She's a wizard!

My accountant is... amazing.

She showed up with her coffeemaker and yes, it is defective. We ran side-by-side tests and mine made lovely java within mere minutes, while her machine sat there and steamed. Literally. Clouds of steam, nothing much else.

How to describe this lady? Thrown out of the family home at 16, scrapper who endured life on the streets, analytical genius bordering on OCD, single mother, now owns her own duplex and has been running her business for several years.

Tough cookie, survivor, conjurer when it comes to dealing with government authority.

I am so grateful to have her on my side!

Bean counter

I'm waiting for my accountant.

Apparently, she's about as proficient with a telephone as I am.

I've called her twice since yesterday to try to find out what time she plans to show up, but she doesn't answer.

I wouldn't normally care, but she's the one who picked Friday morning. We have to go over my business and I need to show her how to use her coffee machine (same make and model as mine). She liked my coffee so much she bought the same machine, but had so much trouble using it that she said she came *this* close to tossing it in the garbage.

It's just a plain old one-cup Melitta espresso maker ($34.95 at HellMart).

Meanwhile, my accounting has been called "the file from hell."

The government apparently believes I have not filed an income tax return since 1986.

They also believe I owe them more money than I make in any given year.

Good luck collecting, boys.

Blatantly stolen from someone else

I was (am) distraught by the news that Owen Wilson may or may not have attempted to commit suicide last Sunday, and that he may or may not be struggling with a heroin addiction.

Surely not OWEN!

What is the world coming to?

The following incredibly vapid stream of video doesn't help, but it does give me more looks at one of the men of my dreams.

http://www.cnn.com/video/?JSONLINK=video/showbiz/2007/08/28/anderson.owen.wilson.hospitalized.cnn&DPFPR=true&pks=ijsioc080607google

(link does not appear to want to behave properly)

Nobody loves me?

Apparently not. Nobody's answering my emails.

Nobody's leaving comments.

And I still have to make dinner.

Life is unfair, some days.

Life with Buddha

It's hard being the new girlfriend of a long-distance trucker, especially when he's going to TEXAS tonight!

I am so jealous.

Ugh, an update.

Busy with a rather large document… interesting project, but I’m not allowed to talk about it.

Doesn’t that sound perfectly Pink Panther of me? ("I can't tell you, otherwise I'd have to kill you, etc.")

It is true, however, that in the translation biz, you do occasionally get information you’re not allowed to disclose.

In other news here and there at the motel, some absurdities.

The first event bothers me for its sheer pettiness. It has to do with two men, one of whom seems to think he has a monopoly on my time. So he peeled out of here a couple of nights ago in a snooty fit.

Mind you, the second event is not much better. It has to do with cats and horseshoes.

Nah. On second thought, I won’t even bother writing it down.

Maybe tomorrow.