So very many women need to read this, memorize it, and LEARN FROM IT.
That age old phrase “Change is good” may be abolished this year with the many new reforms and adjustments being made across the board. As with any election year, 2014 promises to be a year of promises, widespread debate, and of course, discussions about tax reforms and more questionable assurances that everything will be “oh so great” if we just vote for x instead of y. What does this mean for actual tax reform? Not a single thing. The last time tax reforms were truly run through the gauntlet was in 1986.
After nearly 30 years, you would think the general public would begin to realize that such major reforms to the US Tax Code are not as likely to happen as candidates would love for them to believe. Yet every year, regardless of this simple fact, taxpayers hang on the words of “wisdom” spewed by each player in the game, praying for some small tidbit of truth in their words.
Does this mean that no changes have or will be made? Of course not. It would be foolish to say nothing has changed when considering the new health care requirements, which by the way will affect taxpayers in the coming years with, get this, FINES for not purchasing a healthcare plan! However, should we expect any kind of “miracles” to be accomplished by the many legislators vying to keep their positions of power? No.
Now you may be asking “What does health care reform have to do with my taxes?” and that is understandable. After all, who would expect that a new nation wide health care system would have a negative effect on their taxes? Everyone with a shred of understanding in regards to how government works of course.
With the new health care reform comes the lovely mandated health care that every single American must purchase if they do not currently hold private health care insurance through the big names such as Blue Cross Blue Shield, Humana, and Unitedhealth Group. What happens if they do NOT purchase coverage? They will discover a deduction from their tax return in an amount up to $285 per family. While this amount may not sound like much, it is a kick in the pants to those families who already cannot afford coverage of any kind, including the nationally offered coverage.
This year being an election year, you can easily see why candidates are going to be touting a great deal of tax changes, especially with the most recent reforms directly affecting taxes in such a bold manner. This year will be no different from any other, but taxpayers should pay closer attention to the words of their candidates given the many changes that we’ve so blindly liked or disliked without any real research into how they would affect our futures. America has become so deadened to these silver-tongued wolves and their speeches that we’ve given them the power to simply speak out of both sides of their mouths without consequence.
This year, give those wolves some rotten meat to chew on. When they spout the usual “I intend to fight for x changes on x subjects to improve the lives of my voters.”, give them a nice dose of reality and ask them if they are willing to sign an air-tight contract. After all, if you’re going to risk your taxes and paychecks for them, they should be willing to risk theirs for you. Just don’t be surprised when they change the subject.
And this is exactly what gives me hope for my fellow humans. I finally know I am not alone in realizing that The South truly does make life seem a bit more sane (or at least sanity doesn’t seem to be a requirement) and that family and holidays do NOT go together well!
There’s a yard sign I’ve seen around the internet that says something to the effect of how in The South we don’t hide our crazy. We put it out on the porch and give it a cocktail. There’s a reason for that, but it has less to do with embracing eccentricity and more the fact that there’s only so many people a house can hold. Not that the porch is really any better. Getting all your crazy kin out there with cocktails only ensures the porch will collapse and kill all your dogs.
My cousin Sharon says that while she wasn’t born in The South, she got here as soon as she could…
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Sometimes all it takes is the good will of one person to change the entire situation of another.
Louise Redden, a poorly dressed lady with a look of defeat on her face, walked into a grocery store.
She approached the owner of the store in a most humble manner and asked if he would let her charge a few groceries.
She softly explained that her husband was very ill and unable to work, they had seven children and they needed food.
John Longhouse, the grocer, scoffed at her and requested that she leave his store at once.
Visualizing the family needs, she said: ‘Please, sir! I will bring you the money just as soon as I can.’
John told her he could not give her credit, since she did not have a charge account at his store.
Standing beside the counter was a customer who overheard the conversation between the two The customer walked forward and told the grocer that he would stand good for whatever she needed…
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As I sit here this morning, drinking my pot of Instant Human, I’ve started to think about things that normally I would let slide past without the blink of an eye. The really big questions. Ones like “Why DO my ex-in-laws insist on me showing up for holidays when they know I’m a hermit?” and “How exactly can sour cream go sour?”.
In addition to these questions, there is one that has bothered me for nearly a year now. When we write, we are putting our heart and soul into what we say. We are giving away part of our soul on the chance that someone out there will see our thoughts for what they are and appreciate the gift.
This leads me to wonder about a few things. In today’s NOW society, where people expect instant gratification, how can we write about subjects like school art programs, future funding cuts by governments, or even saving the planet, without a twinge of doubt?
Those with the NOW attitude do not want to hear about actions whose effects they may never witness. Saving the planet will take generations of effort. The NOW generation will be long gone when any significant changes become obvious. They won’t see the effects of government funding cuts on Arts programs and the like, because by the time a major amount of damage occurs, they will have passed on to another world.
We all want to make an impact in the world. Whether that is changing one life or thousands, however, when the current generation is one that prefers instant change, why do we continue to give away pieces of our soul knowing that we cannot give what they seek?
The proof of this NOW generation is out there, everywhere you look. For example, there are thousands of articles on ways to save energy, save resources, and even Do It Yourself methods for having cleaner water in your home. However, the percentage of people who actually APPLY these ideas is nearly NIL. So why on God’s green Earth do we keep trudging forward, placing even more of our tips, hints, and helpful thoughts out there?
This entire subject has led me to believe that we are quite possibly the last people to own rose-colored glasses. Do I honestly believe that maybe someone is out there who just MIGHT listen to my suggestions? Sure. There must be at least one off-balance, caffeine dependent person left out there who understands my moody, sarcastic, yet sometimes useful thoughts. However, do I believe the NOW generation is likely to do very much with the words I write? Nope. Not a bit (well, perhaps there is a tiny sliver of belief in there, but it’s gasping for air).
So, as I sit here, trying to come up with something, some subject that might make people THINK today, I am fully conscious that I just might be relying on the few surviving Hippies, Throwbacks, and Outlaws left in the world. Why? Simply because I’m pretty darn sure they are the last few who don’t expect an answer NOW and are willing to take the time to think about how much of their own souls they have given away over the years.
As for me, I’ll continue to give away pieces of my soul, in the form of caffeine-riddled thoughts, and hope that maybe, just maybe, at least here on WP, there are still some other patient people willing to let go of NOW and invest in “Remember When” and “If I Do This My Kids Will Be Able To….”.
Image credited to Me, Myself, and I, three of my favorite people, with minor credits going to Paint Shop Pro 9, my second love.
THIS right here is exactly why I love my kids. Without them, my naturally introverted nature would keep me from seeing all of the amazing things that I, myself, saw as a child. Well written and very much worth the read!
When I look at a patch of dandelions, I see a bunch of weeds that are going to take over my yard. My kids see flowers for Mom and blowing white fluff, you can wish on.
When I look at an old drunk and he smiles at me, I see a smelly, dirty person who probably wants money, and I look away. My kids see someone smiling at them, and they smile back.
When I hear music I love, I know I can’t carry a tune and don’t have much rhythm, so I sit self-consciously and listen. My Kids feel the beat and move to it. They sing out the words. If they don’t know them, they make up their own.
When I feel wind on my face, I brace myself against it. I feel it messing up my hair and pulling me back when I walk. My kids close…
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There are very few things in this world that truly annoy me. O.k., there are plenty, however most of them seem to hit midday when I am too busy to notice them. However, it’s those few, those brave, foolish few, that hit before I’ve had my coffee that truly cheese me off.
The Short List
1. Being Misquoted – This one simple thing can push my buttons faster than any other. Being the well-known mediator for friends and family, there is NOTHING I despise more than being misquoted. Whether it is a couple who’ve asked for advice and fling the wrong things at each other after the fact, or someone stating I’ve made a comment that I simply have not made; this type of situation is the worst possible occurrence before I’ve had my coffee. It brings forth my inner RAWR! like no other action can do.
2. Perky Morning People – I love my children, truly I do. Why? It’s simple. They have the ability to be those calm, non-stress inducing beings in the morning who do not ruffle the feathers of those who are not-so-cheery in the morning. Perky morning people, if encountered before that first cup of Instant Human, drive me to bite, snap, and generally show those vampyric “Eww sunlight!” features that I try so very hard to hide. For the love of all that is caffeinated, give me til noon you bright-eyed and bushy-tailed do gooders!
3. Construction Work – There is a solid understanding between myself and the local city workers in my town. You simply do NOT show up on or near my property before at least 10 a.m. and start jack hammering, drilling, or otherwise causing a ruckus. So when the oh-so-lovely road construction began on the highway next to our town, the newbies learned quickly WHY those city workers were laughing at them one morning.
Headed down the street towards my home with their tree trimming equipment, jack hammers, road graders, and other sorts of noise bearing equipment, they must have thought they were being ridiculed for the early hours they kept. They soon found that this was not the case.
I suppose I really shouldn’t have threatened to set the dog loose on them (she’s not truly vicious, but she barks a LOT and jerks the end of her chain, so she sure looks mean!); and it really wasn’t very nice of me when I dumped an entire truck load of topsoil on top of the line they were supposed to dig up the next day (they had to leave when the village hall notified them they hadn’t filed all of their paperwork… oops!). However, I did offer a peace offering on the their third attempt to complete their work.
Having a kitchen full of workers drinking coffee is much more pleasant at 7 a.m. than listening to their equipment, though I may be the guilty party responsible for their projects in town taking FAR more than the two weeks they had planned (I call it protecting the sanity and sleep of our townsfolk, others call it meddling).
4. Chasing the dog – I love that mutt to bits and pieces in spite of her neurotic behavior, but bailing out the door at stupid o’clock, forcing me to chase her with a nearly three year old toddler on my hip is simply NOT acceptable before I’ve even had the chance to SMELL my coffee brewing. Bad dog, bad bad dog. Bear in mind, this is the same dog whose doghouse is constructed as follows:
- Real shingles on a solid roof inset with concrete to keep in in place during storms
- Real walls which are insulated with proper rolled house insulation
- The rubber protective bed mat from my own truck underneath the dog house to ensure a dry night’s sleep
- two of my own fuzzy blankets with silk edging for those chilly nights
- An interior light (yes a real one, with wiring to the garage) to ensure she can see her path to the doghouse
- Two winter horse blankets dedicated to those truly cold winter nights if needed (shush, I realize she has fur)
5. Vehicle Problems – Although I love my truck… I do NOT love waking up to find that I have to WORK on my truck. Thus I have learned to avoid leaving the house for any reason before I’ve had coffee. This saves me the trouble of blurting several inappropriate words and phrases the entire length of the walkway back to the house. It also saves my neighbors undue stress, considering the last time I chose to work on my truck at an ungodly hour, I did so in my pajamas. Apparently pajama shorts and a camisole are not the appropriate uniform for early morning mechanic work. Go figure.
I’m sure most of you can relate to the annoyance of each of these instances. Imagine your annoyance, then add in a lack of caffeine, lack of morning humor of ANY kind, and drop in a good dose of moody hermitism (shush, I know that is not a real word). I swear, some days the phrase “Good morning” should be banned.
And how did my morning go today? Truck problems, an overly cheerful neighbor, and two family members who felt the need to call me at o-dark thirty to complain about what someone else said. All before the oh-so-frapsing lovely hour of 9 a.m., yay me! I hope to high heaven that the rest of your days go better than mine started out. If not, then I promise to help you find places to bury the bodies.