Another chance

Tuesday, June 28th, 2016

People change. Drift apart. I don’t know what happened, but I can’t deny that things are different. I feel so empty. And alone.

Everything seemed fine, then one day I woke up and realized I was just going through the motions.

No love. No joy.

I would like to think we can work things out. I am willing to try, but things are so one-sided. We “took a break” and are further apart than ever before.

But it is hard to walk away. I don’t want to lose you. We have been together for six years.

Six years.

Please know it is not you. It is me.

And it is also my kids. I know, I know. It is wrong to bring the children into this, but they have really come between us. I have less time now than when they were infants. I blame organized sports. And laundry.

It is extremely hard for me to admit, but there is also someone else. Instagram (aka Becky with the good hair) is just so easy. So fast. I’ve tried to quit, but I just keep going back for more. And I was recently introduced to Snapchat. She is playing hard to get, but I am thrilled by the lack of commitment. And the filters. I am stuck in the middle of a love triangle. I feel so dirty.

Can you celebrate an anniversary if you’re not sure you are even still together?

Of course you can. Especially if there are gifts. Like this Lulie Wallace notecard set and pair of Anthro earrings…

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Flowers and jewelry? No, I don’t think you are stupid. I know gifts don’t solve problems but they definitely don’t hurt. For a chance to win, leave a comment below. Just tell me everything is going to be okay. I love the way you lie.

A winner will be randomly selected next week. Who am I kidding? There are no winners in a situation like this.

I am not going to act like everything is okay. Or like I can fix this is one day. It will take time and effort. And I have very little of either. But I do miss you. And I want things to be like they were before.

Don’t give up on me…

Things I would rather do than taxes

Friday, April 15th, 2016

I would like to do the following things instead of my taxes:

Build a white farmhouse.

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Or maybe this one.

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With a lovely grass lined pool.

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(Look how happy the boys are.)

I would also plant a lovely garden on the grounds of said farmhouse.

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From seedlings I grew in my greenhouse.

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And I would wear a big, floppy hat and start a CSA with my harvested items. And have chickens. And bees. And a pet rabbit.

Speaking of rabbits, my sister says this one looks like me…

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I am not offended. That is a cute rabbit.

Rabbits don’t pay taxes.

I would like to KonMari my closet. Pull every item out. Touch it. See if it brings me joy. You know what doesn’t bring me joy? Taxes.

And also organize my pantry while I am at it. When I am done, it will be filled with bottles of sparkling water and glass containers that contain ingredients not commonly used for cooking.

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I would be so organized. And could easily locate the 1099-DIV I am currently missing.

I would help other people have farmhouses just as cool as mine. And I would have an HGTV show.

Basically be Joanna Gaines.

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Yes. I would like to be Joanna Gaines instead of doing my taxes. I will hang random objects on walls and they will look fabulous. Pecky Cypress will be my shiplap.

But I am not an interior designer.

I am a CPA. And CPAs are supposed to do taxes. It is expected.

I would also build a beach cottage. Right on the beach. Not a huge mansion. Just a cute little surf shack.

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(Look how happy I am.)

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And I would take lots of outdoor showers. And read books. Maybe even write a book.

But not a book about taxes.

I would like to stay at fancy hotels and drink champagne and take photos of my outfits and get paid for it. Yes. Instead of paying taxes, I want to be a fashion blogger. How can we make this happen? I have a blog and duh, fashion. Maybe you can make some calls.

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And I could deduct the cost of clothes and shoes as a business expense.

I would like to buy an old airstream, remodel it and take it on a cross country road trip.

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Except I don’t know how to do that. The remodel part. Or the haul a trailer part.

Now that I think of it, I don’t know how to tend bees. Or chickens for that matter.

You know what else I don’t know how to do? Taxes.

But there is one thing I am clearly good at…

PROCRASTINATING.

Good thing I have until Monday to file. 

#tbt The Californians

Thursday, March 31st, 2016

In July, we rode SK’s coattails all the way to Cali. He had to go for work, but the rest of us just wanted to escape Mississippi heat and rain.

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When we landed in San Diego, I thought we’d accidentally gotten on the wrong plane. It was dreary and rainy and did not look like the San Diego I remembered. By the time we left the airport, it was pouring. We didn’t have an umbrella because, hello, California. We waited for it to slack off, but it never did.

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We made a run for the rental car bus terminal, but didn’t realize the road we were crossing had at least a foot of standing water at the opposite edge. SK’s shoes got soaked and both boys pulled their suitcases through the tiny river. (I was last in line and picked mine up before crossing.) When we finally got to our rental car, we were all drenched. In keeping with our customs, the car was not big enough to accommodate our luggage (or full size people).

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(car is shown actual size)

After a full day of travel, SK wasn’t fired up about switching vehicles and decided we could just move our stuff to the car parked next to us. You have likely rented a car before and know that is not how it works. When we finally left the rental lot, it was flooded. You think I am kidding.

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I’m not. Hurricane Delores decided to drop record rainfall on the area.

When we got on the 5 to head to La Jolla, I realized quickly that I was in an episode of The Californians.

SK!? The five at this time of day!? It's going to be jammed! Are you crazy!?

SK!? The five at this time of day!? It’s going to be jammed! Are you crazy!?

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The rain was not letting up. Exits were closed due to roads being washed out. The road to our hotel was also closed. The GPS lady was not aware of the inclement weather and instructed us to make a legal U turn no less than 1000 times.

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It was nerve-racking and scary and loud…

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For most of us.

When we got to the hotel, we realized the water had seeped through the boys’ suitcases and most of their clothes were soaked. I don’t know about you, but I love to lock myself in a bathroom with a pile of wet clothes and a hairdryer. Thanks a lot, Delores.

Later that evening, it cleared up, and we went to a Padres game.

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Madre's Padres

Madre’s Padres

The Padres’ shortstop caught a fly ball third out in the seventh inning, and tossed Graham the ball as he ran back to the dugout.

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The next day we went to Legoland. Wells and I had been before, so we thought we were cooler than SK and G.

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As cool as one can feel while visiting Legoland dressed like a minion.

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It was humid and hot and felt like home. We had a fantastic time but it was cut short by an afternoon torrential downpour.

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#liketkit

#liketkit

That night we had dinner at Piatti in La Jolla.

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On the way inside, I noticed umbrellas in the corner.

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Yep, that’s a beach umbrella. Because why would anyone need a regular umbrella in San Diego?

So. Many. Minions.

So. Many. Minions.

The next day, I took the boys to visit the beach and Sea Lions.
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Dr. Seuss lived in La Jolla. The boys spotted lots of his plants.

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Later that afternoon, we met SK for some guacamole and a little more beach time.

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SK had a work dinner, so the rest of us hung out at the pool and ordered room service. He felt guilty for leaving us. We felt guilty for not having to go to a work dinner.

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Too hot in the hot tub

Too hot in the hot tub

The following day, the boys and I went to SeaWorld.

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Graham, Wells and Whales

Graham, Wells and Whales

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We left in time to catch the sunset at the beach.

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It was a great trip that went by too quickly. San Diego and La Jolla are absolutely beautiful, and we love it there. Rain or shine.

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It is a little late, but our sincerest apologies to the business travelers in row ten. Yep. That is Graham’s “I finally wore her down on the Coke” face.

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friday four

Friday, March 4th, 2016

1. The Most Important (Oat)meal of the Day

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For several years, I didn’t eat breakfast. I was convinced that when I ate breakfast it made me hungry. Like starving by 10 am, eating anything I could get my hands on, hungry. Plus, I love cereal and cannot stop at one bowl. While this would not be a problem with Special K, piles of Fruity Pebbles aren’t exactly healthy. About a year ago (I think. But I also think I was 25 “about a year ago.”), I decided that I needed to eat breakfast again. Now I eat OatFit oatmeal every day. It has 100 calories per pack and is so good (even better if you add walnuts or pecans). I honestly look forward to making a mug of it when I get to work.

So sad. I need hobbies.

2. Octopi-jamas

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Let me rephrase. I need hobbies other than going to Target. What is it about that place? Walking around Target alone for one hour puts me in a euphoric trance. The number of red buggy/Starbucks posts on Instagram proves I am not alone. (And also makes me hate myself.) I always end up buying something utterly ridiculous like these Nite Nite Munki Munki pajamas. I mean, these are clearly from the junior department, but I couldn’t resist (I did resist tucking them in as seen above). They are so soft and comfortable and covered in octopuses. And I was 25 about a year ago, so I get a junior department pass.

Whatever. I know better than to squid myself.

3. Night Reader, Night reader… We Know How To Do It

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I have a sizable stack of unfinished books. I’ve read a significant amount of each one, but lost interest along the way. Every now and then, I begin a book and cannot put it down. I read “Me Before You” in two days. (Two nights actually. Not recommended. I almost fell asleep at work.) It isn’t the most light hearted book, but a definite must read in my opinion. I just started the sequel “Me After You,” so if you see me asleep in public, don’t wake me.

Unless I am still wearing those ridiculous pajamas.

4. It Just Adds Up

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The fourth grade service project is a St. Jude Math-A-Thon. All the money raised goes directly to St. Jude, AND Wells has to do math. If you would like to donate, please click on this link.

It is a good cause and will hopefully cause good math grades.

I hope you have a wonderful weekend!