Boy, do I have some Tales to Tell...
Wednesday, March 07, 2012
 
Letting it go


...sign and done!  Thank goodness.

I just Fed Ex'ed my tax information to my tax accountant.  It's now in Fed Ex's hands (or trucks) then my tax accountant's.  I had to fill out a worksheet sent to me by him and attach all necessary documents.  I had four extra documents that I didn't know where to report.  But that's why I use a tax accountant.  Plus, I have so much more paperwork than ever.  All due to the fact that for the past two years, I have been putting money into various retirement accounts.  Mama is making sure she's got a nest egg.

I actually loved doing my taxes.  I am such a math geek that I find joy in making all the numbers happen.  All I ever cared was that I got something back.  As long as the Federal and State netted out to a return, I was happy.

The other thing I love is going to the dentist.  Which I did this morning.  I love the sound of the drill.  I love the feeling of having super clean teeth.  I especially love finding out that the issue I have been having is nothing that requires any type of surgery.  Just a result of some prior work that is not at all bad.  I just have to live with the fact that as I am getting older, some of my teeth are getting sensitive to temperature.  At least no cavities.

Lots of my friends think I am weird for various reasons but the fact that I enjoy doing taxes and going to the dentist might be the top two reason.  I'm just different that way.  I have thought about why I am one of the few people in this world that finds joy in things that most people abhor.  Not that I find joy in seeing people in pain.  Maybe I've just been able to look at things like taxes and the dentist in a rationale way.  And not let it have power over me.  Thank goodness!  Later.

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