So Many Balls

Again with the dirty minds…

I feel as if I have 4,822 balls in the air.

 

I have my normal part time job, I am starting a business with a friend, I am trying to write again, Christmas, Kids, Grocery Shopping, Flat tire, Fractured Rib…

I’m going to stop right there.

Let me explain.  I went to the doctor yesterday for this horrible pain in my side.  After my evaluation, she said I have either a separated muscle in my rib cage, or a fractured rib. When my PA asked how this could happen, I explained that a couple of weeks back, there was an entire week that I woke up coughing. Coughing and hacking as if I was trying to regurgitate Satan himself from my lungs. And one morning I felt a *pop.*  She looked me in the eye and said, “You’re going to need to come up with a better story than that.  That is the most boring way I have ever heard to break a rib.”

We decided that I am going to stick with either;  I was running into a burning building to save the elderly and some puppies and in my sheer determination to save lives I managed to break a rib.  Or she said, just blame it on a bar fight.  Anything but your boring cough.

She laughed, I laughed, then I screamed bloody murder with pain from the hot molten knife that was twisting in my side.

 

Good times.

Today is better.  But not great.  I still went to work, I still did laundry, I still cleaned up and I will still do all the things.  But I will not be doing anything strenuous in nature for the next two weeks.  So the bungee jumping extravaganza clearly needs to be rescheduled.

Bummer.

I am still hanging in there.

2016, you won’t take me alive!

As Always,
Woman on Pause

 

 

 

 

 

 

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IRS Hangover

Part 1.- Kinda…

Recap, click above.

We were assigned a “Taxpayer Advocate” and were told that we did check one box on the “New HealthCare Credit” box incorrectly.  Which is fine.  Except it cut our return in half.  But that is fine too.

So, why did it take one woman, our Taxpayer Advocate, 4.6 minutes to figure this out but the IRS itself has had 118 days (and counting) and STILL isn’t sure what’s going on.

Whatever. It’s better than, “Well maam, you have to wait 6 weeks for us to not respond. Then send a letter saying we didn’t respond.  Then we have 9 weeks to review your letter and then respond.”

Wha….

Bite me.

IRS

So in light of all of this and some other sticky messy life things going on, I have decided to focus on my health.  (I really wish you could all see the look on my face as I eat this apple while typing.)

It is a snarl.  An actual snarl.

I have quit smoking, walked 2 miles this morning before 9am, and am going to stop filling my face hole with twinkie type products and buckets full of pasta.  I am currently marinating chicken boobies to grill up later and put over a salad. Yep, if I’m getting healthy, I’m taking the entire family with me.

I don’t have a weight goal per se.

I am trying to fix the problem area I can only describe as, “Chantix is killing my sleep so I am comfort eating while consuming massive amounts of caffeine and I feel like a 10 day old vat of unchanged grease at the Captain D’s.”

It’s like the Paleo diet but with less bragging.

Kale

So to recap:
No cigarettes
No junk food
No Sleep
No IRS Return

Wish me luck.

Or just wish I don’t murder someone (With my biting wit.) Yeah, that’s what I meant.

 

As Always,

Woman on Pause

 

 

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