3/5/13

The tax man cometh. (If only he WERE made of marshmallow...)


"What I did on my spring break." (Two days isn’t TECHNICALLY a spring break.  It was more like a, um, a spring two minute time-out, so to speak.)



by Vodkamom


On the first day of Spring Break I was recovering from having my @$$ kicked by an incredibly smart and active class of first graders who apparently found the chink in my armor and KILLED me with an arrow straight through my patience on Friday.  I tried to give myself mouth to mouth, since I am now alone again and have to fend for myself, but it didn’t work out so well.  Oh sure, I’m alive, but it took several thousand ounces of, um, tea and a few days to recover from THAT.

Second, apparently the power company inadvertently charged me an inordinate amount of money on my power bill, which was electronically debited from my account because I’m trying to be responsible and have all my bills paid on the proper DUE DATE.  I might have been sobbing uncontrollably on the phone to an incredibly wonderful operator at East Penn Power.  After a long drawn out conversation and investigation, the problem was fixed and my account was credited that amount; or at least it will be.  SOON.

Then?  Wasn’t I surprised when on MONDAY my kind Credit Union called to say that the IRS had FROZEN ALL my accounts due to unpaid taxes for a certain year.  Apparently they wanted four THOUSAND dollars.   HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.    Imagine my SHOCK and surprise, as I have spent the last two and half years trying my best to fix all that has been broken, and pay each and every bill that has come my way.  I have collected cans, taken clothes to the consignment shop, sold just about everything that has any value on Craigslist, and done everything in my power to right a sinking ship.

I spent a good amount of time on the phone with an INCREDIBLY wonderful IRS agent (I know.  I KNOW! They DO exist!) who ignored my sobbing and spoke to me in a kind and incredible way.  Ultimately, he faxed the bank to take care of the freeze, outlined for me exactly what needed to happen, and sent me on my way.  Sure, my eyes were swollen shut from, oh, a few tears, but I was so thankful for his help.

Lastly, I’ve spent three hours with a brilliant accountant at H&R Block who is incredibly thankful that she won’t have to see me for another 365 days.   She kicked @$$, and sent me home to enjoy the last night of spring break on my couch, with a few less worries.


Now, if someone can tell me why life has to kick my ass every SINGLE day, I would be more than happy to listen.  In the meantime, pass the vodka.  I need a @)#(*!&!^#^  drink.


16 comments:

Gigi said...

Passing the bottle, no excuse me, the case and a few thousand hugs.

Why does life HAVE to be SO hard sometimes?

misty said...

When it rains it pours! Sending a huge hug and a cyber gallon of Vodka.

Vodka Mom said...

I am laughing at the universe, and KNOW that there is a light. I am WALKING towards the light.....


carrying a bottle of vodka.....

Sue said...

Girl, I've been there, done that, more times that I want to remember! I always try to think of it as a "test"! And then one day, I decided I've had enough of these f**king tests! Nothing changed, but I did decide I had enough! So, I just take life a day at a time, hope for the best, and deal with the worse. You will be fine my friend, I promise!

Sue

ChiTown Girl said...

Wait, WHAT?!?! I need to stop reading the labels. I'm kinda freakin' out over here and I'm hoping I'm just reading more into things than there really is. Please, please, please tell me I am...

Japolina said...

Hugs to you vodkamom

Kyddryn said...

I have not a drop of liquor in the Casa, darlin', but there's a truly decadent and possibly deadly piece of home made chocolate cake with home made chocolate frosting on it just waitin' for you to come claim it...unless I eat it, in which case, should you occasion to meander through Redneck Central I will bake one anew.

Meanwhile, for what it's worth, in my mind I am hugging you.

Shade and Sweetwater,
K

Brian Miller said...

i am hung up on the fact it is spring break for you...and its snowing outside for me...and i am off tomorrow because of it...ha....

and i got my contract for next year....woot.

so what i am trying to say is thanks for taking the lumps so my life can be good....smiles...

hugs

Cora said...

Ugh. I just saw the labels. I'm SO sorry for all of this. :-(

One crazed mommy said...

I feel your pain - I've had the IRS freeze my account twice in the past couple years - my hubby used to be in real estate, until the economy...well, houses didn't sell for a while, so we were behind in taxes (and still are) -luckily I have talked to the same kind person at the IRS, who took care of it quickly. It stinks, and is really scary when it happens - big hugs! I hope things start to turn around for you!

Anonymous said...

NNNoooooooo!!! I'm so sorry about you and Mr. Darcy, it was such a wonderful story and he seemed to treat you so well. Perhaps in time, when he has time for a relationship, you can pick up where you left off!!!

Alissa said...

I'm so sorry to hear about your relationship- was so hopeful.

I hope the spousal support ends soon for you...think of all the extra money you will have then!!!!

SanH said...

So sorry for everything, but I am sure you will be all right! *Sending hugs*

Scope said...

Don't go toward the light!

And things really need to start falling your way.

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Ann said...

I am sorry! So, so sorry. You deserve good things to come your way and they will. As for the shot to your patience...been there. Actually, been there every day this week. I love them. I do! But if I hear my name one more time today I just might change it!