What is it Benjamin Franklin said about death and taxes?
Because he was right. I knew I was going to owe this year, and mentally was prepared for it. Still, that doesn't make it any easier to write out such a sizable check to the Internal Revenue Service. Fuckers.
Hopefully next year will be better. A whole 12 months of mortgage interest paid, versus only 6 in '07. Plus the remainder of the money I inherited is in IRA's, and you can pull money from an Inherited IRA without the 10% IRS tax penalty if you use it for school. I know WAY TOO MUCH about shit like this now.
My dad and I took Marissa and James to lunch and then to the zoo on Saturday. We were not the only ones with this plan, the zoo was quite literally A ZOO. The parking lot was full, so we had to park off site and take a shuttle to the gates. It was insanity. But it was nice to see the kids, I hadn't really seen either of them since Christmas. At lunch for some reason James asked me what the difference is between gangs and the mob. I said that the mob is organized crime but gangs are disorganized crime. This is when James said, "If I ever do a crime I'm going to be very organized about it." LMAO. The future mob boss of America, ladies and gentlemen!
Saturday night I had plans to meet my friend Gloria at Barcelona's for her boyfriends birthday but at the last minute the plan changed to Devil's. Kerri felt up to going out at night so she came along. We actually had a lot more fun than I anticipated. I was wearing new shoes and a very hothothot new top with my hair in a sassy ponytail. That's half the battle, right there. Anyway, Kerri was in rare form and told one of her ex boyfriends he is a liar. I sort of loved it. Then I made him buy us shots of Patron. I mean, why not follow up a comment like Kerri's with free tequila? It's how we roll. We went to Denny's afterward for food so I could operate my vehicle and get us home safely and ended up sitting next to a drunk biker at the counter who was asleep with his face next to a plate of biscuits and gravy. Oh Scottsdale on a Saturday night. How I really DON'T miss you.
Sunday was a baby shower for our friend Rebecca. I've decided any type of shower (aside from the daily kind you take to keep clean) are designed to make single girls feel bad about ourselves. I mean, where is the fun for me in this situation? I have to buy a gift, wrap it in pastel colors, sit around with a bunch of pregnant and/or married women, play stupid games like "guess what kind of baby food this is," and listen to people talk about things like childbirth and child rearing. Plus little kids run around like monkeys. And all of this without the soothing nature of alcohol. It's torture. Not that I don't want to support Rebecca and Brent, or resent buying the baby a gift. That's not it. It's just the design of the whole thing. Talk about feeling inadequate. I'm single, never married, with a CAT as my only prospect of ever having a child and I SUCK ASS at the games.
So, shoes. Dillard's was having their HUGE "everything is marked down 75% plus an extra 30% at the register" sale while I was at the mall on Friday with Cinnabun. I bought a few new tops but the major coup was the shoes. A black pair of Via Spiga heels, a pair of BCBG metallic purple stilettos and a tan pair of 40's style Cole Haan's for a total of just over $100. It was serious.
Hopefully next year will be better. A whole 12 months of mortgage interest paid, versus only 6 in '07. Plus the remainder of the money I inherited is in IRA's, and you can pull money from an Inherited IRA without the 10% IRS tax penalty if you use it for school. I know WAY TOO MUCH about shit like this now.
My dad and I took Marissa and James to lunch and then to the zoo on Saturday. We were not the only ones with this plan, the zoo was quite literally A ZOO. The parking lot was full, so we had to park off site and take a shuttle to the gates. It was insanity. But it was nice to see the kids, I hadn't really seen either of them since Christmas. At lunch for some reason James asked me what the difference is between gangs and the mob. I said that the mob is organized crime but gangs are disorganized crime. This is when James said, "If I ever do a crime I'm going to be very organized about it." LMAO. The future mob boss of America, ladies and gentlemen!
Saturday night I had plans to meet my friend Gloria at Barcelona's for her boyfriends birthday but at the last minute the plan changed to Devil's. Kerri felt up to going out at night so she came along. We actually had a lot more fun than I anticipated. I was wearing new shoes and a very hothothot new top with my hair in a sassy ponytail. That's half the battle, right there. Anyway, Kerri was in rare form and told one of her ex boyfriends he is a liar. I sort of loved it. Then I made him buy us shots of Patron. I mean, why not follow up a comment like Kerri's with free tequila? It's how we roll. We went to Denny's afterward for food so I could operate my vehicle and get us home safely and ended up sitting next to a drunk biker at the counter who was asleep with his face next to a plate of biscuits and gravy. Oh Scottsdale on a Saturday night. How I really DON'T miss you.
Sunday was a baby shower for our friend Rebecca. I've decided any type of shower (aside from the daily kind you take to keep clean) are designed to make single girls feel bad about ourselves. I mean, where is the fun for me in this situation? I have to buy a gift, wrap it in pastel colors, sit around with a bunch of pregnant and/or married women, play stupid games like "guess what kind of baby food this is," and listen to people talk about things like childbirth and child rearing. Plus little kids run around like monkeys. And all of this without the soothing nature of alcohol. It's torture. Not that I don't want to support Rebecca and Brent, or resent buying the baby a gift. That's not it. It's just the design of the whole thing. Talk about feeling inadequate. I'm single, never married, with a CAT as my only prospect of ever having a child and I SUCK ASS at the games.
So, shoes. Dillard's was having their HUGE "everything is marked down 75% plus an extra 30% at the register" sale while I was at the mall on Friday with Cinnabun. I bought a few new tops but the major coup was the shoes. A black pair of Via Spiga heels, a pair of BCBG metallic purple stilettos and a tan pair of 40's style Cole Haan's for a total of just over $100. It was serious.