She Just Can't Leave Me Out Of It

As I've mentioned plenty in the past, my daughter is very mature for 7 (soon to be 8) and talking to her is like talking to an adult.  She gets it, she's ultra aware of everything and she is very capable of making the proper assumptions and capturing the underlying emotions in people's comments.

So, when I found out my daughter went out to dinner, alone, with my mom, I knew I'd be dealing with all kinds of bullshit when I got home.

I'm So Tired

It's that time of year.  Deadline fast approaching and I'm working seven days a week, 12 or more hours a day.  Sure, the reward is good, money rolls in but I have to make pension contributions and pay taxes for the current year and my wife spends money better than anyone so the reward is really short lived.  To make matters worse, I miss out on all the fun shit my kids do each weekend.  Yeah, sometimes their activities can be boring and a total chore to attend but the athletic stuff is a blast.  I'm not one of those dads who gets into fights on the sidelines but I don't sit quietly on the sidelines, politely clapping when the kids do something good.

I enjoy myself at these things.  I help with the coaching if needed and, if it isn't needed I'm giving the kids tips and advice when the coaches aren't.  Even at 8am, it's still something I look forward to.

So, this time of year, I miss that fun and the random things that happen afterward.

Last Night I Joined "The Club"

25 years ago, a film came out that managed to hit home for kids all over the world.  That movie went on to become one of the defining films of a generation and, somehow, managed to continue to reach out and touch high school and college kids for the next two decades.  Last night, in celebration of the release of this classic, a screening was held in NYC.  In attendence were four of the five primary stars.  They were there to honor the man who created the film, and a multitude of classics before and after this film.  Kevin Smith was on hand to moderate a question and answer period after the screening and then, all those that ponied up for the VIP passes, were invited to a private party at a night club where the stars went to mingle with the guests.
The film?
The Breakfast Club.

A Great Way To Start The Day

I started physical therapy this morning.  I was expecting an agony filled hour of pain, sweating and suffering.  Instead, I had the most relaxing hour.

It doesn't hurt that the therapist is a rather cute young lady.

As The Thumb Turns

I had the stitches from the second surgery removed today and it was a total relief.  So much so that I actually watched as the blue thread was pulled from my skin, ignoring the icky visual and the stinging pain, all the while thinking "now I can enjoy the use of my left hand again."

Well, shocker, the thumb is stiff as fuck, swollen as hell and not very useable.

Reason #62 Why I Love NYC - Gratuitous Nudity.

Only in New York can you go to an art opening for a client and run into a naked, painted woman. 

Dealing With a Deaf IRS Agent

Ok, let me preface this by stating that this is not a knock on the handicapped in any way, shape or form but, rather, a knock on the hiring practices of those trying to help the handicapped find work in their preferred field.

A client of mine, an estate, has been having an issue regarding a refund.  Long story short, the IRS issued the refund in the wrong name and it was returned by the post office.  Then, when we tried to get it reissued in the right name, they said they needed proof that the executor was, in fact, the executor.  We provided court documents, letters testamentary, and figured all was right in the world.

We were wrong.