Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Tax Time Tax Time Tax Time

You make my head numb!  I love that statement from a popular commercial on TV.  Right now I am working on gathering my tax stuff so that we can get our taxes done in a few days. My head is definitely going numb. Yes it is early, but I have to due to my wonderful hubby's work schedule...it gets crazy for a little while.  I spoke with my tax lady the other day to ask a few questions and she told me how well organized I am.  HA!!!!  I laugh at that statement.  She obviously has not seen where I have been piling up all my receipts and tax forms.  You name the corner that's where I found it.  My only saving grace is that my memory is such that I can still remember which corners I stuffed them in.  When I lose that, THEN I am going to be in trouble.

It is absolutely insane how the tax system works.  I have sat down and read the IRS.gov website for multiple topics (haven't I told you I am a geek...if I haven't, yes, I am a geek), and it is so convoluted that I can not believe I actually took college courses with the intention of becoming an accountant.  I like money.  I also like saving money.  But this IRS stuff makes it not so fun that is for sure.  Maybe that is where I should start looking to dive into a career....how to make tax time a little less painful of a process.  Why can't we all just know that when tax time rolls around we all have to sit down and figure out if we have paid our flat rate of say, 15% taxes on our income for the year.  I think my calculator and I could handle figuring that out and letting the IRS know the answer to that.  I know I am oversimplifying things, but a girl can dream can't she?

This is what I think...I think that the government has lost track of who is doing what and when they are doing it.  There are too many chiefs and not enough little Indians.  Now I could go off on a big old rant about politics, but I will save that for another day.  All I want is for the government to make things a little simpler so that I don't have to carry a briefcase (okay a slight exaggeration, but it makes my point) to my tax lady to get my taxes done. 

Now I must get back to my piles of papers that are surrounding me and try to make sure I have everything I need to get this process done before the dogs coming tromping in here and smear them with mud and muck and whatever else is on their paws.  Like that hasn't happen to anyone else before....you know what I am talking about.

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