Just when I thought it couldn’t get worse. . .  it did.

Last night late I was working through my email and I cam across an email from the GMAIL TEAM.  It told me they were eliminating all the accounts that were unused.  They asked me to tell them my name and password to verify I still wanted the account.  Like a complete idiot I filled in the form and sent it off.

This morning as I tried to log on to my gmail account, my blood ran cold.  My log in didn’t work.  Time after time I tried.  Nothing.  What have I done!?

I’ve been using email for nearly 12 years.  I cannot believe I fell for their ruse.  It just looked so official!

Bottom line–my email has changed to:  whirlwindtim@gmail.com.

I know you folks that read this blog are some of my best friends.  PLEASE change my email in your address book.

This evening I’ve imported my old address book from Outlook.  I’ll work on sending a message to everyone asap. What a huge hassle.

This afternoon Kathy, Ashley and I went to Eagle’s Landing Baptist Church to see one of my MSC couples get appointed along with the new North American Mission Board President Geoff Hammond.  It was a great service.  The mapquest that I downloaded from the church website took me WAY out of the way into the middle of nowhere.  I couldn’t believe it!  I finally found my way there, but it wasn’t easy.

Also had a mother at Kensington Station call me and just royally cuss me out in the worst language imaginable because we told her son to go home.  She wasn’t there and it was the kid’s first time to the center.  Between all the cussing I explained to her that this was NOT day care and that we are an all volunteer operation.  There are times when we can’t be there.  Did no good.  Just kept cussing me out and threatening lawsuits.  Her husband signed a form stating that we were NOT responsible for their children and that we were NOT to be used as a baby sitting outfit.  When I asked her if she was home when we sent the child there, she admitted she was not.  I felt sorry for the lady worring about her child.  I felt badly.  But who’s watching these children when we are not there?

It has really been a tough week.