A more dignified image, but not more fun

I was inspired to change my profile somewhat by a fellow blogger's changes in her blog. But I found that I look too dignified and anyone who knows me, would never call me that. Besides, I look so old! Who is that silver-haired stranger?

I plan to change my picture back whenever I get time, but gathering information together for the "TL" (tax lady) is a chore, with no one helping me to get everything together. Thank goodness I have Quicken or I'd never get my taxes done.

Mary and Kevin will be back tomorrow, thank goodness. I have really been in a funk since they left. For seven people living here, I might as well be on a desert island. When Joe is off work, I never lay eyes on either one of them. Everyone is working except Chris who has the Hannah Montana show memorized word for word in case she ever has a test to become an understudy. I'm pretty much on my own every day and most nights.

I know I shouldn't complain though, especially with Spring coming. I can hardly wait. It's my favorite time of year with days getting lighter and vacation to FL coming up. When taxes are done I'll feel a lot better. For some reason, I really dislike giving so much money to the government, but on the other hand I have enough to pay my taxes and still keep my home.

Now, where did I put that original picture?

Too cold to go out, too lazy to do taxes

Ever have one of those days when useless bits of information swim to the surface of your brain and refuse to dislodge? It was too cold to go out and I was too strung out to do my taxes, so I began to clean up emails (1074 of them) and noticed how much useless flotsam I was convinced I needed. For instance, the Julian calendar date for my birthday (July 29, 1930) is 2426186.5. Why would anyone in their right mind think this was worth saving?

Or this tidbit: you know when you try to pull some aluminum foil or saran wrap out of the box and the roll pops out -- On the end of the box it says, “Press here to lock end”.
Right there on the end of the box is a tab to lock the roll in place.
How long has this little locking tab been there? Now I ask you, how often am I even going to pull some aluminum foil out of a box? And more importantly, who cares?

I have so many hints, tips and little known cures saved for my children on my computer that they will know I was declining rapidly the last 1074 emails and they were unaware of it until I posted it today. I am going to sort my emails by "last" first, close my eyes and hit "Delete all" on each page until I am down to a manageable 100 or so. Since they date back to 2004, if I deleted anything important, I imagine it won't matter any more.

My husband always said, "I've never thrown away anything I thought was important, until I threw something away and lived to regret it.

On to the email deletion process, can taxes be far behind?