Friday five

Friday, July 15th, 2016

1. Pokemon Glow

We have talked about my white legs plight before. I still use the St. Tropez self tanner but have become less and less motivated to do so. I don’t want to be mistaken for a Vanillite, so I use Vita Liberata Body Blur. It contains no self tanner (so it doesn’t smell), is waterproof and lasts for 24 hours. Some would probably categorize it as body makeup, but I like to think of it as glowtion.


2. Listen Up

I love to read, but I’m not a casual reader. I can’t start a book and read one chapter a night. If I love it, I finish it in two days (and two sleep deprived nights). I have stacks and stacks of unfinished books. If they don’t suck me in by chapter five, they end up in my bedside book purgatory. I have every intention of finishing them when I have “more time.”

I took a solo road trip in the spring to meet some friends at the beach. I downloaded Audible to fill the time between my car-aoke sets, and I fell in love.

I listen to books during my work commute or while waiting for baseball practice to end. Sometimes I give my Billie Holiday Pandora station a break and listen via bluetooth speaker when I am cooking or doing laundry. If you love books but don’t have time to read them, give it a try. Start with The Nightingale. Or you can just read the hardcopy in two days. It is fantastic.


The only downside is that I have missed a couple of exits and turns while driving. But it is still safer than my car-eograpy routines.

3. PerfECTO

I thought I saw a ghost on the juice box aisle at Kroger last week. There in all its neon green glory sat a pack of Hi-C Ecto Coolers. I was embarrassingly excited as I put them in the buggy “for the boys.” Y’all. One sip and I was instantly transported to the 1980s. The high-fructose juice concentrate was all I’d remembered and more. I was forced to share, but it is for the best. I don’t want to end up looking like the Stay Puft Marshmallow man. I’m already that white.


4. Winner Winner

Congratulations to Robin Byrne! You won the make up gift.


Thank you for all the kind words on my last post and for giving me another chance. It won’t be easy, but I think we can get through this. Just know that I will likely let you down again. Like only having four things for Five on Friday. Baby steps.

Check out all the FIVE on Friday posts over at A. Liz Adventures. Have a great weekend!


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…



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.


Or maybe this one.


With a lovely grass lined pool.



(Look how happy the boys are.)

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



From seedlings I grew in my greenhouse.


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…


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.


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.


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.



(Look how happy I am.)


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.



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.



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…


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.



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.


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).

(car is shown actual size)

(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.


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!?


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.

It was nerve-racking and scary and loud…


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.





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.


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



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









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




That night we had dinner at Piatti in La Jolla.


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


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.







Dr. Seuss lived in La Jolla. The boys spotted lots of his plants.


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











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.



Too hot in the hot tub

Too hot in the hot tub

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






Graham, Wells and Whales

Graham, Wells and Whales



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







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.


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.