Too many colors.

Steve Orange owns 100% of the stock of Purple Corp. and Fred Smith owns 100% of the stock of Red Corp. that, in turn, owns 100% of the stock of Blue Corp. Blue Corp. intends to acquire 100% of the stock of Purple Corp. from Steve in exchange for Red Corp. stock. Each of the following is a party to the reorganization as defined in §368, EXCEPT:

Purple

Orange

Red

Blue

Accountants are so clever :)

R.I.P. Indiana driver's license.

That’s right. I’m officially licensed to drive in California. I spent some precious moments at the DMV this morning, finally getting my California driver’s license after a year and a half of living here. As a side note, I also registered to vote and found out that my vision in my left eye is kind of terrible. I blame my occupation.

And the computer I stare at day after day.

But mostly what this day has brought me is a new sense of awareness to the road around me. After spending a good portion of the day yesterday reading the entire California driver’s manual cover to cover, I’ve developed a bit of snootiness on the roads. I can practically quote portions of the manual, issuing tacit citations left and right to my neighbors of the road. Boy, I hope this wears off soon.

Anyway, it does feel nice not needing to be afraid of the police anymore, lying to them about how lovely it is to “visit” California. So look out California – I’m here to stay. And look out drivers slash bicyclists slash pedestrians – I know what you’re doing wrong, and I will let you know. Silently. In my car.

Harry Potter.

That's what has happened. Call me a nerd all you want, but I started reading these books when I was 12 years old. That's HALF my life spent dreaming of adventures at Hogwarts, expectantly checking the mail for my acceptance letter (which probably got lost by one of those silly school owls), sorting myself into a house with no help from the Sorting Hat (I'd be a Ravenclaw - I'm fairly certain), practicing quidditch and spell recitations in my spare time, debating what form my patronus would take (I'm thinking a penguin - on its belly), referencing Voldemort in serious conversations as "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named," and genuinely believing I was best friends with all the characters (the good ones at least). So you can see how this ending truly affects me. In all seriousness, though, I don't know if another series will ever captivate and consume me quite like Harry Potter could. I mean I practically grew up with this guy. Twelve years is a long time. So here's my tribute to J.K. and her beautifully crafted series of novels. And to a series of movies that never quite lived up to the wonder of the books but which nonetheless helped to bring the spirit of Harry Potter alive.

Countries.

I'm pretty sure Andrew texted me "Greek" on accident instead of his usual friendly "Geek." So naturally I went along. And along. And along.






In other news, I found Andrew's doppleganger.


I know you might all be thinking, "Really, Emma? Where's Andrew's lightning bolt scar?" Well, you're right - he doesn't have one. But for now, let's please just ignore that minor detail and notice they both are wearing glasses. Wow, I can't tell who is who.

I love to see the temple.

I went there yesterday.


Another happening from yesterday:
I was enjoying the sunny day at the pool for a bit, when I noticed two little girls trying to enter through the gate. I hopped over to let them in and made my way back to the pool. One of the little girls followed and politely walked up to me to say thank you. She then paused for a moment before asking, "Are you a teenager?" After a slight chuckle and a negative response from me, she replied, "Oh. Well, you look like one." "Well, how old are you?" I asked. After stating that she was nine years old, with a beam on her face, I informed her that I was more than TWICE her age. To which she responded, "Yeah, you look older than me."
Moral of the story: So I definitely look older than nine, phew. But I also look like a teenager. I guess I'll accept.

Yosemite.

This weekend my ward went on a camp out to a little place called Yosemite. It was very cold. But it was very beautiful.








We hiked to the top of Yosemite Falls, which is probably one of the prettiest hikes I have ever done. During the course of the 8 point something mile long hike my feet got fairly dirty. Alright, they were downright grimy. Not knowing where to wash up (slash afraid of the frigid river water nearby), I did what any respectable camper would do: I pretended my feet were clean and stuck a pair of socks on 'em. Needless to say, I spent a decent amount of time in the shower yesterday scrubbing all that caked on dirt off my feet. All part of the camping experience :) Overall, though, the trip was thoroughly enjoyable. Just as spectacular as everyone said it would be.

Hello again.

Exactly one week ago today I took my last CPA exam. Ever. (Please confirm this detail again with me in about a month or so when the scores are actually released, and I can state this characteristic about my life with more certainty than just the cheery optimism I am currently employing.) Do you know what that means???

No more this.


And no more that.


Celebrations are in order. And the resurgence of this little guy.