The presents are placed under the tree…

BIG DEAL!

I admit I do like the Christmas Season.

I like the tree, I enjoy the memories. I do wish I was spending it with my Mom, it’s just been too damn long since I was home for Christmas.

I suppose if I left now and drove like a bat out of hell (legally of course) I could be there by late on Christmas Eve or early on Christmas Day. That would mean leaving like RIGHT freakin now!

Honestly, I’m not up for it. I have no desire to deal with the TSA and their jack-booted, draconian approach to security.

Maybe if we controlled our borders we wouldn’t have to have an organization like the TSA feeling us all up if we, for whatever insane reason decide to climb into the cattle cars in the skies.

That’s a discussion for another time and regardless of what I and 75% of the rest of the nation believe, the Congress will no doubt suck the collective Illegal immigrant dick in appeasement, and their continued selling out of the American people.

That too is a discussion for another time.

I have a love-hate relationship with this season.

I love the beauty of the trees and the decorations. I enjoy and appreciate the sentiments of peace and good will. I enjoy spending time with my friends and  those folks that I call my family even if they’re not genetically related to me. It’s a good time of year.

I hate this time of year because while it does bring out the worst in some people, it’s also the time of year that I begin collecting information for that most hated of days. April 15th.

I used to spend time each month carefully detailing records and entering transactions so that I could simply hand it all to the accountant after I’d gotten my W2 forms.

It was bliss to have my taxes completed and ready to go by March 1 or earlier.

Over time and with the combination of my finances with the other halfs, now we’re lucky if out taxes are filed by Oct 30.

The other half can find the most creative and innovative ways to procrastinate! As I type that I’m looking at the Christmas cards yet to be signed and mailed…

After many years of careful collection of data and not being able to file until some completely random date, I stopped the meticulous record keeping.

After all why bother? Nothing I did was going to make it any more likely that we’d actually be able to file on time.

Now I’m out of the habit of doing all the record keeping monthly. I have a years worth of paper and receipts that have been scanned but not organized or that remain to be scanned and organized.

Heck! I haven’t even downloaded the transaction records from the bank in 4 months.

While I’m alone and it’s quiet I’ve been trying to whittle away at the record keeping nightmare.

I don’t feel like I’m making any headway, it just means there’s more time I’m spending in front of the computer.

The scanner is whirring, the shredder is purring, the kettle is boiling, my tea is cooling. My backup drives are spinning, and I’m thinking “I’d rather go outside to play.”

I had the same problem doing homework.

I think I’m going to bag the tax stuff for today.

I’m going to empty the shredder, take out the trash, and watch a movie.

Yeah, I won’t get stuff done I should get done, but what the hell it’s the holidays and why shouldn’t I take some time off?

Oh wait…

Ok I’ll take some MORE time off

Look! Squirrel!!!!