A Hot Dog Kind of Day
Today started off in a rather normal fashion. Until I checked my bank account before heading outside to start my chores. I discovered an unauthorized debit to my account for SIX HUNDRED AND SIX DOLLARS and some odd cents. It was from some cell phone company in the UK. I called the bank and they started the "dispute of charge" paperwork for me to sign, shut off my debit card, and told me to head over and sign the papers.
Having accomplished that task I checked my statcounter upon returning home. In the course of about 30 minutes I had an additional four thousand hits. Since I am not exactly at the level of The Other McCain or Instapundit, further investigation revealed that it was all coming from the same IP address at the rate of about 8 or so per second. I looked up the ISP and called them in Illinois and asked what the heck was going on. They checked the IP address but, of course, would not give me info. Their tech guy suggested I add a captcha to my messages (which I hated having to do) because he was worried it was a spybot.
He asked me to send as much info as I could and he would confer with his higher ups and would check further into what was occurring. "Well", says I, "if it is a spybot being run through your ISP company what are you going to do." He assured me the user would be toast.
I headed off to the statcounter forum to see if anyone else had such a thing going of and, BANG - the power went off. WTH??? Fine! It is now pushing 4:00pm and I have accomplished nothing. NOTHING!!
It is now almost 8:00pm and I keep reminding myself of what my hubby always says when I complain about a really bad day:
"Dear, this is not a really bad day. A really bad day would be getting your legs cut off or some such thing. This is just life."
Well, fine then! I'm going to go have a hot dog with sauerkraut, sweet relish, and mustard and count my blessings.
OR...................................
I could have another fried Spam w/Bacon sandwich. Slice it thin, fry it crisp, sour dough white bread, lots-o-mayo, and heaped high with fresh from the garden butter lettuce.
And while you're out and about, check out the best linky-love I've ever seen at the Mind Numbed Robot. Remind Robo that he owes me a prize - a shiny prize!
