And damn me and my propensity for crying when I’m stressed or angry, because that’s exactly what I did. But the police officer was very nice and very understanding, and once I explained fact and successfully disproved the fictional BS my mom spewed, he went on his way with the assurance that nothing would come of this.

Sigh. I just want my mother out of my life, but it doesn’t look like it’s going to happen very quickly, or very easily for that matter.

In other news, I think we had better add a ariens snow blower to our shopping list. It seems like we’re getting 2-4″ of snow every weekend now (this weekend will be the third weekend), and it’s only a matter of time before we get 6″ or more dumped on us. I don’t shovel snow myself, except on rare occasion, but I know from firsthand experience what a pain shoveling is, so if there’s anything I can do to lighten Dan’s load, I will. What type of snowblower would you recommend?

I am seriously blessed with good skin. I sleep in makeup and everything else, and rarely deal with anything more than the occasional zit that rears its ugly yet thankfully temporary head either right before or at the very beginning of my period. Speaking of periods, I’m currently testing out both Luna Pads and Softcups — I’ll be posting reviews on In My Bag soon!

So when she sees me or talks to me, she goes FREAKING OVERBOARD. Seriously, she’ll call me on the phone — like she did tonight, in fact — to touch base on something like the latest in under eye cream for dark circles or to just give me a head’s up on something involving my brothers, and before I know it an hour or more has gone by. She just blathers and bleats on and on and on and on. And it drives me crazy, because our lives are so different that it’s almost ridiculous. Her: nothing to do all day and all day to do it in. Me: 50+ hour work weeks, two young children, husband, home to keep after (don’t get me started on my mother’s “housekeeping”…), a small zoo in terms of pets, etc.

I really wish she’d find some friends. Because seriously, she is really overdoing it in terms of jumping all over me as a damn lifeline.

*sigh*

The hackers changed her password, and she never set a recovery email, so she had to email Google’s tech support department with her account details and all in order to have the password recovery instructions sent to my email. I set her up with a new password, and we thought that was the end of it. But apparently not, because today she told me that all of her new email was going straight to her trash can, and she couldn’t figure out why. At the time I was busy, but when I logged in tonight I saw that the hackers had set up a filter that enabled her Gmail account to forward a copy of all of her incoming emails to another account (one of theirs, presumably) and delete the originals. UGH. Thank god she had nothing more revealing or potentially security-threatening than a receipt for baby shower invitations that she purchased for a friend.

Now I’m sitting here hoping and praying that I didn’t give out any revealing info in any of my emails to her. I can’t imagine doing so, since most of our emails are about family stuff and weight loss (those emails always trigger Google’s ads for best weight loss products) and general catching up; but just in case I’m going to change all of my passwords as well, and keep an extra close eye on my PayPal account balance and bank account activity.

Moral of the story? USE DIFFICULT PASSWORDS. Use a combination of letters and numbers, and throw in a symbol or two for good measure. Never use your name, anything similar to your online alias or email address, and for god’s sake, do NOT use normal words written out (like “blue crayon” or “big hippo”). Also, change passwords regularly, and do not use the same password for all of your accounts!

Today is my mom’s 52nd birthday. She doesn’t look that old, does she?