I received a year end tax statement from my Credit Union. It was for “interest earned” on our checking account for 2010. I have to report $2.56 interest on our taxes for the year.
Grasshopper No.5 calls it “tanking”. It is when you are playing war games on a web hookup with your friends and one person has to sacrifice themselves by being a decoy while the rest of the team swoops in and kills the enemy. The Green Bay Packers practice “tanking”. They try to get the opponents to focus on the fact they have a running game when in fact they do not. The Packers got a couple of lucky bursts from their running back last Sunday and now they profess to be a balanced team. Shame! Atlanta 27, Green Bay 20.
The stars are not lined up for me right now.
I ran the coffee pot over this morning.
I caught my headset in the door of the car yesterday and smashed it beyond recognition.
My doctor prescribed gout pills to reduce uric acid in my system. The side effect is that it causes the gout to get worse as it dissolves “uric crystals” in your system. The truth is that many people have high levels of uric acid in their blood and never experience gout. Lucky me.
I thought we got major dentist bills out of the way last year. Your Mom went to dentist yesterday and it is her turn to be crowned.
Wait, I think I am describing life. Sh– happens. Why should I be any different?
Actually one good thing did happen when I had my semi-annual doctor visit. My blood sugar reading (which is a diabetes measure) was in normal range. Maybe it is because I have been staying away from sweets. Dah.
After all the “poor me” rhetoric, the Packers could go all the way to the Super Bowl. Beating Atlanta is do-able. The Packers do have a good team. Beating Atlanta would lead to Chicago. The Packers match up with the Chicago Bears. The Bears can be beat. That would lead to Dallas (the Super Bowl location) against the New England Patriots. It would be a fun match-up to watch. The last time I looked, a football is oblong and can bounce funny. Anything can happen.
Stay warm.
Love,
Dad