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Identity Crisis

My wallet is MIA.  I am so frustrated by this.  Actually a little surprised this is the first time I lost it.  So I am lucky in that I suppose.  But I feel so lost.  I have no identity.

I think Bank of America sets up security questions just for fun.  I, of course, was calling in my debit card lost/stolen.  And he was asking me questions like, what is the number on the card.  Umm..not sure...I lost it. What is your driver's license number? Nope lost that too.  Where was check number 1087 written to?  I have no idea.  But I can guess if you would like?  

I seriously wasn't trying to be a pain.  What's your husband's date of birth? CRAP, I always suck at that one too.  What is your husband's mother's maiden name?  Smith.  Done.  Got that one.

I appreciate the fact that they are trying to be secure, but I am not sure why someone would call and cancel someone else's card just because.  But it is done.

I keep going through my head trying to remember what all I had in there.  No cash, because I'm broke and never carry cash (thankfully).  My library card.  DL.  Chopper Shopper card.  Room key to the Caribe Hilton where Ian and I got married & honeymooned it up..... warranty card for my wedding rings. And I think that is it really.  

Besides it being a huge pain, I think I am most upset about the fact that I actually liked my DL picture.  I am pretty sure you only get one good DL picture in a lifetime.  I was looking good that day.  And when I looked at that picture, I felt good about myself.  And I was also proud of the fact that I weighed less then what my DL said I weighed.  Because at some point, when I got that last DL...I probably lied about my weight, on the low end.  "Wishful thinking" if you will.  Well I am less then my wishful thinking was which made me feel good (even though I am out of shape and need to get my buns moving).  Now, I will have to make that adjustment, thus not feeling good about that anymore.  

And you know what else.  I hate the DMV.  Takes forever.  So this month, I will have to get a new DL AND new tags.  AND another thing.  I will have to update my address to the apartment.  I don't want my apartment on my DL because this is temporary.  Not that having my old address what doing me any service, but it is just the thought of making someone temporary so official.  

All around, loosing a wallet is not a good deal and a huge pain in the rear.  I am still holding out hope that I dropped it in the parking lot and someone turned it in to the office.  I am checking there first thing in the morning.  

On other news, we lost our first basketball game.  I played horrible again.  I am actually, pretty sure, I am not going to play the next game at all.  It is late (9:30) and I'm just kinda blah about it...but in two weeks, I plan to be back at it..hopefully refreshed.  I need to do some shooting around or something.  Yikes.  I am going into retirement again after this session.  When the next session starts, I will hopefully be relocated, making the drive about 30 or 45 minutes.  I would be doing more driving then playing--plus having my buddy 5 days a week is keeping me so busy that I need more down time.  

That pretty much sums it up.  If your out there, and you find my wallet.  If i can at least of my DL back, that would be awesome.  Thanks.  

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