The Tax System Defies Logic

I just signed off on my 07 tax returns. Can someone please explain to me how I can be receiving a federal refund in the amount of $9700.00, and a state refund in the amount of a measely $52.00 ??? How can this be?! Is it any wonder they call this TAXACHUSETTS?

And while I'm at it, I'm sad to say that my presidential candidate: doesn't stand a snowball's chance in hell to win the nomination (I think)... but if you ask me, anybody who wants to abolish the IRS is alright in my book!

Which brings me to a humorous anecdote: Last Tuesday was Super Tuesday, as we all know. I was 2 states away at a meeting, and realizing (too late) that I hadn't done an absentee ballott, drove the hour and a half home to vote for my candidate (see above.)

I live in a small Massachusetts town, where local politics are as crooked as Lomard St , and where the Kennedy's are revered, and Camelot is still alive & well. My town is so Democrat, they can't even pronounce the word Republican. Well anyway, I have always been a registered Unaffiliated voter. (I don't like being pigeon-holed)

So I walk into the town ambulance garage where the polling is going on, and I'm greeted by two ladies whose combined age must have totalled 180. There were town policemen hanging around (apparently to keep order and prevent the riots which were CERTAIN to break out as the seniors argued over Obama or Hillary), there were on duty EMTs sitting around, (in case one of said seniors got too carried away over the aforementioned Obama / Hillary debates), and there were your typical smattering of local politicians being completely smarmy with the voters.

Sooo, I approach the two ancient checkers-in, and proceed to ... uh, well... check in. As they check my address (which is how they check you in,) they see that I'm registered U - unaffiliated. Now, there are two stacks of ballots. Red ones (Democratic ticket) and blue ones (Republican ticket.) Being ever so dilligent, and taking her volunteered job very seriously, Old Lady #2 asks me, "Red or Blue?" AS SHE'S HANDING ME THE RED TICKET. To which I quite loudly snort, "Blue - REPUBLICAN!"

At this point, (and I kid you not,) ALL conversation ceased, and there was a very audible, completely in-sync GASSSSSSSSSP from throughout the room.

This pleased me beyond words.

I LIKE MIKE!

Just Stuff

So I decided to "name" my karaoke business. The official name is, "Mojo Karaoke." Zippy, no? And I even have a logo (which is on my business cards and banners) Whatcha think?

That thing is called a Voodoo Peacock. I thought it was befitting, seeing as there's times MW swears I'm workin' a root on him. If the truth be told, I SOOO wish I could work a root on him at times (and a handful of others too for that matter.)

Anyway, I had my eyes checked a few weeks ago. The results were no surprise. Yes, it's true - I'm blind. Just call me Mr. Magoo. So, I got new glasses... and not just any glasses. These mofo's are bifocals, turn grey outside, and are guaranteed not to scratch. They are ALL OF THAT and a bag of chips. Only trouble is, I can't see shit with them. I keep falling up stairs, and walking into the most inconvenient things (like chairs, and walls.) Lemme just put the record straight: According to me, bifocals S.U.C.K. mkay?

It's been 6+ months since my complete hystorectomy. I'm here to tell you that, once you have this surgery done, there ain't nothin' you can do about it - you're gonna gain weight. Period. I have now gained 10 lbs, and beat me with a stripper's pole, but I just cannot get rid of it. It makes me quite cranky.

Things around here are for the most part, status quo. I'm still supporting my brother, still working 2 jobs, 7 days a week to do so, still wondering why I ever agreed to take MW back, because you see, HE is still status quo too. But that is for another post, when I have all day to capture everything.

Meanwhile, join me in a Mimosa, (or slam back a toddy of your choice) because I'm going to go tie one on. Right Now!

Cheers

What Book Are You ?

You're Cat's Cradle!

by Kurt Vonnegut

You believe quite firmly that free will deserted you long ago and far
away. As a result, it's hard to take responsibility for anything. Even though you show
great potential as a leader of a small 3rd world country, the choices are all made ahead
of time. You're rather fond of games involving string. Your fear of nuclear weaponry is
trumped only by your fear of ice.


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