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Trick Question Got Me

April 29, 2012 // Posted in Life, Memories, Money (Tags: , ) |  Comments Off on Trick Question Got Me

My bank has this weird log in process where you have to answer questions besides just enter a user name and a password. They call it a comfort assurance or some shit. So I had to get online to check some things on my account and I’m in a hurry and I must have messed up something when I tried to log in. It asked me for the answer to a security question and I didn’t know what to put in there.

What is freaking my out about it is that I don’t remember setting this up and answering the question in the first place. So how does the bank know the name of my best friend when I was growing up? No shit – that was the question. Who was my best friend when I was growing up? Well, I didn’t have just one best friend. We moved a lot and I had several best friends. And I’m still in touch with all of them. So how the hell does the bank know what my answer is supposed to be when even I don’t know the right answer? FML.

Bet Your Sweet Ass

April 5, 2012 // Posted in Friends, Laughs, Life, Memories (Tags: ) |  Comments Off on Bet Your Sweet Ass

When I was a kid my parents were talking about this secret club and they were teasing us kids about it. So the idea of the secret club is that you have an initiation. It’s a test to see if you are good enough to join the club. They did it to us, but we didn’t pass the test, so we were fucked from joining.

You never know who is in the club unless someone who is already in the club asks you a secret coded question. If someone in the club asks you, “Are you a Turtle?” you have to give them the right coded answer of they automatically know that you are not in the club.

I learned how to fuck with them about that, tho. Even though I’m not in the club, I know the secret answer because I remember hearing my parents talk about it and laughing their asses off when people unwittingly didn’t answer right.

Hey hey hey

March 30, 2012 // Posted in Friends, Laughs, Life, Memories (Tags: , , ) |  Comments Off on Hey hey hey

My birthday is fucking here and it is party time. My best friend Jen has decided to throw me a party since I haven’t had one in years, so this is gonna rock ! I love my friend Jen, because she always does things like this for people. Most of the time, I don’t let her do for me, but this time I am relenting. Of course she doesn’t know that we have already planned a surprise party for her birthday which is coming up. That is partially why I am letting her do mine. If I didn’t and then she gets hers she will be upset.

So tonight is going to be the shit and I am going to get plastered. She made the plans to have it at her boyfriends house, because he has a pool and the weather has been so nice that a pool party is just what we need. She also knows that I love to swim and have been chafing at the bit to go swimming already. I am glad that his pool is heated though, because the water everywhere else is super cold still. So the time has come to get our party on and have some fun. I hope everyone has as good a night as I am going to.

Laundry Day

August 2, 2011 // Posted in Life, Memories (Tags: , , , ) |  Comments Off on Laundry Day

As a kid in New England, my family lived in a small town with a lot of good people who took family life very seriously. It was one of those “it takes a whole village” kind of places.

Everyone in my neighborhood did laundry on Monday, and although we had electric dryers, a lot of women preferred to hand the laundry out on a clothesline. Tuesday was always dedicated to ironing the clothes that were washed the day before.

It’s funny how these little habits stick with you. I try to do my laundry on Mondays, but if something comes up and I’m too busy, then I make very sure to get the laundry done on Tuesdays. LOL

Padiddle

July 16, 2011 // Posted in Life, Memories (Tags: , , , ) |  Comments Off on Padiddle

As a kid we used to play this silly game in the car called, Padiddle. I have no idea where the name came from or if it has any meaning in any language. But the rules were simple. First person to see an oncoming car with only one headlight called out, “Padiddle!” and slaps the car ceiling with their hand to get a point. When the trip is over, the person with the most points won that game.