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This Old House

Ohhhh freaking crap. Wanna know just how old our house is? Well, I don’t have an exact date for you, but I’ll bet we still have the original windows.

In this house are seventeen windows, not counting the five that have been removed. One window, the bathroom one, is relatively new. It looks new, it’s made of a plastic-like substance… probably plastic and opens and closes easily. Three in the lower room seem fairly new, though not as new or as nice as the bathroom one. The others are wood with “old fashioned” storm windows and screens. If you want to open one and be able to stick your arm fully outside, you have to open the window, then the screen, then the storm window. Anyway, most of these are now broken. Steve didn’t believe me but I konow I’m right. I’m a firm believer that each window has something wrong with it. Either it’s cracked, won’t open (ie painted shut) or the storm window is broken, or the screen is broken, etc. Heck, there’s one window in the lower room that’s an absolute embarrassment, it’s pretty much a hole in the wall with plastic over it. I guess it was the next window the last homeowner here was going to replace, but then he had to sell us this wonderful house. /sarcasm.
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IX XII MMVI

So, life’s been fun. My legs are covered in “boo-boo’s” and last night I cut my left pinky finger with a butter knife. It bled, and bled, and bled, and bled. I think it’s pretty bloody deep.

Elijah & Sarah However, through it all, I somehow managed to actually go roller skating on Friday for the first time in about 7 or 8 years. It was a spur of the moment thing and I took Sarah and Elijah to the homeschool skate day. Nice choice of time for Elijah’s first time skating as it meant that the rink was mostly clear for him. Of course, he loved it and seems to get along better than me or Sarah. Except for those white moving lights - it was strange, when he’d see those, he’d kinda stop and stare at them for a second then he’d start to cry and take off out of the rink for a bit. Of course, he also fell down a lot… on purpose. Every time this kid in the orange shirt would come by, Elijah would fall down and fake for some attention. Such as in this video, he was already on the ground when I started:

[removed, sorry]

In case you’re wondering what he’s yelling, it’s “Sarah, c’mere!” In other words, “Sarah, come here.” Sarah can be seen at some point in the upper left of the video.

Ever since that day, every time we’re somewhere that’s not at home, Elijah’s been saying to me, “Go skatenim?” :-)

Credit Guard of America?

So I just saw this commercial and it really made me dizzy. They had all these people talking into the camera, with these extreme close-ups. But only one out of the 6 or so people who were talking actually had a steady shot. In other words, the camera was moving constantly, for no reason. The people weren’t walking around or jumping up and down, or anything like that, they were just talking. They moved their heads as to be expected when one is talking but there was no real reason to be moving the camera around like that.

So then they give their website, and I drop over: creditguard.com. The website says simply “Under development. Please check back.”

Um, yeah. Makes me want to trust my credit to that company… for whatever it is they do. How professional.

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(866) 383-0986 · Domain Registry Support

You may remember a post I had not too terribly long ago about a strange phone call from number (866) 660-6940. That is currently one of my top posts, even if the comments don’t show it, it gets a lot of hits.

Well, here’s another one you should be aware of.

A few minutes ago I got a phone call from (866) 383-0986. This guy, with a hardly understandable accent, identified him as some Joe, Bob, Sam, or Tom. Something. And said he was calling from something called Domain Registry Support. He started talking about one of the domains I manage, reading the long name very slowly and strangely. He then asked for my fax number.

Because when I answered the phone, I was first greeted with several seconds of silence and knew this wasn’t my good friend calling, I was kind of rough with him from the beginning.

He wanted to verify if I owned the domain. Yes. Okay. I asked him several times who he was, and what the company was but I never could get a satisfying answer. Something about registration services and then verification services. He then went on to say my full name and start to ask me if my address was still PO Box… I cut him off and said twice, all my information is correct. At this point I was thinking that this had something to do with laws (?) that require correct information on the WHOIS of domains.

He started again with the domain name and I cut him off again and asked again, what was the point of this call?

He said it was just to make a verification and he needed a fax number to send me a “little” one page verification paper.

Of course, my red flags are up because, for one… um, well, not everyone who owns a domain has a fax number, but if your phone number is out there, so is some sort of email address. I don’t have a fax, I informed him. I wasn’t lying. He was silent for a second and asked again for a fax. “I. Don’t. Have. A. Fax.” I said. Well, then, do you have a number at someone else’s machine you can give me? Um. No….. He was silent again for what seemed like an eternity and I repeated myself. “No. I. Don’t. Have. A. Fax.”

So then it’s all, okay, thank you, good-bye. Yeah, see ya… Schmuck.

A quick Google search on the number yields lots of results, one of the most descriptive being at michaelrighi.com and weblogs.asp.net/jgaylord, and like both of those men, I have all of my numbers on the Missouri and national no-call lists.

Will these spammers and scammers never die?

Die die die die die die die!

Oh, and, go ahead, try to call that number. It rings. It clicks. It’s silent. It disconnects you.

Smells stinky to me.

Of course, one might tell me that protecting my WHOIS information with my registrar might be a solution to this. I do have a few protected, but only where I’ve gotten free protection on special. I just do not have the funds to protect every domain I manage and there are several domains I manage for others. I put my information on their WHOIS to protect them from these idiots. So I guess I’m destined to deal with this crap forever… I just really don’t think it’s fair. I mean, I’m required to have my information correct so these guys can call and try to scam me? Someone tell me what is wrong with that picture.

Hot!

Because I have nothing else to say at this minute, here’s a photo and a video. First we have Sarah holding the candy in question…

Hot hot hot Candy

…and secondly we have Elijah trying the candy in question after we warned him that it would be too hot and that he wouldn’t like it. Looks like I got the video going just in time!

The voices you hear are Sarah, my mother-in-law (laughing mostly), Steve, Elizabeth my sister-in-law (turning down the offer of the already licked candy), and Chris my brother-in-law (at right, white shirt).

Back to the old grind

Today marked the day that Steve was transferred from Company A from within the union to Company B. He had to travel an hour a half to their main offices this morning to report in. He then had to go from there to right up around the airport which is probably about 80 miles from here. Let’s not talk about how when he called me he was stuck in traffic. I wonder what time he’ll be home tonight. Or for how long he’ll have this incredibly long drive to make…

To make matters worse, he had to take the Jeep today. Friday he spent all night putting in a new water pump on his truck then last night when he was going to go fill up his truck with gas in preparation for today, he found that the ignition switch is crap. It worked just fine Friday, we don’t know what the deal is. That truck is nearing the 20-year-old mark and it’s starting to fall apart.

This is very frustrating on, oh, so many levels. This adds to the mileage on the Jeep that is already going to be over our yearly lease limit. We get 15,000 miles a year and this weekend we rolled over to over 10,000… in only five months. We’re going to have to buy it at the end of the lease, there’s no way we could afford the penalties. (Of course, I want to buy it anyway…) Plus, there are many times where I need the Jeep while he’s at work… tomorrow evening for instance. If he’s not home before 5.30 at the absolute latest, I’m screwed and I screw several other people in the process…

I’m afraid, also, to balance the checkbook. This weekend has been another kick in the butt. And it wasn’t as if we couldn’t go - it was a family reunion. A two-night, 1160 mile, four meal, bring-a-side-dish family reunion…

All I want to do is sleep…

*sigh*

Greetings from Mississippi!

Yes, we are down here for Steve’s family reunion. Just a couple days. In fact, we’ll probably be home before you read this. At the moment, Steve and I are chilling in our hotel room while Elijah and Sarah play. She’s doing a good job of wearing him out so that when we leave later he will sleep in the car. Steve’s watching GAC and I’m uploading photos to my Flickr account.

Sunrise We drove down early yesterday morning, leaving the house at 5.15. The total trip was 9 hours and 45 minutes, it took us 500 miles exactly after picking up my sister-in-law an hour south of us to our hotel door. Well, 500.3 miles. Not bad, really.


Mack's We spent the later afternoon at his grandmother’s house until everyone gathered then we went out to supper at this place called Mack’s that had this great seafood buffet.

Today we went to this “community center” out in the middle of nowhere and had a little service led by my father-in-law and then had lunch and hung out together.

Now the four of us were chilling here waiting to see if we were going to do what Steve’s dad had planned: driving us around showing us the places he grew up, etc. But I get word they are just hanging at Grandma’s, so I guess we’re going there now…