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I missed February.  I think that’s becoming a habit, actually.  I checked the archives. While I regard January as my least favorite month (sorry Jill, it has nothing to do with your or Paige’s birthday.), it should probably be February that’s my least favorite.  You  know.  Because of the February Funk.  It gets me every year.  Despite the fact I see it coming and despite the fact that there are many fun days in February.

There’s Dale and Tammy’s birthdays and Brad’s birthday, and Valentine’s Day and Daniel’s birthday, and State Wrestling, and the end of the high school wrestling season, and a new batch of student teachers to place and then it goes out with the bang of my half birthday.  And every four years a bonus day, when I do something zany.  Many. Fun. Days.

Still.  The funk.

But it is March.  And we have arrived safely on the other side.  My taxes are done.  With money coming back.  Nice.  And the birds chirp in the mornings and it’s already dawn out before 7am.  And Tara was in her first pinewood derby yesterday (and she wasn’t dead last!) (They let girl scouts in these days – those progressive boy scouts).  And Spring Break is only one week away, and I’m half done with this semester of teaching Child Psych, and I’ve found my favorite dress pants in all the world at Gap, and my tea is tasty every morning.

Yes.  March forth!

So.  I keep much of our current year stuff in this bucket in our kitchen…and from the looks of it…

I’m thinking it must be time to do the taxes…

There are a good number of insurance companies out there that are rewarding healthy habits for those they insure.  My company is one of them.  Exercise, eat healthy, don’t smoke, get regular check-ups – all that adds up to dollars.  Nice.

I earned the dollars they offered, and wanted to do something unnecessary and frivolous, not just buy groceries.  So I did this:

I like it.  Dollars well earned.  And still a few left over for groceries.