Posted on 06/28/2010 12:43:57 PM PDT by DagonofAlbion
I deposit the Risk into the account of a dummy finance company for management, called the republican party.
Then, I deposit the damage into the account of a dummy corporation for control, called the democratic party.
I leave all the bible belt religions as spoilers, or third parties; putting them down as department store chains. To stave off the profit into the mints money burning facility, to insure that the money is worthless in terms of pragmatic value, and is only practical believed values.
And the Black market is pimped as bad but, even losing even your kindeys in a hotel bathtub on a drunk, is a value laundering scheme...
Thank you all for your input and participation!!!
Wow, neat!
I've concluded that I'll find Bill's iPod only after I go through all the cluttered corners, shelves, closets, and drawers, removing boxes of items to take to The Salvation Army. Or Bill will finish the 10th grade and I'll get him a new and better one, and find the old one when I want it for some reason ;-).
Oh, those thicker legging things?
They aren’t kitty claw proof, unfortunately.
The missus had a set and found out the ultra-hard way.
I have so much stuff that needs to go, but the thought of inventorying it all for the IRS intimidates me. I guess if I just do a few things at a time it won’t be so bad. I used to deduct it at $25 a carload, then found the list on the SA website and it is a LOT more. I send the IRS the list and the receipt and they’ve never queried anything.
I don’t bother to deduct in-kind donations, unless it’s something big like a piece of furniture or a car. Just having it out of the house is reward enough. We always get smacked with AMT for too many deductions, anyway.
http://www.kovideo.net/wondering-where-the-lions-are-lyrics-jimmy-buffett-433037.html
Here’s a song to start your day mellow. There’s no video, sorry.
I tried to answer one of your earlier comments, and the computer froze up again. Then the phone rang. Then someone texted me. ARGH!!
Right now, I’m waiting for the exterminator, and wishing it were tomorrow so I could send for the part.
*sigh*
Advice for your kids:
Tell the rest of your brood that I never heard of anyone getting food poisoning at an Air Force chow hall! :-)
Anoreth might enjoy the Star Wars Saga Edition roleplaying game. My sons and I play and it’s a blast.
I just read a book by Jimmy Buffet. “A Salty Piece of Land.” Meh. Not much sex (good) and very little swearing (better) but mostly just stories about people he met on his way to the end of the book.
I put on weight when I was working on AF bases. Good food, cheap.
We might have that game. I lose track of what the kids and their dad have bought.
I think we have that. DP has read it, I know. He liked it because it was just stories about people ;-).
That reminds me, I need to call the exterminator. I tried to call them the other day about a fire ant nest, but they didn’t answer the phone and there was no answering machine. Now they’ve sent a bill, and I’m going to Grieve before I pay it.
I’m with you!
Steal my car, destroy my belongings, but don’t come between me and my money.
It ain’t much but it’s mine, and if you bill me for something, you better prove you did it.
They did do the outdoor spraying, as contracted, but they’re supposed to be available for things like fire ant nests. I don’t expect immediate service, but being able to leave a message is a requirement.
Fortunately, we had Amdro granules in the garage still.
These days, folks who own a business and don’t have voice mail don’t seem to prosper as well as those who can be reached. High tech, and all that.
I finally found my birthday book. It was hiding behind the desk.
Last week, I saw a piece on my alumni association email-news about a student whose missing family pictures were found when they took out the built-in desks during a rehab of the dorm. The pictures had slipped in a joint, and the girl dropped a note in after them saying, “If you every find this, I want them back,” including her name and hometown. The shift supervisor of the construction crew found her on Facebook in five minutes!
I called the exterminator and they answered right away and said they have an answering machine. When I called previously, I looked the company up on the internet, and I think I called an outdated number. They’re going to come tomorrow with fireant-preventative.
Kinda like the Mac Davis song: “Whoever Finds This...I Love You.”
Whatever happened to him, anyway? I loved his music!
Good news about the exterminator! I hope the ants haven’t had a chance to spread. My friend has some red ants (not fire ants, but still nasty) under his driveway, and no matter what he has tried, he can’t seem to get rid of them. Even the exterminator is not happy with their return.
It’s a tabletop roleplaying gaame (like Dungeons & Dragons, but don’t let that prejudice you) so it comes in book form. The book is pricey for its size ($37) but it’s cheap at the price because with the book, pencils, dice and a couple of friends you can play forever.
“I thought happiness was Lubbock, Texas, in my rear-view mirror,” and who wouldn’t?
Wikipedia says he’s still around, occasionally performs, gets some acting jobs.
Interesting. They play “Risk” sometimes, but when you get several of our children playing a game they usually end up fighting and I put them to bed.
I googled him and found him on YouTube...It’s Hard To Be Hmmble, with the Muppets!
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