Passwords Make Me Angry

We all get this, the ‘your password will expire in 30 days, would you like to change it now?’ message and for the next few minutes you contemplate changing it at that very moment. But you get sidetracked and move on to something else. The next morning you receive the same message and again you opt not to change it. Why? Because you have to remember another set of numbers and letters unless you keep a handy password organizer sheet handy. Today I needed to reset a password, actually change it for the greater good because it was an old letter/numeric combo that I’ve had for a long time. It actually put a sour taste in my mouth from bad memories, I had to change it to keep my sanity. I changed it to something more personal that has something to do with ME! Not anyone else or my old home address, phone number, license plate, ex’s birthday. I learned that everytime I typed this password into that little box it angered me even more. It was my goal to change it to something other than a sentimental thing that would anger me to type it in and cause distress every time. I never thought a password would cause such emotional distress…who can I sue for that?

What is Girls Night Out? (GNO for short)

“What goes on during a GNO? What do you girls do?” I’ve heard many questions about GNO from guys that I know, they are sooo curious about what goes on when they aren’t around, or just plain curious. I’m going to let you in on a few secrets….and I hope my gal pals will not shun me for this.


First off, GNO is for everyone (married, single, divorced, widowed, etc). It happens two or three times a year, maybe more at most. Our agenda is not to pick up guys, flirt with other men, potentially start fights and find the nearest male revue. Our agenda is to reconnect with our gal pals, to chat like Samantha, Carrie, Miranda and Charlotte did on their days at that restaurant. Yes, we’ll talk men, guys, sex, work, kids, gossip and we’ll probably talk about the girls who aren’t there as well. (I’m not gonna lie). Over a martini or two, a light beer or a glass of vino, we’ll laugh, talk, and blush over things we did, said and probably will say after the next round. Whether we’re at a bar for a few hours, a club to shake our money makers, or at someone’s house we’re still the girls and we’re still having fun. Yes, we might add a male revue like TFDU in there, but we’re also still sitting at that same table and laughing over drinks with our gals. Had it not been for our gal pals we probably would not have survived some of the things that have happened in our life and for that, its time to say “Thanks”. We remember that most of our good crazy times in the past happened with our gals, not with our guys (past/present). And no one is going to criticize you for hanging with your girlfriends for one night, if they do, then they should be stoned in a courtyard medieval style. Shame on them for forgetting who they really are! Some of us may have our dating life, married life and family but deep down inside you need time for yourself and a few hours away from that to reconnect with who you are. I think it’s sad that a group of guys can go to the American Legion on a weekly basis, smoke stogies and drink beer for a few hours and us ladies are frowned upon for spending a few hours away from home. Well, whatever guys, girls just want to have fun and I’m sure you can survive on take out for one night.



So GNO is not about an agenda (for those of you who think we’re just on the hunt)….its a celebration of our gals, and knowing that no matter what happens our gal pals are always there for us.

Why Women Should Not Change Their Name when they get Married

Disclosure: Its just my opinion, I have nothing against women changing their names when they get married, I was one myself.

1. Depending on what state you live in you have to change your Social Security card first before you change your license, and don’t forget you need all that supporting documentation proving who you are! (Don’t forget that marriage license, I hope you got multiple copies!)

2. Then once your license is changed, then you can change your insurance and any other related documents, including all those credit cards you have!

3. Have a drink and continue on reading!

4. At work, your username could change if you want it to. I’d advise not changing it because a lot of programs use your username as a key and you could lose reports and information saved under your current name.

5. Don’t forget the websites you already belong to if you’ve used your maiden name as part of a username!

6. Relatives may not know who to make the annual holiday gift check out to and they continue to send you checks with your maiden name, so your bank may not know who you are!

7. Have a drink and then continue on.

8. Should things not workout - it’s a PITA to change your married name back to your maiden name. (Repeat steps in this order 3, 1, 3, 2, 3)

9. And you have to bring along your supporting documentation – including divorce documents proving your name change.

10. Relatives may forget that you changed your name – and then changed it back again. Be forgiving the first time they slip up and send you a Christmas card with your married name on it. Your friends should know better!

11. New people at work (if you still work for the same firm like I do) will have difficulty finding you in the company directory – since they knew you with your married name, not your maiden.

12. New(er) people at work will congratulate you when they see in the company directory that your name has changed, just accept it nicely like you should and move on. Who knows, you may get gifts out of the deal!

13. Stalkers and those holding out their affections will now come forward expressing their undying love now that you’re back on the market….don’t you wish you never changed your name! ;)

Happy Thanksgiving….and other terms during dinner that could be inappropriate or just plain LOL:

Happy Thanksgiving….and other terms during dinner that could be inappropriate or just plain LOL:


- I couldn’t find the plummer, I just shed a tear.
- Someone likes the ass.
- If I clean it, he’ll eat it.
- The neck is next to the ass.
- I don’t know where my ass went.
- I have a large breast here.
- Remember I’m the one who had the leg.
- I went to the urinal face first.
- I rode an elephant in the park.
- Did I ever ride a horse, Mom?
- I’m going to see the plumber this time, and I’m gonna talk to him.
- I still don’t know why you get grey hair on your head first, before you get it on your eyebrows and your pubic hair! (yes I’m quoting that word for word.)
- A clean ass is a happy ass.
- You got me hot! I’m sweating over here.
- I think there’s something in the wine.

Dear Drivers....yes that means you!

Dear Drivers (yes, I’m including all states)
I am a driver, like most people nowadays. I travel the highways, the local roads, I’ve dealt with idiots, morons and the typical Sunday Drivers and decided that now is a great time to say something about them….because I can. In every state that I drive in, I’ll call you out and tell it like it is…because I can. So Dear Drivers….here’s the first installment. I hope you enjoy it (and I hope I can just keep up with the traffic).



In my travels I take Route 78 West home….what I don’t understand is why everyone needs to brake by exit 11. The State Police barracks are across the highway, is a car going to jump the median to catch someone following traffic? They certainly don’t brake going east on my way to work, what’s the difference at 5 pm? Hmm..I have no idea, it only happens on the way home from work, not on the weekends or when I’m traveling off hours. Note to all NJ Drivers at rush hour…Exit 11 on Route 78 West – beware of brake lights for no apparent reason!

Call - Text - or Email - or None of the Above

I’m not really sure I can even post this..as I may offend too many people, but whatever.  You know who you are, if its you oh well.  I really thought that it was the water, the area, the alcohol, then again, maybe it wasn’t, maybe it was just the person.  But not everyone is like this, and it’s a total turn off.  I get a text message and because I don’t immediately respond within the first 10 minutes the phone rings, but they don’t leave a message, so an hour later they send another text message.  And I don’t respond because I am not near my phone, its not attached to my hip, I’m at work, I’m busy, I’m in the shower, whatever.  Then the phone rings again, same person and this time they leave a message.  Doesn’t this show signs of possessiveness!?  I don’t need that in my life..I have no one to answer to but myself.  Let’s rewind to the bad blind date guy from a few years ago that sent me hate mail because I didn’t return his call within an appropriate amount of time.  Yup, these two are drinking the same koolaid.  Hence they can have a threesome with this one, who sends an email and doesn’t give me a chance to respond and just writes me off in another email, and then once I do respond angrily, he then sends me a text message, where 20 minutes later he calls because I didn’t respond to his text and then gets my voicemail because yet again, I’m busy, I’m at work, I’m not near my phone.  HAHA

Hi, how are you....you really want to know?

"Hi, How are you?" "How was your weekend?" the everyday or every start to the workweek banter that occurs between co-workers and passersby. The thoughtless way to communicate with someone as a way to be nice to them if you pass them in the hallway, lunchroom, bathroom. I had a few people ask me how my weekend was, and depending on how you answer and then depending on who it is will start the interrogation. For example: "Me: Oh it was good." "Them: Did you do anything exciting?" Do you care, honestly? Would you knowing about what I did over the weekend really make your life any better? And why, what use would you have with that information? I'm going to take us back to my dating-pre-engagement years when everytime I came back to work after a holiday weekend I got hit with "So, how was your holiday?" and then the ladies would check my left hand to see if I was wearing anything sparkling and shiny. They don't check for that now, they won't even ask me what happened. Sorry, just an inside joke for those of you not knowing everything in my life because I've avoided the 'how are you?' question and answer session in the workplace.
Why, why do you need to know? Why do you feel the need to ask anyway? Especially if we don't work together, you don't know my personal life! Think about the many times you've been asked "hey, what's going on?" and what was your answer "uh not much". How are you supposed to respond? The last time I had to think about what to say in response to someone, they had no idea what to say back. I think I came out with "I only got 4 hours of sleep, how do you think I feel?" They ran away not knowing what to say, haven't asked me about 'how my day was' since. These people are fake anyway, I know they are just being polite but just say 'Hi', don't ask for details, don't interrogate, and don't persistently ask me everyday. You then become part of the "I must avoid at all costs' lists, when I start dodging you in the office.
Unless I know you and we're friends and we do talk about things like this, AND I know that you had some big weekend trip coming up, then I'd ask you how it went, and the same goes with a vacation. I sure am not going to tell just the typical co-worker (that I never see, but knew I was on vacation) who asks me how my vacation was that I had such a great time drinking my face off, dancing the night away and almost breaking the headboard. Yeah, stuff like that should be shared between friends not the office chatty Cathy because we all know later on that day in the lunchroom she's repeating that conversation to her flock of hens after they've asked her 'how was your weekend?' and got an earful.