Maybe It's NOT All About ME....?

Yesterday, I had a mission. About a month ago The Girl and I decided to cancel our home phone. We both have cell phones and it seemed like a waste of money to keep the house phone too. We never used it, I rarely answered it and I was glad to be rid of it. The less money we have to pay to Comcast, the better. I received a letter from Comcast stating I needed to bring them the phone modem my April 24th or they would bill me $80 for it. Not so "Comcastic" of them, was it?

So, my mission yesterday was to return the modem. During lunch I went to the Comcast office in Peabody. On the door was a notice: OFFICE CLOSED, MOVED TO SALEM.
Ok, I read and re-read the directions to the Salem office...there were about 8 lines of directions. This wasn't working for me at all. I don't KNOW Salem that well...I have a terrible sense of direction....this had craptastic written all over it. I called my office and had SECRETARY call Comcast and find out if the Saugus Comcast was still open. I knew where that was and it was more or less near my office. I got the word the Saugus office was open and I knew exactly where it was. I set off for Saugus. I figured I'd be back at my desk in less than a half hour. I was very wrong.

As I hit Central Street in Saugus, there were police cruisers, fire engines and ambulances tearing down the street. Something must have happend, I thought. Have I mentioned how incredibly perceptive I am?? First I could smell the smoke...then, I could see it. Thick, black, oppressive smoke. I closed the car windows and sun-roof. It was hard to see the car in front of me. Traffic came to a dead stop. People were running down the street, toward wherever this smoke was coming from. Then I noticed the helicopters, hovering. Not to be overly dramatic but it looked like a scene in a movie. There were fire engines from Revere, Malden and Lynn trying to get through the traffic. All I could think was, I'm stuck in this smoke, I can't get to Comcast, this is killing me. I was very aggravated.

This morning I read that an elderly woman, a DOUBLE AMPUTEE, had to be rescued from the top floor of a 3 family house. While I was sitting there all put out by this terrible inconvenience to MY day, a woman, WITHOUT LEGS, was trapped in a burning house.

Maybe I'm the craptastic one.

One Word Only Please.....harder than it seems!

1. Where is your cell phone? Desk

2. Your significant other? Perfect

3. Your hair? Longish

4. Your mother? Loud

5. Your father? Louder

6. Your favorite thing? Time

7. Your dream last night? Nada

8. Your favorite drink? Coke

9. Your dream/goal? Ongoing

10. The room you're in? Office

11. Your hobby? Cooking

12. Your fear? Losing

13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Home

14. Where were you last night? Home

15. What you're not? Mean

16. Muffins? Tops!

17. One of your wish list items? Dog

18. Where you grew up? Leafy

19. The last thing you did? Type

20. What are you wearing? Glasses

21. Your TV? Smallish

22. Your pets? Cats

23. Your computer? Filthy

24. Your life? Happy

25. Your mood? Delightful

26. Missing someone? YES

27. Your car? BLue

28. Something you're not wearing? Skort

29. Your summer? Short

30. Like someone? YES

31. Favorite color? Yellow

32. When is the last time you laughed? Always

33. Last time you cried? Never

34. Your favorite blogger IN THE WHOLE? Dooce

Out of The Frying Pan.....

I like to cook. I like to take pictures. Here is a sampling of me combining these two hobbies.....

Oh Those Crazy Cats

I'm a dog person. I've had dogs my whole life. There are people who say SOME cats act like dogs. I've never really bought into that theory.

The Girl has 2 cats. I should say, WE have two cats. The handsome white fella is Charley and that other DOG-like creature is Sammy. Sammy will play fetch. Seriously. See that hair elastic on the floor in the picture? If you throw that thing Sammy will fetch it, bring it back to you and drop it at your feet. Dog-like.

The other day, standing at the front door, I waved good-bye to The Girl. As she drove away, I shut the door and headed to the shower. As I was moving around the house getting ready to go out, Charley was following me around and making a real nuisance of himself. He kept meowing, LOUDLY...just being a pain. Usually, he reserves that behavior for meal-time(I don't always remember to feed them!) So, he's under my feet....making all kinds of noise. I am finally ready to leave, I open the front door and there's Sammy! When I shut the door, I had locked her in-between the the screen-door and the front door. Good thing the screen is on the outer door.....

I would never have expected Charley to react like that.

Almost Dog-like.

It was cool....well, not for Sammy.

Finally.....

Well, another one is done. It seems like there will never be enough time and then, boom...done. Every year I say, "That's IT...I don't have another tax season in me." But, as it turns out, I do. I finished the LAST return a half hour ago. I have been trying to finish it for about a week now...I kept calling the client and leaving messages. Today at NOON, she finally calls back...she's in EUROPE! Just lollygagging her way across Europe....not really concerned about her taxes. Ok, guess I should stop worrying about it too. She can pick them up tomorrow, Not my problem anymore.

I'm off till next Tuesday. "Till Tuesday"...good name for a band, huh? (that's how burnt out I am, making LAME-O till tuesday jokes!)

What else can I say about TaxSeason 08? It was great to be with The Girl (this was our first real tax season together.) She really picked up the slack around the house...doing all the laundry, food shopping...just taking care of everything. She's a true "partner" in every sense of the word. Though, as a rule I'm not crazy about that word. Sounds very officious to me. Not at all Twinkley. And I'm all about the Twinkley!

Tomorrow I have a massage and pedicure. The Girl is a massage therapist.

Serioulsy, how lucky am I??

Alec, Billy, Stephen and Daniel

Ok, so I wake up 5:30ish because TaxHell can't start too early. I had a dream that I was in a diner. The diner was long, narrow and very shiny. I was standing near the counter, watching the television that was up on the wall. I seem to remember it being steamy or cloudy in there, not sure which. Anyhoo, who comes walking up to me but Alexc Baldwin! He was in a tuxedo and he seemed to be in character from 30 Rock. As Alec (first name basis, he WAS in my dream!) approached me from the other end of the diner I could tell he was going to talk to me. I'm now face to face with him and he says, "You have beautiful blue eyes" and he kept walking!
I called out to him, "My eyes are brown!" For some reason, this cracked up all the people in the diner. Fade out.......

Now, it's early this morning, The Girl is awake and she says, "I had a dream about one of the Baldwins"......her Baldwin dream was like this....
The Girl and I were at the movies and this Baldwin sits in front of us. At the end of the movie this Baldwin stands up and says to The Girl, "Would you like to go to the next movie with me?"...she answers, "I can't, I am with someone and we have plans, but thanks!". I think I might have been in the bathroom during this exchange, I can't remember what she said now. That's not what's important. There are 2 points here that interest me:
1. We BOTH had dreams about BALDWINS! That's crazy random, right? Granted, different Baldwins but Baldwins none the less. Kismet, I'm telling ya.
2. When this random BALDWIN asked The Girl out, her response was , "I'm with SOMEONE"
Is it me or is that an odd answer? "someone"...I"m "someone." Ok, so this was a dream. And imagine my angst if she had accepted the invitation? Oy....the "processing" that would of taken place.

Back to TaxHell....