I’ve complained about this before, but maybe I’ll do it again and someone will listen this time.
I need a little tray gadget that notifies me of RSS updates. It shouldn’t be a full reader. It should just display a pretty little popup box when a new entry is added to one of the feeds I read. It should display the content of the entry as text, nothing fancy, and a link to the actual post.
In one of his movies, Jackie Chan is a military agent of some kind who has forgotten who he is. He has many adventures while trying to figure out what’s going on with him and discover his true identity. I’ve been feeling a bit like this lately, but without the desert racing and self-performed stunts.
When we got the treadmill, I really had no idea how big it was going to be, or how difficult it would be to move. When I returned alone to the mall to pick it up in the van, I hadn’t considered moving the 6-foot tall, 4-foot wide, 200-300 pound box to my second floor bedroom.
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We were up until 3am this morning, even with work only a few hours after that. I was working, as usual, and Berta was doing taxes.
I’ve done our taxes using H&R Block’s TaxCut software for the past three years. Strangely, it’s something I kind of enjoy. We haven’t had any problems with it, and we were going to use it again this year except we figured that with the sale of the house and the change in jobs and the liquidation in some of our stock assets to pay for things, maybe we ought to have someone professional do it.
You know how I’m always saying that I have so many back-burner projects that I don’t have time for? And how I wish I had a little time here or there to work on any one of them to the point that they could surface to at least see if they would sink or float?
Berta recently had her yearly review at work, and she’s going to be making a little more money. Not a whole lot, but enough to keep pace with inflation and eating out at restaurants. I jokingly asked her if I could quit my job, and of course she told me she wasn’t making that much more. “Maybe we should play the lottery,” she says. Well, the Lottery idea never really worked well in the past, but I have been toying with the possibility of quitting my job anyway.