Confused Woman!

It’s that time of year…yes my friends, it’s Girl Scout cookie time!  These treats are delicious and it helps the Girl Scouts to fund programs for the kids throughout the year.  However, as a “Girl Scout Mom”, it’s also the worst time of the year.

It begins innocently enough with the order forms.  There they are, the cookie flavors all in their glory.  The photos and descriptions of each flavor just begs for you to purchase them.

Next is the sell, which let’s be honest, isn’t really that hard.  Sure, there are a few folks that have the willpower to say no, but most can’t or won’t.  It’s for the girls, so how can you be a meanie and not purchase at least one box?  Worst case scenario, buy the box, eat a couple and freeze the rest for a future treat.

Finally, the delivery of the cookies.  I pick them up and they’re in my house.  The temptation of the boxes and the smells (plus the begging and pleading of my daughter) forces me to buy three boxes.  Okay, forcing is a little extreme, but there was definite cookie coercion involved.

I succumb to the almighty Girl Scout cookie and I’m not ashamed.  They’re tasty and for a good cause…my daughter’s troop.  The bad news?  I sold out my waistline for the kids and I don’t care.  Once a year to have a treat and give these girls some fun, self-esteem and responsibility, doesn’t seem so terrible to me.

I’ve had enough of this month.  It’s dark, cold, snowy, and the only highlights are waiting for a fat rat to see his shadow and a Hallmark holiday.  That’s it.  Boring.

Oh, I guess there was the Grammy awards with a performance every ten minutes and five of them were actually worth watching.  The Super Bowl was at the beginning of the month, full of athleticism, Katy Perry, and depressing commercials.

Wait, there was President’s Day, with all the kiddies out of school and lots of sales on mattresses and cars.  It was also a day when you could quiz your children on all the presidents names and embarrass yourself by knowing only the ones on the coins and bills in your wallet.

It’s the month where the air is so dry my skin is cracking more than the Mojave desert in July.  I walk outside in the morning and the windchill is so low it hurts to breathe.  I love the black ice that’s invisible and makes morning commutes so enjoyable and crash-worthy.

Where are you March?  I need you now.  Please bring us Daylight Savings Time, the cute little Leprechaun, and March Madness!

Yes, I have one…and I love her!  We had a meeting today and it was amazing.  Why? Not only did I get the “meet with the tax person” meeting off my plate, but I also have the entire tax process out of my wheel house.  It’s awesome!

I’m so not a numbers person, which is ironic, because my college major was Information Systems.  Any time there’s something even remotely close to math that I have to deal with I break out into a cold sweat.

I can barely balance my checking account without being stressed.  Creating a budget for myself?  That process would cause me to retreat in fear.  Preparing and submitting my taxes?  There would be a tremendous amount of shaking occurring, followed by the consumption of medication and/or adult beverages to calm me down.  Not good.

So who comes to my rescue, my Tax Angel, that’s who!  It’s great meeting with her, dropping off all of my tax “stuff”, and running away.  It’s very comforting to know I can trust someone to process and submit my taxes and I have to do nothing but wait to receive my refund.

Does my Tax Angel come cheap?  Nope!  However, it’s worth it for me to have that big chunk of yuck taken from my worry list.  I’d rather take some money out of my account and know the taxes are submitted correctly than deal with the IRS knocking on my door.  No thanks!

Yes, I was sad the Patriots won.  I’m not a Tom Brady fan and think very little of him off of the football field.  However, this sadness had nothing to do with the game and everything to do with the commercials.  Ugh!

What was the deal?  It seemed like it was the year to make everyone depressed.  My daughter and I were so excited for the game and the halftime show with Katy Perry. We pulled the couches together to make a giant bed and grazed on snacks.  It was awesome and fun…and then the commercials began.

I’m a sucker for anything to do with animals and kids.  So, what do the saddest commercials involve???  A kid and a puppy.  Really?!  We’re having a great time, enjoying the game, and then we are crying.

Gee, thanks advertising geniuses for making me AND my seven year-old upset.  Was it really necessary?  What happened to the entertaining/funny commercials?  The Fiat commercial with the Viagra?  Awesome!  I loved the girl empowerment commercial from Always…great message!

Also, a shout out to the positive dad ads!  So often, ads portray men and dads as idiots who can’t put together a swing set or forget something at the grocery store.  So nice to see nice, supportive commercials!

We need more of the funny, positive, empowerment commercials and less of the depressing, “make us feel bad while we’re at a party with friends” commercials.  Super Bowl Sunday is party time, not therapy time!