That's What You Call Password Overload

Years ago when email was very new, I had absolutely NO problem remembering my user name and password. But as the years have gone by and the net has become a very convenient way of doing almost anything from sending email to paying bills on line to accessing billing details to online banking -- and oh yeah my blog too, user names for almost all accounts and not to forget the passwords that go with it have been piling up. Are you with me? How can we keep track?

Yesterday, I was going to pay my credit card online using the Internet banking service of my ATM and then my mind just went blank! I initially typed what I thought was my user name and password and after 3 tries a pop up window saying "your account has been disabled. please contact the bank" left me staring blankly at it and wondering what else could my password be?? Could it be this? No that's my password for my blog. Could it be that? No that's for my email. I thought I had the same password as my airline mileage on line account? Oh but no, I remember I had to change it.

So then I decided to call customer service. I dislike doing that because it takes forever to get connected to a customer rep! I spent around 20 minutes of my precious day waiting to be connected to one. Finally I got to speak to one. After all the verifying the rep finally gave me a temporary password.

So I went back on line and accessed my account. Voila I was able to get through. Now I had to change my password. So i entered my NEW password. Once the page was refreshed, a notice informing me that I could not use the last 3 passwords I had already used in past. So after again, typing a new password and having the page refreshed, I got the same notice. So i tried a different password and then got the same notice. Because I play around with names and numbers which I know I will never forget, I often try to use the same passwords because I get so confused! On my 3rd attempt at changing my password, I get a pop up window that said "your account has been disabled. please contact the bank."

Frustrating!

So I got my purse, walked to the nearest bank and fell in line to pay my bills.

So much for convenience!

Perspective Of A 2 Year Old

Conversations with the little guy are starting to really amuse me.

Dash: Mom? Buy Howlk?

Me: You have lots of toys already sweetie.

Dash: Peees Mom? Buy Howlk?

Me: Where are we going to get the money to buy Hulk sweetheart?

Dash: In da bag (points to my bag)

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Dash: Josh? Chupchup (Asking for his pacifier)

Josh: No

Dash: Peees Josh get chupchup?

Josh: Nope

Dash: Peees Josh??!!!??

Josh finally gives in and sticks the paci in Dash's mouth.

Josh: why do you love your chupchup so much?? Does it taste like ice cream??

Dash: Yah

HONGKONG

We went on a short 4-day holiday to Hongkong. We had a blast and I want another vacay. NOW.

An Pleasant Reminder

We attended my husband's cousins wedding over the weekend. I love attending weddings-- it's an occasion just so full of emotions. While sitting in the church waiting for the bride to finally walk down the aisle, I couldn't help but remember my wedding day.


The Prayer was sang as the beautiful bride slowly walked down the aisle with her father. A huge knot began to form in my throat. As her father gave her away, people started to wipe away their tears. The ceremony was solemn but brief. I was thankful for the message of the priest because it reminded me again of the importance of marriage. The hustle and bustle of everyday life often distracts me from certain things I should focus on. My priorities get jumbled a lot of times and I often end up neglecting people and things who deserve my love and attention. I allow petty things to destroy the day without realizing how much is being compromised because of my own selfishness.

I closed my eyes and said a prayer.

The reception that followed of course was for everyone to enjoy.

I am thankful for my husband. I am thankful for my children.

I am thankful for family.

More Color Blue

I went for my 2nd trisem ultrasound last week. Let me just say that everytime I have an ultrasound (I have had probably almost more than 20 scans in my entire lifetime! OC me), I always feel so, so nervous. Paranoia just fills my entire being -- what if the baby isn't there anymore? what if they see something wrong with the baby's heart, what if there's a left or a finger or a toe missing? And my heart begins to race so fast.

So anyway, I went for my scan. And voila! I'm really starting to believe that my body is really made for making boys. It sort of drove me hysterical just thinking of all the testosterone that will fill our home.

I walked out of the doctors clinic thankful that the baby was doing OK. Very energetic--he kept kicking the whole time.

Now on to what to name him.