First off, I need to thank Karl. He graced me with an Excellent Blog Award! This is kinda cool seeing that about the only thing I really receive that is blog related usually begins with "Please cease and desist..." So this is quite the pleasant surprise!
And I will follow the rules as stated by whoever started this award. Apparently I must now:
- Identify the originator of this award, and link so he can get his well-deserved traffic. That would be Mr. Secondhand Tryptophan himself, Karl!
- Pass on at least 10 Excellent Blog Awards.
10? Only 10? Well, shoot. Whittling it all down might not be too easy. But I'm going to try. Seeing as how this is very limiting, I don't want anyone to feel left out. I still love ya. But I'm also going to try to give the award to people that didn't just receive it from Karl, either. And, let me tell ya, that's not easy considering we read a lot of the same blogs.
- ajooja
- Citizen of the Month
- Cotters in My Tummy
- Down With Pants!
- Iron Fist
- It's Me... Penelope
- kilax
- Refuse to Blog
- Sizzle Says
- work in progress...
All of these are excellent blogs and I really encourage you to check them out. Except that Refuse to Blog gal, Lisa. She paid for inclusion on this list. ;-) JK.
I hate to admit that there may be an ulterior motive to my participation in this award. Perhaps I'm hoping, by doing this, that I will receive some good karma as tonight I'm heading into the accountant to file our tax returns. And I'd like to actually receive some money this year. Supposedly we're eligible for that big payback that Dubya is offering up, but we'll see.
Yes, I use an accountant because he knows his stuff and charges us very little because he's my dad's longtime accountant. We've got too much crap we're juggling here in terms of statements and whatnot and I'd have no idea what to do if I decided to use some online program to file them.
It's really probably just a matter of sitting down and learning how to do it. But it involves scary things like numbers and math. Then, there's the constant fear of an audit. Bright spotlights shone in my face as two big guys in gorilla suits and dark sunglasses pistolwhip me with Texas Instruments scientific calculators while forcing me to account for my piss-poor math skills.
Okay, I might be exaggerating a bit. And I realize I'm pretty small potatoes in the grander scheme of things, but I'm also pretty certain I'd mentally crack under the stress of an audit, even without calculator-based assault and battery. So knowing that I have someone who is licensed to back me up just in case is a big reassurance.
But some good juju doesn't hurt either.
