Password Jungle

Chili is in the crockpot, cornbread in the oven, so I figure I have a little time to write. God forbid ANYTHING relating to starting your own blog is easy...I go to log in and FORGOT all my password information to the first blog I started a few days ago! What? U are fucking kidding me! (A warning, I curse so if you can't deal with that, find that little x on the corner of the screen and get out.) I have sooooo had it with passwords I'm really starting to lose it a little. Has someone invented a little "password keeper" thingy, like a journal for passwords? No, they haven't? Well, all you entrepreneur types, there you go---something else to sell at Borders that is not a book. My dad, the consummate inventor-in-another-life-that-has-nothing-to-do-with-raising-and-feeding-twelve-children....HE would say, "keep that idea under you're hat!" So, I deliberately go against that piece of advice and tell you all about the password keeper-thingy....like a "Trapper Keeper" from 8th grade. Did the "Trapper Keeper" come before or after the "Peachy" folder? Ahhhhh, the good ole days! 8th grade...skintight Chemin De Furs (or Dittos, take your pick), no job, no mean little douchebag kids who write dick-ish stuff online about each other. You thought I was gonna say "no mean little kids" huh? Oh hell no! I can name EVERY single little shit that ever intimidated me, made fun of my stutter, tied me up to the tetherball pole with a jumprope---that list goes ON and ON.

I have to admit I'm kind of sad. I have zero recall capability (which is probably why I STILL can't find a job), I've forgotten what I ruminated about in Blog#1--something I'm sure about being a single mother, just getting laid off ("layed", or "laid"...I always get stuck on that word....both sound like something I haven't done in awhile), oh, and losing my mother almost one year ago today---EEEk, did I just type those two things in the same sentence? Is my beloved mother looking down on me right now, tisk tisking--wondering to herself why I would possibly tell the entire world about my non-existent sex life? I am considering erasing it, well not erasing...deleting the above. Great, now I can worry about this miniscule bullshit for the next week or so. I think ultimately she would just shake her head, tuck her bottom lip over her top lip, meaning I am SOOOOOO busted, and forget about it. Yes, I am sure this is what she would do so I am leaving it there. It stays. Layed, Laid or however else you wanna say it.