My dad just got back from his ninth annual fishing trip to Canada, and announced a very successful outing this time. Only one cold/rainy day (last year was never above 55 degrees and rained the whole time), he caught over 100 fish in three days and took home his allotment, and he finally got his "wall-hanger," a 38-inch Northern Pike.

yay! despite continuing annoyance from the smoke-and-mirrors woman, I are a good manager today. Just got word, after Much toe-to-toe with the rest of the financial people who work with SAM woman, that my minion is okayed for a non-standard (ie off-the calendar cycle) raise. Because she's taking on additional responsibility as I prepare to blow this insane, dada-esque taco stand.

Which will make it easier for her to ask for more money (and she should) when I do leave for reals.

My dad just got back from his ninth annual fishing trip to Canada

Where in Canada does your dad go fishing? My dad's been to Canada to fish about 30 times. A few times he's driven to Red Lake, Ontario and then flown to an isolated lake via float plane. I did the fly-in fishing thing with him once - it was weird (and fun) not seeing a single human being besides our group for a week.

I'll have to ask him--I know it's in Ontario, and it's an hour or so north of the border. He goes with a chartered bus group from Chicagoland. The way he's described it to me is that the bus company brings groups back and forth to this camp in Canada every week throughout the summer, and he's always booked his trip for the week of the Fourth.

He's always been into fishing (not fly, just reel), and took me down to the Kankakee River a few times when I was a kid. The fishing trip that sticks out in my head, however, was the one my mom, sister, and I took when we were in Bar Harbor, Maine, and we took a group fishing trip out into the ocean. I caught the most out of the three of us--two cod, two mackeral, some ugly black spiny thing that we tossed back, and a little shark about 18 inches long that was also tossed back (it was startling seeing the teeth when I pulled it out of the water!).

Okay, we have an official date for when the movers are coming.

Which is ten days from now. ACK.

Yikes. Although, I figure that's about how long it actually takes to pack, regardless of your lead time. Which is why I'm rolling my eyes so hard at my friend who told me she wouldn't be "allowed" (by her partner) to hang out this weekend, since she is "behind" on her packing. They aren't moving til the end of the month. How far behind could they be??

Sophia, your accountant is right in that the revenue should not be booked until the product is delivered (the class is taken), but that has nothing at all to do with when you charge the customer of collect the money.

You can charge upfront and the money goes into a balance sheet liability account (a temporary holding place), after the class is completed the money is then transfered to revenue on the income statement.

They are technically right about not classifying something as receivable until the product is delivered, but it has nothing to do with charging and collecting the money.

I'm sure that I have explained all this poorly.

Back from doctor. I wish he had a more convincing plan. But it's not like there are any competing plans. It's just that his involves ketamine.

We don't actually even have to pack ourselves. But there was a whole plan of organizing things so it's not a disaster when the movers come. And getting rid of things we don't want to move.

Is this a new doctor, ita?

Oh, and in completely other news, an interesting photo gallery of the presidential nominees (I love the last one, of Obama and his daughter Sasha in a bumper car), and a look at the fall 2008 Christian Dior couture collection, with some really gorgeous dresses.