*Warning:  This post makes NO sense other than a crazy rant about evil spammers.  I feel better though.  Enjoy!

Today, I not only wore my super-mom cape and fancy-schmancy shiny outfit with the fab gloves and boots, but I also donned Geekwear.  Oh, yes – the geek in me had to come out.  I received notice from our website hosting company that our server account thingy (I’m not THAT geeky) had been suspended for suspicious activity.

My glare-free glasses came out of their dusty case and I flexed my fingers.  But no popping them.  That’s just gross.  I whipped my hair into a sloppy ponytail and the kids became BFFs with Scooby-Doo and Friends.  I sat down with my laptop and prepared to do battle.  

When all was said and done, correpondence with said company’s security department indicated that our account had been hacked – the 100/100 super-duper-the-green-bar-said-it-was-the-best-password-ever password had been compromised.

I think the lightening bolt on my superhero cape just sparkled in righteous anger.

Evil, evil spammers.  

Our websites were re-enabled and passwords reset to something nice and gloriously complex.  I jumped on to discover that the enemy had created seven email accounts on our domains.  My cape whipped around me and my hair blew in the imaginary wind as I furiously deleted accounts and madly changed complex passwords which I am sure I will never ever remember again.   Good luck emailing me.

Then the hubster comes home.  The superhero to beat all geek superheroes.  What a man.  After the kids were in bed, we transformed into our superhero selves once again, and we found (ahem, of course it was Chris, but it makes me feel good to take some credit since I was sitting next to him and it was my computer after all) where the spammer had lovingly placed a few extra files of code to assist him in his spamming efforts.  

Hitting the delete key felt oh-so-nice, but hitting the delete key a little closer to his home  would have felt nicer.   I hope his hard drive crashes, too.   I’ll refrain from sharing my other unkind thoughts as I work towards compassion for this lost spamming soul.  

Don’t they have better things to do with their time?  Really?  I just do not get it.  If its boredom, I really could hook him up with lots to do around here.  The yardwork is calling his name.  Many hours of it, in fact.  Hours.  

Justice.  

I’m hanging up my cape now and going to bed.  The glasses are going back into their dusty case, and tomorrow, I will once again be BoringMom.  The world will never know.  Except now you do.

I’m seriously sleep-delirious.  Have a good night.

Giggles