I have no idea how my violist friend stays sane doing her own taxes. At minimum 3 states, permanent resident, lots of freelance jobs, buys her own health insurance (which just got a lot more inclusive for a mere $12 more than what she used to get- she basically had catastrophic before, thanks to ACA.) And she does them herself.
Actually, I view her and other friends who are professional musicians with awe in general. I don't have the constitution for the gig-pursuit-feast-famine-non-salaried career. But it is what they know and they're good at it.
I'd love for one of the ice skating/dancing routines to be to "In These Shoes, I Don't Think So." I think it'd be fun.
I think we're going to bite the bullet and go to a tax pro this year. I'm not sure how much of Hubby's disability is actually taxable if he files separately. Who's the cheapest of the tax prep people, ie Jackson Hewett, H.R. Block, etc?
coconut oil in your oatmeal. SO GOOD. Do it.
Thenk you for reminding me, Steph. That is on my list of stuff I am supposed to have every day. I figure I can add it to my morning blender drink easily enough. (berries & oats & whatever)
I've been having it in smoothies, but I don't have a smoothie every day. I was astonished at how good it was in oatmeal (which I have at least 5 days a week).
Turns out my making a Home Depot purchase at 6 a.m. triggers a fraud alert.
I really hate it when fraud alerts make you feel like you have to defend your life choices.
I really hate it when fraud alerts make you feel like you have to defend your life choices.
I think Home Depot needs to defend its policies. I couldn't just reserve that truck and pay for whole 24 hours and pick it up whenever. (I did end up paying for 24 hours and it was a fantastic rate, so I was okay with that even though I only had the truck for 11 hours.) No, I had to be there at 6 a.m.
And even my bank thought that was messed up and kinda unlikely for me.
I did realize that I might have been able to rent it at the end of the day on Friday and then returned it late Saturday afternoon and not have been up before 5. So, the more you know. Or epiphany...
Still if I hadn't had cash to buy gas and then call the bank later, that might have been a much more stressful experience.
How is it that I am more tired today than I was all week? Oh yeah. I didn't sleep well. But when I woke up at 2:00 AM, I eventually thought of you all because I wonder if I'm having night sweats from perimenopause.
Months ago, I found a black widow that was about nickel sized. It scared the shit out of me, but I had nothing to kill it with. I have seen it off and on and every time I open the garage and see it, by the time I find something to use to bash it, it skitters off.
Yesterday when I saw it again, I had a can of hair spray I had left there last time. So I grabbed the can, sprayed the spider. It tucked into a ball. I turned away to get swatter and it started up the web again. So I sprayed it again. Then bashed it and it fell to the ground, I think dead, but I bashed it a couple of more times and it died.
I FEEL AWESOME THAT I HAVE VANQUISHED THAT MOTHERFUCKER!
Frame it as your card company can't take the wild ride you're taking in life! Your secret life: exposed!
Ok, really annoying when you are buying tampons, diapers and a pack'n'play on no sleep at Target in a new-to-you town on Xmas eve, but .... (yeah, that happened when my neph was born.)
Kat, the Spider Vanquisher!
Go Kat go!
I was going to go dancing in the burbs. But then it was snowing, so I figure there's crazy traffic. But I wanna dance! Grr. Supposedly it's too warm to be snowing anyway! Yet I fear the bridges will end up crazy icy and full of accidents and such.
