I've had some Ibuprofen and I'm sitting on the heating pad. I'm wearing the GOOD back brace, trussed up tighter than a sausage. I've been prayed for and it's a nevertheless kind of day. I'm attempting to avoid the muscle relaxers as I really don't have time to sleep a bunch of extra hours today.
I also don't have a lot of time for blogging so I'll have to make this fast.
Well, Friday night I took the plunge. I went and joined Costco. It cost me $50. Joe and I sat down with the receipt yesterday as it is usually he who does the grocery shopping. We figured on items for his "lunch" alone, we saved $45. I also bought some breakfast things, bagels, cream cheese, and PopTarts. Now the only problem is that Joe and I like the exact same flavor of PopTarts and the package is mixed flavors! I can see we'll be armwrestling for our favorites. I bought this shrimp salad. At first I thought it was pretty pricey. Then I looked at the volume of food v the price and decided that what was exorbitant for one meal was just reasonable for 3! It was my dinner Friday night, my lunch on Saturday, and will be my lunch today. AND, it is "just" the best shrimp salad I've ever eaten. The great disappointment of the evening was that the Costco I went to did not have that magnificent Frappucino mix. Even worse, via computer, they were able to check stock at the other Costcos in town and they don't have it either. I guess it was a specialty item, maybe for the holidays. If it shows up next year, I'm buying a ton of it!
Yesterday I got to do a tax return for an amazing man. He's been my client for about 20 years. What is amazing about him is that he's 78 years old and still working. He rides a company bus for two hours to get to work, works a 10 hour day, and rides a company bus for another two hours to get back to town. That's a 14 hour day, 4 days a week, at age 78! His hands are a little shaky, but his mind is sharp as a tack. He's amazing! He tells me they're considering having his wife go back to work. It's about time! She is much younger than he and has sat on her duff and allowed him to work for many years past "normal" retirement age. He has supported her parents and every cat she's dragged in and even though he makes excellent money, he's ALWAYS broke. I don't remember where they lived before they moved here, but apparently she was paid more per hour there than anyone would offer her here. So, for 20 years, she's been on strike. How stupid and silly, using up her man when she has the ability to help him out. Even more fun is the fact that she's quite the spendy lady. If it's expensive, she "needs" it NOW! I've never met the woman, and perhaps if I did I'd decide she was just the greatest person God ever created. But for now I don't have a deep appreciation for her..........
I've been working on getting a kit ready for the stores. I was just sure I'd have it up yesterday. Then I realized Joe would be home and awake yesterday morning because he didn't work Sunday night. ARGH! Try getting anything done while he's around. He is a constant source of confusion, chaos, interruption, and noise. I was ready to strangle him by 11:30AM. I'd gotten up earlier than he, and while I was up, alone, things moved along swimmingly. And the minute he appeared, things went to h-e-doublehockeysticks in a handbasket.
He arrives in the office, yelling at the boy dogs. We've finally agreed to keep them out of the bedroom, thank God. So, when he emerges from the bedroom, they're SO HAPPY to see him. And he doesn't seem to be able to control them so they dance around him and jump on him and just generally get in his way so he starts yelling at them. Then he decided he needed to fiddle with the fax/printer/copier which is on my side of the office. He needed to fiddle with it for about an hour and complain that it was too slow. And, he fiddles with that thing in some way every week so wouldn't you think he'd know by now that it's slow and give up the whole complaining thing? No, of course not. Then he has letters that need to be printed on MY printer. So, of course, I must drop everything I am doing and edit and print his letters. All this because I have a laser printer that prints in color and his prints only in black and white and the stationery he's using has a colored emblem on it. And in the meantime, he's muttering and mumbling and complaining and carrying on and I'm sitting here in the middle of a 3 ring circus trying to remember what the heck I'm trying to do.
I think I need to change my plan. I've been staying home on Mondays to spend more time with him. This is beginning to seem like an idea that will eventually result in me smacking him upside the head with a frying pan. I'm thinking I need to go to work on Monday mornings if only to avoid him! He seems to have some idea that I have nothing important to do and whatever he's doing is supremely important and he has every right to make it impossible for me to accomplish ANYTHING.
So, here's another fun encounter with Joe. About a year ago, my photo quality printer quit printing. I have scrapbook pages and more scrapbook pages that need to be printed and we certainly can't afford to have them professionally printed. Nor can I afford to buy a printer. So they're saved on my hard drive and someday I'll be able to print again, I hope. Several years ago, Jennifer and I went halfsies on an inkjet printer for him for Christmas. As of a month ago, the box had never been opened. (Yet, he has no problem with driving me nuts so that MY color printer can be used to print his letters..........) I have NO CLUE why he's never hooked that printer up to his computer. Perhaps it's not good enough for him. Maybe he's not good enough for it, kinda like wearing his holey underwear instead of buying some new ones at Target. I just don't know. I finally asked him if I could SEE the printer. We opened the box, I looked at the printer, and he closed the box up again. Apparently it is of no importance that I have things I need to print and he has a printer that would work that he refuses to install. No offer was ever made to let me use that printer and the box is now sitting behind his desk.
Over the weekend I worked on our tax return and got it finished. That is always an adventure. He fiddle farts around over there in his corner, mumbling, slamming his fist into the desk, etc., for hours/days until he announces he has everything ready for me. Then we start and I find that nothing is broken out to fit the way our tax return is done. He knows, for example, that we have two phone lines--one for the fax (business) and one for telephone conversation (personal). Yet, he never breaks out the cost of the business line which is deductible from the personal line that is not deductible. We pay for a cell phone for my mother. No, we can't deduct the cost of that phone because it's a personal expense. Does he ever break out that expense and classify it as personal and give me a number I can actually use on the tax return? No, of course not. And nearly every expense is handled in the same manner. Yet, he has our household expenses on Quickbooks! I can't help but think of that very old computer line "Garbage in, garbage out". I do my clients tax returns in about an hour. We chit chat, I input, we chit chat, I print, we chit chat, I staple, sign, and organize, and we're done. I spent all Saturday night til the wee hours of the morning Sunday working on our tax return and then started again on Sunday afternoon. Why does it have to be SO hard? Anyway, when I got done, we'd gone from owing $1500 to a $300 refund. All completely legit of course. We owe the IRS so we won't get the refund, but at least we didn't increase what we owe.
Another fun Joe-ism. He goes through things on my desk. He'll be sitting here talking to me and just stop and pick stuff up off the desk and read it. Some, he'll decide to throw away. Some he'll move from one spot to another. Some he just piles up. In any case, it's my STUFF. Not his. I don't have anything on my desk I don't want him to see. Don't get me wrong about that. But, I don't have anything on my desk he needs to see either. If he'd needed to see it, I'd have shown it to him! Nosy. He's just nosy. Or, maybe he thinks I'm cheating on him like his ex-wife did. He caught that by going through her bills. Well, buster, I don't cheat. And you don't need to act like you think I do by inspecting everything on my desk!
Have you figured out I'm completely and totally ready to have him go back to work 6 days a week instead of 5? Either that or I'm going to start working all night on Monday and going to bed about the time he gets up just so I don't hurt him!
Well, thank you for letting me vent. The man makes me crazy. If I don't tell you, I'll do something drastic.
I did find some dandy photos of Ireland, the first stop on the bucket list. These photos are all from public photo sites on the internet.
This was posted as a teensie photo and it's a bit blurry being enlarged. But I thought it was such a great photo. I loved the goodies around and on the windowsill and the view through the window.
That's just a photo of a typical Irish pub. Several of the casinos here in Vegas have restaurants with an Irish pub theme. I thought it would be interesting to see what a REAL Irish Pub looked like in contrast.
Would you look at all that green! Is it any wonder Ireland's referred to as the Emerald Isle?
Just another view of the Irish countryside. I knew Ireland was a country where there was lots of rain. I had no idea there were so many lakes and rivers to boot.
I love the window box, the basket of hanging flowers and the moss growing on the roof.........
For the woman that loves history and historical architecture, how about some Irish ruins to explore?
An open air market........ Just look at those flowers! And the fresh fruit on the stand in the background.
This is labeled "a fisherman's cottage". Reminds me of the verses in the Bible that contrast building your house on rock v building a house on sand. And, don't you love that bright colorful door!
Excellent photography, capturing the reflection. And, there's that green color again!
And how about a small thatched roof cottage? I'd move there in a minute if I didn't have to take Joe along. If he makes me nuts in THIS house, imagine what a raving lunatic I would become after a week or two with him in this small, beautiful, quaint place.
Yes, Ireland has wooded areas, lakes, meadows, countryside, towns, villages and CASTLES to explore!
How about a little green on green? I love the bright colors of Ireland. Perhaps it's a way to dispell the gloom on a rainy day?
There was one more photo I had planned on sharing with you but I backed out at the last minute. It was extremely blurry. However, it was of the same open air market as the flowery photo above. Difference was this was a shot of a cheese stand. I could have eaten my way to oblivion there!
So, those are some of the sights of Ireland and people with ancestral names like Evans and Hagans should certainly go there for a visit!
I'm going to get that kit in the store today no matter what. Off to finish that up now. Have a great day!