—1—
This wasn't the first time I've had to report fraud on one of my credit
cards, but it certainly was the weirdest.
Usually the unauthorized purchase is an expensive piece of tech from Apple
or Google, but this time do you know what it was?
Three separate charges to Kentucky Fried Chicken, ranging from $3 to
$10. And three foreign transaction fees of a few cents for each of the KFC
orders.
I felt weird about even calling to report the fraud because they were such
small and strange charges. But since no one in the house had been out of
the country that month it was pretty clear.
Also, I'm not sure if it was our connection or if the lady I talked to was
new, but it took her FOREVER and she kept leaving these really long pauses
where I'd eventually go "Um... hello?" to make sure she was still there.
The thought went through my head, "Am I somehow being scammed
right now?"
But eventually she figured it out and it's all good now. No more overseas
fast food charges at the moment.
—2—
Before my mom left on Monday, we went to a museum with the 21-year-old. In one gallery, there a big wall of notes where you could leave words of wisdom for future museum visitors.
There were the standard political slogans, religious declarations, and words of encouragement and affirmation, along with a generous smattering of "Max was here" and "Taylor + Kelsey 4-EVA!!!" type notes. Pretty much everything I expected to see.
But here were a few of my favorites:
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| "Make sure to love yourself, if you don't who will? I know I sure won't." |
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| "Nobody really NEEDS eyebrows." |
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| "If you are still saying '6, 7' you are not funny and no one likes you. It's over." |
So... it's not over, apparently.
—3—
Usually, I don't comment on current events on this blog — especially anything political. And usually, I don't think there's
anything funny about attempted violent crime.
But not always.
Last weekend a shooter tried to break in to the White House correspondents'
dinner, and while everyone else dove for cover under tables, one man just continued eating his salad with
nonchalant curiosity.
The article I read about it is behind a paywall, so in case you can't read it, here are
some direct quotes from an interview with the man in the video:
"I’m a New Yorker. We live with sirens and activity happening all the time. I wasn’t scared. There are hundreds of Secret Service agents hurtling themselves over tables and chairs, and I wanted to watch... A lot of people said, ‘Why didn’t you get on the floor? Everybody else at your table and in the room was on the floor.’ First of all, I have a bad back. I couldn’t get on the floor, and if I did get on the floor, they’d have to bring in people to get me off the floor. And Number 2, I’m a hygiene freak. There was no freaking way I was getting in my new tux on the dirty Hilton floor. It was not happening."
What a legend.
—4—
We had an arborist come to the house this week to give us suggestions to fix our lawn after the absolute hackjob the power company did when they came through in February to "trim" our trees. They hacked off entire limbs, so many that the arborist predicted those trees will die now.
I could go on, but I won't because it makes me too upset. Right now I'm just trying to be positive, and not think about the fact that I will die before we get trees large enough to replace what they did. IT'S FINE.
Anyway, I've decided that deciding to plant trees is extremely stressful. I'm not good at visualizing, so even simple things like picking a paint color for the wall is really difficult for me, even with a paint sample. Planting trees is like that, but worse. If I don't like how the wall looks, I can re-paint in a couple of days. If I don't like the layout of our furniture I can move the sofa. But you can't shift a sugar maple 3 feet to the left (or change it to a beech tree) if you change your mind later on.
—5—
I often watch my ADHD family members with puzzlement and think, "I
must not have ADHD because I don't understand that at all."
Except I think I get it with yard work.
The other day I went outside with a measuring tape and some cones to mark where we're thinking about planting trees, when I noticed a bush that was getting choked by vines. The next thing I knew, I was out there knee-deep in a pile of brush with 3 different kinds of hedge clippers and my kids were asking where dinner was.
And I still don't know where all the cones should go.
—6—
A while ago, our women's group at church had a service auction. We all offered a service that we could do (free haircut, deliver you a dinner, give you a ride to the airport, whatever). We all got a certain number of points at the beginning and then we bid on the services we wanted with real paddles and everything.
I offered two hours of help decluttering/organizing an area of your home, and this week the highest bidder contacted me to cash in.
We spent two hours in her basement and got so much accomplished! I was worried that I offended her by constantly suggesting that we throw away, well, everything (because that's what I do.) But she asked if I would come back and help her some more next week, so I must not have. At least not so much that it overpowered how helpful I was.
—7—
We're having ongoing problems with our washing machine, but we're not getting a new one. Phillip can fix just about anything, sometimes it just takes time and requires us to be patient for a few days until he figures it out.
The 14-year-old daughter does not like this.
"Why can't we just get a washer that works? That's what other people do," she complained.
Well, luckily for her, we're outliers. She's our fourth kid so if we did what other people do, she wouldn't even be here.
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