Death, Taxes, and Distraction

I've decided there are actually three things in my life that I am sure of and that will surely happen to me. One being of course, I shall surely die. Two, that I will have to pay taxes, make just barely enough to join the next tax bracket and thus be raked across the tax shaped coals of a $160 refund. And then three, I will be distracted and not accomplish nearly close to what I had planned for myself. Tonight my dears was of no exception to that third truth; however, my future had looked bright for about the first 45 minutes after I got home. I arrived home and to my wonderful pleasure the D's were not home, Friday night is apparently "date night". *shivers* *gags* I promptly removed my shoes, (In my room, I dare not leave them in any place they would be see. Because should anyone see that we wear shoes and take them off before walking on the carpet, it would be the demise of us all!) grabbed my W2's (Yep, I have two.) and then headed for the "Office" to file my taxes via taxact.com - All free tax filing, all the time!

At this point in the story I would like to take a moment to discuss how when I entered the office I found that D's computer was on... She left it on... not I... I'm pretty sure someone died somewhere because of it. (I've been accused of not caring for D's feelings because I left the computer on once....)

Anywaysssss, the point of the boring story about my taxes is that about half way through, after I had found out that I would only be getting $160 back and after I was not able to log on to the World Vision website to get my charitable giving information for 2008, I became shamelessly and utterly distracted. I got a text message from Logan, my home skillzel. I called him so that I could finish both my taxes and talk with him; unfortunately my ingenious plan back fired on me. Not only did I not finish filing my taxes, I ended up talking with him and not finishing my testimony, baking pies for some people at work, and not finishing Bethie's first monkey. Gah! Sure, I never promised to do those things to anyone, still deep down inside my heart is sad from broken promises made to myself. Have has anyone else ever felt this way?

Still, being the positive person that I am, I always try to look at the up side of things. By talking with Logan, I was able to bond with and learn new things about a person I had not spoken to in some time. I was even able to talk him into maybe coming to the Young Adults gathering at Lake Tapps tomorrow night, that way I don't feel so alone. And, because I had my phone with me right after getting of the phone with Logan I was able to get a message from my Homie Kenzie in Wyoming, (She's my connection on FSB inside.) she's been feeling a bit down so I was able to offer her some support an encouragement that I might not have otherwise been able to offer. The reason for her "down'ness" is a whole other blog that I might one day explore, the topic of Christian College's being a breeding ground for young marriages. On that thought though, if I was ever specifically looking for a husband, looking at a Christian College would probably be the best place to look.

Well, I'm off now. Deuces!

-Gideon