Really starting to hate the IRS!!

Tonight I have listened to Beethoven's 5th symphony about 20 times. I have it so memorized that I hummed it for my husband and showed him how I , as a fat chick ,can still do a pirouette. How do you say? Or why?

Allow me to tell you....

Being the good procrastinator that I am, what can I say, I work better under pressure. Anyway......
I had e-filed our taxes online last night. They were accepted today. On the e-mail it said to mail my e-file signature form to Kansas City where the e-file taxes papers were sent. On the same e-mail it said the address for the center to send it to would be on your filing instruction papers you print out.

Well, wouldn't you know it, it had an address in Andover, MA. GRRRRR

So, I called the IRS. Well of course, I knew there would be a wait especially for all the other procrastinators like myself. So I waited on the phone, and waited, and waited, and waited. You get the drift.

I thought I'd be smart to call late because surely no one would be up this late calling the IRS. WRONG!!!

After holding on for 35 minutes, and listening to their classical music over and over. My head bobbing up and down from falling asleep hearing Beethoven over and over again. An operator came on. "Hello, I am operator Id # 382374561839-482625128-38272. " Whatever, like I will remember that or have time to write it down, just give me your damn name, you know.

Anyway, I proceeded to ask her my question and go through the long drawn out situation, and she said, " So another words, the only thing you want to know in shortened terms , is where to send your Form 8453-OL."

Yeah that's it! GRRRRRR. She said, "Hold please, and I will transfer you to the right operator." And then the new wait began. Again, the same music.

During this wait, my daydreams began.... I could just imagine, the IRS workers kicked back with their feet in the air on their desks, laughing and throwing paper balls at each other, throwing money on the desks, while they take bets on which caller would lose their patience first. Laughing again and saying, how long do you think we can keep them on hold? Yep, I can picture it............

Finally, the music stops and I hear a recording after a now 20 minute wait........

"Due to the high volume of calls, please call back again at another time."

CLICK......goes the phone......

I was never so mad!!! If you can't get ahold of the IRS, and they waste your time for 55 minutes, maybe I can send them a bill for my wasted time. ......

I am so angry, who do you complain to if you have problems with the IRS, you know. Its not like you would ever want to complain, what would happen to you then. Its not like I can say, you knumskulls, you have now driven me crazy with your crappy music over and over and you wasted my time.

Do you remember those Chinese torture devices, where they would put the prisoner under a dripping water spout, that would drip on their head at the same rate till they went crazy?

I think that is what the IRS does when you are waiting on the phone, but its music instead, the same music over and over and over again!!!!!!!!!!!!

And to think, I have to get up in the morning and do it all over again. I think I will need some prayers people!!

Be happy with who you are!!

I was watching Good Morning America this morning about a story on bringing back silicone breast implants.

(WASHINGTON Apr 11, 2005 — Thirteen years after most use of silicone-gel breast implants was banned amid fears they were dangerous, the Food and Drug Administration is considering if it's time to lift the restrictions.
Still in question is how long the devices will last inside a woman's body and just what happens if they break and the silicone gel oozes into the breast or beyond.
On Monday, the FDA opens a three-day meeting with its scientific advisers to debate whether two manufacturers, Inamed and Mentor corporations, have proved that their implants are durable and safe enough to re-enter the U.S. market.
In preliminary analyses released last week, FDA scientists suggested the companies have not, saying their data is of "limited value" in settling the concerns.
It's an emotionally charged issue, as evidenced by the FDA's unusual decision to schedule at least 15 hours on Monday to hear testimony from the public. The list includes dozens of women who say their implants left crippling scars, and others who call the silicone version a more natural-looking option that consumers should be free to choose.)


Listening to the story, I wondered why so many are always trying to reach for perfection?

Are we trying to be perfect, are we wanting attention, or are we wanting to just be like everyone else?

Many look for perfection to achieve the perfect job, or the perfect mate, somehow thinking this will make a difference. In the beginning....maybe....But what about later on in the relationship?

I have to say that even though I am overweight, I am satisfied with ME. Now I do want to lose some weight, not for anybody else but for me, but that's a whole "nother story.

I look at body self images as this....if you are not satisfied with yourself, who will you be satisfied with, if you are always trying to reach for perfection. I also think if you achieve perfection and land yourself a mate and then become settled and gain a few pounds, will your mate find you any different, maybe even discusting because you have not "maintained" your unnatural beauty and have become too comfortable in your relationship.

Will this make them love you any less? If this is what people worry about while trying to lose a few pounds, and dye their hair (I am guilty of using a bottle or two, maybe more), or exercising fanatically, were they the mate you would have wanted in the first place? Is this what you would have wanted to achieve in your life, always pleasing others?

What happened to pleasing yourself and pleasing God? Are we not made in his image? I don't think God is going around getting his hair done, his nails painted, and pumping iron at the YMCA.

This doesn't mean that you should not take care of yourself, our body is a temple for God. I think what I am trying to say is to live life for you. If YOU want to walk 5 miles a day and its something you enjoy, then do it.

But is all this plastic surgery necessary? Mind you when it comes to breast implants, no I don't think I ever needed them, matter of fact, I would love to donate them to whoever wants them. Just make sure you have $40 or more on you when you need a new bra, and lots of aspirin for your aching shoulders and back.

But is it worth it, breast implants, cheek implants, butt implants? Although as President of The Flat Booty Society, I may like a butt implant.

Can't we all just be happy with who we are, and not worry about what others think?

I know I can!!!

Take these thoughts or not...........

Signing off/ Sounding off