7 Hours of pure Joy
Well, I just finished doing one of the things that I detest the most... Cleaning the Bathroom. I would rather have Emily up during her naptime dealing with a cranky toddler than clean the crapper. And by the way, Em is up and not napping. How happy am I about that? Not so much my friends. Today is one of those lazy feelings day and I could use the break to Veg and be a bum... But the little turkey has other plans for me. At least she is allowing me to be on the computer, I would like to personally Thank Dora for that! Anyway, as I was saying I cleaned one of the Bathrooms. I still have to clean Keith's but since it is the least used in the house right now it won't be as bad as mine was. Anyway people, you can blame my parents for me not ever wanting to clean the bathroom... It is all their fault. That was my main "chore" while growing up and still to this day I have nightmares about my time as the Sink Slave. See, your parents influence can effect the way you grow up in life!
Tax season is here people and being that I am a Marine's wife I feel the need to get everything done ahead of time. Being that I am also a Marine's wife the motto for the Corps also comes into play " Hurry up and Wait"... I am not going to get into the long drawn out story version but let me tell ya people this is just another example of life... I get to the tax center on Base (Mistake number 1), bright and early at 8:30 am with my toddler in tow... 11 am I am FINALLY seen after the dipshits working there finally figured out how to turn on their computers... After an hour of having my paperwork worked on the Sgt. tells me they can't do my taxes because I have rental property... Ummm, you might have mentioned that to me in the beginning when I told you I had paperwork from my real estate office regarding my house that I rent... DUH!
So, anyway he goes and gets his Capt. to talk with me since I am clearly getting annoyed... She comes in and says they can not do my taxes. So I say to her " So, what you are telling me is that I have been here since 8:30 for nothing"... Being that most people do not talk to people like that with shiny things on the collars she was a little taken back and just stared at me with a dumbass look on her face. Then she stated that they would do it and I told her I would be back after I fed my daughter lunch... A half hour later I am back and still nothing... 3 PM comes around and still nothing.... At that point after being there for almost 7 hours I was done. Emily was turning into the toddler monster and I was on the verge of having a brain explosion.... never mind a heart attack. Do you know how hard it is to keep a 21 month old happy in a crappy little office for that length of time? Let me tell after 3 hours I didn't give a shit any more. I let Em go wherever the hell she felt like.... The Capt.'s office to play, sure why not? You want to bang on the Sgt's Wall locker? Sure, no problem... You want to run up and down the hallway where people are trying to work on taxes? Sure, I don't give a shit, go ahead.... You get the picture. An eye for an eye I say... They were wasting mine and Emily's time so in my eyes they were paying the wrath for that!! So, to put an ending to this oh so fun story my taxes never got filed and I wasted just about 7 hours at a fucking tax center run by a bunch of dumbasses.... So, Thank you Aunt Judy for agreeing to do them for me, they are in the mail!!
So.... As you can see my comic life still continues... Lucky me.
Well, Dora is over with and Mazy does not have allot of music to keep Emily happy so I better go... Until next time people....
Tax season is here people and being that I am a Marine's wife I feel the need to get everything done ahead of time. Being that I am also a Marine's wife the motto for the Corps also comes into play " Hurry up and Wait"... I am not going to get into the long drawn out story version but let me tell ya people this is just another example of life... I get to the tax center on Base (Mistake number 1), bright and early at 8:30 am with my toddler in tow... 11 am I am FINALLY seen after the dipshits working there finally figured out how to turn on their computers... After an hour of having my paperwork worked on the Sgt. tells me they can't do my taxes because I have rental property... Ummm, you might have mentioned that to me in the beginning when I told you I had paperwork from my real estate office regarding my house that I rent... DUH!
So, anyway he goes and gets his Capt. to talk with me since I am clearly getting annoyed... She comes in and says they can not do my taxes. So I say to her " So, what you are telling me is that I have been here since 8:30 for nothing"... Being that most people do not talk to people like that with shiny things on the collars she was a little taken back and just stared at me with a dumbass look on her face. Then she stated that they would do it and I told her I would be back after I fed my daughter lunch... A half hour later I am back and still nothing... 3 PM comes around and still nothing.... At that point after being there for almost 7 hours I was done. Emily was turning into the toddler monster and I was on the verge of having a brain explosion.... never mind a heart attack. Do you know how hard it is to keep a 21 month old happy in a crappy little office for that length of time? Let me tell after 3 hours I didn't give a shit any more. I let Em go wherever the hell she felt like.... The Capt.'s office to play, sure why not? You want to bang on the Sgt's Wall locker? Sure, no problem... You want to run up and down the hallway where people are trying to work on taxes? Sure, I don't give a shit, go ahead.... You get the picture. An eye for an eye I say... They were wasting mine and Emily's time so in my eyes they were paying the wrath for that!! So, to put an ending to this oh so fun story my taxes never got filed and I wasted just about 7 hours at a fucking tax center run by a bunch of dumbasses.... So, Thank you Aunt Judy for agreeing to do them for me, they are in the mail!!
So.... As you can see my comic life still continues... Lucky me.
Well, Dora is over with and Mazy does not have allot of music to keep Emily happy so I better go... Until next time people....