Part of the 7th grade curriculum in my New Hampshire home town is a “financial living” unit.  Now, I’m not entirely sure why they decided it was a good idea to teach a bunch of 13-year-olds how to write checks and do taxes, but hey, I guess that’s just how southern NH rolls.

One of the funniest parts of this particular unit was that we had to get”married” and have a “family.”  I don’t remember which lucky boy I was paired up with, but I do remember that I was the one that had to handle the wedding and baby announcements.  (Sounds eerily like real life, to me!)

Why bring this up?  Well, as I’m sure you’re well aware, today is tax day.  Like many of my peers, I’m still relatively new to the full-blown tax process  – far gone are the days of the 1040EZ!  Lucky for me, that middle school tax primer stuck in my head and I’m at least somewhat familiar with the forms and the process itself.  For some of my friends, however, tax season falls into that lovely category of “why on earth didn’t anyone TEACH ME HOW TO DO THIS STUFF???”

Yes, I’m a freak, and I actually enjoy breaking out the Turbo Tax and all the insane forms every year.  It’s satifying to finish, and I usually get money back in the end.  (I know this means I’ve just given the government an interest free loan, but hey!  At least I get that money back, unlike, oh I don’t know, Social Security.)  The fact that I enjoy it, though, is probably tied to that unit back in my formative years.  I know what I’m doing, because someone DID take the time to teach me.  The vague familiar feeling of “hey, I’ve done this before,” makes everything that much less intimidating.

What lessons for adulthood do you think you missed out on?

PS: We didn’t really have egg babies, but we did do that experiment where you dropped an egg of the side of a building inside a contraption that (you hoped) was designed to keep it from breaking.

PPS: I think I named my egg, but this was a long time ago, so I don’t actually remember what the name was.  Probably something related to a boy band.


… didn’t make it down to the Tidal Basin this weekend.  Thus far, my entire Cherry Blossom experience has been limited to this:

Cherry Blossoms in a Tube

Thank you, Bath and Body Works, for making sure that even a shut-in like myself can still experience spring in DC.

Today is a bit of a random day.  It’s Saturday, so I’m entitled, right?

First off, I’ve gotten 142 hits since I started this sucker what, 3 days ago?  As far as I’m concerned, that’s kinda awesome.  So thanks to everyone that’s clicked through from Facebook, Twitter, and 20 Something Bloggers… it looks like my shameless self promotion is paying off.

Good news!  I have an interview on Tuesday morning!  I would LOVE to work for this particular organization, and it seems like the job would be a good fit.  I already have my outfit picked out, and now I just need to settle on a pair of shoes. (An aside: I absolutely love Old Navy.  I found the perfect button-down shirt there yesterday AND it was on sale.  An interview isn’t complete without some new clothes.)

It’s finally starting to look like spring outside, even if it doesn’t feel like it quite yet.  The sun is shining today and there are purple and yellow tulips struggling to come up in my front yard.  I just wish it was a little bit warmer so I could sit outside.  The Cherry Blossom is coming up in a couple weeks, and even though I’ve lived in the DC area for almost 6 years, I’ve never gone down to the Mall to take part in any of the festivities.  I think that’s got to change!