Irene sent me this pretty lunar eclipse image a few days ago. Thanks Irene! I didnt get to see the eclipse though… grr. :gasp:
Hmm… an Ask Me! question:
What do you want for christmas? I definitely want a digital camera. A cell phone would be nice. Some jeans. Um, movies… blank CD-Rs/CD-RWs. And of course, to see my family and make my brothers happy 
:frustrated: So Ive been scammed. And the worst part is that its all my damn, stupid fault.
A few weeks ago a company by the name of “Phoenix Consumer Services” called me about giving me a mastercard. They had gotten my credit application that was rejected from another bank, and offered to give me credit through them. However, it would cost $130 to do so… kind of like a membership fee. Well, I was told that after they requested (and like a fool, I gave) my bank account info. Then they said that theyd be charging my account on the 22nd. Well, I declined, and hung up with them. So for the past week or two, Ive been calling them various times, trying to get through to them to make sure that they would not be charging my account. Surprise surprise, the number was disconnected, and the other one was a fax number.
So I go to check my account this morning, and its negative… those fuckers took out the $130. Well, wait… they took out $129.95 because I had put a stop payment on any transactions that would come through for the amount of $130. UGH. So I called up my bank and told them what was going on, and explained that the transaction was NOT AUTHORIZED. So, hopefully theyll fix things and get me my damn money back!
Once thats all cleared up, I intend on closing the PNC bank account. The first reason being I dont want that damn scam company to have any access to my account. The second reason being that PNC sucks. They keep holding our money, so in essence, our account is frozen half the time, and I cant even touch the money that is there. And because stores here use that account-verification system, I couldnt even write a check, because the account verification company reports back that the money isnt available. :sighb:
Im stressed. We have no money. Sure, well have $30 from my mom, but that will be for the gas well use driving to and from Ohio tonight. Other than that, we have nothing. I can write (and essentially bounce) a check at Giant Eagle tonight to get some cat litter and cat food, and a few things for ourselves, but still… thats not gas money for tomorrow. We still need $18 for gas, and another $8 for tolls. :whimper: This sucks. Fucking scams. Fucking bank! I had wanted to take out about $50 on Friday because I had a sinking feeling that the fucking scammers would have taken the money out, but of course, my bank account was FROZEN. Fucking PNC. Fucking scam companies. UGH.
So, I am putting up a paypal donate button. Please… even if its $1.00. I dont care. Ill appreciate it. Please. Please. Please. 
I got the money from Western Union. Whoo hoo, I had to parallel park as well. I accomplished it though. go me! :yes:
Then I hit up Giant Eagle for 25 lbs. of cat litter, some snacks for Daniel and I, and soda (for Daniel).
La la la..
Were going to be leaving in a few minutes for Ohio. Ill be back sometime tonight with my moms new kitten! Bubye!
So I worked last night (Saturday) from 5pm-11pm. This time I was on time. In fact, I was early. Thankfully, the night went quick. I forgot to clock out on my way out though. Whoops. :dammit:
Today I worked from 8am-4:30pm. It was a long day, but hey, I did register, managed to get seven people to sign up for Target visas, which is a pain because I hate asking people if theyd like to get a card. But hey, if they do, they get 10% off a purchase, and I get a scratch off sticker that might say “winner”, meaning I can draw a prize from this big prize room or something. Apparently, the prizes are really decent. :happyspin: But so far Ive only had loser cards. Blah. Damn bad luck streak! :irked:
At 4:30, I was more than ready to go. I was tired (nothing like working a full day on about four hours of sleep!), and my feet were hurting, and my shins were throbbing. Hell, Ive been done work for about seven hours and they still hurt. You know, from standing upright all day like that, not really bending, leaning over, squatting, walking around, etc., when I finally did sit down, it hurt. All the muscles that I use to put my legs in a sitting position were sorely protesting. :die:
Tomorrow is gonna be tiring. For one thing, Im working from 9am-3pm. However, I also have to pick up a Western Union money transfer, and then go to Ohio (yes, Ohio) to pick up a cat for my mom. She found one she really likes, and rather than pay like $200 in airfare to have it flown from Ohio to [private], she asked/I volunteered to do it. Heh. Its only like a two hour drive. So, the tentative plan is I work from 11-3 (so I can go in the morning to get the money transfer from her via Western Union), come home, get Dan, get some CDs and grub, and then go to Ohio.
Then Tuesday were leaving for [private]… we have our counseling appointment at 1:30pm, and once its finished well come home, get our things together, do one last check on the cats, and pack up the car and go. Well probably get to [private] around 9 or 10pm. Dan will go home to his family after he drops me off with mine.
When we come back, next Sunday, well be bringing Max. Yes, Dan said I can have him. Yay! :cupid:
Hmmm. Its amazing how my internet popularity shoots up the moment I insult a infamous (and skanky) camgirl. Funny really. It is. See? :haha: Actually, I dont care much for internet popularity. Id rather be popular for my personality as opposed to shitty porn links and half naked cam images. At least I have class.
Speaking of the internet and all the petty drama that goes along with it, it really comes as no surprise that “Josh” and “Jen” have the exact same IP#. Its also not a surprise that the IP# matches “Johnny”. Surprise surprise.
Actually, Im not insulted at all. To call me fat is not an insult. Fat isnt an insult, its a body condition. Besides, stating the obvious isnt exactly an insult. :stupid: And furthermore, I really am extremely flattered that this one person has spent the past few months (since about MAY) keeping tabs on me, visiting my site almost daily (I keep track; I just love invisible trackers!), and making sure to do his/her damndest to insult me in any way possible, plus read up on my life. To know that I have that much meaning to someone, that I am really that important, that my mere existence is so damn essential, well, it just makes me feel all warm and tingly inside. So anyway, my dear Johnny/Josh/Jen, you really need a life – well, at least a life that doesnt revolve around me, because whether you realize it or not, it does. You are obsessive, my dear, but you arent clever, witty, insulting, or halfway intelligent. Youre amusing, a source of entertainment, but mostly, youre fucking pathetic.
And just to let you know – your comments and attempts at insults are not important. You are not essential to me. I do not cry a fucking river because you called me fat or told me to take down my cam. I do not shed a single tear because you ask stupid questions regarding my sex life (which in fact, is quite healthy, and I am quite insatiable, and very sexy/attractive/beautiful to my fiance, which is all that counts. Im not out to impress anyone, especially not some twisted twat such as yourself.) In fact, I barely think about it. I read the comment, laugh at how you try to mask your identity, and move on with my life, because the fact is, unlike you, I have a life. I have a fiance, four cats that I dote on, a family I keep in touch with, and a full time job. I have more than enough to occupy myself. So, just to give you some advice to help yourself out – find someone else to flame, because while you amuse me and give me something to talk about, its not insulting/hurtful at all. :doublefu:
Hmmm. Okay, its about midnight, I think Im gonna go.
P.S. New layout.
Silly me for agreeing to work today from 8-4:30. Considering I didnt go to bed until after 2am, Im freakin tired!
Okay, well, yeah, bye… when I come home today Ill probably go to sleep, lol.
As the domain name suggests, my name is Jenn, and I own this blog. I'm 26 years old and married to my one true ♥, Daniel. And while I have two kids (Alyssa is five, and Ryan is three), you won't find "mommy" in my username or email address, nor does my blog revolve around them. I'm a mother, but most importantly I am me, with a passion for love, blogging, reading, and photography. I'm also a busy freelance writer, web designer & SEO goddess, and a blogger relations person for an adult toy company.
