Friday, I got some not nice news. Since my W-2�s came in the mail, I went to Jackson Hewitt to get my taxes done. I had paid out $2500 dollars in Federal taxes, and $1295 to the state of Missouri, so I was certain I would be getting a nice refund. Not only do I not get a refund, I owe the federal government $35.00. The state of Missouri will be paying me $90.00. Gee. That sucks.
Oh, and I had to pay Jackson Hewitt $101.00 for doing my taxes right there on the spot.
And this, my darlings is the story of my life. Once again, I get the big stiffy.
It was hell getting to work today. We also just found out we�re getting between 4-6 inches of snow today and tonight. Yay, hoorah. I can�t wait to drive in this crap some more. It only took me 45 minutes to de-ice my car this morning.
This weekend was pretty nice, except for Sunday, which stank to high heaven because an ice storm moved in rather quickly and stayed on top of us the entire day. It was pretty dreary and boring.
Friday night Lisa came over with Jake. She brought me magazines, God bless her because I�ve been bored to tears. However, I�ve not been motivated to recycle the other 50 magazines that have dangerously overfilled the basket. That would require effort and I�m running short on that these days.
Our kids were hungry and us too so we took the kids to Bob Evans where they didn�t eat much but we did. Thank God for cheap prices on the kid�s menu.
You know, the choices you get for places you can take kids to eat in South County is really small. Unless of course you love crappy fast food and then they got plenty of fast food joints. We�re stuck between Denny�s and Bob Evans. Could we possibly expose ourselves to something a little more upscale without going too pricey? It would be nice to have a nice sit down dinner with our spawn once in a while where our food choices aren�t all from the old folks menu. It seems like everything you can order can be gummed just in case you take your teeth out.
It�s not too much to ask is it God to go to a nice restaurant with your kids and eat good food?
At Bob Evans, the children magically lost their appetites right after they got their dinner. How nice. I love it when I spend a lot of money on nothing don�t you Lisa? Next time they can share a crouton and a glass of chocolate milk. Hee!
It was a nice dinner. I really miss Lisa a lot and our time together always goes too fast. Why can�t time go that fast when I�m at work?
Jackie complained a lot about her throat hurting (which might explain some of her appetite loss) so I made a mental note to stock up on sick kid stuff. I wondered if her sore throat was from talking too much and I thought about asking her but I knew she�d think I was making fun of her so I kept my mouth shut and listened to her complaints like a good mommy.
Then we went to Tar-Jay, where as usual I had a relaxing shopping experience except for the 29 times Jackie grabbed something out of the cart and ran over to the price scanner. I was about to wring my daughter�s neck when I was distracted by the shoe displays. Powerpuff Girl�s shoes for $14.00? I could�ve gotten some cheaper maybe at Marshall�s but they probably wouldn�t have been near this cute. So, Jackie got some new tennies and thank God for that because I was gonna scream if I had to see her in those ugly shoes again. You know the ones. They�re white Stride Rights with purple accents and the stupid things don�t even zip up anymore but rather than wear her jazzy black boots or even one of her other pairs of shoes Jackie puts on these ugly things. It�s so embarrassing!
We watched the BonJovi concert on DVD. The picture was brilliant! Unfortunately, my medicine was wearing on me and I don�t remember the last 30 minutes of the DVD. Darn.
It wasn�t boring, Lisa. I�m boring! Don�t take my lethargy personal please! Okay? I love hanging out with you.
The lady with the mini-pinscher never called me, so Jackie and I went out to look at dogs this weekend again. The animal rescue people at Petco and Petsmart seemed irritated that I had the audacity to request a dog that is and will stay �under 25 pounds�. Sorry! This is the stipulation of my lease at my apartment, geez! Don�t have a cow lady!
Jackie wasn�t in the mood and whined that she wanted to go home because we were �NEVER EVER going to get a dog� she said, sighing heavily. She was driving me crazy for a dog and was getting really discouraged. I guess it�s to be expected because she�s been waiting since before Christmas for a dog.
Captain Underpants saved the day by giving me and idea: Instead of giving up I happily drove down to the dog pound off of Gasconade. I had been to that dog at least 10 years before, why? I don�t remember. It�s weird, I don�t even remember why I was in that place or when, but I knew it was there. Weird.
It looks like a very sad place. We opened the front door and were greeted with sounds of earnest barks and whining of dogs that are just dying to be adopted.
My heart broke. If I could I�d adopt all of them. I hate to see dogs without homes.
I instantly saw an adorable poodle schnauzer mix that I fell in love with. She looked just like the dog Trixie that I had with my mom Joann. However, someone had already filed adoption papers on her. She was just too cute.
Right next to her was a chocolate colored yappy dog, a Dashhound mix. He was a cute little dog, about 15 pounds. I told this crazy lady who looked like sparrows were nesting in her hair, which was staring at the yappy dog, that it would be a good watchdog. She just stared blankly at me, so I looked away. Jackie and I then looked at many dogs, all in metal cages, but the rest were all too big.
We talked about the yappy dog a little more, and Jackie decided that this was the dog she wanted. We went back out front to enquire about the dog, and I was given an application to fill out. While I was working on the application, the crazy lady and her two grandkids came back out and she asked me if I remembered the number on the cage of the �good watchdog�. I told her I thought it was 82, but I coincidentally, was filling out an application for the same dog. She just said flatly, �I think that�s my sister�s dog�, and she proceeded to go back and argue with the lady behind the glass at the office that the dog belonged to her (imaginary) sister.
When crazy lady left, Jackie and I turned in the application. �If that dog belongs to her sister maybe we ought to look elsewhere� I began, but was interrupted immediately. �Madam, with all due respect, that woman is nuts. She�s in here every other week trying to get a free dog.�
�Oh,� I said. �Well, when will I be hearing from you?�
�Wednesday,� she said with a smile.
As Jackie and I drove back home, I explained to her why it�s good to adopt a homeless pet instead of an expensive purebred. Sure, we like designer pets. They are after all, adorable and definitely they�re temperament is more predictable too.
Having once been a homeless runaway myself might have something to do with why I was so happy to adopt this dog from the pound. Everyone deserves a chance to be happy.
13:37 - Monday, Jan. 26, 2004
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