The good, the bad, and the identity theft

All right, so there is nothing “bad” yet, but there’s still time.

For the most part, this week was great. Wednesday and Thursday nights were by far the best. Wednesday, I rented Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls and Pat and I went over to Cima’s to watch it on his laptop-sized flat screen TV. The overwhelming majority of you probably don’t know this, but I love Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls, and so does Cima. Pat, on the other hand, does not feel the love, but I did hear a few chortles out of him during the movie.

Thursday night, we went over to Mitch and Hollywood’s for some fried chicken! I’m breathing a little harder today, so you know it must have been good. We had biscuits, cole slaw, five bean salad, fried chicken, and apple pie. Oh good lord.

This morning, on the other hand, was questionable. I got a phone call from my bank’s security department. Two not-so-lovely ladies stole and cashed some of my blank checks. It all started about two weeks ago. I had gone to my bank to get a debit card and checks with my new name on them. Earlier this week, I got my debit card, but I never got my checks. I didn’t think too much of it, because I didn’t really know how long it would take to print and mail checks, yadda, yadda, yadda. It took some super sleuthing on my part, but I realized that they must have stolen the checks off of our porch. So, I guess the girls cashed two separate checks for pretty large amounts from one of my accounts. When they tried to cash a third, the teller was smart enough to deny them. Since they cashed them at the bank, there are some pretty sweet pictures of the girls, and the woman I talked to seemed to think they have all sorts of info on them. On Monday, I get to talk to the police, give them a report, and sign some stuff so I won’t lose any money. Neat. Since this won’t really affect me in any way, I’m pretty excited about the whole thing. I’m also looking forward to moving to the suburbs ASAP with my baby daddy.

This weekend looks very promising. Tonight, there are two parties. My friend Jim and his roommate are having patriotic panty party part II and there is a “cowboy kegger” of some sort…I like any excuse for Pat Reed to bust out the “Dangerous” belt buckle I bought him.

-Fran