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September 25, 2009

Moving Forward Fund

Hello Internet. How are you today? Good, I hope.

For reasons that I’m not comfortable sharing very much of yet, I need to move to my own place very soon. As of this moment, I don’t have enough money to do it. But, I need to, trust me. I have a very hard time asking for help, let alone money, so putting a donate button or whatever isn’t something I can do. However, my integrity has no problem doing a service for a price.

If you are game for it, I’m going to offer some custom works of art for various prices. If you aren’t game for it, that is totally cool, too. I have no idea if this will work or not, but I need to try. Thanks for not leaving a comment telling me how dumb you think I am or how stupid this idea is or how you are going to unfollow me now. Just go ahead and do whatever you need to do and I’ll do the same. This is an incredibly hard time for everyone in the household and we need support, not poopoo.

So here’s the deal. If you ever wanted your own custom painting, this is the time. You tell me some colors or an idea or email me a photo or whatever and the size and I will create something custom for you. Shipping is included in the price along with my thanks and love.

I can do watercolor, acrylic, found objects with modeling paste, ink and combinations of them all. Realistic or abstract. Pretty much anything you want except for oil, because it takes about 3 months to dry and since I will be moving, I don’t think that is going to work.

1 ink and watercolor blank card with envelope – $10
Set of 10 ink and watercolor blank cards with envelopes – $50
Custom name or word in blown ink – $40
Any style painting size 6″ X 8″ – $50
Any style painting size 16″ X 16″ – $80
Any style painting size 14″ X 18″ – $100
Any style painting size 20″ X 30″ – $160
Paper Mobile, any three colors – $120
Jewelry – email for prices

Send me an email [leahATleahpeahDOTcom] with your requirements and I’ll get started. I prefer payment via Paypal (my email address) and please allow up to two weeks for delivery.

Additionally, these are still for sale. There isn’t any room for them where I’m going, so if you want them, get them now. If you have the desire to invite people to view this post because you think they might like a custom Leahpeah work of art, please do so and thank you. xo

January 28, 2008

Fraud

We’re cleaning up after dinner and I get a text from Sprint. The text says ‘Here is your new temporary password’ followed by a string of numbers. I shrug and show Joe. He logs in online using the temp password and creates a new real one. Our fear? That possibly someone is trying to hack our phone account. We’re both a little bit concerned because we just got a piece of odd mail from sprint the other week showing someone else’s name on our account.

This morning I get a second text from Sprint. This one says ‘Please use this validation number to complete your registration/add phone process.’ Now I’m really worried because it looks like someone is trying to add a new phone to our account.

I call Sprint and wait for literally over thirty minutes for a guy in the fraud department to answer the phone and say ‘Yello!’ which was kind of a shock since I’m used to them answering with their whole I’m so-and-so can I help you thing. I explain to him what has happened. He cuts me off to tell me that no, in fact those texts are from Sprint trying to get me to log in online and create a question and a password to cut down on fraud.

Why, Sprint? Why couldn’t you just let me know what you were doing? Why are you texting me with 140 characters that don’t explain the whole process and your intent and freak me out? How about a phone call? Using, oh I don’t know, a Sprint phone line?

May 8, 2007

Phone, Again

Remember my funny, funny phone? Oh my gosh, has it just been a ton of laughs. At some point, when the people were fiddling with it over and over and insisting that pressing just ONE MORE combination of buttons would fix everything (hint – not.), someone placed the wrong number inside a deep code that sends out my phone’s signature to the heavens. Now, normally, going incognito wouldn’t bother me. I mean, who cares if your vacuum wants to pretend to be a toilet paper holder for a few days? Wouldn’t you? My side table is always masquerading as the trash and I know it likes it that way sometimes. Like a dirrrty vacation. Heck, sometimes I pretend to be a functioning human being.

So, there’s my phone, blipping out its signature to The System, and it’s off by just one number. Not too much, you might think, but enough to be The Wrong Number. Enter Trish. Hello, Trish. We spent many a long day together. You fending off calls and text messages that were meant for me and me trying not to flip my top because my voice mails and texting wouldn’t work? Good Times.

I had thought we were equal in our frustrations. I called Sprint. You called Nextel. We both yelled and cried and pulled our hair out. You got a new phone. And mine was on the way. Phew. Odd that your sister-in-law is named Leah and my kid’s step-mom is named Trish.

But, that was before you got rude with my daughter, who called me but got you through the system screw-up, and thinking it was me, started pouring out her heart about school stuff only to be sternly spoken to. She entered the Twilight Zone for a second and it left her a little off all day. I have to say that if your child, although I doubt very much you are a mother, called me, I would not have yelled and made her feel terrible because she is a KID who started the conversation with Hey MOM no matter how frustrated I was. Can I get an amen?

Anyhoo, I got my new phone. This new phone has no static. It also doesn’t have some of the same ring tones and alert sounds, which I don’t understand since supposedly it is the same phone. This has created an environment where I do not understand and cannot relate to my phone. I don’t recognize it, even after programming it as close to the old one as possible. I’m not even as competent as the penguins that find their children months later by listening to their cries. I hear blipping and bleeping and odd trailing whoo-de-dooing and I look around, blaming the remote or the camera or a stray sock.

My new phone also does not call Trish anymore when I call my voice mail. Nope. On the way home from the very inconvenient and very far away official technical phone fixing office, I checked my voice mail. I just wanted to be sure. I hit the 1 and enter and it promptly called Jeff. Hi Jeff.