OK, if you haven’t gotten your taxes done, it might be time to get started. I’m rather proud of the fact that I had mine done back in, like, February. Of course, mine aren’t exactly complicated, what with very little of my “wealth” being held in offshore accounts, no capital gains (nor losses) to report, and basically just my property taxes and mortgage interest to deduct. I probably could weasel out more than that, but, well, I’m not really into that sort of thing.
Remember that champion of hard-working stay-at-home moms, Mitt Romney? Turns out, while he may or may not think being a mom is hard, it appears he doesn’t think it’s very dignified.
In January, Romney touted his proposal as governor of Massachusetts to raise the amount of work required of parents on welfare so that they could “have the dignity of work.â€
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“I wanted to increase the work requirement,†said Romney in New Hampshire. “I said, for instance, that even if you have a child 2 years of age, you need to go to work. And people said, ‘Well that’s heartless.’ And I said, ‘No, no, I’m willing to spend more giving day care to allow those parents to go back to work. It’ll cost the state more providing that daycare, but I want the individuals to have the dignity of work.’â€
Today is supposed to be 88 degrees here, and sunny. Until I get out of work, at which point it’s supposed to turn to sever storms (the same system that brought tornadoes to the Midwest, I guess). I’m not looking forward to that, as Fritzi doesn’t care for the boom-booms, and if it storms overnight, there won’t be much sleep for me. Not that I slept much last night. Being out of beer, I was unable to sedate myself. This was kind depressing, though this morning I was kind of grateful. I mean, Mondays are tough enough when you’re not hung over.
The question is, do I buy beer on the way home, or do I stay dry for another night?
I think that the former Secret Service agent on MSNBC who said that the advance team was there beforehand to “get the lay of the land” just accidentally made a poor choice of words and that’s all.
:omg: :rofl2:
🙁 “They were not easy years. You have to understand, I was raised in a lovely neighborhood, as was Mitt, and at BYU, we moved into a $62-a-month basement apartment with a cement floor and lived there two years as students with no income.
“It was tiny. And I didn’t have money to carpet the floor. But you can get remnants, samples, so I glued them together, all different colors. It looked awful, but it was carpeting.
“We were happy, studying hard. Neither one of us had a job, because Mitt had enough of an investment from stock that we could sell off a little at a time.
“The stock came from Mitt’s father. When he took over American Motors, the stock was worth nothing. But he invested Mitt’s birthday money year to year — it wasn’t much, a few thousand, but he put it into American Motors because he believed in himself. Five years later, stock that had been $6 a share was $96 and Mitt cashed it so we could live and pay for education.
“Mitt and I walked to class together, shared housekeeping, had a lot of pasta and tuna fish and learned hard lessons.”
–Ann Romney
http://www.theamericanhuman.com/2012/04/my-war-on-ann-romney.html
🙁 :knit2: 🙄 :barf:
A few thousand dollars in the 60’s was a lot of money.
Gee, in the 1980’s, I lived in an $80/month basement apartment. It had carpeting, though. Of course, I wasn’t living off my father’s investments. I was working in a foundry 68 hours a week.
Back on line at last!! :yippee:
Hi ho blogerinos!!
Hey, Andy!
Hey Andy, good to see you back online.
Hi Andy!! :banana:
What Ann & Mittens seem to miss is the difference between being thrifty while you have a safety net called pops and being dirt poor without a safety net – which can make a person a little bit crazy with fear and panic – because of circumstances.
aaA! :banana: Just in time for the PA primary, lacking froth tho’ it may be.
I commend to everyone the heartrending Wiki story of one bootstrappin’ Ann ‘Davis’ Romney, who clawed her way out of a Detroit suburban ghetto to become the homemaker of the millennium and possible future FLotUS. Just think if Mitt had four more just like her.
The missing link…
Detroit suburban ghetto
My granddaughter, Nina, is 10 today. She emailed me to say she is really excited about “being double digits.”
I hereby nickname the space shuttle Discovery ‘Seamus’. It looks like it’s having fun!
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