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Dear Crooked River Grill: You suck.

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Dear Crooked River Grill and Restaurant.com:

Get your crap together. Crooked River Grill {located in Munroe Falls, a suburb of Akron, Ohio}, we heard some pretty “ehh” things about you, but your menu looked pretty good, so we decided to give you a try, thanks to the folks over at Restaurant.com.

So on May 10th of this year, we purchased a $25 Restaurant.com gift certificate {for those who are unfamiliar with Restaurant.com, it’s a website where you pay discounted rates for restaurant gift certificates with an understanding that there is a minimum you must spend at the time of your visit} for $10. The certificate says you must purchase a minimum of $35 worth of food.

It can be difficult for the two of us to spend $35 in one dinner, but BF was excited about trying something he wouldn’t typically {a rack of ribs} and I was going to get the coconut shrimp.

We originally went to the shady place Crooked River Grill on Monday the 5th of July. We were so excited. But the parking lot was empty. It was pretty much the only restaurant in town that was closed for the holiday both Sunday and Monday. Such a bummer. So we went back this past Monday.

As we pulled in BF says to me, “Wouldn’t it suck if they wouldn’t take it?” And we laughed. And then we see a note on the door:

No longer accepting Restaurant.com certificates as of May 15th, 2010.

Immediately my brain was thinking of “going Target lady” on them, as we would refer. But BF, being the logical and level-headed one, decided that maybe we should ask. So we did. And it was true. And I got pissed and tweeted this:



The best is that the woman from Crooked River Grill said they had a disagreement with Restaurant.com and asked them to take it down and they didn’t. And we had just purchased it 5 days prior to the date on the sign.

And I checked today and it’s STILL up on Restaurant.com.


WTF.

And Restaurant.com still hasn’t responded to our WTF refund request.

WTF.

Lesson learned but it still pisses me off.

snoopy frames and stylish dreams.

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I’ve recently started wearing reading glasses in addition to my contacts. Why? Because I can’t see with my contacts and reading glasses appear to help. People who have known me all of my life have been telling me how good i look in these glasses. Even earlier, I was in a store and the cashier was talking to me… mid sentence she stopped and said “You just look SO cute in those glasses.”

So this would be awesome. Except for the fact that I’ve worn glasses since I was one year old. No joke. I had eye surgery at six months, moved on to some fab eye patches (arggg!) and by one was in my first pair of plastic Snoopy frames.

{Me, circa 1989}

I was teased ALL my life for my glasses. I have a pretty rare eye condition so my glasses have always been super thick. When I was 12 I somehow convinced a very hesitant old eye doctor to give me my first pair of contacts. The ridicule had to stop at some point, right? Well, it turns out the same people who would say “wow your glasses are SO thick” are now commenting on how awesome my new look is.

I don’t know what this is all supposed to mean, but I know that it semi pisses me off {only semi though, cause I’ve got to admit, these new glasses are kinda rockin’.}.

just trying to enjoy a baseball game.

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Friday night we went to an Akron Aeros baseball game. We received free tickets from one of BFs friends, so we invited my sister and her friend, and one of my bestest friends, C, and her boyfriend, T.
We had pretty good seats {which pretty much just means I could actually see what was happening} in a pretty packed crowd. There was a family behind us with two small children. The whole bunch was there… grandma, grandpa, mom, dad, uncles, and a three year old and probably 5-ish year old.

At first I was all, “awe, they are taking the little ones to a game! How cute!” That was, until the peanut shell spitting started.

Let’s be clear. This is a minor league team. The rows of seats are very close together. But these children were chewing up peanuts, and spitting the shells in my hair/on my back and on C’s back. And the parents? They. Laughed.

Only after the laughing did the parents say “Don’t do that,” and then continued to laugh more. Way to reinforce not to do something when you think it’s FUNNY.C and I were visibly irritated. We were wiping the chewed peanut shells out of our hair and off of our backs. But I still let it go. Just kids, right?

That’s what I thought. Until the devil children children started to walk back and forth from Grandma {who just thinks EVERYTHING is “So cute!”} to mom and dad… using our hair/backs/clothes as ways to keep balance. Then the screaming began. Not your normal “I’m-at-a-baseball-game” screaming, but possessed-by-the-devil, screaming at the top of their lungs. In. Our. Ears.


BF could tell I was getting annoyed. And he didn’t try and calm me, as he usually does, because I think he realized I was within reason.

But then the one devil child, whom not surprisingly the mom let open the sippy cup, decided to dump the sippy cup contents onto my back/lap as well as BFs back/lap.
I can’t even say that this was the worst of it. Cause then the parents didn’t even apologize. They had the balls to say, “Don’t worry. It’s just water. Mostly. …and juice.” and continued to laugh at their devil-childrens antics.

BF, who always keeps his cool, was irritated. And then the dad said “If you want you can spank him,” to us.

I was furious. Furious! How could these people be so non-chalant about their children being downright awful in a place so public? Again, I understand that when in public settings, it’s impossible to have your children behave like little angels. I give the benefit-of-the-doubt to parents with children who just refuse to behave. But these parents didn’t even attempt to put their children in line. They thought it was funny. Cute, even. I was so disgusted. I did not go off on these people, but I felt that I had the right to say something. This morning I am frustrated that I let it go.

What do you think? Was I within my rights to say something to their horrible parents?

part two: recovery mode.

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So while I was dealing with the anxiety of having been taken advantage of, I realized I had no idea how to move forward with the recovery process.



I filled out a form for “Can’t access your account?”

I chose “My account has been compromised,” and filled out an account recovery form.

I put in my recovery email address, filled out all the information and submitted the form.

Then, my backup (which is also my recovery email address) was compromised (aka-hijacked). So what exactly is a hijacked account? It’s when someone hacks your account and takes ownership by changing all of the password information.

This = major problems.

So the email address that was supposed to get emailed information to recover my primary email address was compromised as well.

I had no idea what to do. All of the searches we did told us we should not resubmit another account recovery form.

Finally I found out that it was safe to submit the form again. But,… in order to do this I had to create yet another backup email address so that my information could be sent there.

Yesterday morning I did this and recovered everything. Thankfully.

So thank you all for being so supportive and tryin to help me. Watch for tomorrows super informative post on how to avoid this happening to you!

part one: hijacked.

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Y’all.. this has been one. crazy. weekend.


Let me start by saying I’m sorry. I know a lot of you received an email from “me.”

It all started while I was at a birthday party on Saturday. I have my iPhone with me 24/7, so I had just checked my email. No big deal.
Then I get a phone call from my aunt. Weird. 

She says “Where are you?” 
I said, “Umm, Cleveland, Ohio. Why?” 
Aunt says, “Well, we just received an email from you, and assumed it was spam, but you might want to look into that.”

The email was this:

I’m writing this with tears in my eyes,i came down here to London,England for a short vacation to visit a resort and got mugged at gun point last night at the park of the hotel where i lodged.All
cash,credit cards and cell were stolen off.I’ve been to the  embassy and the Police here but they’re not helping issues at all,Our  flight leaves today and I’m having problems settling the hotel bills.

The hotel manager won’t let us leave until i settle the hotel bills(1,000 GBP) now am freaked out.Please reply and let me if can you have the money wire to me through western union i promise to pay back as soon as i get back home.
Rachel

Obviously I was not in London. Let’s face it… I’m going to Maine in a month, and I cannot stop talking about it. You would think if I was taking a trip to, I dunno… let’s say LONDON, you all would know about it. Right? Right.

Then all of the calls came. Aunts, uncles, mother, father… texts from everyone. Tweets from people. Then I tried to log on to Facebook. No-go. Facebook hacked. Logged into my blog email (itsahero@gmail.com). No-go. Hijacked as well.

My life crumbled. I couldn’t tell everyone I was OK. Not to mention, my blog is controlled by my GMail.

I spent most of the weekend crying. I felt taken advantage of. I was exposed. Everything was completely out of my control.

{{ Monday Mantra :: March 22nd }}

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This week is only four days long for me! I have Friday off and will be going back {for the first time in six weeks!} to spend it with BF!

I believe I can make it through this week {well if I say it, it’s true, right?}.

I’m addicted to not being at work. True story.

I wish that I didn’t have a mouse problem at my new place 🙁

I’m jealous of people without mice. What? Just sayin’.

Soundtrack/Mantra for the week: “When we have ‘second thoughts’ about something, our first thoughts don’t seem like thoughts at all―just feelings.” – Sydney J. Harris

As for a weekend update, I had an extremely low-key weekend minus the margaritas consumed Friday night which were oh-so-delicious!. I didn’t unpack as much as I wanted to, but who cares, right? I’ve got forever to unpack. Ha!