If the rest of the year is anything like the first half of January, then 2013 is going to be a doozy!
The first 15 days of my month plays out like a modern day country song. I’ve lost my identity, my roof is leaking, my football team lost, my man-crush lost and I got the cancer, albeit skin cancer but it’s still cancer.
As my good friend Sweet Brown would say, “Ain’t nobody got time for that!“
I won’t go into detail on the Colts loss and the Broncos loss. Actually, on the latter I already did and you can read about it in my PopBlerd! story titled, “I Don’t Follow Sports!” Yah, it sucked. Especially for Peyton Manning. The Colts, well I was just happy they were there, what an inspirational season!
Having my identity stolen, my roof leaking and the skin cancer. Now that really sucks!
And the fun part with all this is that I didn’t worry – at least not at the beginning – until recently when it’s gotten to worry time. Alright stop! Worry time! That was my MC Hammer reference. You only get one!
Who Am I?
Someone in Syracuse bought an iPhone 4 using my information back in October. I went to AT&T, my then wireless carrier, and their fraud department was kind enough to credit me back the price of the phone and the “upgrade” I didn’t order.
We put a Security PIN on my account and everything went smoothly until I decided in late-November that I was going to get out of the Dark Ages and buy a Smartphone. On a friend’s recommendation I went with month-to-month carrier BoostMobile and their unlimited text, talk and data package. Two months later and it’s like Mickey D’s, “I’m loving it!“
Except that to get BoostMobile to transfer my number over I had to release my Security PIN. Floodgates open! Just like that I was getting emails from AT&T thanking me for my new account. I called them and they said they didn’t see any unusual activity on my account. I figured it was an email scam. I was wrong! Turns out purchasing nine new accounts with new phones and sending them to a state where the billing address is not located is not unusual activity.
When I received my $1,500 bill (I must be lost. You all have $1,500 bills?! Is this not unusual either?!) I called AT&T. They transferred me to collections. Sorry buddy! I don’t want collections. I ain’t paying that bill!
I ended up in a conversation with a dude from the fraud department that basically said they can’t prove that it wasn’t me because the changes were being made from my online account and after further review they determined it to NOT be fraud. Yes, like everything else, you’re guilty until proven innocent.
Do you think the Snohomish County Sheriff’s office gives a lick about my ID theft case? Not when there are 20 other physical burglaries going on around town.
Thus begins the lengthy process of paperwork, phone calls and trying to prove that I’m not selling iPhone’s on the black market.
I am looking forward to watching this new movie titled “Identity Theft“. Seems like I might be able to relate now.
Taking a Leak
I switched my home insurance over to Nationwide (and you all should too!) when I started with Nationwide last March. After a review of the house my underwriter determined that my roof needed repairs and that I needed to replace it (because I have that money in an envelope under my mattress) or get a roof company to prove that it was stable by Jan. 16. Well on Jan. 7 Lis wanted me to look at something in the garage. Unfortunately it wasn’t “Flash Me Friday!” Instead it was a leak in our garage that was coming from the roof.
After further review my dad determined that it appears my roof is leaking from the ridge. The same part I straddled when I watched Erik power wash it last Fall. That sucks!
So now the process of redoing my roof begins. Luckily Dad and Erik are handy and have said they will help me with the roof. Unluckily I don’t have cash coming out of my armpits (not sure what that means) and am not able to just turnaround and buy 55 bags of shingles.
Not Your Average Booger
For about a year and a half I’ve had a serious zit thing in my nose that seems to have been growing through my nostril, like an odd piercing. I picked at it, from both sides, and it would eventually go away. Then it eventually came back. I’d pick, it’d go away and then come back. Pick, Poke, repeat. Until last month when my dad had something removed from his face that looked similar to what was on my nostril. He went in and found it was cancer. He had it removed, received 18 stitches and a nice backwards 7 scar on his face. He’s better now. Anyway, he told me I should get mine checked.
Well I had mine checked. Had a Punch Biopsy, where they basically take a one-hole punch to your nose and pop out where the source is coming from, stitch you up with two quick stitches and send you on your way. No problem. Except when I go to blow my nose and wipe the tissue over my scab, or when Levi thinks it’s funny to laugh and point at the Band-Aid on my nose. He’s almost two.
The doctor gave me hope when he said it looked benign. Well, it wasn’t. I have Basal Cell Carcinoma (BCC) and need to have the ol’ Mohs Surgery done. BCC is actually the most common skin cancer! How cool is that?!
And kids, ALWAYS wear sunscreen!
Honestly it’s not a big deal, just sucks because it’s Relay season (and basketball season) and I’ll be talking in front of people (and attempting to duck flying elbows) with stitches or a scar on my face!
I will have to be numbed up, which means a few needle pokes, which they did for the biopsy but after watching Lis get poked and prodded with countless needles I’ve learned that I really have no room to complain. I mean she’s outnumbered me by hundreds. I guess you could say watching her go through that process toughened me up. She wasn’t complaining so what room do I have to complain if someone wants to poke a needle in my nose.
What would make this month better is if I came out of the chute rocking it in new business! Unfortunately it’s been slow and I’ve had the aforementioned distractions (along with the start of the Relay season and planning Youth Group) attempting to knock off my focus. Ain’t nobody got time for that!
Yes, I would love your business! That I have time for!
Oh and I did get a Tweet back from Tony Dungy. I thought it was cool!