It started out cold, really cold, this morning. Walking back from the bus stop, I finally started to take seriously the warnings the weather geeks broadcast - "Exposed flesh can flash freeze in 16 nanoseconds or less," or whatever it is. That wind was brutal walking up the alley back to the house. I didn't have to go straight off to work because I had an appointment with our accountant to get the taxes done. Since I had about an hour and a half to kill, I grabbed another cup of coffee and finished the crossword puzzles from yesterday's paper. Both of them. And without using any words like "surl" to make things fit.
Good news from the accountant, for us at least. Mom and Dad sold off some land a year or so ago with some of the procedes being distributed to the children. Because of the way the money was distributed, this year each of us kids would have to pay the captal gains on the sale, and believe me, there was significant appreciation in the value of the land. I decided to take a risk and use my share of the money to buy stuff, like food, and to also try and pay down some of the massive debt we've incurred while TOYH was in school. It worked out for us. Our household income was so low, and our deductions so numerous, that we are still getting a refund. What a relief. It's nice to get a refund, but I guess I'd rather not be in the position we've been in the last year financially. It's been awful.
When I got to work I had a bunch of stuff waiting for me, including trying to arrange the shipping of some gear purchased from three different military bases across the country. Jon has a penchant for the impulsive buying of used test equipment and he bought a few units from a government liquidator. He gets to click and bid on stuff he's going to play with in his repair shop. I get to fill out form after form and find people to pick it up and ship it to us. It's a gigantic pain in the butt for me. When I got to work today I was able to finalize most of the shipping arrangements for this crap. Gah. I don't understand why Jon buys this stuff in the first place. The last time we bought military surplus, all we got was a pile of garbage and as it turns out, we had to ship some of the garbage back because it wasn't properly decommissioned garbage. At least I've got shipping arranged for this present pile-o-crap and I won't have it hanging over my head.
Today was the first time I looked at this blog in a few days. Apparently only "anonymous" (and I know who you are) is interested in coming up with names. Unfortunately, anon. did not suggest anything useful for me at this time. Then I got to Francis' comment and came up with the current name. F & J, come on up and collect your prize any time. It made me happy to get one more dig in on this movie. And what a dig. This blog better than WC? Bwahahahahahahahaha. All you WC fans send in better names and maybe I'll change it again, if I deem your submission titleworthy. This name won't last if you give me some decent suggestions.
Tonight, Book Club and a total lunar eclipse, if we drag ourselves outside in the cold.
Yup it's shaping up to be a pretty good day.
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Whoooo-hoooo! (arms raised)
Shut up, Frank.
So happy to hear you actually had something to do at work today.
You mean besides blog and do the crosswords in the paper?
On principle, I will NOT partake of the prize winnings (as much as I love Tacy's cooking).
Although I have to say the new blog name is appropriate, as *nothing* is Better than White Christmas...
Ummm, excuse me, I think Our Lord Jesus is better than White Christmas, and frankly if I were him I'd be pissed. Using my birthday for crass commercialism and an utterly craptasitic movie? I'd watch out for lightening bolts if I were you.
Bath Tub Mary
Wasn't Dennis Miller referring to IAWL when he said "Happy Birthday, Jesus, I hope you like crap"?
/annoying buzzing sound/ I'm sorry, that would be wrong on three counts. It was Norm MacDonald, he was referring to Kenny G's Christmas album, and he said, "Happy birthday Jesus, here's some crap." Thanks for playing anyway.
I like the sound of the soprano sax but Kenny G want makes me want to shoot nails into my ears with a nail gun. Hey Francis, remember when we saw Norm utter those unforgettable lines sitting at your parents house? Cool.
You know, Scott, that's probably the best line of Norm's SNL career. That delivery was perfect, and it had to be since the target was too easy.
And Tracy, telling Frank Capra to "shut up" is a funny blog title suggestion! But are you telling him to "shut up" for IAWL or for his whole ouvre?
Sorry it's taken me so long to respond to your comment, FRANCIS. I only just now stopped laughing and got up off the floor.
And Jen, THANK YOU for standing by your principles. Did you see my new link on my blog?
How do you know? I could be like one of your gazillion readers!?
So then it WAS Dennis Miller referring to IAWL.
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