Tax Research

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Pictures, as promised

The trip began on the night of May 30, 2007. I picked Tim up from the airport at around 10pm, cried as I was leaving Phoenix and we made our way to Palm Desert, California and finally arrived there at around 2:30 a.m. on May 31st. When we got to the hotel, we were finished with the most unpleasant part of the whole drive. We were completely wiped. We got up the following morning at 7am and headed to his grandma's house in Palm Desert for a quick visit. Shortly after, we headed straight towards the ocean. We stopped in Newport Beach and soaked up the sun for a few hours until we realized that we were most likely getting burned (we definitely did). Then we headed down to Laguna Beach and walked around, shopped, grabbed a couple beachy drinks and some food and then made our way back up to Huntington Beach where we ultimately stayed that night. In Huntington, we ate at one of my favorite beach restaurants- Dukes. Our hotel was right on the beach so it was nice to walk to the restaurant, around the pier and then to our hotel.



We crashed into bed early that night since we'd only gotten a few hours of sleep the night before. We were up early the next morning though (June 1) and went walking some more around Huntington. We stopped first at one of the regular breakfast places of our trip- Jamba Juice. As a side note, before I went to Jamba several times on the trip, I had forgotten just how much I love Jamba. I will never forget again. We spent the morning walking around Huntington and a little market going on down there and then headed up the pacific coast. This day of driving was absolutely breathtaking. We went through beach towns in SoCal and then once we got to central California we went through Big Sur and saw some of the most beautiful scenery I have ever seen. We took a lot of time and pictures on the drive that day. We ended up stopping in Monterey, CA that night and stayed at the Marriott in town. We walked around downtown Monterey once we got in and discovered the cutest little Japanese/sushi restaurant ever. It was absolutely delightful.



The next day (June 2) after another stop at Jamba for breakfast, we continued up the coast and straight into San Fransisco. We stayed in San Fran for several hours, stopping mainly at Fisherman's Wharf, Gheredelli Square and the best little Italian restaurant. As a sidenote, it was FREEZING in San Fran. I absolutely adore that city though. So much fun. I haven't been back there for a long time. As soon as we crossed the golden gate bridge and headed towards Sausalito, the fog lifted and the temperature increased by about 20 degrees. Maybe that was normal but it seemed bizarre to me.



We continued up the coast and got into wine country. As a pretty avid wine drinker, I was absolutely fascinated. Tim was too and he is not huge on wine. These vineyards were amazing- they went on and on forever for miles- over the mountains, up the coast, etc. It was unbelievable. After the vineyards, we started to get into the forest part of our drive. We found a giant tree park with a huge redwood you can drive through (see pictures below). We stopped in Eureka, CA right before we got to the Redwood national forest.



We ended up walking out of a restaurant for the second night in a row (we did this in Monterey too before we found the Japanese place) and we stumbled upon the best bar ever. The food was amazing and it was such a cool vibe. There was a giant stuffed spider over the door that moved every time the door open. It was such a trip and it was a small town so everyone was so friendly.It was crazy too because once I got back to Seattle, I found a glass in some store with the name of the bar on it from freaking Eureka, CA. Of course I bought it.



The next day (June 3) we continued up north and straight into the Redwood forest. The redwoods are just astounding. I don't even know what else to say. I was just in awe. We continued up north and into Oregon and I have to say that the transition from huge trees to ocean with huge rocks in it is a little bit beyond comprehension. It is so beautiful but so unreal. After about two hours up the Oregon coast, the drive was mostly forest until we got to Coos Bay, Oregon where there are huge sand dunes. Tim actually goes down to Coos for vacation quite frequently so he showed me all his vacation haunts, including a stop for the largest apple turnovers I have ever seen in my life. We continued up the coast because we wanted to make it to the Sea Lion caves. We got there 5 minutes before it closed and it was worth it! There were about 400 sea lions that we saw (literally). They were all over the coast. You can look at them outside and you can also take an elevator down 200 feet to an actual cave to look at them. It was pretty cool. After that, we ended our coastal part of the trip and cut inland to hit the 5 freeway and head towards Portland.



Tim has a sister that lives in Portland so we called her to see where we should stay. We ended up staying at the coolest hotel of our whole trip. It was called the Jupiter hotel and it was so trendy. Each room is different and the scene there was really cool. The restaurant was fabulous... so much so that we ate dinner there by ourselves and then had breakfast the next day there with Tim's sister and her boyfriend. We spent that next day (June 4) shopping around Portland's Pearl district and the district that is on 23rd avenue (I forget what it is called). Portland is such a cool city. I've been there once before but this time I really loved it. At around 5 pm we left Portland and headed for home. Around 7pm, we pulled into Kirkland, WA. My new home.



It was a crazy ride and such a fun adventure. I couldn't have asked for a more fun and amazing vacation. But when I pulled into Kirkland the real adventure started- the beginning of my life here. I'll keep you updated on how everything is going, but for now- pictures to document the trip.




Beautiful central California coastline. June 1, 2007.

Timmy and I in Central Cal. Notice the black hair. Ugh. More to come on hair updates in a later post (as a sidenote, right now it is RED. Yes, we are back to red. And it is short. I better not start taking about hair. But I will post about it soon).

Me on the central cal coast. Hella myspace picture.

Tim at Gheredelli Square in San Fran. June 2, 2007.

The wine country in Northern Cal.

Beautiful forests.

Winston fit through the 2400 year old tree!

Climbing through gigantic trees!

Absolutely breathtaking. I was facing this, the ocean was at my back. June 3, 2007- southern Oregon coastline.

Oregon beaches are filled with huge rocks in the ocean!



More huge rocks in the water.

Pretty southern Oregon coastline.

At the sea lion caves. We were actually in the caves at this point.

Look at all of those guys!

There were soo many! And they were cute.

Tim as a seal. He's pretty cute too.

Portland, Oregon. June 4, 2007. Outside of our hotel.

Headed towards the Pearl District in Oregon to do some damage while shopping.

And the final destination. It's been a journey. But now, I am home.

Written as a resident of Washington

It's official: I'm here. As of about 7pm last Monday night.


Just so everyone knows that 1) I am alive 2) I am in Washington and 3) The trip up was absolutely phenomenal. I am so excited about my life here.

More to follow once I am more moved in and can find my camera gear to post pics. I think they do a better job explaining than I do.