The United Nations Family Email Scammer Alert

Another Scammer is on loose, this time,another new low has been hit, this time using the 'United Nations" as a lead-in on their emails. 

Just so you know, I received another great email today saying that I have one billions, or millions or bouillon or gold or I have been selected as one of the less than .000000000000000000000000000000000000000001% of people on earth (probably less than that...just more zero's won't fit on the page) to receive a secret stash of money from the following email:

United Nations Family (abs000039@gmail.com) 

Who's message is :

Address Linkelly Limited, 

4a New College Parade, 

Finchley Road, London,

Phone…+ 447031744557

Fax- + 442071174338

Email ungrant00002@gmail.com



WE THE PEOPLES, A STRONGER UN FOR A BETTER WORLD.



Attention: Beneficiary! 



United Nations (UN) Globally approved (65 Million Pounds Sterling’s) To (100) lucky families As Parts of Our Social responsibilities for Poverty Alleviation Supporting Family Grants Allocation and this is actually historic events for lucky families all over the world to educate and restore back education for all. After the Secretary General Ban Ki-moon and the appointed Delegates visited Haiti and Asia, Middle East and rest of the world.



If you received this e-mail, note that your Family Grants Award of (Ј1, 000, 000.GBP) Pounds (one Million British pounds sterling) 



Fill the claims form below and submit your contact details to our Social Worker for further information’s Contact: (Mr. Kenny Ford) by email 

(ungrant00002@gmail.com) for your families grant payment. 





Family Grants No: UN/GRANT/PAG/0122014



Full Name ….. 



Next of kin Full Name … 



Address ….. 



Phone Number …. 



Occupation





Country of Origin 



Age….. 



Yours Sincerely, 



Mr. Kenny Ford (Family Grants Processing Agent.) Europe and Haiti, Africa countries, Rest of the World.

Michael & Susan Dell Foundation (Grant Officer:

Ban Ki-moon (Secretary General) 

And the best part of this scammers message is below, read this:

 Note: For security reasons, you are advised to keep your family Grants information confidential till your claims is processed and your money remitted to you in whatever manner you deem fit to claim your prize. This is part of our precautionary measure to avoid double claiming

I guess because I won't keep it secret then I forfeit my prize! 

The Round Brush From Hell!

Are you in serious need of a cardio workout but are just to lazy to go to the gym?
Do you wish you could be motivated to raise that heart-rate above your near Zombie-like pace?

Oh boy-oh boy, do I have the answer for YOU!

Simply purchase a round hair brush.....like this one...

(uhm....i have to go get it out of the garbagio....will upload a pic later)


And then proceed to use the brush like you think you should. It's round, so go ahead and twirl that sucker round and round till you get a nice sheath of your lovely hair wrapped in there and voila' you will simply unwind it and you will have an amazing wave right?

Oh God! no. The brush is stuck, upon rolling it back out to release the hair now feels like I have just been subject to a torture routine as one-hair-at-a-time is being ripped right out of my scalp. Immediately, I can feel my hands get clammy and moistness comes to my upper lip. I've already started to sweat!  So there I sit for almost an hour trying frantically pulling small pieces through and cringing as they are still wound up inside the evilness that this brush is, and then in between inaudible small weeping sounds, and hoping beyond all this natural,  I discover that those scissors in my side drawer are now looking like the only way that I will be able to get out of this predicament. I'm desperate now, "cut me Doc, cut me" and I feel like I will save my own life if I can just get through this delicate procedure. Had I known the next little secret, it would have saved a few things like; my hair.

Do you think I could think straight enough to get to the laptop and plug in H.E.L.P. for Hair? No.
Do you think I could have grabbed my cell and logged onto google that way?. No.
Because when you're half-way in between getting ready for an event, and you decide to put yourself into pain this way, you panic.

Here's what I did find AFTER cutting the chunk of hair away and then using half a can of hairspray to hide my new "do".  All you need is a knitting needle. That's it. That's all it takes to pull the hairs back through, remember if you never had your hair pulled through a cap for streaking back in the day (sorry, but I don't even know if they still do that), that same type of item would work too.

Now, don't I wish that I knew that when it was happening to me and secondly, don't I wish I had either one of those things in my house at the time, you bet.

I guess I should take up knitting. At least it's safer than styling my own hair. 
©MoneyPenny's Place 2009-2014

Open Office Space and the Torment of Hyper Sound Sensitivy

Do you suffer from over sensitive hearing? What most people find not even noticeable, I find unbearable. And the word "suffer" is an under-statement.  I have to psych myself up to go into my workplace. Most recently, we moved to a place that of course is cubicles, and very very open concept. The level of noise is surmountable, with more than 80 people in it and we spent the majority talking on the phone.  Not only can I hear everything my immediate 8 coworkers are staying, I can hear people five rows back, clear as day. And what's worse?  I am sitting across from one person who's keyboard makes the loudest clicking noise all day long, but another one who sits diagonal from me, who does data entry, I listen to clicking and tapping for 8 hours a day.

I feel like I'm going to lose it one of these days.

I wear ear phones the entire time and that doesn't even stop the noise, I tried to play white or pink noise but was told by one of my coworkers that it bothers her and I have to turn it off, even at the lowest setting. I discussed it with immediate supervisor, trying to get another seat, but they said I have to get used to it, all offices have noise. I've worked in offices for over 20 years, this one takes the cake.

I wished that someone would understand that I'm not crazy, no I don't have a mental illness and it's actually causing me such distress that I worry the night before in how can I cope with it or bear it for another day.  I also have Tinnitus and I have tried everything. I hear high-pitched screeching noise all day long to go along with the ticking and the conversations.

I'm posting this in hopes that someone out there can help me. I'm desperate!  No amount of hearing tests will detect this, so how do I prove to my employers that it is real?

I've always been sensitive to noise, but this is overtaking my work life and I hate it.

The cubicle's are 4 feet in height with a 1 foot glass window all the way around 3 of the walls. Like I said, I need help!!!

The Big Snit: Canada Has One!

OM CHANTING MEDITATION: Try It!

I tried meditation in the 1970's in Vancouver, BC when it wasn't "fashionable", this also went along with me using Tom's Toothpaste and horrid tasting foods like Carob. Seriously, health food really was hard to digest. I have a special place in my heart for Aloe Vera Juice which I halfheartedly gagged down on a regular basis, come to think of it, it reminds me of kids that eat their own snot. Not sure what the flavor would be like but Aloe Juice has a very gunky, mucous texture, slimy and nasty aftertaste.  Anyone who liked it probably also like Cilantro, and anyone who likes Cilantro can't be sane, can they?

And on that note, I've gotten off track again, what I meant to say was...I tried meditation in the 70's but didn't find it fascinating. I didn't like Yoga but still tried to watch Kareen's Yoga on the local TV station every weekend. I loved Kareen, her voice was so calming, and I suppose that I didn't understand that it would have been beneficial to actually dedicate my lazy butt and I probably could have averted many anxiety attacks earlier on in life.  Ahhhhh...hindsight..how I hate you.

And now at my ripe old age of 50, I have a wicked case of  tinnitus, I hear that high-pitched screech all day long, it can be exhausting.  And it makes you desperate for relief, so I was searching White Noise and Pink Noise and behold! I accidentally clicked onto a link for OM Chanting.

Now I know what you're going to say..once you've "oohmmmmmmed" then you been there and done that. I care to differ. I tried it for fun, just to follow along. I tried different tempo's, starting my chant in the middle of theirs or at the end, interesting sound.  But I think my favorite part was, it kind of tickles my throat and I forgot that little things that feel funny can actually be funny good and funny haha rather than funny odd.

Nice to know I still have a kid inside me somewhere.  And for Kareen Zebroff, much Love and Respect to you, you are one heck of a beautiful soul.

You Are One Serious Tomato Darling

I've had a rough week, a rough year and so on and so forth, but once again I have amassed the knowledge that I thought was so damn relevant to all of us, and I wanted to share that with you.

 Just in case you forgot, I wanted to remind you....
After all, is was just Monday you know.  And now that it's Tuesday, Well you, Let's just say that you are Rockin' the Do' today, and you should be told:

You are an absolutely Gorgeous Soul, Inside, Outside and hell, even sideways and upside-down too. 

Love to You My Darlings. 

Muah

If I can try, so can you. Leave a Comment And Keep It Going!

Goodbye Facebook: Why I Quit

Good bye Facebook! I'm happy to say our relationship is over. The honeymoon period has waned over several years and I found facebook just to be another place to try to avoid.  I don't even want to know about your other interests and what you did or where you went, just as much as you don't want to know mine.

Let's face it (no pun intended), my life is not all that interesting.  Neither is yours. Facebook was another way to either make you feel important and even more so, terribly unimportant. For some, it was the soapbox and I learned that everything I was eating..no wait, everything ..and I mean EVERYTHING I was eating, whatever I was doing, where I went shopping, what I did or if I chose not to do was killing the earth or something on it, or in it or outside of it, hell, I was probably killing aliens too.

I just ran out of things to say, didn't have any cute pictures of cats or dogs or babies to post. In fact, I hated to be in charge of censorship on my own wall and finally had decided to stop people from posting on my wall altogether, which reminds me of a little story about a lady name Liane, who's a teacher in British Columbia, Liane will tell you how great of a teacher she is, working with your kids, those cute little minds, but heaven forbid, she openly refers to me as a "retard" (as she liked to post on my wall) and I wonder what kind of teacher she actually truly is. Probably not the kind that I would want my child to learn anything from.  Liane also has an "imaginary friend" whom she liked to blame for posting insulting or smarmy comments.

So, you can see. I'll totally miss that.


I think Facebook infancy was truly where is shone the brightest. Now it's just old, I found myself spending more time trying to ensure my privacy wasn't being violated, was someone stealing my photo's? And even worse, I was shunned because I didn't join in those games like Bejeweled, Mafia Wars, Hidden Treasure or Farmsville.

I guess I found out that I am just as unpopular as I am in the real world.  My fear is that one day I would sign into Facebook and someone would be posting how great of a day they had because they had a BM.  (If you have to ask what that is, well, obviously you may not be old enough) In other words, there are some things I just don't want to know about and not having Facebook as part of my day-to-day hasn't harmed it.
 
In fact, some people have actually called me on the phone today. How weird.