I’ve been a busy little bee. Both with work and home. I’m still freelancing or contracting or whatever you want to call it, it’s all the same in the end. Things were supposed to slow down for a bit but the only break I managed to get was when I got a serious case of the flu and was out for two weeks. Of course I wasn’t off the hook being a mom, but I won’t ever be. I digress. I managed to take on some extra work to help someone out. I have to stop doing that. I’m going to run myself ragged!

I’ve been working with the kiddo and a while back I found I like a lot of the Montessori approaches to things. I’ve been using it as a basis for teaching the little man. I’m not limiting him to what he learns on Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. Right now we’re on a science kick and I’m teaching him about space. He’s got three planets down. We’re keeping Pluto on the list. It’s status as a “dwarf” planet will give me something to discuss with him when he gets older. Plus he sounds really cute when he tries to say it and ends up with puttle.

Since my last post I have realized how much I despise hospital’s billing departments. Their impatience ended up costing my mom money she doesn’t really have and of course there is no recourse for her to recoup said money!

Eff corporations!

This is a long overdue rant that I just need to write out.

Not only do I care for my child every day, all day where most people pay someone else to do it for at least eight hours of the day, I also work between 20 and 40 hours a week. Let’s add on to this that I have a husband that I do like and enjoy spending time with. And then let’s add on that my father passed away less than three weeks ago. On top of dealing with the emotions that come from losing him, I am working on the financial and legal affairs associated with his death.

So please, tell me again how easy things must be for me because I am “home with the baby.” I’m sure you have a fucking clue.

I’m trying to be more patient. However, it is truly being tested. I think I could be happy for a few years living on an island with just my husband, pets and the internet. I mean it. I’m thinking about it. How much do islands cost? Probably too expensive. OK, how about Montana? How difficult is it to get internet in Montana? I could buy 100 acres and live there. I’m dreaming big while trying to stay sane.

Perhaps the title of this entry is misleading. There is no flattery, it’s all theft. I just discovered a site/company/entity is using a photo of mine. While the “credited” me, they did not request permission to use it. The copyright information is listed with the image, but it was still lifted. The annoying thing is, I would have let them use it, had they asked! I’ve yet to turn down someone who wanted to use a photo of mine that involved anything other than the kids. That decision is always theirs or their parents’. Still, I do require permission before use!

So now do I go and request them to take it down? It was apparently posted over a year ago and it’s not being used in a harmful way. Still, how hard is it to contact me? My info is listed with the photo! Perhaps that question has led me to my answer.  I guess it would have been flattery when they asked and when I would have realized they wanted to use my photo amongst the work of professional news photographers. But now it’s down right irritation and theft. Grrr. I don’t intend to name the names as I know that can cause more headache. I’ve been around the web a few times to know that much!

In other photography news. I entered one of my photographs into the employee art exhibit. I have no expectations of winning. I just wanted to do something since no one else in the office was. Someone had to represent, so why not me? I entered a photo of Sawyer. I was going to submit a photo of Hugo, but it just didn’t print correctly while the Sawyer one was really good. I showed it to some of my coworkers and they couldn’t figure out what it was at first until they stood away.

Now I think I shall prepare slumber. I have a busy morning tomorrow. I am attending a social media seminar in the morning. I’m mostly interested in the showcase prior to the discussion. I am interested in seeing the application development. That’s the coder in me trying to get out. The designer and professional sides of me have been suppressing it for too long. Run free little coder, run free.

It frustrates me to no end that because something is on TV, so many people believe it is real. If I hear someone else ask why they don’t have the DNA test back on the child’s body they found on Thursday, I’m going to probably slap them. Just because CSI and Maury Povich do it “instantly,” doesn’t mean that it is how things really work. Crikey.

Josh and I watched Quantum of Solace last night. It was visually interesting and the action sequences were good, but I really wasn’t all that into this one. I think they relied too heavily on the action. Maybe I’m just cranky in my old age.

On Thursday I noticed a pending charge for $0.24 in my checking account. Knowing that Josh had purchased items recently, I thought it was possible that he ordered them with the debit card and not the credit card. He swore that he hadn’t. I eventually found a super secret customer service number (it was close to midnight) and called it. It was for a pet supply store in NY. That set off alarms. The rep was very nice and told me exactly what to do. I waited and the charge disappeared. It reappeared this morning as a full charge. So, I got on the phone with the bank again (they picked up after one ring, I was impressed) and they immediately got me on with someone in the fraud department. So, the card in question has been canceled and a fraud investigation has begun. The first person I spoke with said she had spoken with seven people already. The fraud specialist said she was nearing 20.

As I was speaking with a the fraud department, I started searching the information they were giving me. I came up with this page. The comments appear to have exploded over the past couple of days. I’m just glad I caught it. So many people don’t check their statements that who knows how many people they are taking $0.24 from. The interesting thing I found on this page was that the people leaving comments were all from varying banking institutions.

I twittered this earlier today, but am just now getting around to posting about it. Sorry.

Things have been super busy. Busy at home with cleaning and with visits from my family all weekend. Busy at work with usual business.

Today I received my cell phone bill and found a charge for $9.99 for a premium service. Apparently this company named SJA mobile was able to charge my account after they sent spam text messages. Seeing as we didn’t subscribe to anything, it was very annoying. My cell phone company was pretty nice about it. I kept my cool on the phone and they were more than willing to help me. I got the charges pulled and the number blocked. I’m ready to get my google-fu on and put the smack down if I have to. I have people. My people can find people.

Mr. red Camaro driver (Plate R12 ITE), you murdered a turtle today. You had plenty of room to move, yet you did not. That makes you a turtle murderer. You look like the type of person that watches My Name Is Earl. You should know that karma applies to killing small creatures too. Remember this when you arrive in hell.

My yard has gone from ass to putrid crap. Why? Because the effing asshats contracted to pave the road have parked all over my yard and are driving around on the grass and side walk. That is unnecessary seeing as how they are parking on the side of my house that isn’t getting paved. You bet your ass that I have been taking pictures. I’m that annoying neighbor, but if they don’t fix the damage they have done. I’m going to be a nightmare come Tuesday (Monday is a holiday).

It isn’t even 7:30 in the morning. Please turn your car stereo down. I don’t want to hear your Reggaeton now or any other time if you want to be honest. It is the same beat in every song. At least mix it up a bit. Jeez. This would be the down side of living near schools. These kids today and their crazy music. /end old lady voice