Captain Bizarro called...he wants his life back.

So we have had a pretty weird month around here. I have wondered if we moved into the Bermuda Triangle, except then I would expect the weather to be much more tropical and I really should be drinking more fruity drinks...I might have to work on that. Most of you know about the microburst that smashed our trampoline all up and down our neighbor's property. Now here's the latest twist.

Yesterday, I was going through the charges on our credit card statement. And I noticed a charge for 15.95 from a place called stampsdotcom. Curious, I don't remember ordering any stamps. So I glanced further back on my statement and I find the same charge has occurred for the last 4 months (so I don't check it every month, we never use it, I know how much to pay on it every month, so some months I just pay it online without checking. trust me, that's a habit that just changed :)). So I have Matt call this elusive stampsdotcom that both of us are certain we didn't sign up for. It turns out it is a service where you pay a monthly fee and then you can run your envelope through the printer and it prints your postage on it for you. And the account had been opened, but never used. The helpful representative was alerted to our account by our telephone number, so they have our credit card info as well as our phone number. But the weirdest part? Are you ready, because this is a little X-Files. The name on the account is Matt's sister's name. I won't put it on here, we'll just call her MS (for Matt's sister, clever little thing, aren't I?). And not only is it her MARRIED name on the account, it is her physical address on the account. Her home address, her name, our credit card and phone number.

Now, we haven't seen MS in over two years. So it just doesn't seem likely that she flew here from California, snuck into my purse, stole the credit card, flew home, and signed up for....stamps? I mean, does that make sense? Matt called MS and she was as baffled as we were, she has heard of that website, but has never been to it.

Our next guess was that a crook had stolen our credit card number. So let's just run that scenario. A thief, let's say an internet hacker, or whatever the term is these days, stole our credit information. So they go to the trouble of finding out Matt's sister's name and signing up for...STAMPS? And the helpful dude at stamps dot com told us that the account has never been used. So this stamp addicted, coked out, internet thief went to all this trouble (do you like how i made him coked out? i mean why not, right?) to steal both OUR info and MS'S info. And he doesn't go on a diamond spree, or flee the country first class courtesy of our credit card. No, he makes sure he never has to stamp his own envelope again. Because let's face it. It is pretty rough taking the self-adhesive stamp and sticking it on an envelope. It would make life much simpler to steal two seperate people's information and pay DOUBLE what a book of stamps would cost at the local post office, and then not even use the service just for the promise of being able to print out his postage on his envelope. Hmm. What a genius? Can you see why I assigned him to be on coke?

My final guess is that maybe someone stole our number, and her info (although how would they even link us? She has a different last name?) and was testing the account. Put a tiny charge on and see what happened. Leave it for a couple of months and if we didn't notice, that's when they'd go on their shopping trip to Tiffany's or buy the plane tickets. So we will be closing the account. And I will be checking my credit card statement thoroughly each month. And really, if this was the case, then the joke is on the coked out hacker. Because there isn't enough on that card to get you very far, buddy. So just leave it alone. Okay? Get yourself some help.

Has anyone heard of something like this? I am totally agog at the whole thing. My mind has been reeling since it happened, there just isn't a logical explanation. I keep waiting for Ashton Kutcher to jump out and tell me I've been punked. But since I don't think I'm famous enough for that, I am just going to go fix me a fruity drink and lay out on the driveway and pretend it's the Bermuda beach, because I think the Bermuda Triangle is my life now.

Story of My Life

And now for my life in cartoon form. Enjoy your sneak peek into my daily routine.



Have a great Tuesday!

Me Oh My. Preschool Pie.

Lindy-Loo 9*3*08

Today was Lindy's first day of preschool. She came upstairs all ready to go. She has been waiting to go for a long time now and has had her outfit picked out for days. I, of course, got a little emotional. I can't believe how grown up she is. And I couldn't believe I was bawling when I am one of her teachers. It's not like she is going to boarding school or anything. I quickly sucked it up, and we had a wonderful day. I think this is going to be a very very fun year.

Lindy and Hank

waiting, waiting, waiting. almost time to go.

My Mom brought all the grand-girls an umbrella from the Philippines. Lindy got hers yesterday ( my Mom and Dad's shipment came on the slow boat and arrived yesterday). Grandma told her that in the Philippines, people use their umbrellas rain or shine. Lindy decided that this was just plain good sense and insisted she bring her new umbrella.

are you misting up too? because i know i am.

The preschool is across the street in Kandice and Andy's basement. Kandice and I are sharing the load and teaching it together. We have seven students and they are each so much fun. I really think this is going to be a blast. I didn't tear up once and found myself laughing out loud several times today. Nothing like seven 3, 4, & 5 year-olds to make you smile (unless, of course, you add in two almost 2 year-olds, ie: Hank and Milli, then the hilarity more than quadruples).

And now...the rest of the story

Once upon a time there was a trampoline that got tired of being bounced on and decided, instead, to bounce.

It bounced on the house.

It bounced on the window.

It bounced on the neighbor's house and on their car.

And when it was done, it fell down in a heap. Utterly exhausted.

Thank goodness no one was hurt and we have insurance. The End.

I might love Denver even more now.

My friend, Jessica, had this on her blog this morning and it cracked me up good. This is supply and demand at it's very finest! and the guy at the end. ah, this is just too good not to share.



*If you leave a comment, please try to stay away from political views. My views are a little different than some around here, and you wouldn't want to hurt my feelings, now would you? Especially after my trampoline went flying the other night and shattered my front window and wrecked my neighbors car, ruining the tramp, and thus Lindy's life....but more on that later.