I’ve just finished my taxes and am getting ready to send in my check (electronic payment incurs a fee — no, government, I won’t pay you to send you my money). Came across this gem on the voucher instructions:
IRS Payment Voucher: No checks of $100 million or more accepted. The IRS can’t accept a single check (including a cashier’s check) for amounts of $100,000,000 ($100 million) or more. If you are sending $100 million or more by check, you will need to spread the payments over two or more checks, with each check made out for an amount less than $100 million.
As an INFJ, I spend a lot of time gathering information and intel (consciously and sub so), and also analyzing/questioning/pondering, etc. I do a lot of this silently so most people wouldn’t notice my brain is constantly playing 20 questions / 1,000,000 answers. Sometimes, though, my brain gives me a break and I only think, like, half as much as usual and contemplate silly things that make me laugh. Lucky you, today is that day.
Starbucks holiday cups have arrived! And I’m sure there are people complaining that they’re not Christmas-y enough.
I’ve meditated about this, and I thought I heard a thought, from whence I know not:
And Jesus said, “Let My people have their festive cups, and may they runeth over. And, if they make one in My image, to celebrate My birthday, let the image be a hologram in which My beard appears / disappears with the heat of the blessed coffee.”
I’m surprised I allowed myself to be confused for so long. After other things that have happened here, it should have been crystal clear to me what the answer was. Not only that, at this point I think I should quit my day job and enter the military as a code breaker. I have an untapped skill set I could use for good and it would save me from dealing with this moronitude any longer.
What day is it? I was off yesterday so it can’t possibly be anything other than Monday, right? The stain on my shirt that I didn’t notice this morning until I was already at work and the wacky things that are happening make it feel like it’s Monday.
Unofficial Rorschach test results of my stain indicate it’s Australia, but it’s upside-down. Well, that just fits with the chaos of the day, which some nice person just told me is Thursday. Well, that’s good. That means tomorrow’s Friday and the weekend is just a sweaty summer day away!
Speaking of away, have you ever been around people whose every single thing they do turns into chaos? I feel like I’m circling the drain with them and trying to find something to hold on to. No! I’m Jack and/or Rose! And I’m on the back of Titanic waiting for it to submerge and I start kicking and kicking to get to safety. No wonder I’m exhausted.
How do people function like this? (Answer: they don’t.) Chaos should be a rare event, not a way of life, people. I’m too close to just sit back with a box of popcorn and watch. Must. Create. Distance.
Speaking of popcorn, check out some of the comedy stylings of Tig Notaro, she who’s comedy I enjoyed on my midweek day off yesterday. Sure, I America-d, since it was July 4th, but how much fun can one have knowing that normal bedtimes are in effect since work looms the very next day? Note to the holiday people: three-day weekend or not at all. AmIRight?
This random post brought to you by a midweek holiday that makes me confused about what day it is and chaos surrounding me that’s attempting to keep me from knowing which way is up.
Just. Keep. Laughing.
P.S. The shirt is black and the stain is only visible when I look down at myself, not in a mirror reflection, so there’s that.
I’m little and I play piano and, when wanting to join the band, the director suggests percussion. Visions of me playing all the instruments in that section that utilize my piano experience dance in his head. I go along, because the one drummer is really cute. Continue reading “A to Z: Xylophone”→
Today is the 8-week Injur-versary from when I fell down, go boom at the roller rink. As you may remember (bear with me — I’m telling the newbies!), I fractured my distal radius and was in a hard, yet removable-after-4-weeks cast for 6 weeks, then a soft brace when I worked and slept until this past weekend. What a strange, weird, interesting experience this has been. I know I still have weeks to go until I have full use of my left extremity again, but I think 8 weeks is a good time to look back at Bone Break 2017.
I just put pain-relieving cream on my neck and left shoulder area. I’m an athlete, always moving, who took it too far? Oh, no. I hurt myself by holding a book whilst sitting in my car at the park for a while, followed by an hour-long phone call during which I held the phone’s receiver between my right shoulder and ear, instead of my hand, with my head up straight.
I put pain reliever on my body because of a book, a bucket seat, and an old-school landline phone.
At least this injury took some doing. I remember a few years ago when I pulled a leg muscle stretching before getting out of bed, and the time I worked a temp job that didn’t appreciate employees’ need for a chair with arms and an ergonomic mouse set up, causing legitimate back pain from my arm dangling for hours as I clicked.
This latest “injury,” and I’m using that term loosely, is simply caused by the fact that my muscles and body are no longer easy to abuse (not that this qualifies by any stretch of the imagination — which is stretching I wouldn’t do lest I injure my imagination as well). And why can’t I sit in an uncomfortable position holding a book for hours and cradle a phone receiver with my shoulder? Because I’m no longer a youngin’.
*in my whispy old-timer voice* I remember when I could stay up all night, falling asleep during summer breaks at 6 a.m. and waking at noon feeling refreshed. Now, I’m lucky if I stay awake past 11 on Friday night. Back in the day, I could half-hang off the couch, upsidedown, and read for hours. Now, I need my reading glasses, which I often can’t find, and apparently a back pillow and frequent breaks to rest my eyes, my arms, and my neck. And yeah, it wouldn’t have been an issue had I used my newfangled 21st century cell phone (of course, that will give me brain cancer, but at least my neck wouldn’t hurt, eh). But I like my Princess phone and the landline sounds better (still).
Am I truly old? No. But obviously I’m on my way. How old am I? I’m I pull neck muscles holding a book in my car and a phone with my shoulder old. I’m I have to take antacid before eating (and often the morning after eating) Buffalo chicken wings old. And now I’m I complain about my aches and pains old.
I’m too young for my AARP card or to start buying that insurance that only covers funerals. But my body’s making me feel like I’m half-dead sometimes. *sigh*
Speaking of time, what time is it? 3:30? Oh, I have to start getting ready for the early bird special at 4. Ooh! Buffalo wings *pops an antacid*