As I was flipping through the newspaper the other morning, I noticed a headline that would catch any accountants' eye regardless of whether we are in the practice of audit or tax. It read: "Sex changes as a tax break."
Hmm.
Interesting.
The world of accounting gets more exciting every day.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Perplexed
Seen today on a sign today at the post office:
It is illegal to mail ammunition, gunpowder, firecrackers, and nail polish remover.
Wait.
What?
Nail polish remover?!
I guess I don't get how that fits into the list of hazardous items. And really? Who sends nail polish remover anyway? Isn't it like $1 at Target?I guess there goes any idea I ever had of sending huge presents of nail polish remover to anyone. Because I would LOVE to have that as a gift. Giant, giant boxes of it.
So seriously, I get the liquid thing but why just distinguish nail polish remover and not like rubbing alcohol or something of the sort? Literally all they had on the sign was what was listed above.
Maybe I will think about it. Maybe I just don't know how threatening nail polish remover can really be.
It is illegal to mail ammunition, gunpowder, firecrackers, and nail polish remover.
Wait.
What?
Nail polish remover?!
I guess I don't get how that fits into the list of hazardous items. And really? Who sends nail polish remover anyway? Isn't it like $1 at Target?I guess there goes any idea I ever had of sending huge presents of nail polish remover to anyone. Because I would LOVE to have that as a gift. Giant, giant boxes of it.
So seriously, I get the liquid thing but why just distinguish nail polish remover and not like rubbing alcohol or something of the sort? Literally all they had on the sign was what was listed above.
Maybe I will think about it. Maybe I just don't know how threatening nail polish remover can really be.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Weekend recap
I love those weekends that seem to drag on forever even though they are just as short as all of the rest of them. This weekend was one of THOSE weekends. The weekends where on Monday you wake up feeling somewhat ready to go back to work instead of wanting to throw the alarm clock against the wall. And if there is seriously someone out there that doesn’t ever wake up on a Monday morning with the thought of “Oh man, I just don’t want to go to work,” then I want to meet you. Because I like my job a lot. But sometimes I just want it to be Saturday every day. Especially on Monday mornings at 5:30am. But today, I felt somewhat ready to go back to work, to start a new week. We had one of those weekends. The vacation weekends. The weekend that didn’t seem to be gone in two seconds. And by the way, does anyone have an explanation for this? I swear, I have no idea why some weekends seem to fly by and some don't. There is no consistency.
Friday I left work early and we headed to Madison beach park on Lake Washington. It’s on the west side of the lake (we live on the east) but it’s fun because it has a whole view of the east side and it has diving boards smack dab in the middle of the lake that you have to swim to and then dive from. It’s also a crowd full of diverse young people. I have to say I am somewhat of an Arizona wimp still and the water was a bit chilly for me by the time we got out there Friday, so I just basked in the sun and people watched. It was priceless. I could have lived without seeing as what I will refer to as the thong girl. To give more details would just be inappropriate.
After we left Madison beach around 7, we took a tour of Seattle… through the Capitol Hill District, to Broadway, through downtown, to the Queen Anne District, along the water front and then over the bridge to west Seattle where we stopped at Alki beach, one of our favorite places that we visited a few months ago. It is in west Seattle and the beach is the Puget sound, which is an inlet of the ocean. So from there you can see the mountains to the west, Seattle to the east and the ocean stretched out everywhere in between. It is breathtaking. When we got there on Friday night, it was still absolutely gorgeous out so we watched the sunset there (which, by the way, the sun doesn’t set here until like 9:30pm in the summer!) and then ate at the cutest little restaurant, Bamboo something. It was outstanding. Words don’t do it justice. We had the best time.
Saturday we got up, made a breakfast of champions (that would be eggs-chock full of protein), played with the kittens and then meandered our way to the river, which is east of where we live. We wanted to go back to Madison but the bridge across the lake was closed this weekend effective Friday at 11pm which kind of hampered our plans. (Btw, road closures on weekends? One of my biggest pet peeves. And one Phoenix was notorious for). We had heard about this river place so we decided to give it a try and it was amazing. We were told about a hike that leads down to a sandy beach part of the river so we hiked it and we camped on the sand and swam in the river all day. We were literally the only people there all freaking day and the river was absolutely crystal clear. We reluctantly had to leave in the early evening to make it to a friends house by 9 but not before stopping to eat yummy Thai food. The rest of the night was spent was friends and where can you go wrong with that?
Yesterday we got up and did tons and tons of house chores-including laundry, washing cars, all of the boring adult stuff- before finally deciding that it was still so hot out and making the decision to go lay by the water… again. We went to a beach just about 7 miles up the road from where we live and laid by the water and studied for a couple of hours. Then we came home, made dinner together (a la chicken pasta stuff and a huge, green salad), and just relaxed for the rest of the evening.
I could not have asked for a better weekend. Seattle is outstanding in the summer. I am a little scared for October to hit (and the rain to commence) but that’s why I have friends in Phoenix! And anyone who wants to get out of the heat down there now, the invite is always open. Now, I am just back at work, counting down the minutes until next weekend… After this weekend, I am thinking I might have been a beach bum in another life. I absolutely love sandy, warm days lying in the water or around the water and playing by the water more than anything.
Friday I left work early and we headed to Madison beach park on Lake Washington. It’s on the west side of the lake (we live on the east) but it’s fun because it has a whole view of the east side and it has diving boards smack dab in the middle of the lake that you have to swim to and then dive from. It’s also a crowd full of diverse young people. I have to say I am somewhat of an Arizona wimp still and the water was a bit chilly for me by the time we got out there Friday, so I just basked in the sun and people watched. It was priceless. I could have lived without seeing as what I will refer to as the thong girl. To give more details would just be inappropriate.
After we left Madison beach around 7, we took a tour of Seattle… through the Capitol Hill District, to Broadway, through downtown, to the Queen Anne District, along the water front and then over the bridge to west Seattle where we stopped at Alki beach, one of our favorite places that we visited a few months ago. It is in west Seattle and the beach is the Puget sound, which is an inlet of the ocean. So from there you can see the mountains to the west, Seattle to the east and the ocean stretched out everywhere in between. It is breathtaking. When we got there on Friday night, it was still absolutely gorgeous out so we watched the sunset there (which, by the way, the sun doesn’t set here until like 9:30pm in the summer!) and then ate at the cutest little restaurant, Bamboo something. It was outstanding. Words don’t do it justice. We had the best time.
Saturday we got up, made a breakfast of champions (that would be eggs-chock full of protein), played with the kittens and then meandered our way to the river, which is east of where we live. We wanted to go back to Madison but the bridge across the lake was closed this weekend effective Friday at 11pm which kind of hampered our plans. (Btw, road closures on weekends? One of my biggest pet peeves. And one Phoenix was notorious for). We had heard about this river place so we decided to give it a try and it was amazing. We were told about a hike that leads down to a sandy beach part of the river so we hiked it and we camped on the sand and swam in the river all day. We were literally the only people there all freaking day and the river was absolutely crystal clear. We reluctantly had to leave in the early evening to make it to a friends house by 9 but not before stopping to eat yummy Thai food. The rest of the night was spent was friends and where can you go wrong with that?
Yesterday we got up and did tons and tons of house chores-including laundry, washing cars, all of the boring adult stuff- before finally deciding that it was still so hot out and making the decision to go lay by the water… again. We went to a beach just about 7 miles up the road from where we live and laid by the water and studied for a couple of hours. Then we came home, made dinner together (a la chicken pasta stuff and a huge, green salad), and just relaxed for the rest of the evening.
I could not have asked for a better weekend. Seattle is outstanding in the summer. I am a little scared for October to hit (and the rain to commence) but that’s why I have friends in Phoenix! And anyone who wants to get out of the heat down there now, the invite is always open. Now, I am just back at work, counting down the minutes until next weekend… After this weekend, I am thinking I might have been a beach bum in another life. I absolutely love sandy, warm days lying in the water or around the water and playing by the water more than anything.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
An excessive heat warning...
In Seattle?
Today it was 95, tomorrow high of 94.
Yay for it feeling like Phoenix! Minus the fact that in Phoenx right now it's 120.
Today it was 95, tomorrow high of 94.
Yay for it feeling like Phoenix! Minus the fact that in Phoenx right now it's 120.
Friday, July 6, 2007
Kansas vs. Missouri
Over the past month since I’ve been in Washington (and even when I was in Phoenix), people always ask me where I am from. I tell them Kansas City and they then ask, “Oh, well aren’t there two of those? Are you from Kansas or Missouri?” So we have this whole conversation about the confusion of the fact that there certainly are two Kansas Cities but I am from the MISSOURI side.
But it never fails, there is not a single person who asks me when I am going back to Kansas or what it was like growing up in Kansas or is there any civilization in Kansas where you grew up?
Maybe if I were actually from KANSAS I could say that I grew up in the middle of a hayfield, wearing overalls, chewing straw, and tipping cows. IF I was from Kansas.
Hello!? We talked for freaking hours about how I am from Missouri. I do not get why that is so hard to comprehend for every.single.person. I meet but it really baffles me. Next time I talk to someone that grew up here in Washington, I am going to make a point of later asking what it was like growing up in Oregon.
Ok, that’s stupid.
Whatever, it still annoys me. And to correct anyone that says Kansas instead of Missouri would go back to the whole “aren’t there two Kansas Cities” conversation which would still lead to them STILL thinking I’m from Kansas. So I just let them say Kansas and secretly wonder why the hell they don’t get it. I don’t know why there is this weird issue with Missouri/Kansas people. I can’t really say that one is better than the other. It’s all the Midwest. I mean, really, does it matter? To most people the Midwest is all one big blob. Kansas, Missouri, Iowa, Wisconsin... it's all the same. But even friends that I have that grew up in Kansas are absolutely adamant that they are from KANSAS. Maybe this whole Kansas/Missouri thing is some weird Midwest trait… although I’ve never noticed it in any Iowa or Nebraska people I’ve known. But maybe it's like how Wisconsin people call ATM machines "time machines." Hmm… well, it is what it is. And that means that I am from Missouri. Not freaking Kansas.
But it never fails, there is not a single person who asks me when I am going back to Kansas or what it was like growing up in Kansas or is there any civilization in Kansas where you grew up?
Maybe if I were actually from KANSAS I could say that I grew up in the middle of a hayfield, wearing overalls, chewing straw, and tipping cows. IF I was from Kansas.
Hello!? We talked for freaking hours about how I am from Missouri. I do not get why that is so hard to comprehend for every.single.person. I meet but it really baffles me. Next time I talk to someone that grew up here in Washington, I am going to make a point of later asking what it was like growing up in Oregon.
Ok, that’s stupid.
Whatever, it still annoys me. And to correct anyone that says Kansas instead of Missouri would go back to the whole “aren’t there two Kansas Cities” conversation which would still lead to them STILL thinking I’m from Kansas. So I just let them say Kansas and secretly wonder why the hell they don’t get it. I don’t know why there is this weird issue with Missouri/Kansas people. I can’t really say that one is better than the other. It’s all the Midwest. I mean, really, does it matter? To most people the Midwest is all one big blob. Kansas, Missouri, Iowa, Wisconsin... it's all the same. But even friends that I have that grew up in Kansas are absolutely adamant that they are from KANSAS. Maybe this whole Kansas/Missouri thing is some weird Midwest trait… although I’ve never noticed it in any Iowa or Nebraska people I’ve known. But maybe it's like how Wisconsin people call ATM machines "time machines." Hmm… well, it is what it is. And that means that I am from Missouri. Not freaking Kansas.
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
The Hair Memo
So here’s the deal on the hair: as noted in previous posts, before I left Phoenix, I went in to get my pretty brown color touched up and we.went.black. BLACK. Unintentionally, not to my knowledge BLACK. Maybe this word when talking about hair is not alarming to everyone but as someone who is naturally blonde and has always been blonde, just the thought of black hair kind of tripped me out. I never did the blacked out gig in high school so looking in the mirror after getting all of my poor hairs turned to black, I was nothing SHORT of alarmed. This may sound vain-in the same note as the missing eyelash post- but I walked around as someone who looked a little goth freakish for several weeks so I think that vanity in this case is excusable.
I always knew my hair lady in Phoenix was a little crazy. I can’t really seem to explain why other than she always talked about herself and her ailments, and referred to everyone I talked to as astrological signs. “Oh, how’s that Scorpio doing?” She only drives a radius of 2 miles and won’t go farther- even if its by boat, plane, bicycle, whatever. And the biggest flaw in her is that she blamed ME for my hair turning black because I didn't tell her it was going to be "that time of the month" soon... like a week AFTER I had my hair done. In that case, isn't it kind of always going to be that time of the month soon for women? It was insane. And this whole situation is comical in the fact that she always makes herself out to be a perfectionist (and tells all of her clients this about 500 times per visit). Anyway, she always HAD done a decent job on my hair and was reasonably priced. So I stuck with her. Hair people are excruciatingly hard to find. If girls were to develop 10 facts of life that never change, this would make the list. That being said, the effort it would’ve taken to find a new person was just not worth it to me. So I stuck with my lady knowing that she was slightly insane.
But capable of giving me black hair?? Seriously? And not realizing how retarded it looked? Oh that's right. She's a perfectionist and I am the retarded one because at one point or another during the month, I would be on my period. Silly me, I can't believe I forgot to tell my hairdresser that. Next time I go to get my hair done, I'll bring my medical charts, thanks for giving me the heads up on needing to do that.
Within 3 days of arriving in Washington, I already had an appointment made with William- Tim’s sisters and mom’s hairdresser for many years. He is a very eccentric man, so I was thrilled just to meet him after all of the stories I’d heard. When I walked in there, the first thing he said to me after giving me a huge bear hug was “What in the hell happened to your hair, girl?”
Um, yeah. It was that bad.
He still wonders how a hairdresser could have let me walk out of her salon with a) black hair and b) what he says was a terrible hair cut. Like I knew THAT. It wasn’t ideal but it didn’t seem like that bad of a cut.
Oh, and for the record, he has been doing this for 20 years and he says that apparently I don't need to disclose my menstrual cycle (and "he frankly doesn't want to hear about it.") That's good because I'm pretty sure that tracking down my medical records just to get my hair dyed could be quite the bitch.
Anyway, I spent FOUR HOURS in the salon with him that day getting my hair slightly back to normal. It look about three hours of leaving bleach on to get the horrendous black color lifted out. Then I was carrot top again. He then applied an ash blonde color to tone down the red so now it is a soft redish blonde. I went back about a week later to get a few more highlights in to make it even less red than it initially was (not many because he’s scared my hair is so fragile now that it will all fall out- now THAT would be a good post). He also cut my bottom layer up to the layer above it. The bottom layer was very stringy and I thought it kind of looked ridiculous. He confirmed it. So now my hair is short- above my shoulders in a very cute bob cute that I absolutely adore. It makes my hair look so much more thick and full. Now I just need the color to get back to normal. William says he just can’t wait for it to grow out a bit because he has no idea what my natural color even is. At this point, neither do I. But as I see it, now I officially know what it is like to have each color of hair in the hair color spectrum. I guess that’s like accomplishing a life goal or something. Or it at least makes me more in tune to knowing what hair color I actually love, and more importantly, what color actually fits me.
I always knew my hair lady in Phoenix was a little crazy. I can’t really seem to explain why other than she always talked about herself and her ailments, and referred to everyone I talked to as astrological signs. “Oh, how’s that Scorpio doing?” She only drives a radius of 2 miles and won’t go farther- even if its by boat, plane, bicycle, whatever. And the biggest flaw in her is that she blamed ME for my hair turning black because I didn't tell her it was going to be "that time of the month" soon... like a week AFTER I had my hair done. In that case, isn't it kind of always going to be that time of the month soon for women? It was insane. And this whole situation is comical in the fact that she always makes herself out to be a perfectionist (and tells all of her clients this about 500 times per visit). Anyway, she always HAD done a decent job on my hair and was reasonably priced. So I stuck with her. Hair people are excruciatingly hard to find. If girls were to develop 10 facts of life that never change, this would make the list. That being said, the effort it would’ve taken to find a new person was just not worth it to me. So I stuck with my lady knowing that she was slightly insane.
But capable of giving me black hair?? Seriously? And not realizing how retarded it looked? Oh that's right. She's a perfectionist and I am the retarded one because at one point or another during the month, I would be on my period. Silly me, I can't believe I forgot to tell my hairdresser that. Next time I go to get my hair done, I'll bring my medical charts, thanks for giving me the heads up on needing to do that.
Within 3 days of arriving in Washington, I already had an appointment made with William- Tim’s sisters and mom’s hairdresser for many years. He is a very eccentric man, so I was thrilled just to meet him after all of the stories I’d heard. When I walked in there, the first thing he said to me after giving me a huge bear hug was “What in the hell happened to your hair, girl?”
Um, yeah. It was that bad.
He still wonders how a hairdresser could have let me walk out of her salon with a) black hair and b) what he says was a terrible hair cut. Like I knew THAT. It wasn’t ideal but it didn’t seem like that bad of a cut.
Oh, and for the record, he has been doing this for 20 years and he says that apparently I don't need to disclose my menstrual cycle (and "he frankly doesn't want to hear about it.") That's good because I'm pretty sure that tracking down my medical records just to get my hair dyed could be quite the bitch.
Anyway, I spent FOUR HOURS in the salon with him that day getting my hair slightly back to normal. It look about three hours of leaving bleach on to get the horrendous black color lifted out. Then I was carrot top again. He then applied an ash blonde color to tone down the red so now it is a soft redish blonde. I went back about a week later to get a few more highlights in to make it even less red than it initially was (not many because he’s scared my hair is so fragile now that it will all fall out- now THAT would be a good post). He also cut my bottom layer up to the layer above it. The bottom layer was very stringy and I thought it kind of looked ridiculous. He confirmed it. So now my hair is short- above my shoulders in a very cute bob cute that I absolutely adore. It makes my hair look so much more thick and full. Now I just need the color to get back to normal. William says he just can’t wait for it to grow out a bit because he has no idea what my natural color even is. At this point, neither do I. But as I see it, now I officially know what it is like to have each color of hair in the hair color spectrum. I guess that’s like accomplishing a life goal or something. Or it at least makes me more in tune to knowing what hair color I actually love, and more importantly, what color actually fits me.
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