerk at LDS Hopital to show up with Jess’ Voluntary Declaration of Paternity paperwork. This consists of 3 forms he needed to fill out along with a booklet making sure he understood his rights.
Of course Jess was more than willing to fill all this out, and even though the clerk was slow and a bit ditsy, we figured she had done hundreds of these and so whats the big deal. We fill it out, she notarizes, and it gets faxed/mailed to the state… Zip and we are done, right?
WRONG!!
One month after her birth I head down to the Records division to pick up her birth certificate. The woman behind the counter points out there is no father listed. In Shock and amazment, I ask why? She says sometimes it can take a few weeks to get the paternity info, or it will get overlooked. Then the conversation went something like this:

Woman: Are you married to the father?
Me: No.
Woman: Where did you deliver?
Me: LDS.
Woman: Ahh.
Me: Does this happen often?
Woman: Lets just say you are not the first unwed mother to have this problem with LDS.
Me: So they just don’t like it? They are apposed to kids out of wedlock?
Woman: I can’t say… lets just say this happens alot.

AAARRRRGGGGHHHH!! So. We call LDS hospital and talk to Casey, she says Oops, I do still have the paperwork. I will re-submit it. *I wanted to kill her* It only took me 4 phone calls just to get a hold of her to find this info out.

So, we give it 2 weeks to get everything processed and Jess heads down to the Records Division, since his name is on the birth certificate now, he can pick it up right? WRONG!
Why you may ask? Cause his name is STILL not on the birth certificate.

This pretty much set Jess off, he stormed down to LDS hospital, where he got the run around and eventually “There is nothing we can do, we are past the date we can submit anything, you will have to go to the state and apply for a new birth certificate.

@#$%@#$%@#$%!!!!!

Ok. Calm Down. We can do this.

@#$%@#$%@#$%!!!

So, today we both go down to the state department of record (cause Jess isn’t the daddy yet and has no legal rights to pick up or sign on my behalf) . It takes 2 hours and we have to go through everything we already went through at LDS hospital on the day she was born… AND we have to watch some stupid video to make sure Jess understands his legal rights. Are you F@#$’n kidding me??? He is here, willing to take responisbility for this child and you are making us Jump through hoops! no wonder there are so many moms on welfare.

I hate Utah.

Now I understand that you go to get a muffin at Einsteins or Starbucks and the top is the best part. But I don’t know if I would have ever named a cereal after that portion of the pastry. Nor do I think I would have added “SUPER SIZE” to the bag… for not only is a Muffin Top the best part of the Muffin, it is also a disgusting condition women and men get when they gain weight and forget to tell their clothes… Case in Point.

This is not the best photo ever as it was taken on my cell phone and I think the woman was aware that I was taking her photo. But hey, if you are going to leave the house… all is fair.

At some point in time I am sure this woman was a size 6, however, her size 10 hips must be fighting with her size 6 pants as no one told them they don’t fit anymore. It didn’t help that she was also wearing a top that was too small as well.

Now I am certainly an advocate for strong self esteem and a great body image no matter what your size… but I am also a believer that you need to dress for your size as well. You will not catch me wearing belly shirts and my pre-pregnancy pants 2 weeks after the arrival of my child for one reason and one reason alone… YUCK! Nuff said.