Semi Wordless Wednesday

Here is Squazz's Bedside Table:

Here is Mental Mama's:

Meds and Moisturizers.

Don't I live large?

Wonder how big they make bedside tables in the Assisted Living Place?

Anybody else care to come clean?

Codependent Computer Mama

I got an Apple MacBook about a month ago.  I still have an hp desktop that I use as well.  I switch between the two of them all day long. (I work from home arranging online content partnerships.)  Many of you have asked me how I like the new computer; I am really enjoying the Apple, and cannot tout it's graphics and fun-ness enough.  But I still like my PC.  Sigh.  I don't see me being a one-or-the-other person any time soon.

Please don't tell me how messy my desk is.  I know it.  And, no, I don't smoke.  The lighter is for my candles.  Sorry Asthmagirl; I like to have candles burning on my desk on gloomy days.

Aren't those heart-shaped post-it notes cute?

And I found the Spearmint Altoids when I cleaned my closet.

It was almost as fun as finding a twenty dollar bill in my coat pocket.

Almost.

This is the present view behind me in my office:

I bet you think my desk doesn't look so bad now.  Do you?

Since it's behind me, I don't dwell on it so much.

In an effort to avoid aforementioned office, I cleaned Augie's closet yesterday.

He was at school at the time.

Now his closet is very clean.

BEFORE:

Um, son, you need to take the boutonniere off your tux before it gets shoved in the closet.

AFTER:

I think I've had enough of the closet madness in this house.

Time for office cleaning.

Has spring-cleaning fever hit anyone else out there?

Mama in the Closet

I spent most of the day yesterday in my closet.  Cleaning and switching my winter clothes for my summer clothes.  I am very lucky to have a spare closet in our guest room where I can put my off-season togs.  In addition to the old switch-a-roo, I got rid of things that I have not worn, or things I did but, honestly, should not have worn in the last 6 months...

If anybody out there has a size 10 shoe and sees anything they want, let me know...

Those cow print clogs (third from the left) are among my favorites, but I tend to sound like a cow when I am sporting them.  

And since I am now the size of a cow, I do not need to sound like one too.

My closet hasn't looked this good in quite a while.

It's really too bad that most of my warm weather clothes are too small for my present size, but I am working on that.  At least my shoe size has always remained the same.  Did I mention I'm a size 10?

I prefer summer shoes to winter shoes hands down.

I also like to strap festive colors onto my size 10 feet.

Except for these dark puppies.

I like these.

These are my motorcycle boots. Size 10.

Sometimes Squazz takes me out for a nice Sunday ride.

I like to go when the ambient temperature is between 74.5 and 77 degrees.

I am not kidding; you should ask Squazz.

As a result, I don't get asked very often.

But I really don't like being either too cold or too hot.

Kinda like a big-footed Goldilocks.

Lost Bunny

``NOW, my dears,'' said old 
Mrs. Rabbit one morning, 
``you may go into the fields 
or down the lane, but don't go 
into Mr. McGregor's garden: 
your Father had an accident 
there; he was put in a pie by 
Mrs. McGregor.'' 

This poor baby was alone by our front porch last week.  The next morning, it was gone.  I hope it's mommy came for it.  And not Mr. McGregor.  Plus, I am also thinking about Watership Down, and that worries me too.  You'd think I have enough to fret about with two teenagers.  Gah.

Sunday Gold

As I look out the window, in early morning,

I spy many birds, some just born,

They come in many colors and sizes,

Some rather ugly, some may win prizes,

One of the prettiest that I have seen,

Is a Goldfinch with a golden sheen

The wings and the tail are as black as coal,

The rest is gold, a friendly soul,

When perched on a feeder, it eats all day,

When perched on a limb, it sings away,

What a dreadful world this would be,

If not a single bird or Goldfinch we'd see,

The world would be quiet all day long,

As it would be void of any bird or song,

There's nothing nicer in this world to me,

As to spy a spot of gold, and find a Goldfinch in my tree,

Then to hear it sing, loud and long,

And know it will come back all Summer long.

By Megan

Bloomsburg, PA

Grade 7

Photo By: Mental Mama

Grade: 20,789

Place: Her favorite cherry tree

SAT Words From the Mental Mama

Choose the best word to complete the following sentences.

(With apologies to my children; it's been a long year.)

1.  Do not be fearful of a(n) _____.Enema/Enemy

2.  People always notice when you have a cute little_______.Butt/Mutt

3.  Online chatting makes it easy to ________.Love/Rove

4.  Cleopatra's biggest problem was her ______.Ass/Asp

5.  At the end of a day, all I need to find is my own ______.Car/Bar

6.  After that, the only thing on my mind is: _______.Spouse/Souse

 

STOP.

The Power of the Collective

Springtime is the time of hope and renewal.

Sometimes in the face of all that is wonderful, we have our hardest times.

This week has been a heavy one for many of our bloggy buddies:

Hallie's husband John has endured yet another painful surgery.  While her baby boy, Shmoops, is in the Air Force,  stationed in Florida, and unable to come home.

Debbie in North Carolina is also facing a farewell to her own beautiful baby boy who is a Marine and likely on his way to the Middle East.

OOPS: Debbie's Marine is due home from Iraq, and her Air Force son is the one who's leaving. Blessings to them all. MPM apologizes for the mixup.

Meg still doesn't know what sent her to the hospital for several days.

My dear friend Jules' father had a massive stroke on Monday, while on a business trip, and faces much uncertainty.

Corey has left her family in France, and is over 80 days into her bedside vigil for her ailing father in California.

Laura~Peach has Coleman on all our minds.

Tammy and her baby Alley Cat are sorely in need of our good thoughts. 

On this beautiful day, I am going to take some time to count and embrace my blessings, and send positive thoughts and light to our friends.

I hope you will too, and please forgive me if I have left someone out.  

Meme-or-able

Okay.  It's meme-time again.  I was planning on taking a meme sabbatical, but this one was fun to read, and I just so happened to have a few random-and-useless-to-anyone-but-you thoughts in my head appropriate for this little exercise.  Working Mom has done it this time.  You should do yourself a favor my dear reader, and pay her a visit.  She is quite funny (her masthead is worth the price of admission).  And also very caring.  My favorite combination in a person. 

The Rules:

a. Link to the person who tagged you.
b. Post the rules on your blog.
c. Write six random things about yourself.
d. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
e. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment at their blog.
f. Let your tagger know when your entry is up.

And away we go:

1)  I am 5'9" in my bare feet, but I have profound scoliosis.  My doctors have told me that I would be close to 6' if my spine were straight.  As a result, I don't know which height to use to calculate my BMI. I generally use the 5'9" because I need the motivation to keep my head out of the Fritos.  And the wine rack.

2)  I cannot swallow pills.  Any size at all. The flavor of Advil kinda grows on you after a while.

3)  I believe in reincarnation.  In fact, I am pretty sure I know some of the characters I have been before.  Some are quite colorful.  More on that later.

4)  I actually embrace my age.  And I look forward to the future very much.  That being said,  I am not ruling out a little tweaking here and there.  More here than there.

5)  I am 37.

6)  I am normally a very honest person, but, um, I lied in #5.  I am 48.

There you go.  More fascinating details about me. Aren't you happy you asked me Working Mom?  By the way, I'm not tagging anyone, but would love to see more random details of everyone's lives.  I'd rather surf your blogs than do just about anything else. Really.

Words of Wisdom Wednesday

"Twenty-three is old. It's almost twenty-five, which is, like, almost mid-twenties."

- Jessica Simpson

I sure hope my children did their homework last night.

Augie?  Birdy?

Snipe Hunt Anyone?

Submarine Races?

Cow Tipping?

Jackalope Hunting?

Does anyone remember these?  When I was a teenager, we whippersnappers were always looking for some reason to go out into the wilds and look for the legend du jour.  In Tennessee, we had a lot of stuff to go in search of.  We had lots of local witch covens, and there were always the ghosts of Natchez Trace, but our favorite was...The Bell Witch.

If you have the time, take a few minutes and read about the Bell Witch.

Tammy, you may be particularly interested...this haunting is rumored to have inspired the Blair Witch Project.  At any rate, I grew up terrified by the thought of this spirit.

And writing about it has given me the chills right now.

 Augie recently asked me if he could go to a friend's house to go look for Melon Heads.

Apparently these descendants of the colonial witches are alive and well in the forests of Connecticut, Michigan and Ohio.  And they have these really big heads.  You have to go to a certain road called Dracula Drive and wait for them to come out of the woods.   Who knew there was all this fun to be had nearby?

Kids today, geesh.

Wait.

Do I see a resemblance?

Oh, and Happy Earth Day everyone.

Tread lightly, please.

Warning: Low Estrogen Post

Why are we all in this handbasket, and does anybody feel it getting hot?

And on another note,  

The John Adams series on HBO ended last night.

*sigh*

As usual, I found the book better.

David McCullough has written some masterpieces.

In my opinion, many masterpieces.

John Adams

and

1776

should be your next reads if you haven't read them yet.

I love George, John, Thomas and Ben.

I have an active crush on them all. To this very day.

Flag pin?

You must be kidding me.

 $3.65 a gallon to fill my car yesterday.

My Wall Street friends are getting laid off in droves.

Other industries are following suit.

Big bank bailouts.

Roadside bombs.

Flag pin?

I miss George, John, Thomas and Ben.

Gull-able

You will begin to touch heaven, Jonathan, in the moment that you touch perfect speed.  And that isn't flying a thousand miles an hour or a million, or flying at the speed of light.  Because any number is a limit, and perfection doesn't have limits.  

Perfect speed, my son, is being there.

--Jonathan Livingston Seagull

Richard Bach

Prom Babies

It was another Prom Night last night here in Mental Land.

This time, it was the Baby Bird's prom.

So, we went back to the baby portraits for our photo op.

The Baby Bird.

I wish I could fit my big ol' mental self into her clothes.

I love this dress.

But I love her more!

And I am still so very thankful she is okay.

Augie was invited to her prom, too.

So we put him back in his monkey suit.

And trotted him out for more pics.

I mean, have you ever seen anyone so cooperative?

Their dates were just as adorable as they were, but I did not get permission from their parents to put their mugs out into the cyberworld, so you, dear reader, will have to use your imagination.

Then, after all the flurry and driving and many pre-prom gatherings, Mental Mama was all alone.  I do, unfortunately, confess to a little texting.  No one answered.

So I went to find my other baby, Dora.

She was having none of me either.

*Sigh.

Beautiful Mommy

Remember that one?  One of my all time favorite books as a child was Are You My Mother by P.D. Eastman.   My poor mother must surely have dreaded reading it to us, but bless her heart, she did.  Daily.  Many times a day.

Anyway, for those of you out there looking for new children's books, there's a new one coming out just in time for Mother's Day.  A Florida plastic surgeon has written this special book that explains all the details of mommy's plastic surgery to the kids.  Yup.  Because our little ones don't have enough crap to think about already, we are going to fill their  heads with all the sordid details of our boob jobs and tummy tucks.   Check out this Newsweek article...

My Beautiful Mommy.    Hurry before they run out.

Ask Somebody's Mama

Dear Mental Mama,

I feel like life with my newly retired husband is either 100 mph or 0.  Some days, it is all great, and others it is just awful.  He can be so irritating.  What do you suggest?

Signed,

Whiplash

Dear Whipped,

This happens to us all at some point, and all the new togetherness you now have is making it more apparent to you.  All relationships are fluid, and it is important to stay present and aware in all relational climates.  But I do hear you on the wide spectrum of feelings and moods.  And sometimes, it might be worthwhile to check in with an objective third party.  

It's always good to keep your friends around for the rough times.  For instance, last week, I had to pitch in and clear things up for my friend Jules' husband. Just because she needed the reinforcement. 

If  you, dear reader, have any burning questions, please write to mentalpmama@aol.com, and ask away!  I am listening.

Awards!

Tammy, Meg and Flea are the best!

I don't think I've ever had so much recognition in one month.

Such validation!

Such a big head I have!

Annie and Jules--these are your Birthday and Christmas presents for the coming year.  My generosity knows no bounds.   xoxo, Lauren

The Ides of April

Taxes Done?  Sort of.

Extension Filed?  Yes.

Laundry?

Nope

Office clean?

Nope

Road trip?

Yes

With Augie ... college visits!

More vicarious living for the Mental One.

Yippee

I really don't want my babies to go anywhere, but since it is inevitable, I am going to commandeer this jacket when my baby boy goes off to school.

Thank You

Dear Nice Man Driving on the Parkway,

Thank you so very much for stopping to come to the aid of my little bird.  I honestly believe that the random kindnesses of strangers get most of us through our days, and you are no exception.  My little baby bird was blessed to have you traveling alongside her.  I thank you from the very bottom of my heart, and I only wish you were still there when I arrived so I could have given you my thanks in person.

Dear Sweet Miss A. and Miss L.,

Thank you both so much for spying your friend in distress on the side of a highway, and waiting with her.  I know you missed part of the big test, too, but this old Mental Mama is so grateful for your sweet, unselfish little souls.  Thank you, too, for the hugs.  I needed them.

Dear Connecticut State Trooper,

Thank you for your kindness, your patience, and your ability to drive a car with only three wheels. My daughter learned big lessons on mortality, responsibility and humility from you.  And I cannot thank you enough.

Dear Miss L. KC,

You and your wonderful family are always here for The Bird, Augie and all of us. When you showed up at our door with the wonderful flowers and all the cheer, it was the best remedy to a horrible morning.  You are an angel, and we love you.

Dear Insurance Company,

Please be patient with us, I promise we are not trying to bankrupt you.  It has been a dreadful month for our autos here in Mental's homeland, but we are doing our best to get our acts together.  

My car will be finished in a week.

We don't know about this one yet.

Dear Baby Bird,

I hope you know how lucky you were to literally walk away from this whole thing. You have only been driving a few months, and when I tell you to be careful, drive slow, and take your time, I'm not just talking to hear my own sweet, lovely voice.  If anything ever happened to you or your brother, I don't think I could survive it.  No, I know I couldn't survive it.  Please, please, please pay attention.  I love you, Mama

Dear God,

Thank you for the constant reminder that we are not alone.  As always, Lauren

Golden

If I had to choose, I'd rather have birds than airplanes.

-Charles Lindbergh

Does This Fat Make My Ass Look Big?

Did anyone watch Miss USA last night? I feel like it was another lifetime ago when I had anywhere close to a figure those girls have. Miss Texas won!  

Annie, Jules and I should have been asked to be the judges; we had it all figured out.  Yup, busy night here in Cocktail Corner.

Bird Brain

Yesterday we had a 75 degree day.  When you live in the northeast, that means you go outside as much as possible, and turn your vole-like face up at the sky.

I began preparing for a day like today last week.  One of my income-tax-preparation-avoidance techniques involved visiting the Wild Bird Store.  I did some shopping.

Is it ironic that as my own nest empties, I am out finding more birds?

Don't you love this hummingbird feeder?

Mental Musings

There was this 'lady' at the nail salon yesterday who made the poor girl paint her nails FOUR different times because she didn't like the colors she was choosing.  As I was leaving, she was moaning and groaning to the owner that she wanted her polish removed. ~~~

I had a dream last night that my Baby Bird got into the college of her choice.  My kids are only juniors....  I'd better get used to these dreams.  At least they might take the place of all those annoying airplane dreams.

Lucia had a dream that she was babysitting Little Ricky while Lucy and Desi went out to dinner.  She also had to take care of their dog.  But she was too tipsy to get up off their sofa to let him out.  

My rental car smells like a mixture of banana vomit and Glass Plus.  Here I am hanging my head out to breathe some fresh air.  See how nice my manicure came out.

There is a painfully thin woman at my gym whom I call Grannyrexia.  She runs on the treadmill for about an hour and then takes boxing lessons for a half hour.  A strong wind would blow her over.

Is it really necessary to have a paper shredder?

More Food for Thought

Asthmagirl - Is My Cape Fluttering? has tagged me.  And it is a good one. If you don't visit her on a regular basis, you need to do yourself a favor and get on over there.  This is Letter Month on NaBloPoMo, and she has already written some doozies, and it is only the 9th!  Anyway, I have been blathering on and on for several months here at Mental Land about, well, everything, and I now realize there are some important things you don't know about me.  This meme is good because it is doable, even for my thought processes, and it is stuff you really need to know.  Six completely unimportant things about me:

1. My perfect food: cheese
2. Favorite colors: moss green and cold water-blue
3. Hair: Honestly? I have no idea. Let's just say blond-ish, mkay?
4. DVD I recently saw: Breakfast at Tiffany's
5. Guilty TV pleasure: Men in Trees and Two and a half Men
6. If I were a tree, I would be a(n): Magnolia grandiflora

By the way, this is not a magnolia.  It's a Kalanchoe.

And aren't we all glad it's not a carrot?

Now.  Who do I want to see some random stuff about?

Leighanne

KK and Sal Gal

The Queen of Planet Hot Flash

The Snooty Primadonna

Texas Meg

Let's hear it girls.

By the way, I finally made Noble Pig's Banana Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip muffins.  And I am here to tell you all they are easy and the absolute best. Do yourself a favor and whip up a batch.  You won't be sorry.

Well, maybe you will when you have to go find your sweatpants.

But they are worth it.

What the...

?

 This carrot-squid popped out of the bag yesterday.

I didn't know whether to be nauseated

or

aroused.

Then Squazz came home,

 and he did this to it.

We generally don't play with food in our house.

But this was just too much fun.

Now I must get to my new letters over at Ask Mental Mama.  Drop me a line at mentalpmama(at)aol(dot)com and give me your random thoughts or queries. I'll to my best to come up with a witty yet profound solution to all your burning questions.  

UPDATE:  Lucia's cousin Miss J has sent another carrot for our viewing pleasure.  Their Aunt Tre grew this puppy.  Any more out there? Or is this enough for ya?

Cougar Tale

My good friend Lucia had a date on Saturday night.  With a younger man.  It wasn't exactly a blind date, but she doesn't know this fellow very well, so it could be considered a blind date for my purposes here.  But I do digress.

Anyway, he shows up at the appointed time and she asks him in for a drink before they head out to dinner-- a way to break the ice.  She notes immediately that he has taken great pains to coif his hair.  A hairdo, if you will.  Kinda like Donald Trump.  Lucia's ex-husband had his hair done at a beauty parlor on their wedding day.  Anyway, she pours ol' Donald a glass of red wine, and they chitchat for a bit.  But he soon informs her that he is starving, so they must get to dinner immediately as he is on a strict feeding schedule.  He has had, maybe, a half-sip of his wine. 

When they are seated at the restaurant, Donald informs her that he is 38.  Lucia, a woman of a certain age--a beautiful woman, and a personal trainer with a body to match her career, informs him that she could be his mother. 

The evening progresses and Donald just yaps away: his beautiful wife (whom he wistfully compares to a "built" Pam Anderson) left him for a younger man, and Donald was left to reorganize his life.  He lists for Lucia, in minute detail, his caloric intake for the week, and painstakingly describes each exercise he performs.  As a result of all this fastidious care, Donald is very muscular, and I must add, not unattractive.  (How do I know this?  I just so happened to be at that particular restaurant....)  Hard boiled egg whites, oatmeal and boiled chicken.  That's pretty much what he eats.  Every day. When Lucia ordered an appetizer portion of wild mushroom ravioli, as her dinner, he almost fell over.  "You eat pasta?!?!" 

Oh, and another thing:  HE HAS HAD A HAIR TRANSPLANT AND HE TOLD HER ALL ABOUT IT.  AT DINNER.  They took it from his back, and he had to have stitches because so much was needed.  Way too much information, I know, but this is the truth folks.  He's thinking about doing it again, too.  Now, I saw this man, and I am all for hair transplants, or whatever anyone wants to do that makes them happy, but I really don't know where on his head he will possibly fit another big old swath of his lustrous back-hair.  I'm just saying.

Now on to my point of this little tale:  I have been bouncing around different types of blogs lately, and I absolutely love to read all the various perspectives.  What has been catching my attention of late in younger bloggers is the frequent use of the word "cougar" to describe a woman over the age of, say, 35.  And what really stands out is that these women are rarely portrayed in a positive light.  I would also like to add that most of the young authors of these posts have neither a real command of their language, nor the correct spelling of the most basic words.  You know the ones.  Every once in a while I comment, correct their spelling and grammar, and sign myself as "cougar mama."  I'm just so helpful like that.  And a little cranky. It's that whole estrogen thing.

So there, my friends, is the story of a cougar and her younger date, the ex-husband of a "built" Pam Anderson.  Just be thankful I didn't tell you about all the pictures he showed her of his truck.  I am not kidding. Oh, and he allowed himself one more sip of wine at dinner, but didn't want to have the whole glass because of the calorie content.  I think Donald might still be available.

April Wishes

No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.

                                               --William Shakespeare

My Babies are Growing Way Too Fast

I know I added a word, so it's now my 7 word Mantra.

Yesterday was a busy day for the Mental Mama. First, there

was Ring Day for the Baby Bird. It seems like yesterday that we were learning how to tie our shoes, and here we are on the brink of launching. I am intellectually very clear and totally on board with all this progress nonsense. But in my heart? Still a little bit shaky.

Anyway, we are very blessed to have a wonderful school near us which The Bird has been attending since her Freshman year. The traditions here are beautiful, moving, and for the MP Mama, always a little bit tearful. Ring Day was no exception. But I am so very proud of The Bird, and so excited for her future, that I managed to pull myself together...

I also met with her college guidance counselors, and we had a great discussion where I also informed them that the school needs to be big enough for the two of us. Because I am still planning on going, too. They thought that was funny. But they don't know. I am going.

Here are some of the Ring Day Babies. *sigh

Later, we had to get Augie all dressed up for his first prom of the season. *sigh

He thought the Yankee hat was a nice touch.

I made him stand in front of his baby portrait.

He obliged me.

He is such a good boy...

And I've often warned him about his goofy faces.

Sorry Augie, I told you so.

But I do love you so very much.

Original Memoir Meme

Because my 6-word memoir was so horribly interrupted by that mess on I-95, I will now present my original one:

Good friends and chardonnay go together. 

(if you know me at all this is a given)

and then I came up with:

A smile is always in style.

(Teenager encouragement, and a good reminder for all)

then this one followed:

My babies are growing too fast.

.

Timely

A few days ago, the Snooty Primadonna tagged me for this meme.  I have been busy creating all these 6-word zingers in my little head, and then there was yesterday....

First, the business of the rules:

1) Write your own six word memoir;
2) Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you’d like;
3) Link to the person that tagged you in your post, and to the original post if possible so we can track it as it travels across the blogosphere;
4) Tag at least five more blogs with links; and
5) Don’t forget to leave a comment on the tagged blogs with an invitation to play!

Now back to yesterday.  I was out running errands in town, and decided to go to Costco to get some pansies and some Advil.  Quite the combo, no?  Anyway, in order to get to Costco and back home on a timely basis, I have to get on the highway.  So, I stopped by the house because I didn't have my phone with me, and I don't like to be on  #@*#@? Interstate 95 without any help.  The place is a deathtrap.

Costco was nice and quiet, and I got some beautiful pansies, Advil and a few extras...you know how it is in those places.  At least I didn't get the jumbo cooler on wheels that I was eyeballing.

But that's a story for another time...

My 6-word memoir:

The Universe works in mysterious ways.

A chain-reaction mess, and I was the rear-ender.  Luckily everyone is fine.  The pansies were a little shaken up, and the Advil rattled, but all is well. The phone, by the way, came in very handy. (I took this picture with it, too!) Since I am going to be busy today getting a loaner car and retrieving more of my stuff out of the car which had to be TOWED to the shop, no tagging--anyone can play along.  A six word memoir is fun. What's yours?

Angel

A friend gave me this angel several years ago, and she is the first thing I see when I sit at my desk in the morning.  The amount of comfort I get from this little ornament is probably unhealthy.  

But I don't care. 

UPDATE: Annie's MIL Mimi left us today.  Please let all the wonderful angels help her along her way.  Godspeed beautiful Grace B., we love you very much.

Taxes?

What taxes?  

Asthmagirl asked me yesterday how my taxes were going.  And, well, it's not so good here in Mental Land.  I have done nothing.  Nothing.  And the worst part is that I don't seem to give a crap.

I did think about it for a little while last night, but Two and a Half Men was on, and I was tired. Tomorrow would be the day, I said to myself.  Yes sir.  So here's my day today:  grocery store, gym, laundry, allergy shot, laundry, bills, bank and laundry.  And to add insult to injury, there is a Woot-Off today over at Woot. 

I visit Woot every morning, and you should put it on your list if you don't know about it already.  Usually, they sell one thing each day, and no matter what they have that day, the shipping is only $5.  On Woot-Off days, as soon as an item sells out, they put up another.  The kicker today is that because today is April Fool's day, they are selling the same thing over and over.   And it seems that every once in a while, they throw in a Bag Of Crap.  A BOC can be anything, and they are $.99 each.  They have several things in each one, and some people have reported a 61" television in theirs!  If you are lucky enough to click on a BOC fast enough, you should order 3 of them. That's the maximum you can order in one click.  I got a BOC click once. Mine was really crap, though.  But I can't tell you how much fun it was waiting for the package to arrive!  It can be a fun way to spend an entire day.  You should check it out.

So, um, the taxes?  Tomorrow.  Tomorrow will be the day.  Somebody just needs to remind me.