Stuff… and more stuff…

twelve degrees celsius. That’s the average day time temperature at Lake Superior Provincial Park. I believe it ‘s somewhere up around the North Pole. That’s where I’m spending my vacation with the husband. He mentioned sunrises and northern lights and hiking but failed to mention ‘snow-capped tree-tops and ice bergs on the lake’!

Can’t. Wait.

In the meantime the show I’m working on keeps me extremely busy, the food bank absorbs a lot of my free time and the rest of my time I throw parties. Well, recently we’ve hosted a spate of parties, they’ve been loads of fun and work so now you know why I never blog anymore -I’m rarely sober, NO I mean -there isn’t enough time! That and the stuff I want to write about would offend certain people. I used to make a point of being as offensive as possible but I outgrew that, finally. I know people who are still fully engaged in being as offensive as humanly possible and it’s entirely cringe-worthy, much like a farting contest for 10 year old boys. It just stinks all around.

Can a person be 85% evil, 15% not evil? 85% of the time they think and behave in an evil fashion and 15% of the time present themselves as normal, well-adjusted humans? Is it acting 15% of the time? Or 85%? Does that mean you have to be a good actor to be fully evil and ‘act’ nicely. Or would a nice person put forth so much energy to appear evil. WHY would someone do that?

I used to be evil and I blamed everyone around me for it. I was a VICTIM *sniff*! then I grew up. Does that mean I’ve finally reached the age where I’ve learned enough life lessons to want to share and spare others the dreaded fate of innocence and ignorance? Or have I reached the age where I think everyone should know how smart I am so I will share my wisdom with those to spare them the pitfalls I experienced. OR
should I keep my knowledge to myself and let those fall on their faces around me. If I let people fall and not offer helpful advice or benefit of experience does it make me evil or nice -and to what percentage point would you give it?
I really want to know.

Tooo Much…

going on to stop and write about it.

Who can predict the ebb and flow of blogging?

But a lot of stuff is happening and in between we seem to be throwing a lot of parties.

I decided a long time ago that this blog would not be used to share my thoughts about events too close to home. So basically my brain is exploding and my tongue is covered in teeth marks. I’ve been happy, frustrated, angry, bitter, satisfied, complacent, smug, bored and shocked and even giddy. There. That’s the emotional range I’ve experienced this year from A to B.

Life continues to happen, unwritten.

Happy Tax Day!

Wouldn’t it be keen if ‘Happy’ and ‘Tax’ could go together?

In our household we call it, “OHCRAPIMGOINGTOJAILIFIDONTFILE” day.

We’re a full two months (and two years) late already. At the beginning of May we put out hands over our ears, close our eyes and say “LALALALALA” out loud until they shuffle through the keener returns, figure out the naughty list, send out an OFFICIAL NOTICE and threaten us with things only the government can get away with.

There is much smell excrementally speaking and the tension is tighter than a CA married to a librarian’s sphincter in these here parts.

I took Monday off and spent the day sorting through receipts, separating taxes on each receipt and documenting totals. Which means I cleaned the house, did laundry, sorted the ten year olds clothes, alphabetized every recipe I had loosely packed in old cook books and calculated my June mileage which involves ten thousands column addition.

Procrastination is why we’re frantically trying to get to our 2007 taxes. I say ‘we’ but I really mean the husband. I’ve called Canada Revenue several years in a row now offering him up for a jail term for not filing on time and they just won’t take him. I’ve pled ignorance, negligence and ‘we renovated-gence’ and every time I’ve been given a reprieve from a sympathetic ear. This year they’re practicing tough tax love.

I wasn’t even permitted to read the OFFICIAL NOTICE.

So I guess it was an ‘alleged’ official notice but it worked.

The husband did his taxes today which means he did four loads of laundry, cleaned out, washed and sanitized the garbage bins (the city is on strike -it’s getting stinky). I got a phone call mid-day to ask a question about where my receipts were and then he totally ignored the answer. He also vacuumed but I did that on the weekend and it’s only Wednesday so that gets cancelled out automatically due to the ‘late at the gate’ clause.
When I got home he was tired and crabby. I tried to smile sincerely when I offered him a glass of my favourite Pinot Grigio. I think it looked like a wince.

It’s 8pm now and he marinated, cooked and served bar-b-qued steaks, red pepper and mushrooms and he is now watching 30 Rock reruns so I guess the taxes aren’t filed and delivered.

Just a guess.

At least the house is clean and we have leftovers for tomorrow!