or not. Sorry, I couldn’t think of a title for this post.
Absent again. At this rate I will never graduate, huh? Graduate what, you ask? I don’t know, blog school or something. But, most things in life require you to be present and I haven’t been here. I’m going to try again. I have three excuses for being so missing – – crew, thieves, and illness.
Last week, I attempted to get Andy involved with one of the local high school’s crew teams. They have a great middle school program and he was all set to start last Monday. My concern was that he would be okay to row with the program once he hit high school. If we’re going to invest the time and money required of this sport, I want him to row with a good group of kids for the next 4 1/2 years. The first practice went really, really well. The coach was enthusiastic and Andy was happy as well. Me, being me, managed to have a slight run in with one of the parents as we dropped off our kids, but I pulled up my big girl panties and avoided a full out argument. (Go ahead, flip me a fish.)
Next night was a parents’ meeting and Mike and I attended. After the meeting we approached the high school coach to discuss any issues that might arise with Andy being a homeschooled kid (whose parents pay taxes to the team’s district) rowing for the high school team. It was obvious as soon as I said “homeschool” that the high school coach was not a fan. At all. We were in the midst of thanking him and asking if he could tell us what the best team in the area was when the middle school coach came running over, gushing to the coach “THIS is Mrs. Baker! Her son is the boy I was telling you about last night.” Ummm . . . whole new coach. “Well, maybe we can figure something out,” he said, suddenly willing to work with us. Sorry, coach, no. Andy is now with one of the best teams in the south. It’s a LOT of driving for me but he loves it so far and they love him and they get homeschooling. We’ll be sure to stop by the other team’s tent at regattas to tell the other coach “Hey and thanks for the recommendation!”
So, you can sense the grumpiness, right? I think that was part of me getting sick in time for the weekend. Ugh. I hate being useless. The only good thing is that no one else here caught whatever I had and today I felt fully human and the family once again has clean underpants!
Finally, the thieves. Last Thursday our bank called to ask if we were trying to buy tickets to Disney from Miami. Ummmm …. no. Not just buying tickets, but $1700 worth of tickets. Who the hell likes Disney that much????? So this nice bank man puts me on hold to tell the nice Disney lady that the tickets are a no-go. He came back on the line to tell me the tickets were cancelled along with my debit card. Fine. Fast forward to Sunday night. I checked our bank and *poof* $1700 charged to Disney. Some dirt bag took 12 or so of his best friends to Disney. Honestly, if you’re going to steal from me, steal something good. Disney? Yuck.
I was at the bank when they opened Monday. The nice bank lady kept telling me “Because.” This woman was younger than me, but not too much. She was certainly old enough to know that “Because” is not an answer to any question. My specific question? Where is our money? Why did you not shut this down on Thursday?? Because. And on and on. So, I filled out the stoopid form she offered me and she said they’d start an investigation. START? Why was it not started on Thursday? You know, when they, the bank AND Disney, both saw something wrong with the transaction!!!!!! Because. We should have our money back in 10 days (or so) BUT if the bank calls or mails us anything after this and we don’t answer immediately, they reserve the right to take that money back out of our account. HUH????? Why? Because.
Fortunately, we are business owners and therefore wealthy and can afford to have $1700 spent on someone else (because from what I can tell nothing is done to pursue the person who stole our card number) going on a merry Disney vacation. I’ve never been a huge fan of Disney, but now, I’m a hater.
So . . . did you miss me? 😉