Thursday, May 27, 2010
Bigger dogs usually live 10-11 years. I awoke yesterday with a sadness, knowing that I only have a couple of years left with my Rye Pie. I don't know what I will do the day I lose him. It' won't be pretty.
So yes, Riley had a birthday, yes, we made him feel special, but I would have rather the day didn't come. I don't want him to be eight, I want him to be two.
Happy Birthday, Riley, your birthday Antler chew should be here soon! God, please let the next few years go SLLLLLLLLOOOOOW!
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
She then shared a story with me that boiled my blood. I was telling her how it amazes me the number of salons that either don’t have the proper licensing or do things that their licenses don’t allow. Then, we got on the subject of sales tax. In PA, you must have a Sales Tax License to sell anything that is taxable. Period.
I was told a story of how a business, who was open for quite some time, sold retail, here and there and diligently collected the 6% sales tax. Problem was, the business never applied for a Sales Tax License. Guess what? No license number? No way to pay the tax.
Did this business owner think, “Gee, I need to pay my sales tax that I’ve collected!” Nope, they just feigned stupidity and POCKETED ALL OF THAT MONEY! Yes, my dear readers, they gave themselves a raise on YOUR DIME!
When the bookkeeper questioned why they hadn’t paid the taxes, the response was “We collected the tax and didn’t know that you had to turn it in.” Are you fucking kidding me? So, you just give yourself a 6% increase! No one can be that STUPID.
They are not stupid, folks. They are crooks. Every small business that you go into, you should ask to see their Sales Tax License, if it is not displayed, like it is required to be. Also, check the date that the license was issued. Then ask yourself, did I pay sales tax or did I give the business owner a little bonus?
Posted by The Purple Pinkie at 8:54 AM
Saturday, May 22, 2010
It all started with her 2006 taxes, which were the first ones I had to complete and file for her as Power of Attorney. Each year, 2006, 2007, 2008 and most recentely, 2009, I have attached the Power of Attorney paperwork to her return, since she can't sign the return due to her brain injury and the injury to her arm from the IV infiltration.
Each tax year, the return gets sent back to me saying that they need EITHER her signature OR if a POA is signing, they need a copy of the original POA paperwork. Well hello, Dumbshits, you received that paperwork with the return. Every. Single. Year. I have to send it twice.
2008 taxes started the nightmare. I mailed them in April 2009. July 2009, I got them returned to me as usual. I sent again with second copy of POA. September 2009, I got them returned AGAIN, so I sent it them a THIRD copy. Imagine my annoyance when April 12, 2010, I get them returned for the third time. I am hotter than a hornet now.
So, I went to the nursing home and had my poor mother try to sign her return with a pen in her mouth. It was the equivilent of a scribble, but hey, they want her f'n signature. I then typed them the following letter:
To Whom It May Concern:
Here we go AGAIN. For the third year after my mother’s brain injury, you once again are insisting that this woman sign a tax return that she owes entirely no taxes on. Each year, I have sent you the Power of Attorney paperwork listing myself as medical and financial POA. This past year I had to send it AGAIN twice, along with a letter explaining that my mother is disabled, with a brain and arm injury and living in a nursing home. Now, you are still insisting on a “mark” from her.
I wish I could have video taped the poor woman holding a pen in her mouth, trying to make this mark. How humiliating. I would like you to know once again, this woman has NO USE of her hands, actually at the end of this month, fingers are going to be amputated. YES, I said amputated.
When someone is living on disability and lives in a nursing home and all of their funds go to the nursing home except $45 for personal items (which doesn’t buy much), and owes NO TAXES and files a ZERO return for three years in a row, it is ridiculous that you require this woman to sign this return with her mouth. Why on Earth do I have POA paperwork to begin with?
You need to look into your policies. As an only child, taking care of all of my mother’s affairs, medical and financial , on my own, this is just an unneeded thing that I shouldn’t have to deal with.
The Bitch you are really PISSING OFF!
Okay, I didn't sign it that way, but still. So you see, this is a zero return. She owes nothing. She doesn't get a refund.
Fast forward to last week and I get a check in the mail. It is made out to:
MY NAME, Claimant
MY MOM's NAME, Decsd
DECSD. I was pretty sure that meant deceased. So I called. I was right. Somehow, some douchebag decided that my mother was dead. It seems as though my mom qualified for the $300 stimulus money that President Bush handed out for 2008. The IRS guy told me to try to cash the check. He said if I have any trouble cashing it, I need to return it and in 8-10 weeks they will reissue another. It doesn't really matter, the nursing home is gong to take that money anyway.
He then told me that they sent a letter two weeks ago about my mother being deceased. I have not gotten it. He said when I do, to send it back with a letter explaining that my mother is alive.
So, as if I don't have enough bullshit to deal with, with my mother, I now have to work with the IRS to bring her back to life. Bastards. Does anyone do their job anymore and further, do it well? And we want these people running our health care system....................
Friday, May 21, 2010
Wednesday, I stopped in the salon before my first client. My goal was to package up some nail tips and send them to a competitior in California, who was looking for some ideas for a competition. I had envelope in hand, but luckily, I got side tracked and was in mid conversation with Kylie, when the salon door opened. I looked out and saw and guy and a girl and I greeted them and asked if I could help them.
The girl just gave me this sly grin. My mind started racing.......I knew that face, but who was she? A past client? My long lost cousin? Think! Think!
And then it hit me! Maggie Freakin' Franklin from Visalia, California! Now my exact words were a little more expletive, those who know me know I can give a trucker a run for his money.... I gave Maggie the biggest hug and then I attacked the "BF" Matt. (That's what Maggie refers to him as in her blogs)
Matt has family in PA and they were visiting for the week. I guess they decided to make the drive over on Wednesday to surprise me and boy did they!!
I believe I met Maggie in person at the Orlando show in 2004. I was newer to the industry then and I was star struck and I am sure I was one of those gum poppers that annoyed the shit out of her that trip. Sorry Mags! Anyway, through the years, Maggie and I have had an online relationship. We have so much in common, we are both obsessed with nails, we are both bloggers and most importantly, we both love to stir a good pot. Sometimes that pot is filled with shit.......you get the idea.
Maggie and I just settled in and started talking and sharing and comparing notes and stories for a good hour before my first client arrived. It was like a sneak preview of what will happen in two weeks in Orlando, when nail tech's like Maggie and I all take over a condo building and just live, eat, breathe and sleep nails for a weekend.
Thank you so much for the surprise Maggie! Lynn Lammers, sorry, your nail tips were delayed a day, but it was MAGGIE, at The Purple Pinkie!!!!
Now everyone go put on clean underwear...
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
My first project was recovering my beloved swing cusions. I love my swing, but those cushions got ugly. Add to the fact that they don't repel water and we get LOTS of rain, made for me having a wet butt more often than I like. So, I purchased some new fabric to recover the cushions.
Next up.......I think I still have enough fabric left for an apron. Stay tuned for photos!
Oh and hey Martha......you got nothing on me, girl!
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Her heart rate elevated when they were bringing her out of anesthesia so as a precaution, they put her in ICU. She is still there and should be going to a regular room soon. I don't mind ICU, she gets individual attention there.
One thing in honoring my mother today, I remember what a strong woman she was. She was married to an abusive man, who was an alcoholic and drug abuser. She stood up for herself and her child and left him. She was a single mother. She did the best that she could and I would say she was successful. Look at me. It's because of her.
I am amazed that 40 some years later, there are women that are still controlled by the men that are supposed to love them. They don't have any friends because they aren't allowed. They are told what to do, where to go, when to do things. Their lives are totally controlled. That is absolute horse shit.
I am thankful that Mr. Bruises is not that kind of man. Let's face it, if he was, he wouldn't be Mr. Bruises, like my mother, I would have moved on. That's one of the many things that she taught me.
Thanks Mom. I love you. Happy Mother's Day.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
We left Ford City at noon, headed to Rural Valley for the event. We met up with Sherry, Alexis and pooches Crosby and Kya at Sheetz and made our way to the track. It was funny to watch Crosby with is head hanging out of the window the entire trip!
Once at the track, we unloaded all of the dogs and it was at this point, I was surprised how easy my two were to handle on a double leash. I totally didn’t give them the credit that they deserved. Amanda and Dawson arrived with the ever, cool, Ringo and our party of five adults and five dogs was complete.
The event started with a blessing of the dogs. The walk then started with cancer survivors first, both human and canine. Canine survivors received a special gift! The boys really enjoyed the walk. Dawson was handling Riley, since I describe him as a “Marshmallow”, really no trouble at all. Dawson quickly became attached to Travis and ended up taking him around the track two more times throughout the day!
When it was game time, Travis and I played Musical Sit, which is like musical chairs but when the music stops, the dog must sit. We made it three rounds until he hesitated and we were disqualified. I then put him in the jumping contest. Travis has never jumped anything on command, so it was no surprise when he refused to jump the pole and knocked it down. We still had fun, even though we were losers!
I think the funniest part of the day was the 50/50 drawing. They tied every ticket to a doggie treat and scattered them on the lawn. The plan was to have a dog pick the winner. Well, after about six dogs wondered around HUNDREDS of bones Crosby finally licked one and that was declared the winner. Not sure what kind of treats those were, but the dogs pretty much gave them two paws down!
It was a fun afternoon with my boys and other dog lovers. If a Bark For Life is happening in your area, I highly encourage you to hit it up!
Posted by The Purple Pinkie at 12:32 PM