Last year I received a refund of more than $700. This year I apparently owe $151. My net income is only greater by a few hundred dollars than last year. I did not check a different box on my W4. Not much changed in my way of finances, due to some extenuating circumstances I figured I would get a smaller refund. I did NOT think I would owe money. I am looking into the matter.
I will be pleased with that apparent $600 refund that is apparently coming in May. I know some people who are not pleased and since anything more I would say on the matter would be ill-hearted of me, let me just emphasize again, I am very much looking forward to that check.
Friday, February 08, 2008
Thursday, February 07, 2008
It's my anniversary
(tune: The Jets, Make it Real)
Tonight, it's been a year
We met each other here
In my heart, I'll pretend
That you are here again
Hear me crying out to yooooou!
You said never never
would I leave
Here's a tear from me to you!
(tune: Tony! Toni! Tone! It's our Anniversary)
Tomorrow will come and girl I can't wait
It's our anniversary
our anniversary
(fast forward to the chorus)
It's our anniversaryyyyyy!
And it is folks. One year ago today I smoked my last cigarette.
I tried before and I tried again but I think this time's the winner.
I'm thrrough.
And I'm happy!
Tonight, it's been a year
We met each other here
In my heart, I'll pretend
That you are here again
Hear me crying out to yooooou!
You said never never
would I leave
Here's a tear from me to you!
(tune: Tony! Toni! Tone! It's our Anniversary)
Tomorrow will come and girl I can't wait
It's our anniversary
our anniversary
(fast forward to the chorus)
It's our anniversaryyyyyy!
And it is folks. One year ago today I smoked my last cigarette.
I tried before and I tried again but I think this time's the winner.
I'm thrrough.
And I'm happy!
Friday, February 01, 2008
Have I been that into me?
As time passes (weird how it does that), more and more of my single female friends are experiencing similar crises of acceptance, myself included, and it's left us all in a bit of a pickle.
Recently I finished reading the book, "He's just not that into you" and while it served it's purpose with me, giving me a satisfied renewed sense of self and a further jolt of patience, it did not eliminate one of the biggest fears that I live with today.
The book revolves around a disgustingly simple concept-which no woman I know actually disagrees with: the idea that a man would rather lose a body part than tell a woman that she's not the one. So instead he is eternally busy, or not able to commit to anyone at the moment, or does not want to ruin the friendship....so on and so forth. But of course, really, he is just not that into her. Makes sense to me.
But in my race to share the wonder with my all of my girls I was getting push back. "But I KNOW this guy was really into me, he just wasn't good at relationships with anyone, not even his own parents" and so on and so forth. I heard this from a few of my friends, And with a smile I remind my fill-in-the-blank, genius, wonderful, beautiful and wise friend whom I love dearly, that this too, was mentioned in the book. And that while indeed there are some truly valid cases where this sort of thing may be true, that 99.99 percent of the time, it's an excuse given to avoid the fact that the guy just doesn't think you are THE ONE. And that in the case where said- excuse MIGHT ACTUALLY BE TRUE, and this relationship is an exception to the rule, the book asks us that rather than think of ourselves as exceptions to the rule, we ought to think of ourselves as the rule. Why? Because, who really wants to date a guy who is bad at loving you anyway? Right?
But I get a lot of buts. And I try to entice them to read the book and truth is, some will, some won't and some already did but chose to deny the contents because, (and I am interjecting here, all me) the truth and alternative is just damn scary. If you're in my same boat, you will have seen this coming from about 3o miles away, but what it boils down to is if all the book says is right, than the reality is that there are not enough of the type of men we deserve/need to go around. (and to answer your question, Ingrid, I think it is both cultural and epidemic.)
And how does one live in a world where this is true? Especially if she wants to have children or familal close companionship into her 60s and 70s? All this is mentioned in the book of course, along with reallly supportive banter that makes you smile and feel hopeful.
But the truth is I am facing the fact that I may remain single the total of my life. And I am not really sure I can be content with that. I currently live in a state resigned acceptance-I experience happiness in bouts and sadness in bouts and I try to tune out my married friends who insist that it's my recognition of wanting a mate that is keeping a mate from me and tune out my younger friends who insist that I am not too young and that I will surely find someone before my body decides it cannot have babies anymore.
My resolve is to live life 'to the fullest' oh yeah, I did it, I busted out the cliche....and just keep going. I spend time with children regularly which acts as a temporary medicine and I try to keep the most wonderful people in my life in continual supply for my ups and my downs. I've trimmed the awareness down to a quiet dull roar in the back of my soul. I love my life truly. I have been practicing gratitude for everything, and that helps. My main thing these days is to make sure I have been into me. You know what I'm saying?
Recently I finished reading the book, "He's just not that into you" and while it served it's purpose with me, giving me a satisfied renewed sense of self and a further jolt of patience, it did not eliminate one of the biggest fears that I live with today.
The book revolves around a disgustingly simple concept-which no woman I know actually disagrees with: the idea that a man would rather lose a body part than tell a woman that she's not the one. So instead he is eternally busy, or not able to commit to anyone at the moment, or does not want to ruin the friendship....so on and so forth. But of course, really, he is just not that into her. Makes sense to me.
But in my race to share the wonder with my all of my girls I was getting push back. "But I KNOW this guy was really into me, he just wasn't good at relationships with anyone, not even his own parents" and so on and so forth. I heard this from a few of my friends, And with a smile I remind my fill-in-the-blank, genius, wonderful, beautiful and wise friend whom I love dearly, that this too, was mentioned in the book. And that while indeed there are some truly valid cases where this sort of thing may be true, that 99.99 percent of the time, it's an excuse given to avoid the fact that the guy just doesn't think you are THE ONE. And that in the case where said- excuse MIGHT ACTUALLY BE TRUE, and this relationship is an exception to the rule, the book asks us that rather than think of ourselves as exceptions to the rule, we ought to think of ourselves as the rule. Why? Because, who really wants to date a guy who is bad at loving you anyway? Right?
But I get a lot of buts. And I try to entice them to read the book and truth is, some will, some won't and some already did but chose to deny the contents because, (and I am interjecting here, all me) the truth and alternative is just damn scary. If you're in my same boat, you will have seen this coming from about 3o miles away, but what it boils down to is if all the book says is right, than the reality is that there are not enough of the type of men we deserve/need to go around. (and to answer your question, Ingrid, I think it is both cultural and epidemic.)
And how does one live in a world where this is true? Especially if she wants to have children or familal close companionship into her 60s and 70s? All this is mentioned in the book of course, along with reallly supportive banter that makes you smile and feel hopeful.
But the truth is I am facing the fact that I may remain single the total of my life. And I am not really sure I can be content with that. I currently live in a state resigned acceptance-I experience happiness in bouts and sadness in bouts and I try to tune out my married friends who insist that it's my recognition of wanting a mate that is keeping a mate from me and tune out my younger friends who insist that I am not too young and that I will surely find someone before my body decides it cannot have babies anymore.
My resolve is to live life 'to the fullest' oh yeah, I did it, I busted out the cliche....and just keep going. I spend time with children regularly which acts as a temporary medicine and I try to keep the most wonderful people in my life in continual supply for my ups and my downs. I've trimmed the awareness down to a quiet dull roar in the back of my soul. I love my life truly. I have been practicing gratitude for everything, and that helps. My main thing these days is to make sure I have been into me. You know what I'm saying?
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