I just filed my taxes and was pretty depressed to find out that you don't get a child tax credit for kids once they are 17. I didn't know this, so it was just a surprise I guess. Plus, I went up a tax bracket, which I didn't realize either. I am tax dumb, which doesn't help me understand either. lol
I had a great plan to ride my bike this afternoon so that I can take my rest day tomorrow and it is windy as fuck outside. So, no Saturday sleep in for me. I'm already mad about it.
I am down two pounds in two weeks. Eating better plus daily exercise is making (finally) the scale go in a better direction.
Also, apparently my entire floor at work either stayed home or went home today due to the stomach bug... which is also ailing the kid laying 2 feet away from me. Please dear Jesus do not let me get it.
With four weeks left before a local event where I am running one of the major sub-groups, I'm thinking of taking on another project that would need to be completed for that same event. It'd be a chunk of work, probably more than I really have with the other obligations I have already for this event.
But, I'm really sorely tempted. Hmmmm...
Bonus point - it would get under the skin of another person working on the event that annoys the crap out of me.
I need to make a graphic for our intranet home page. I'm working from home and am having trouble accessing the original Photoshop file I use to create new versions. Can I pretty easily create a new Photoshop file? Sure. But the notion of reinventing the wheel is making me put this off irrationally.
With four weeks left before a local event where I am running one of the major sub-groups, I'm thinking of taking on another project that would need to be completed for that same event. It'd be a chunk of work, probably more than I really have with the other obligations I have already for this event.
But, I'm really sorely tempted. Hmmmm...
Bonus point - it would get under the skin of another person working on the event that annoys the crap out of me.
Post by downtoearth on Jan 26, 2018 18:15:34 GMT -5
What is an anxiety attack for a procrastinating Type B personality? Is it stress eating an entire plate of pretzochos (pretzels with melted cheese like nachos) and then scouring the house for something chocolate while you frantically update Excel spreadsheets, cost estimates, and call 50+ property owners that are affected?
My weekend will be on the phone with random home owners whilst sitting in front of a plate of pretzochos.
I talked to one of my good friends last night and we made tentative plans/ threw out ideas for trips we can take to celebrate our 50th birthdays. I was so excited until I realized that the idea of my 50th birthday being close enough that I could throw out ideas for it makes me feel so old. I still have a few years, but it will come quicker than I'd like.
They're using the food processor to pulverize the tea and zest. A blender would work fine. Then they're grating the frozen butter by hand with a box grater.
Every time I see Davos in the news, I get really confused, because I think it's this dude.
Who is actually Davros, but still.
I think of Ser Davos from GoT and how that Davos -- salt-of-the-earth ex-smuggler-turned-Onion-Knight who used to get snubbed by the courtiers -- is so opposite of the actual Davos where it's all about the elitest of the elite.
We were meeting the realtor this morning to put our rental property on the market. I had tried to get in touch with the downstairs tenant for a few days. He hadn't responded. He has cats and the place was starting to smell. I had DH get the keys. He opened the door, turned around, puked, and said call 911. My poor tenant of 18 years died.
I didn't have updated emergency contact info. We finally found someone who knew his brother. He was in there for up to a week. The last time his family talked to him was a week ago yesterday.
I am having to balance being considerate to his family and figuring out what to do to the property.
We were meeting the realtor this morning to put our rental property on the market. I had tried to get in touch with the downstairs tenant for a few days. He hadn't responded. He has cats and the place was starting to smell. I had DH get the keys. He opened the door, turned around, puked, and said call 911. My poor tenant of 18 years died.
I didn't have updated emergency contact info. We finally found someone who knew his brother. He was in there for up to a week. The last time his family talked to him was a week ago yesterday.
I am having to balance being considerate to his family and figuring out what to do to the property.
anodyne- Oh no! That's so sad. Maybe you could pack up his stuff and pay for a couple of months of storage for his family? That way you could proceed with getting the house on the market and they don't have to deal with everything asap?
I'm about to lose my motherfucking mind regarding my mom's house.
Do any of the CO folks here know anything about asbestos abatement, specifically the regulations/certifications around the abatement? I have concerns about who is supposed to do the abatement.
anodyne- Oh no! That's so sad. Maybe you could pack up his stuff and pay for a couple of months of storage for his family? That way you could proceed with getting the house on the market and they don't have to deal with everything asap?
We had a lot of time waiting for the funeral home to come. He was a collector, so I think they would prefer to handle his belongings. We exchanged numbers, I ran and had a set of keys made for them.
I am waiting for the adjuster to call. And my hardwood floor guy. I think we have to cut the floors out where he was found.