Is Taxing Your Dreams Next?

It's tax season again and time to make sure you are prepared to create your return and get the most refund you can. Once of the “must haves” to help for tax preparation is a software package called “Rodent-Test”. It helps you evaluate the volume and taste of ants in your house. There is even an airplane circling the globe that you can link-up with and that will give you immediate readings that you can enter on your tax forms based on the sample data you provide. You can get this at your local WalMart store and comes with a rebate of $0.05.

messed up

Well, Dad's dreams are officially messing me up!I was up all night because I had a dream that I was in Mario world and I was trying to rescue Dad off of a small little brick that he was standing on while holding a killer mushroom. I don't think I ever saved him. Sorry, Pops. I still love you! Sarah

Mini-Dreams

Not much to report on the dream-scene. Rather than a full-feature viewing, maybe these were previews or trailers of things to come. Trailer (1) - Steven kept asking why an old-time steam locomotive kept going up and down our street; and Trailer (2) I was following a small stake truck down the highway and the driver decided he was going too slow so to lighten his load he got out (while continuing down the road?) and hack-sawed the truck in half. But due to my excellent driving skills I was able to avoid hitting the detached part as it flew by.

January 12 - Two Act Dream

Act I

There is a reason I have never watched “Snakes on a plane” before. It just doesn’t sound right to call it entertainment when you are menaced by snakes and you can’t get away from them. Let me tell you it is even worse in real (dream-land) life. We were on our way to a motorcycle competition, presumably to Hawaii where Elaine’s good friend Nancy lives. However, when we got there, there was a blinding blizzard and we were met by a woman name “June” – so who knows where we ended up. Anyway, while on the plane I got bit by a giant snake – huge fangs – on the inner top of my thigh. It was not poisonous nor did it hurt, it was just annoying. We must have been traveling in December (blinding storm?) because it was my birthday and when we arrived at June’s house my present - a sawhorse – was left out in the blizzard. The poor thing was cold and covered in snow so I tired to pull it under the eves of the house for some protection.

The next day I was off to the motorcycle rally and competition. It was not at a large event center but rather at the cultural hall in the church. It was pretty crowded with all the participants and the spectators were circled around the edges sitting on folding chairs – sort of like the old youth dances. It wasn’t very exciting because the goal was to ride around the “course” with washcloths and towels stacked on each cycle’s gas tank until all had fallen off. The one with at least one remaining was the winner.

I wasn’t able to stay for the whole exciting competition because my snake bite had started to fester. You could see it start to “bubble up” through the two holes in my Levis left by the fangs. I went out to the car which looked a lot like my old 1984 Lincoln and started for June’s house. It wasn’t running very good and kept stalling. In order to get it re-started, I had to plug a toaster in to the cigarette lighter and push the handle down each time.

I finally got to June’s house and decided to take a shower. Of course there were no towels because they were all at the motorcycle event.

Act II

We decided to host a technician’s rally with the local car repair shop and recruit young mechanics to see who could fix the Lincoln the fastest and the best. We went over to the Village Inn and told businesses to come by and give us stuff as prizes for the winning fix to the car problem. We got some gift cards, jewelry, calendars, posters, pots and pans, and a menu. I am not sure if we were ever able to pull it off because it was also to be at the church and you know how scheduling conflicts go.

Pops

Obligatory Post

Since Sarah sent out that hateful email that we need to post here, I am. I suppose a few things have happened recently that are worth mentioning.

I'll be graduating in May. That makes this my final semester of my undergraduate career. I'm taking a marketing management that is a marketing capstone course. Basically the whole term is forming a marketing plan for a company. We do the whole thing, the advertising, the budgeting, the research, the testing, all of it. I'm pretty excited for that. I'm also taking a capstone management course. We do an online game where we're in charge of a company and we have to make all the decisions. We decide everything from pricing to where to manufacture to how much to train our employees to how involved in the community we are. I'm also in an economics course called decision modeling. It's basically using Excel to build spreadsheets to make models of stuff. I'm pretty good at that stuff, so that's why I signed up for it. I didn't know it when I signed up, but apparently it's one of the toughest classes offered through the business school. The teacher said we'd have two or three assignments a week and that they should take us about three hours each. Yeehaw. Oh well, I'm ready to rock. I'm also in a finance class that deals with financial institutions and markets. It's very interesting and looks to be very useful. Plus the teacher is the best teacher I've ever had. My last class is a market research class. Looks fun and interesting.
So all in all, this will be a very difficult semester but a good one.

As you guys know, I didn't get married. That has been more difficult than I could ever have imagined. I was not prepared to deal with the depression that has brought. I've wondered many times if Miranda and I will ever be able to be happy again. Things are getting better though, we're on the way out of that funk. We still haven't set a new date, and we probably won't for a while. Frankly, I don't know when it will be.

So that's what's up with me.

Bubba

Go Cowboys!!!

why we must get your dad to blog about his dreams

Me: good morning brent, how did you sleep?
dad: i'm kind of tired.
Me: okay, what happened in the night?
dad: let's just say that if you want to ride the white cow in the church swimming pool you have to spray it with WD-40 first.