In The Dog House?

So I get a call last night from my credit card company at 9:15 pm. Considering I leave for work around 5 am I was half asleep when they called.  Apparently my credit card had been compromised. I ran down the list of charges with the representative. Everything seemed to check out with the exception of one charge – a charge for an escort service! I immediately denied the charge and had them cancel my account and reissue new cards. My husband is a user of this account, but I am the primary.

My husband comes into the room after I hang up, inquiring “who was that?” I explained the call and told him I had the card cancelled and a new one reissued.  When I told him what had happeneded his response was quiet. A simple word was uttered ”oh.”

I said, “What do you mean by OH?”

He replied, ” I think I know why that one charge is on your card.”

 

[silence, with a burning glare]

“OMG! You know why there there is an escort service charge on my credit card?! An escort service? Are you freaking kidding me?” I screamed! 

You see on Friday I allowed him to go to his friend’s house to play poker. This friend is in AA, as are most of the attendees so I knew alcohol would not be involved. Alcohol tends to make him do stupid things, but I figured this night was a safe night.

The story of the escort service focuses on one of the attendees (allegedly). Apparently one of the men is single, a little geeky, and the other married men wanted to fix him up. They figured the only way this guy would talk to a girl is if they paid for one online. They took up a collection and my stupid husband made the purchase with my credit card.

When the charge rings up it doesn’t ring up as a website, it rings up as an escort service (this was verified by the credit company). The charge was also for $49.00. Now I am not prone to purchasing people for their “company” but I am pretty sure a real escort service would charge more the $49.00 for a  “personal service”.  That coupled with the fact that he owned up to it leads me to believe he may be telling the truth. So I am leaning towards believing him.

And before you ask, yes, he is that stupid. Let’s face it most husbands at some point with do something that freaking dumb.  It sounds exactly like something he would do. Or am I being naive?

Has your significant other done anything this idiotic? Feel free to comment.

Why Dogs Make Life Less Stressful

You always hear how having a pet makes you live a longer fuller life. I guess they figure that having a snuggly companion is the reason for a fuller life.

I have a new theory on that. I think the stress that pets (mostly puppies) create makes you exercise more. Take last night, for example. Angel, my pitbull, decided to eat the carpet in my bedroom.  She doesn’t like to be confined and she has severe separation anxiety so she literally freaks out when the door is closed and no one is home. Now when I came home and saw this:

Angel is at it again...

 

…I had three options.

1. Kill her.
2. Give her away.
3. Clean up what I could, go to karate class and do kicks for 45 minutes then come home and drink a glass (or 3) of red wine.

I chose #3. My ass and legs are sore from having to hold my leg in a full blown kick stance for 5 minutes while the instructor took a phone call (they enjoy torturing us like that). All in all it was a good choice. I feel better, I’m not in jail, and I still had puppy feet in my face when I woke up this morning.

For those that wonder why one carpet episode might be so disruptful to my life — this is not the first time. She has hit before. I have learned to channel my anger through exercise.

Angel is at it again…

Thanks to Angel I have new tile in the family room and kitchen because she pulled the burber. I have new hardwood in the office because she dug up the carpet. I have new hardwood in the dining room and living room because she dug holes in the carpet there (those are the photos in the gallery). If I could just get her to eat the lamanent coutertops I might be able to get granite! I wonder if insurance covers this?

Pitbulls are so damned vicious!

I have an 8 year old Labrador and a 1 year old pitbull. When I left the house this morning each one had a rawhide bone. When I returned from breakfast I found the next door neighbor examining the pitbull (he’s a doc). Apparently dogs are like children. Regardless of the fact that they each had a bone, they both wanted the SAME bone.

The puppy wouldn’t let up so when the labrador had enough he attacked her. Of course they could only do this on a Sunday when only ER Vet care is available (and pricey). However, the ER vet was incredible and I couldn’t have asked for a better experience (as horrible as it was). She ended up with 20 stitches (10 internal with disolvable stitches) and 10 external. She is forced to wear the stupid eCollar so at least I got one in pink so she could be stylish.

Here she is resting right after surgery:

 

Here is “the attacker.” Of course, maybe he attacked because I made him wear the stupid Halloween collar.

Halloween Geek

Ok, I am the crazy mom in the neighborhood that hosts the halloween party. I am not a paganist; I am a Christian, but I love to be scared! There’s something about the adrenaline rush from horror that fascinates me.  I once thought I would do a thesis on exercising while watching horror films. I have a theory that you will burn more calories if you are scared during your workout. My tool of choice was the treadmill, but any needy students can feel free to borrow my idea (just give me a share of the royalties when you sell “sweating to The Shining). Ha ha.

Anyway, if you are the Halloween freak that I am you shall enjoy some of the scenes from my house of horrors…

Taking Geekdom to an Ultimate Low

Ok, so my boss ordered me the blackberry Curve (pink, of course). So that probably makes it a “pinkberry.” Anyway, I ordered two of the staff members blackberries, as well. “Monkey” figures out the IM feature on his blackberry and immediately gets the rest of the staff on board.

So now we go into meetings carrying our blackberries, and we IM each other throughout the whole meeting (rather than actually interface with anyone else).

Meow.