Twenty years ago, I met Mario at a singles conference in West Palm Beach. I had hoped we could spend the day together to celebrate but instead, I tutored, a kid came home from school sick, the dog needed to go to vet, another child wanted us to take him to lunch and then Mario had to be at work by 12:45.
So hopefully we will be able to celebrate our wedding anniversary a little better.
It's been a great 20 years and if I can dig out Mario's journal, I'll post what he wrote about meeting me that night.
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"Life is to be enjoyed, not just endured." Gordon B. Hinckley
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Happy Birthday Mom
Here's my first attempt at free motion quilting. I made this small lap quilt for my mom for her birthday. I definitely need a lot more practice with it but it was a lot of fun to do. It's much more fun to quilt that way than to make a bunch of straight (not really straight but supposed to be straight) lines.
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
Taxes and Erin's Basketball
I should have gone to school for accounting. Then I could take over Michael's (Mario's dad) business when he retires. I love numbers and I love doing my own taxes. But I don't have any real training except for google searches and asking some accountant friends or family for some advice occasionally. Once, when I lived in Guam, I went to the base legal office to get some help with my taxes. They couldn't have been simpler since we only had Mario's military income. But I felt like I knew more than the volunteers in the office, so I have never gone back to ask for help.
But Mario really should fire me as the tax preparer. I realized today that I have made errors the last couple years that cost us $750. Fortunately, the government lets us amend our returns for the last 3 years. I went back and checked all my returns for the past 10 years, and I guess I only made the mistake for the past 2 years. Must be my Alzheimer's kicking in. So I am lucky that I can amend them. Mario is patient and hasn't even suggested I seek a real accountant (I am sure he would prefer it though.) He knows how much I love doing them myself. But they have become quite a bit more complicated now that I have my tutoring business and we have the rental house. I may need to seek more help than google has to offer in the near future. Darn it.
In other news, Erin has a sprained ankle, but with two girls out, one with injury and the other for failing classes, they are down to only 6-7 girls that can play freshman basketball. So the coach is wanting her to play. I can't make it to the game tonight which is probably better because I might have given the coach an earful.
But Mario really should fire me as the tax preparer. I realized today that I have made errors the last couple years that cost us $750. Fortunately, the government lets us amend our returns for the last 3 years. I went back and checked all my returns for the past 10 years, and I guess I only made the mistake for the past 2 years. Must be my Alzheimer's kicking in. So I am lucky that I can amend them. Mario is patient and hasn't even suggested I seek a real accountant (I am sure he would prefer it though.) He knows how much I love doing them myself. But they have become quite a bit more complicated now that I have my tutoring business and we have the rental house. I may need to seek more help than google has to offer in the near future. Darn it.
In other news, Erin has a sprained ankle, but with two girls out, one with injury and the other for failing classes, they are down to only 6-7 girls that can play freshman basketball. So the coach is wanting her to play. I can't make it to the game tonight which is probably better because I might have given the coach an earful.
Monday, January 6, 2014
FHE Basketball
All four kids are playing basketball now. Eric for church, Erin for school and church and twins for the city. So we came to the chapel to play some 3 on 3 for our FHE activity. Having kids this age has been a lot of fun when it comes to family sports.
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