Tag: taxes

So – It’s not all bad …

We met the tax-day deadline (umm, with 30+ hours to spare!)!  And, while Uncle Sam wasn’t so nice to us this year,  I don’t have to look for another job just yet.  Meanwhile … DH was busy all day Monday when a major pipe thawed (AND busted) by the barn.  Fortunately, we caught it minutes …

What to do when you can’t go to glass expo/Vegas …

Spring Cleaning … Also known as: What to do when you are avoiding grown-up responsibilities (although, I DID get my nursing competencies done … and – hey,  I have 6 [count THEM … S-I-X !!!] more DAYS until taxes are DUE! … It’s called procrastination, people – EMBRACE IT!!!) … So … I can’t be …

How to prepare?

A box of tissues or bottle of champagne???  Off we go to the tax man to see if we win or lose.  Fingers crossed!

Please read all instructions carefully …

This means you, doofus!  Or, more specifically, ME!  I am currently the [not so] proud owner of about 5 pounds of seed potato pearls in every possible size from 3.5mm-5mm.  All because I figured those instructions I’d printed out were for the more challenged of my creative  counterparts … NOPE!  At one point, I had …

Cabin Fever?

We have so many great things going on right now, and yet: We have puppies (and they’re so stinkin’ cute)!    And a houseful of mood swings/raging hormones – thanks to twin teenagers … I’m finally growing skin/healing! Yay!!!  And, it’s tax season …    I’ve made some new bracelets, learned new patterns!    And, …

Gathering as we grow …

WWU:  Someone decided it would be a good idea to have me as acting charge nurse this past weekend … WTH?!?  Such a silly notion!  But we got through, and outside of a huge THANK YOU to my co-workers, I have nothing more to report.  [My therapist thinks just a few more sessions required to …

Back to Reality …

Although – LOTS of times, our reality is pretty AWESOME! We have puppies … Yep, Zeus is a first-time dad, and DH is strutting around, ready to pass out cigars – he is so proud of HIS BOY!    Thirteen new bundles of wrinkles and puppy breath added to our ‘den’.  Mom is already eating and …

Ahhhh … for the moment

Maggie is back to her fat-healthful-state.  The taxes are done, now to make the appointment.   And it’s time to get ready for work … I can’t imagine life possibly getting any better … Yeah … ok … maybe a thing or two …