Casey's Just Sayin'

Oh, here's a story. You know we all have a bunch of passwords, right? Well, every few months I change mine, especially since getting a rather threatening message from a would-be criminal who basically told me he had so many millions of passwords, chances were he had one of mine or my family's. Very unsettling. So I change my passwords a lot. And I have about 30 of them. And since I know that one of a crook's methods of getting into my stuff is to find my password on a less secure site (say a forum board) and try that password on a more secure site (say a bank), I use different passwords. Last night I got the idea that I would write them all down and put them some place safe. The thought was that if something happened to me, My Love would be able to get into all my junk and retrieve stuff, shut things down, etc., etc. A little morbid, maybe, but it seemed brilliant at the time. If you know me, you may guess what's coming next. Yep. I promptly lost the pa...

I know I've posted this story before, but I'm sure many of you haven't read it. After my little quip about golf vs. lawn care I thought it deserved another go. The old man didn't hear his wife when she opened the front door, barely handling the two bags of groceries in her arms as she dipped inside and kicked the door shut, scuttling to the kitchen. She never let the clerks use plastic bags at the store because the straps cut into her hands. He didn't notice her as she put away the soup cans, milk carton, chicken breasts, eggs, rice and the rest. Even though he sat less than five feet from her at the kitchen table, his attention was fully drawn out the small kitchen window. “George!” she finally yelled, which came out as a harsh screech like a child's cough. He didn't turn but grumbled and batted at the back of his head as if a fly were buzzing about. “You're being rude.” “Lady, you need to shut your trap,” he grumbled, still looking out the window. “I ...

hug your puppy for me That first afternoon, a warm valley day Into the heat of the Haven Humane The scent of desperation in the air The kids were bright and hoping she'd be there From a litter of four or five, we picked Girl who stuck snout through prison bars and licked Little brown ball lifted into the air And we brought home our sweetie Hanna Bear Hard to believe that was fifteen years past So unfair that our companions don't last She brought laughter, love and life to the air Impossible that once she wasn't there We watched her grow before our very eyes Our affection seemed to swell with her size Like a deer she could spring into the air Whether chasing squirrels or leaping at hares Too soon body began to let her down Never forgot the time she almost drown Now with her gone there's stillness in the air Though, I swear, I still feel our Hannah Bear Thanks for reading. I don't think I'll write anymore tonight. Cheers, Casey