While checking my email this morning, I received an email from Have I Been Pwned? letting me know that my Netflix sign in and password had been included in a data dump online. I then had to spend a few minutes on the phone with Netflix getting everything straightened out – since by that point my Netflix email and password had been changed and I was no longer able to access it. Apparently it was some asshole in Italy and he wasted no time at all wiping my info as well as our kids’ profiles off of the account.
He also opted to upgrade the account so that he was able to view on four screens instead of the measly two I had set up. But, he kindly left my credit card intact because it seems he thought I should continue to pay for it.
I’m pretty sure the guy didn’t expect me to catch it that quickly and I would not have, if it weren’t for the notification from Have I Been Pwned? this morning. I strongly recommend that you check your email addresses, usernames, and passwords on Have I Been Pwned? and then sign up for their email notifications. Note: Once you verify your email address, you’ll only be contacted by the site if your email addy has been found somewhere.
ETA: Pretty sure this is him. If you’re going to do something like this, shouldn’t you not use your real name as it makes it sooooo much easier to find you???? Just sayin’.
I’m pretty sure he’s a kid. If I knew for sure if any of his FB friends were his parents, I’d clue them in.
A year ago Mother’s Day, we discovered we had a fridge out. With such little warning, we had little budget to do so but thought we’d found a good buy when we found a larger one with the Haier name brand. We were under the impression that Haier was a German brand that had been around quite awhile so we bought it and felt very good about our buy.
Fast forward to several weeks ago and I noticed the milk didn’t seem as cold as I thought it should be. I dismissed it as a weird pregnancy thing. I shouldn’t have. A few weeks later, it stopped cooling the fridge though the freezer still worked.
I had a heckuva time getting anyone to help. The Haier number gave me exactly one repair place in our area and they told me to call someone else as they were booked solid for weeks. That seemed odd to me.
Here. I’ll let my response to the email from some rep at Haier explain the rest.
After getting zero assistance from Haier and having no luck whatsoever finding anyone willing to work on a Haier fridge, I did an internet search to find out why. Luckily, I was able to discover what hunks of junk anything with a Haier logo are before we spent even more money on it.
We scrapped the fridge – seems to be all they’re good for, really – and bought an LG. I’ve also wasted no opportunity to let everyone I come in contact with know what pieces of shite these products are. Not that it will affect you in any way. I’m sure all the execs at Haier and Lowe’s still sleep just fine knowing how badly they’re screwing people over with these horrible products.
Personally I’d have preferred dumping the damned thing off in your front lobby in multiple pieces but that seems that locale is kept pretty secret. Probably because your company couldn’t afford the maintenance from all of your customers doing the same thing.
May the fleas from a thousand camels infest your armpits and all that jazz.
I neglected to mention that Haier is now a Chinese company that seems to really skimp. The vast majority of the complaints I found told how the fridge lasted right about a year. Usually just a little over. Yanno, right past the warranty expires.
Please don’t buy Haier. You’ll regret it. I know we did. And so do many others.
It’s been awhile, I know. I’ve had some things going on and I knew I needed to steer clear of my blog or I’d divulge everything.
We’re going to have a new little one around 29, November. A bit unexpected as I had experienced some hot flashes so I kinda thought we didn’t have a whole lot to worry about.
My blood pressure has been a bit of a concern, especially with being pregnant. Additionally, when I went to see our NP yesterday, she was concerned about my pulse rate and she thought she might have heard a murmur but wasn’t positive.
In any case I now have an appointment with a cardiologist in August.
When you factor in the congestive heart failure of my father that he doesn’t seem to know a dann thing about, my maternal grandmother’s heart issues that I don’t know enough about, and the fact that my mother’s brother has had heart issues, I’m more than a little freaked out right now.
I don’t know what to do. Should I start exercising vigorously? Should I take it super easy? Should I stop eating meat? I have no idea what to do here and the stress of waiting until August isn’t exactly doing me any favors.
So there’s that.
Also, if I’m being completely honest, I’ve secretly suspected something may be wrong for awhile now. I just haven’t wanted to admit it out loud.
Kind of funny. Some guy warned Jon and I both to be careful with each other because people can and do die of broken hearts. Maybe there’s something to it. Heh.
Last Friday, Noah turned eight years old. I know, I’m a bit late here. We celebrated by going to a baseball game. He was a little disappointed that it wasn’t the Cubs but, overall, he had a good time.
He even got to see my tweet with his picture up on the screen.