Comments (1) Liberty Tax struck my funny bone again today when I was on my way to pickup Noah at his daycare. A location on the North side of town had five people dressed as the Statue of Liberty swaying and jumping outside. The only thing that would have made it better would have been them busting into choreography.
It is time for preparing to file that tax paperwork again! People standing outside in freezing temperatures and wearing Statue of Liberty costumes signifies this. They wave to people passing by to entice them to use Liberty Tax Service to prepare their taxes.
Some of them are quite mechanical looking: slowly moving one hand back and forth and rotating their bodies as if they are lawn sprinklers. Others are quite enthusiastic about their job: jumping sporadically to make sure they catch the eye of everyone that passes by. Usually, I’ll chuckle at all of them, but the over animated ones will get me to laugh out loud.
None of them, unfortunately, will get me to use their service. It doesn’t work for the people advertising “Hot ‘n’ Ready Pizza for $6″ either.
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These days it seems that I want to leave no page unturned. I have been aware of some changes that I wanted to make, but I didn’t anticipate everything. So, let’s start at the beginning, shall we?
After ten years of being a full-time employee at Company A, I’m moving to part-time hours to start a new full-time position at Company B. Company A will remain as close to full-time as I can stand between 9am and 3pm on most days, and Company B will be second shift. These hours are ambitious, but I hope to hold on tightly as long as I can. I’d like to see our bankroll build up a bit so we can relax when it is time to do so. Besides, I don’t have much more hair to lose.
After six years of being a student, father and spouse, I can knock something off my list! While being a father and a spouse won’t be changing, this week is the last week of being a student for a while. I’m considering going on to earn a Bachelors degree, but have made no formal plans. I am very burned out from school at the moment, so a break from it is needed. I am excited to finally get this done. This was not easy for me to do given my conditions and a tendency to procrastinate. More changes are coming in this area; stay tuned for details.
After eight years, this blog/journal has changed names from “The Bald Person’s Journal” to simply my name. Right now, I think this may change again, but I haven’t discovered what the name needs to be. I felt the time for previous name had long gone. However, I am still bald, I am a person and this is my journal. So, technically, the name still applies.
Lastly, after eight years of driving a VW New Beetle, and only three years in the latest one, it is time to move on to something different. I’m considering a Smart Fortwo. I really think the New Beetle is too big. ;)
Today was a long workday. Unfortunately, my school schedule causes me to miss hours at work that I have to make up during off hours. There is plenty to do, so it’s not a problem to fill in the time. I would like to be able to go home and crash. However, I still have projects to gather for a class presentation tomorrow afternoon. OK. 3—2—1…GO!
Last weekend, Marj had training to do for her job. I planned to spend the day in Kokomo visiting family with Noah. One of the few people I had planned to visit was my Aunt Donna, whose house is located immediately west of the house where I grew up. This visit was fueled by a sense of urgency based on a phone call I received from my Aunt Rose just before Christmas. Aunt Donna’s health was dwindling, and she had been in and out of the hospital for several months before Christmas. Aunt Rose told me to be sure to stop and see her as soon as I possibly could. Unfortunately, I did not act fast enough.
I am contented that I had made sure to see Aunt Donna a few times since my grandmother’s passing, and I am thrilled that she was able to meet and hold Noah in her arms. It was fantastic to see her enjoy having him around, but I wish I had been able to make that last planned visit. This reminds me of what I told my sister, Sue, as we were walking out of the hospital room after visiting our mother without knowing it would be the last time: “It’s never long enough. No matter how much time you spend.”
The following was copied from the Kokomo Tribune’s website:
Donna J. Glendenning
Feb. 7, 1935-Feb. 14, 2007
Donna J. Glendenning, 72, devoted wife, mother, grandmother and friend, passed away at 9:38 p.m. Wednesday, Feb. 14, 2007, in St. Joseph Hospital, Kokomo. She was born Feb. 7, 1935, to Robert and Mary (Cocklin) Johnson in Kokomo. She married Robert Glendenning on April 8, 1954, and he survives.
With Donna, you always knew where you stood, and she always gave her all in everything she did. She was close to all of her cousins, aunts and uncles growing up, and worked for B&H Packing Co. for 24 years and also managed the bingo hall at the VFW. She always opened her home to her children’s friends and loved gambling and arranging junkets to Las Vegas. She loved her garden and liked to play cards, dice and bingo. She was a lifetime member of the Local VFW 1152 and was a member of the American Legion Post #415 in Galveston.
She is survived by her husband of 52 years, Robert Glendenning, Kokomo; a son, Robert Glendenning, Costa Mesa, Calif.; three grandchildren, Kyle Mercer and his life partner, Dannette Reno, Portage, Ross Mercer, Chili, and Amy Jo Brown and her husband, Jim, Elwood; three siblings, Ben Johnson and his wife, Jean, Kokomo, Dennis Johnson, Rossville, and Rosalee Johnson, Indianapolis; five great-grandchildren, Jesse and Liberty Brown, Leigha, Mykelah and Billy Bell Mercer; as well as several nieces and nephews.
She was preceded in death by her parents, two sisters, one brother, one daughter and one grandchild.
Funeral services are 1 p.m. Wednesday at Sunset Memory Garden Funeral Home, with the Rev. John Neuman officiating. Burial will be in Sunset Memory Garden Cemetery. Visitation is from 4 to 8 p.m. Tuesday at the funeral home. Online condolences can be sent to www.mem.com.
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