by "Buck"

February 19, 2005

Well, it's almost tax time.  I've assembled all of the necessary paperwork and am prepared to deliver all of Uncle Sam's horseshit to that guy I get to do it every year.  Last year his violated me with a $175 bill for the work.  I know I should try the Turbo Tax route, but I'll never figure the shit out.  I'll botch it and what's more if I try to take charge it leads to marital strife.  The other half gets pissed when I try to do something-she takes over and then will ask me questions. to which I have no answers... leading to the accurate conclusion that I'm a dumbass.  I take offense, pout, and the shit delves into the maelstrom from there.  So in retrospect, it's probably worth the 175 bucks to keep peace in the home.

I've decided to start stocking up on materials for all of the spring projects.  They just built a new Home Depot near my home and I anticipate I'll have my cherry visit there in the coming days.  Here's the ambitious list of things to get done, yes some of them are leftovers from last year's list and some are yearly exercises in frustration-but nevertheless must be done.  Annual maintenance:  bleach and scrub the vinyl siding, sweep and scrub garage floor, remove old mulch replace with new, purchase and plant worthless plants and flowers that seem to be a waste of money-but don't look half bad until July when the aphids take over.  Shit left from last summer:  paint that fucking chain-link fence, paint the rusty swing set, jack-up and level the outbuilding-then underpin with tacky and cheap lattice.  New ideas that will never happen:  tear out rotting landscape timbers in two yard locations and replace with landscaping blocks, plant and tend a garden in the clearing behind the house.      I'll keep you posted on the progress-which I promise will be poor.

I did something the other night that I rarely do.. (insert your own lame comment here-but beware if you piss me off I'll kick your ass).  I bought a CD.  No not just any CD, it takes some considerably good shit to warrant my parting with money for entertainment, but I was in Wal-Mart and caught this display of compilation CD's.  Usually these bargain bins are filled with has-beens or never-wasses (is that a word) anyway, They had a little set up where you can push a button and get a sampling of every song on the CD.  They were basically compilations of various genres from various eras...there staring at me was Power Rock-and in the middle of Wal-Mart-I took a trip back in time.  Strains of "Rock Me Like a Hurricane", "She's Only 17", "Nothin' But a Good Time" were blaring on the cheap department store speaker and I caught myself literally rotating my head.  IF it's THAT compelling, I'll pony up 8.50 for the disk and I did.  Soon it was rattling the windows of my Trailblazer on the way home.  I felt compelled to roll down the window and scream (out of pleasure not the frustration of life this time).     

Kenny Chesney has a song called "I Go Back" in which every time he hears a song he remembers what he was doing when he first heard that song.  I've maintained for a long time that same theory.  I heard "Nothing But a Good Time" and was looking for a set of shoulder pads, compelled to bang my head into a paper towel dispenser.  That was the last song that was blaring in the locker room on December 5, 1985 before I took the field to win a State Football Championship.     Good stuff.  My compilation CD featured one-hit wonders and a few of the second tier head bangers of the 80's.  No Guns N Roses, no Bon Jovi, No Def Leppard, No Motley Crue, No AC/DC...however, Great White was included (Pre-Pyro), Poison, Ratt (wife's favorite band), Night Ranger, Twisted Sister,  you get the idea..and I'm sure Harv would as well.

The ball breakers here at work are calling, I must go do my other job..

Buck Out

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