My sister told me that I need to update my blog. I asked her what I should blog about and she told me to "write something happy! Tell everyone how thankful you are for your life". I don't remember the exact words, but the point was, she didn't want me to make another complaining blog. I kindly reminded her that the only thing that sells in the media is controversy and sex. Seeing that I will not write about the latter, I'm all for the complaining. But then again, who cares. All my audience consists of is my sister, and maybe Mackenzie and Keltzie if they even remember that I have a blog.
So my phone has been ringing off the hook and unfortunately it isn't because of my Idaho Falls popularity. As many of you may know, I often never have my phone on me. Maybe I answer my phone 20% of the time. I mean, I'm not a single lady anymore waiting by my phone for a gentleman caller to give me a ring. My kid usually hides my phone, or it's dead, so I never answer it. To make a long story even longer, I would get so excited when I would finally find my phone to find out that I had 10 missed calls! I mean, I felt so loved! Then just to find out that one call was from my sister and the other 9 were from a debt collector.
WHAT! Why would a debt collector be calling me! I mean, I am the most frugal person ever! I don't go into debt (minus my home and education). Heck, even when I go shopping with the credit card, it gets paid off by the end of the day thanks to a husband that obsessively pays it off daily. So you might be able to see, I'm pretty irritated.
Well, when I finally was able to answer the phone to debt collector #1, I found out that I am a proud owner of a Chevron gas card. Soon after running a credit report, I also find out that I am a proud owner of a new Chevy truck and something else with at&t. You know what I get to do now? Go to the police department, file a ridiculous amount of fraud papers, pay to fax them to who knows who, then fork out an extra 40 bucks a month to freeze my social security number so nothing else happens to it. That's 40 bucks that could go to Olivia's college education or a bunch of skittles and sauerkraut.
You want to know the lesson that you can learn from this? I got nothing. There was nothing that I could have done to prevent this. I mean, I'm not irresponsible like my sister and leave my wallet on buses, or keep my social security card in my wallet. I never give out personal information. I don't even have my birthday on facebook. I don't even tell my real birthday when I sign up to win free cars in the mall! Okay, I don't really do that, but the point is, I just want people to be honest. Get of your butt and work for a living! I just wish all those dishonest people out there would be... nice. I don't know. Just be good.
That's the end of my complaining. I feel a little better now.
