Apologies -

Most of the content lately has not been my own, but as you can see - I've been writing in sound bites lately.

One, I'm still trying to get things under wraps to finish the foster parent certification -
Two, I'm dieting again - which is going well enough, but I'm not getting enough exercise. And the calorie counts for the day hang right around 1300 - most of those after I get home from work. (170 for breakfast, 280 for lunch...) So I'm a bit fatigued. That's the territory.
Three, no poftahs.

So here - have some content:



A Cafe Press store I might get some use out of. Check out the sidebar for more resources. Think my MIL will like something from those guys for Mother's Day, yessir I think she will....

Also did my taxes last night - and I think I need to revisit my stock sales as they're the source of some ouchness. Think I miscalculated the cost basis for the options portion of those stock sales. Y'know, capital gains taxes and all. Owie.

Hey, I was stupid and didn't withhold anything. If you know about the rules and don't pay attention to them - you get smacked. Surprise.

Over the course of a year, it ain't all that. Only people who have money have these problems. If I was broke, working a minimum wage job and so forth, I wouldn't have the stock, the options or the cash either.

I'm very lucky. VERY lucky. I can be an idiot and survive it.

(I'll still be eating more PBJ's, though. Owie.)

Also in that category? We don't have our license plates for the new cars yet. However, both of us have gotten parking tickets already - and Jim put in an insurance claim for a parking garage ding he got a couple of weeks ago. Already.

I've nicknamed my car Robin - I think I'll tell Jim about how I used to call the truck Arthur Dent because someone t-boned me 2 months after I bought it, and then Arthur got his dent fixed.

*sighs* And then I remember going through school without a scholarship, a grant or any help from home - working airport shuttle at all hours of the night and weekends, working commons dishroom, the nightmare that was my student job in the faculty office - shiver a bit, and then realize that nobody helped me, and I had asked. Nobody helped me - and I'm better for it.

Better prepared, that is. I'm healthy, educated and able-bodied. If I didn't have that, it wouldn't matter at all. I'd be just as screwed as any of the panhandlers I can pass in a day.

Apologies -

Most of the content lately has not been my own, but as you can see - I've been writing in sound bites lately.

One, I'm still trying to get things under wraps to finish the foster parent certification -
Two, I'm dieting again - which is going well enough, but I'm not getting enough exercise. And the calorie counts for the day hang right around 1300 - most of those after I get home from work. (170 for breakfast, 280 for lunch...) So I'm a bit fatigued. That's the territory.
Three, no poftahs.

So here - have some content:



A Cafe Press store I might get some use out of. Check out the sidebar for more resources. Think my MIL will like something from those guys for Mother's Day, yessir I think she will....

Also did my taxes last night - and I think I need to revisit my stock sales as they're the source of some ouchness. Think I miscalculated the cost basis for the options portion of those stock sales. Y'know, capital gains taxes and all. Owie.

Hey, I was stupid and didn't withhold anything. If you know about the rules and don't pay attention to them - you get smacked. Surprise.

Over the course of a year, it ain't all that. Only people who have money have these problems. If I was broke, working a minimum wage job and so forth, I wouldn't have the stock, the options or the cash either.

I'm very lucky. VERY lucky. I can be an idiot and survive it.

(I'll still be eating more PBJ's, though. Owie.)

Also in that category? We don't have our license plates for the new cars yet. However, both of us have gotten parking tickets already - and Jim put in an insurance claim for a parking garage ding he got a couple of weeks ago. Already.

I've nicknamed my car Robin - I think I'll tell Jim about how I used to call the truck Arthur Dent because someone t-boned me 2 months after I bought it, and then Arthur got his dent fixed.

*sighs* And then I remember going through school without a scholarship, a grant or any help from home - working airport shuttle at all hours of the night and weekends, working commons dishroom, the nightmare that was my student job in the faculty office - shiver a bit, and then realize that nobody helped me, and I had asked. Nobody helped me - and I'm better for it.

Better prepared, that is. I'm healthy, educated and able-bodied. If I didn't have that, it wouldn't matter at all. I'd be just as screwed as any of the panhandlers I can pass in a day.

Apologies -

Most of the content lately has not been my own, but as you can see - I've been writing in sound bites lately.

One, I'm still trying to get things under wraps to finish the foster parent certification -
Two, I'm dieting again - which is going well enough, but I'm not getting enough exercise. And the calorie counts for the day hang right around 1300 - most of those after I get home from work. (170 for breakfast, 280 for lunch...) So I'm a bit fatigued. That's the territory.
Three, no poftahs.

So here - have some content:



A Cafe Press store I might get some use out of. Check out the sidebar for more resources. Think my MIL will like something from those guys for Mother's Day, yessir I think she will....

Also did my taxes last night - and I think I need to revisit my stock sales as they're the source of some ouchness. Think I miscalculated the cost basis for the options portion of those stock sales. Y'know, capital gains taxes and all. Owie.

Hey, I was stupid and didn't withhold anything. If you know about the rules and don't pay attention to them - you get smacked. Surprise.

Over the course of a year, it ain't all that. Only people who have money have these problems. If I was broke, working a minimum wage job and so forth, I wouldn't have the stock, the options or the cash either.

I'm very lucky. VERY lucky. I can be an idiot and survive it.

(I'll still be eating more PBJ's, though. Owie.)

Also in that category? We don't have our license plates for the new cars yet. However, both of us have gotten parking tickets already - and Jim put in an insurance claim for a parking garage ding he got a couple of weeks ago. Already.

I've nicknamed my car Robin - I think I'll tell Jim about how I used to call the truck Arthur Dent because someone t-boned me 2 months after I bought it, and then Arthur got his dent fixed.

*sighs* And then I remember going through school without a scholarship, a grant or any help from home - working airport shuttle at all hours of the night and weekends, working commons dishroom, the nightmare that was my student job in the faculty office - shiver a bit, and then realize that nobody helped me, and I had asked. Nobody helped me - and I'm better for it.

Better prepared, that is. I'm healthy, educated and able-bodied. If I didn't have that, it wouldn't matter at all. I'd be just as screwed as any of the panhandlers I can pass in a day.