Friday was not a good day.
I logged in to check our joint checking account online. There had been some pending charges for amounts we didn't recognize and I wanted to see what they were. Usually this turns out to be our DSL bill or something else that hits monthly (I can never remember when the auto-deduct bills hit).
This time it was for MP3 downloads, online games, and a couple of small charges (donations?) to Amnesty International and UNAUSA.org.
Somehow someone got the number for my debit card. I seldom use my card for this account...I could count the number of times this year on one hand. So I have no idea how they would have gotten the number. I've checked my computer to see if some virus/trojan could have been at fault but couldn't find anything. It wasn't enough to just take our money, this person added insult to injury by also donating to Amnesty International and the UN! Those were the smallest charges (a few dollars compared to $30-50 for the other sites) but they made me just as mad as the bigger charges.
I didn't suspect any of my kids of using my card but if I had, those donations would have made it clear it wasn't them. I'm not sure if they know what Amnesty International is but I do know that they don't hold the UN in very high regard.
We filed a fraud report and I went to the bank to sign an affidavit. The bank has credited the money back to us but probably won't try to find who stole the number because the amount was only a few hundred dollars. If we had waited until they stole a thousand or more, then we might have had a better chance of finding out who did it and how they got the number...at least that's how the bank's explanation of it sounded.
On Saturday, Emma and I went to Festival of the Arts with her Brownie troop. The highlight form me was learning how to make a balloon dog. We learned this in our first event which was about being a clown. The girls got to paint clown faces on each other too.
The second event was a local high school improv group and the third event was watching a performance by Almost Recess.
My birthday was on Sunday and we all went out to dinner. I had wanted to go on Saturday night but my husband decided to go to a party instead. I was not happy.
On Sunday we looked at new cars (see previous post) and then went to Build-A-Bear where Conor and Emma made Rudolphs. After that we went to dinner.
My father sent me a birthday card that said life begins at 40 and to think of myself as a 5-year-old. I think I'll call him and tell him in that case, I want a pony for my birthday!
Posted by marybeth at November 16, 2004 01:00 PM Family