Robbery

It seems we all like to complain about the government and its agencies, politicians, politics, and the list goes on.  I have a cousin who seems to want to start a holy war with the DMV.  But, that's not me....

I usually keep all of those rants to myself.  Today I can't.  I'm about to start the process of being legally robbed.  Robbed?  Yes, robbed?  I have been looking into donating breast milk and have found that it's not a tax deductible item. 

How can this be?  I can donate almost any piece of worthless garbage to the Salvation Army and get a deduction, but life-sustaining breast milk doesn't qualify.

Shame on you IRS!  Apparently there is a shortage of milk donations, and I can only imagine that that problem might go away if the IRS would allow people to get a deduction for their generosity.

And generosity is an understatement.  People can sell breast milk for $2/oz.  I've got probably 1,500oz. in my freezer right now.  You do the math.

I had someone who wanted to buy milk, but I didn't want the hassle of shipping.  I'm not desperate for the money, so the right thing is to just donate it.  And I think I will (hence starting the robbery errrr donation process), but it's amazes me that the IRS won't recognize the charitable donation.

Boo! Hiss!

Dear Lenessa...

(and the other three people who know this blog exists)

It turns out that I forgot to post one single time in 2011.  I was busy, or I didn't feel like it, or maybe I just forgot that I have a blog.  Whatever the reason it was a good year I -

• Got a new job (same company, just a new team)
• Took some nice trips (Big Island, Tetons, Yellowstone, UT, of course Tahoe)
• Got pregnant (hub-a-hub-a)
• Bought a house (and therefore got a remodeled kitchen)

I am probably forgetting some stuff, but those are the highlights.  I'm sure you are very grateful that I have now updated you AND used bullet points.  I love me some bullets.  If only I could put together a quick .ppt deck.....but alas I can't because -

• I hate using anything microsoft on my mac
• I only create decks for money (i.e. when I'm working)
• I'm not working right now because the pregnancy from the 2011 update got me about 4 months of maternity leave (and let it be known that that kid is pretty rad - i.e. sleeps like a freaking champ)

So why I am writing?  Because this morning as I was boiling a nipple shield (best invention ever),  I thought about the last thing I boiled, which was homemade chocolate pudding.   And the last time I made the pudding was for you (Lenessa).  There, we've come full circle.

All of this made me think that maybe I should start a new blog about chocolate.  The blog could be a called chocOlot or foc (friend of chocolate).  It could be all of the recipes that I love that have chocolate in them -

• Cake
• Cookies
• Pudding
• Brownies
• Bar Cookies
• Pie
• Candy
• Frosting (yes, this is totally its own category)
• Bread
• And more

(more bullets you're welcome)

It may take me another several years to actually start this blog, but I am thinking about it.

KIT LJ,
Kristen

Cats

For anyone following my blog I need to clear up a very serious assumption about me.

Although my blog looks and maybe smells (eww, that's disgusting) of kitty cat love, I must be very clear in telling you that I hate cats. And by "hate", I mean HATE and have fear of.

Some people don't like cats because of allergies. I consider my hatred of cats to be an emotional allergy. I have an emotional allergy to fish, but I'd rather eat a fish than pick up a cat without wearing body armor.

I've never met a cat that I liked.

A little kitten in a picture is adorable (see, I'm not heartless) and I don't support cat abuse, but a live cat within 5ft of me or dwelling in the same house as me is cause for nightmares.

That being said, I love the word "meow". It's fun to say, fun to write, and fun to get engraved on apple products...and thanks to Novio for the new Shuffle.

MEOW

Root Canal

Has your jaw ever hurt so badly that you had to put your head on your desk while you contemplated calling the dentist and convinced yourself that you were in need of a root canal?

That's what happened to me. And then I took off my stupid headband and was fine about 3 seconds later.

Sheesh.

Bears

I have been learning a lot about bears:
1. Black bears have pointy ears.
2. Grizzly bears have rounded ears.
3. Polar bears hunt humans.

Given my current location I have I decided that:
1. I'd rather be face to face with a grizzly bear rather than a fugitive and his fiance/cousin.
2. I'd rather be face to face with a fugitive and his fiance/cousin than a polar bear.

And now it's time to get back to life on the ranch/forest/Canadian border.

Also,

for any of you ten people out there who read my blog, I have a nice husband and he wants you all to know that. And for the record, I want you to know that too.


Example #1 He always does the laundry
Example#2 He is going to climb 600 stairs with me tonight
Example #3 He makes brownies whenever I want
Example #4 He always lets me drive
Example #5 He puts lotion on his elbows because I ask him to

Dear Lenessa,

Where are you? One of the ways that I stalk you is by reading your blog. And you haven't posted in ages. Either post or let's make a date. Or both.

Meow.

PS- Mr. Frisby this for you.