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Bookkeeper, tax preparer, cat lady, blogger, organizer, mystery writer.

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I've finally decided that I am a writer - all the other things I do just pay the bills. Someone eloquent once said that if you do what you love, the money will follow. Well, let's just see about that.

RIP Aggie

RIP Aggie
Aggie was my fifteen-year-old cairn terrier - or maybe I should say I was her 55-year-old person! She was my faithful companion, spoiled rotten and I am still trying to figure out what to do without her.

Peter the Cat...

Peter the Cat...
This is Peter the gingersnap tabby! He's seven years old and has just been promoted to Peter the Very, Very Good. He is working his way up to Peter the Great...

Bee - the Cat Who Came From Somewhere Else...

Bee - the Cat Who Came From Somewhere Else...
Bee is Peter's buddy. He's eight years old and has made himself right at home. I guess cats really do come in pairs or sets of three!

And Jasper makes three!

And Jasper makes three!
Jasper is our new guy - the Cat From Another Place. He's four years old and we think he likes it here - so far, so good!

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Friday, January 28, 2011

Battle Hymn of the Tax Tiger...

This logo is from a business in California - I wonder if they're Chinese?
WARNING: Another politically incorrect post.
I've been reading all about the newest scourge of the liberal media: the Tiger Mother who dares to discipline her children and demand excellence.  How dare she!  I mean, what is she thinking - raising independent, responsible children in a society where it's not considered politically correct to take responsibility for one's own behavior and accept the consequences.  Of course, what do I know?  I'm reminded every so often why God, in His infinite wisdom, did not give me children.  I don't have any patience and I prefer children who are seen and not heard.  Gasp - I would have been a Tiger Mother of the WASP variety!  Just yesterday, a client came to see me and brought along her eighteen-month-old child.  Not a problem - until she let him take books off the hallway shelf, relieve them of their covers and proceed to tear at the pages.  The word NO never came out of her mouth and probably never even occurred to her - she tried instead, unsuccessfully, to reason with the child and finally got him to relinquish the books.  Another reminder of why I am childless - I have no qualms whatsoever about bruising a child's pysche, ego, self-esteem or butt.  Whenever my sister and I went anywhere at all with my parents, we sat still and did not speak until we were spoken to.  The more I thought about the whole issue of child-rearing, I realized that we were raised by Tiger Parents.  Anything less than straight As was met with varying degrees of disappointment and an admonition to do better.  If I had a nickel for every time I heard, "This isn't your best work."  We didn't do sleepovers, we participated in very few - if any- extracurricular activities, limited television time and yes, we had chores at home.  I learned to play a musical instrument and entertain myself.  I learned to read at any early age and I have to admit that all of these things made me a better student and, I hope, a more responsible person.  Not that I haven't made my fair share of bad choices and mistakes on my own - but I started out with a solid foundation.  Personally, I think Tiger Mother could make a killing giving parenting seminars.  I know more than a few parents I'd like to sign up!

2 comments:

  1. I saw the "Tiger Mother" on the Colbert Report last night and can really get on board some of the things she said or rather I already am on board. I kind of hold back at getting pissed off at an A- though.

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  2. You are so honest, I love that about you. I've never desired kids myself and have no regrets.

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