So I'm sure my avid readers are wondering how my Lenten "give it up for Jesus!" pledge is going. Well, pretty much like the Jerry Lewis Telethon; you keep looking at the calendar wondering "When will this shit be over with?" because I'm dying for a Pop Tart and refuse to buy a BOX at the store. That's a commitment with processed food I DO NOT NEED. One sleeve at a time out of the vending machine is a totally different story/commitment.
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I did my 2005 taxes last night. If you take my combined refunds from my Federal and State taxes it still isn't enough to counter that stupid Multnomah County Income Tax. If I promise not to have kids that will end up in public school can I not pay it this year?
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I'm a huge cheat. The Roommate took this photo that I posted as my picture today on my PaD site. Not only did I not take the shot but it surely wasn't taken today. Try September. Hey, but I cropped it myself, that should count for something!
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I bought a pair of jeans over the weekend, first pair I've purchased since Rufus ruined every other pair I owned (except the pair that's so short it wouldn't have gotten wet in New Orleans last fall---that one he saves for me) when he was an out-of-control chewing monster. The new pair is really cute but it's snug fit makes me think I'm going to have to double up on the gym visits from now on. So that means pilates with the Roommate tonight and yoga (for the first time ever) on Thursday with Michelle. Ouch. I hurt already.
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Words of wisdom: Stop picking at scabs or it will never heal. You know who you are (no link).
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