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Fuuuuuuuck.  I still haven’t been able to come up with a decent name for this blog.  Dammit.  Well, I’m sure something will come to me eventually.  Even if it’s shitty, something will come to me.

Fleas, part deux

When I went to Wal-Mart after my last update to “Fleas” I bought fogger bombs, canned spray, powder, and flea shampoo.  I decided to only use the spray and powder in what I could guess would be flea hiding areas.  No need to use the bombs unless they survived this attack.  I locked my dog in the bathroom and stuffed a towel in the crack under the door.  When he’s locked in a room he likes to shove his nose in the crack to try to smell what’s going on, and I didn’t want him breathing in the pesticides.

Fleas

Oh, I am LIVID.  We’ve had our dog for two years and have never had a problem with fleas, not once.  He only goes outside to use the bathroom and he takes a wormer that doubles as a flea/tick killer.  Thing is, our in-laws live next door and have three dogs.  They spend extended periods of time outside (though they are primarily indoor dogs) and don’t take any wormer/flea pills.  It wouldn’t matter at all, really, if my in-laws hadn’t taken them to their other home in a neighboring city.  (I’ll explain this really quick: we live in one of their rental properties in our current city.  They moved into one of their rentals to be near us while we were in college and to ease the travel requirements of maintaining their rental properties.  Their primary home is over an hour away.)

AT&T Might Actually Do What I Asked Of Them

Might.  They told me last time that they’d work with me but you know how that went. They determined that I wasn’t responsible for the accounts (duh) but never gave me the account information that I asked for under the provisions of the FCRA.

I faxed a rather nice letter to Nancy Daniels – and by nice I mean as nice as I could be considering I threatened them with legal action if they didn’t do as I asked – and got a phone call today from Brooke with AT&T Executive Customer Service.  She assured me they would give me the information (yeah, that’s what they said last time) and apologized that they hadn’t given it to me.  Uh, yeah, considering it’s been 3 months since I first asked, I’d say someone dropped the ball.  And that’s being extremely kind.

She said it will take her a few days to compile the information (understandable) and that it would be a rather large packet (fine with me).  Funny, she told me that there were some payments made with a Visa card and that they provided a checking account that the thief claimed to be in my name.  Great.  Fucking great.  If it is, in fact, in my name, then this asshole has a bank account opened in my name too.

So let me just recap for you guys: had AT&T given me the information in January like I asked, I might have been able to give the cops information that would let them pursue this.  I might have been able to shut down more accounts I didn’t know about (like, I don’t know, THIS BANK ACCOUNT I’m just now hearing about?).  Oh, and I would have been able to take care of this before school is coming to an end and I’m in the middle of moving.  Yeah.  Thanks, AT&T.  Three months later, when the information might not even help me, you’re going to finally do what you should have done to begin with.  I’m moving this summer to an area only serviced by either AT&T or a local provider.  Guess who won’t be getting my money?  AT&T, motherfuckers.

Trayvon Martin

I can’t sit down and write much at the moment, but I feel like I need to at least say something about this Florida murder.  I’ve heard quite a bit about the Trayvon Martin case and have refrained from posting until now, lest I be forced to eat my words or discover that there was incorrect information upon which my opinion is based.  If you don’t know what’s going on in regards to Trayvon Martin, you should.  Click the tab about petition updates to follow news stories related to his murder.

In short, this whole case is a farce.  It’s a serious perversion of justice.  I do not believe Zimmerman’s account of what happened that night is in any way correct.  I believe he stalked Trayvon because he was black.  I believe he ignored the dispatcher’s urging to stop following Trayvon because he wanted to “prove” that this black teenager was up to no good.  Why?  Probably because any black teen wearing a hoodie is a hoodlum in his mind.  I believe Trayvon was unarmed and was on the ground with Zimmerman shot him, and I believe Trayvon posed absolutely no threat to Zimmerman until, perhaps, Trayvon was cornered and unable to escape.

What happened?  A neighborhood watchman with a Batman complex stalked, confronted, and killed an unarmed black teen who did nothing to provoke the attack.

I Fucking Hate the Big Bang Theory

I hate the Big Bang Theory television show.  I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.  If you like it, I’m terribly sorry but it’s awful.  I don’t want to hear about how awesome it is, and I don’t want to hear about how it’s an “intellectual show for non-intellectuals” because it’s fucking not.  All that show does is mock and belittle people who do have intellectual prowess.  The show mocks people like me, like my husband, like my friends.

Happy Dance to the Max

I’ve been waiting to post about this until I was absolutely sure I wasn’t going to have to eat my words, and it looks like everything is hunky-dory.  This spring break my husband and I drove nearly 7 hours to get to the city where he will be attending graduate school.  Spring break, we had determined, was the only time we had to scope out housing options before school ends.  Since we want to move immediately after graduation – I’m talking the week after – then finding somewhere to live in May, NOW, was imperative.

Before leaving home we compiled a list of potential housing options, including apartment complexes, duplexes, town homes, and condos.  We also planned to drive through random neighborhoods and scope out independent landlords’ properties.  Hubby’s parents have their own rental property and they are dependable landlords, so we figured we could give independently owned properties a chance.

Clean and Fresh

I was buying laundry detergent today and was reminded of an event about three years ago.  My husband’s work friend and the friend’s fiancée had just had a baby.  The woman kept handing off the baby for everyone else to hold, and it pissed me off.  She wasn’t doing it because people asked to hold the kid; she simply pushed him onto you and seemed glad to be rid of him.

I plan on having kids in the future, but that does not mean I like your kid right now.  I do not like baby drool, baby vomit, baby poop or pee, or baby boogers on me or my clothing.  And guess what babies do?  They ooze this stuff 24/7.  And what do you suppose happened?  She shoved him into my arms when I went to visit my husband at work one day.  I held the kid because, damn, it’s not his fault his mom doesn’t want to hold him.  Within ten minutes his face was blotchy red and flaky.