Wedding Song - God Knew That I Needed You

Thursday, December 30, 2021

IRS LOONEY TUNES

SO ... the criminal cartel, obama-biden-harris shitshow, just gets more bizarre.

{{The requirements can be found at IRS.gov amid other missives to report income earned from jobs in the gig economy ... If you steal property, you must report its fair market value in your income in the year you steal it unless you return it to its rightful owner in the same year,"' read the provision for stolen property.}}

Yeah: I can totally visualize blm and antifa calling the IRS to report thier ill-gotten "gains".

https://www.msn.com/en-us/money/taxes/stole-something-irs-says-stolen-property-and-bribes-must-be-reported-as-income/ar-AASd7G5?ocid=msedgntp&fbclid=IwAR1t_S1LWkS43gB53YKvnLGpjEfiR_W_NXsYxAF6Z5gpcT6VOvNjJES0ETU

HOME BENEFITS

Christmas 2021 … and tomorrow’s New Year’s Eve, are 4-year markers of those holidays that I did not get to share with Bob.

I used to tell Bob that I really hoped my ticket was punched before his, because “I could not live without you, Babe.”

And then.

Bob’s ticket number was called; and he went before me.

And over a period of 36 months, I’ve come to the realization that I somehow, incredibly, could live without him. I woke up that first morning of widowhood – I woke up every morning for that first week of solo loboing.

For a month.

For 2 months … 4 months … 6 months: 1 year.

For 36 months (3 years, and 16 days – today): 1,111 days and nights have come and gone, and I have learned to live without Bob’s physical presence in my life.

In the Spring, Summer, and Fall months the missingness is easier because I’m out of the house most of the time: country drives, daytrips, road trips, hiking, social gatherings, ect.

But in the Winter months, when the weather is dicey and driving is tricky; I’m stuck pretty much at home. Admittedly, “stuck at home” is relatively short – but it’s still a stuck period, where I’m housebound.

I never could stand being cooped up … and that feeling intensifies now that Bob is no longer here. So, I have to make those cloying housebound days count to pull me out of a {missingness} mind-slump.

The months of 2021, I broadened my horizons and ventured further afield in adventurous daytrips; learning new roads, and retracing remembered loop-routes I made with Bob throughout our 44 years together. Those backroad drives were looooong drives.

I ate out … a lot.

When I got home, I had just enough time to change from day clothes into p.j.’s; and fall into bed. I exercised in a hit-n-miss pattern – and it was showing.

Now, it’s time to knuckle down again – and rein the laissez faire attitude in: toning up, and slimming the curves 😉

Exercising is a home benefit.

I actually like exercising, so it’s not a hardship.

I exercise every other day … and like switching out the exercise regimes 😊

This is what I did today:

Fit & Toned Arms for Ageless (Mature) Women

15 Minute Senior Pilates Chair Class- to build Core Strength in a Safe and Gentle

I’m planning on wearing sleeveless tops, shorts … and the straight-leg jeans I bought this year (the only type of jeans selling in stores): I need toned arms, and a slimmer physique by March 2022.

These ‘home benefit’ exercises will accomplish that 😉

THE DONKEY

One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well.

The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.

He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement he quieted down.

A few shovel-loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up.

As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!

MORAL: Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a steppingstone. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up.

Remember the five simple rules to be happy:

1. Free your heart from hatred - Forgive.

2. Free your mind from worries - Most never happens.

3. Live simply and appreciate what you have.

4. Give more.

5. Expect less from people but more from yourself.

ELECTRIC CARS

Electric cars are never going to catch on ... the demonrats have been pushing electric cars since the early 1970's.

Electric cars are NOT feasible for the everyday working person.

demonrats may think they are kings and queens; but the rest of us live in the realm of reality.

https://www.theepochtimes.com/finland-man-blows-up-his-tesla-car-after-facing-22000-replacement-battery-bill_4176175.html?utm_source=News&utm_campaign=breaking-2021-12-28-1&utm_medium=email&est=E2YU9kDtQn8ySoDrW9EopnO23hkQYGJBo18%2Fy2WH4xkyxNne%2FzXJe%2F81Xh%2Bb&fbclid=IwAR33Bw2BuFvDcNVmNNtQYBj7UABkdHyazsawI59n6pSdf-9FVdKfdTNYEnA