The IRS owns me…

I worked out again for the fifth day in a row. Although it burned a bit I am starting to have a much easier time of it than I was the first day or two. In a few more days I am going to add the elliptical or treadmill to it as well, at least for 20 minutes or so.

I also checked out the tanning bed as well. That was just weird. I’ve never used a tanning bed and for the most part have considered it pretty stupid. If you want a tan go hang in the sun. I tan very easily but the problem is that I get the one-armed tan from driving so much, or the farmer’s tan when I am working in the yard. It’s not as if I am going to cut the yard in my speedos, although I wouldn’t mind checking out some of my neighbors cutting grass in their lingerie. SOME of them, mind you. The others just need to keep their pants on. Anyhow, I lay in the tanning bed for seven minutes. The dude didn’t want me to stay in any longer since I had never used one. I felt like I was getting in an oven and except for the loud buzzing I probably could have taken a nap. I guess you get used to the sound because at least once or twice a year one of my waitresses comes in burned to a crisp because they fell asleep. The ones at the gym I go to are on a timer, I guess that maybe all of them aren’t or something.

Anyhow, a couple of the guys up there use the tanning bed after they work out, so I didn’t feel so self-conscious about it anymore. Besides, with quitting smoking and working out I have to have something to kill me. Skin cancer is as good as anything 🙂

Speaking of smoking, I’ve now gone about 26 hours without one. I know I have been working on it for a couple of months now, but this is the first time I have gone over an entire day without a cigarette. Darn hard too. I an a bit snappy tonight, so am just keeping to myself. I have a bunch of stuff to write about anyway and if I finish that I need to work on taxes.

I am not looking forward to filing this year. I don’t know how much but I will end up owing probably several thousand. I though about filing an extension, but the only people that are going to be receiving the rebates are the ones that file. If anything I can file and then work out a payment plan with the IRS. I took about a $20k increase in pay myself this year, not counting the $10k I made online, and none of it taxed. Hopefully with working out of the house more some of my office expenses will cover a bit of it. I think maybe I should move my office back down into the basement. The back room is a MUCH larger area than I have set up right now, and thus the percentage that I can claim of the utilities and mortgage is more. I hate taxes. The IRS is going to own my last month’s pay for this year on top of what they already keep. I wish that our politicians would take things seriously and fix the darned tax system.

Beer Pong

So I came across this video earlier today about Beer Pong. I am 41 years old and have never seen anyone play Beer Pong in my entire life. I came across a link to a couple of sites earlier and so went looking for videos on YouTube. I found this one.

#1, this is a drinking game so if you don’t like beer don’t play. The premise is that you get some beers, ping pong balls, one of those beer pong tables and a few willing players. You try to get your balls into your opponent’s beer cups and as each plater loses they have to drink the beer.

I’n not a real huge partier or anything but this looks like it could be a nice addition to this years trip to Helen in October. Substitute Chatham Artillery Punch for the beer and nobody’s walking out of there 🙂

So Much for the Day Off…

This is the first week in about six that I will actually have two days off in a row and I had really planned to enjoy it. I made an appointment to have my car serviced this morning out off of Thornton Road at around 8:30 or so and I figured once I finally get out of there I would come home and work in the yard, then nap for a while.

Unfortunately my boss has other ideas. I am going to be stuck in a meeting from 3pm until around 5 or 6 tonight. On my day off. Needless to say I’m not particularly happy about having to go to a meeting on my day off but there’s nothing to be done for it except to suck it up and go.

Anyway, that’s about it for now. Just felt like posting before I have to go.

Greetings from Prison

I was reading this article over at CNN that talks about a new line of greeting cards that this lawyer (figures…) came up with while looking in vain for a birthday card for her brother-in-law while he was incarcerated.

Both the wife and I had a good laugh at some of the cards which include wonderful sentiments such as “You had the choice to be ‘naughty or nice.’ And you chose … Now you have to do your time. But, Christmas won’t be the same without you here.” or “we’re all praying for you while you do your time”. The first one is actually pretty funny and it got me to thinking.

It hurt, too…

Anyway, while I was sitting here drinking my morning coffee and reading I came up with a couple of greetings for incarcerated loved ones myself.

Congrats on the birth of your child!…It’s not your’s.

Merry Christmas you fucking loser.

Happy Thanksgiving…We’re enjoying a fine repast whilst Bubba stuffs your ass like a turkey.

A bit of Christmas cheer for my favorite dope, and here’s to hoping you don’t drop the soap.

You guys have any you want to add to the list?

Is the Parachute D.B. Cooper's?

Last year the FBI put out what basically amounts to a media blitz in the hopes that someone in the public would come forward with a bit of new information in the 37 year old case. It may have happened.



A torn and tangled parachute found by children in southwest Washington state may belong to famed hijacker D.B. Cooper, who jumped out of a jetliner in 1971 with $200,000 in cash, never to be seen again.
There’s been a story up for a couple of days at CNN that details some of the history.

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This is my open-trackback post for Wednesday and Thursday March 26th-27th (now that Wednesday is half over 🙂

Workout

I feel as if someone beat me all over with a padded stick. No bruises or anything, just a dull ache.

I was already sore before I ever made it to the gym this afternoon, but I did go for my second trip there. I used several of the weight machines and ended up on the elliptical for awhile to stretch out the leg muscles a bit. I managed to get there at 2:30 today and it was much less crowded than yesterday evening, so that was nice. I am going to try and start going daily, at least three or four times a week. It really just depends on what is going on.

Yesterday I felt like I was going to blow chunks when I got finished. I guess there is all sorts of nasty crap stored up in my fat and muscles that doesn’t belong there that’s moving around now. Next thing you know I’m going to have to start eating healthy. Fuck that. Maybe later.

Of course as soon as I drove out of the parking lot of the gym I lit up. Last smoke. I had a couple in my car from the other day and what the hell do you need more after a good workout than a hot cup of coffee and a Winston? I’ve been home for a while now and don’t have the slightest urge to go smoke though. That last one as I was driving home wasn’t too good. Tasted like dogshit actually.

I have a bit of web surfing to do and then I have to go pick the girls up. I would have gotten them on the way home but today is chorus and I don’t think it finishes until 4:30 anyway. Besides, Pete and RePete get angry when I pick them up too early from late stay. The really enjoy hanging out there with their friends.

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At The Gym

So I went to the gym finally. Spent about an hour yesterday evening, maybe forty minutes. I’m only slightly sore and I didn’t even feel it until I started typing. It was not very crowded which is a good thing. I spoke with the owner for a few minutes and he took me through a walk-through of the place and started me on a regimen of about 10 machines I need to use daily. Fuck.

It’s not that I am just lazy, I am the epitome of sloth. Up until this last decade or so I have never been in bad shape. Other than running from police and other sundry authority figures I have never worried about exercise. I’ve even had people ask if I work out. I was insanely blessed with a fine metabolism and my upper body strength was just fine. Except that now my weight has migrated and now that I am 41 my shoulders are hanging out about my waist. It’s hard to diddle myself when I have to reach around my gut…

Anyhow, I enjoyed my workout and plan to go back today just as long as I can get out of work at a decent time. It should be less crowded at 2 p.m. as well. I don’t particularly want the fucking audience, although that’s just me being self-conscious. Everyone else is there for the same thing too aren’t they? You know, to look at the hotties. Anyway, it’s time to head off to work.