Taxes--Part 1 of 2

It's that time of year again. TAXES.  I usually wait until the last possible minute. Do I hate them? Yes, I do. But, they're a necessary evil.

Wait, what was that word I used? Evil?

I was looking through some Ebay postings to see if I could find a picture of an old mid-century tax form to put on this post. Well, I did find some, but I came across something else that I thought was pretty funny. Apparently, I'm not the first to use the word "evil" in association with the word "taxes" (nor the last, I'm sure).

Look at this:

Source

In 1957 a man named Frank Chodorov wrote this book.  The blurb on the auction says:

    "Frank Chodorov was an extraordinary thinker and writer, and hugely influential in the 1950s. This is his American classic that argues that the income tax, more than any other legislative change in American history, made it possible to violate individual rights that were at the core of the founding. He argues that income taxes are different from other forms because they deny the right of private property and presume government control over all things."

Well, how about that!  I bet that would be an interesting read. 

So, I'm doing taxes.  I've determined that, evil or not, I'm going to get them done, take advantage of any tax breaks that I can find, and learn what I SHOULD have done and keep notes for the 2012 tax year.   I'll share what I glean in the next post.

Are you done with your taxes?  HERE is how mine were going last year.  It seems that this year will be a shorter experience...

"Taxes." 'Nuff Said

(A few nights ago, while being held in the clutches of preparing our taxes, I attempted to bring a little comic relief to the situation. Now that I'm no longer sleep-deprived and grouchy, it's not nearly as funny as I found it to be when I wrote it. Perhaps, though, some other sleep-deprived and grouchy tax preparer needs to see it!)

It's tax time again. As an American citizen, I know that I need to pay taxes. I benefit from them, others benefit from them, and I don't mind paying them.

It's the paperwork that I hate!

Hate is a little strong. Let's say that I've been paying taxes for mumblemumble years and I've YET to have it go smoothly and easily. Well, maybe back in college when I was making nothing, but that was also mumblemumble years ago.

It usually takes me about three solid days of intense paper shuffling and organizing to get them all done to my satisfaction. Along with personal taxes, we own a contracting business and my husband is a part-time minister. At least we're not doing payroll like we've done in the past! The following is an excerpt from Day One of my shuffling and organizing:

(Psyching myself up) It's time. Just sit down and do it. Gather up the energy food (you know, sweet tea and sunflower seeds), and set the child to doing his homeschooling.

Shoot. The tea spilled. (Clean up on aisle 4!)

Son: Mama? Did you know that . . . (long-winded dissertation about the Alpha star in the constellation Cassiopeia) . . .

I glaze over, listening. OK, back to work.

First I'll type in December's customer invoices. Let's see, where did I leave off. APRIL??? What happened to the rest of the months' entries??? Nooooooooo! Yes, dear, all of the entries since April have disappeared.

Mama? That bird just ran into the window, but he's okay.

Mama? I'm hungry.

(We finished breakfast an hour ago, mind you. Where DOES he put all that food? He's not even a teenager yet! He'll have to get a job just to feed himself. If he does that, he'll have to pay taxes. Oh yes--the taxes.)

HOURS LATER: There! All the customers are back in the program. Now I can start the Schedule C information.

{ring} (dh calling): I'm on my way home. (Uh oh. I suppose these people are going to want to eat. Again.) Would you like me to bring something home for supper? (That husband of mine is a gem, I tell you. An absolute gem. Or, he just knows that there's no way supper would be ready with all this tax stuff!)

MIDNIGHT: Then I check the "alerts" in the program and . . . I'm . . . done!!!

(To husband): Honey? We have a bouncing, baby refund! Congratulations!