Thanks for the memories.

Is it really over? No way is it done.

I can't leave Cali yet, I've had too much fun.

The bags are packed, the ticket is set

I am leaving, but this journey I won't forget.

My first day of work I went in so scared,

but they were all welcoming, they really cared.

I learned the art of taxes, found a work family,

I loved what I did and they kept me busy

I looked forward to work, I was lucky I know,

People were constantly helping me grow.

I thought I was fine today saying goodbye,

Wishes, flowers, hugs - those made me cry.

It's nice to know whatever path I ride

I'll have family in Burbank on my side.

But there's another family that's blessed me this time,

I've lived with the Kings, and it's been just sublime!

All growing up I've always loved the Kings,

Now from them I've learned so many things.

Uncle Dennis has shown me how to reason,

We've had great talks amidst this crazy tax season.

From Aunt Patti I've learned just how to host

Serving others - that's what she does most

Alison taught me at least once a week

But I saw from her example how to be sweet, kind, and meek

The Goeckeri family showed how to be friendly,

They welcomed me in, I was soon their Aunt Becky

The Halls were always so loving and nice,

They would invite me over and give great love advice. :)

Nate taught me bowling, guitar, and cooking,

He could probably make me an omelette eyes closed, no looking!

Misty and Joanne I was blessed with along the way,

They were so kind and also make me want to stay

Newport Beach, family dinners, movie nights,

Psych, bowling, seeing the sights.

Talking with family for so many hours,

Enjoying the weather, seeing a winter with flowers?

Creating memories and relationships that will last,

Those will linger even after this is past.

That's what I leave with, and it's just the start.

We'll keep getting closer even when we're apart.

The list goes on, there's much more to say

There are so many people I can never repay.

I'm thankful I had this opportunity,

It's helped me get closer to being the best I can be.

The Perils of Tax Season

I just got back from work and on the drive home I kept looking at my hands in disgust. I've never been a huge fan of my hands. They are the exact same as my brother David's. He has nice hands. For a boy. I also have nice hands. For a boy. Oh well.

Today they were looking particularly bad because I keep giving my self paper cuts. Brilliant I know. I realized I had 4 band-aids on my hands which is pretty ridiculous. I haven't even noticed how clumsy I am until I added it up today. So I'm clumsy and smart. Nice.

My hands also look nice because I've been fighting with the "SCANNED" stamp lately. First it took me forever to take it apart to fill up the ink. Well now the ink is full. Too full. So I had to tear it apart and now I'm waiting for it to dry. Well my cuticles look like they're bleeding. So far the stamp is winning.

So now you're wondering how bad my sausages are. I'll show you....

See my bloody cuticles on my thumbs? Stupid stamp. At least I took off the two old band-aids, and washed off most of the ink so you didn't throw up. Additional perils of tax season include but are not limited to; bad hair (I have no desire to wake up early to make it look decent), double chin, talking to myself, and bad communication skills. I've failed at blogging, calling, texting, etc. Sorry!