Randy and I finally got around to finishing up our taxes last night when he got home from work. Since I had to stop working last July, my income was pathetic. Our daughter earned more working part time at McDonalds than I did working as a newspaper reporter! SIGH! It was a pretty easy process. When I finally get approved for disability, it will take much longer. Our tax preparer said it was much more than an hour of answering a few questions. They have to literally sit down with paper and pen and work out numbers. Why does a person who is too ill to work forced to go through so much? He said they could tax up to a huge percentage of what I receive! Why?? Looking around my house and at my clothes, we obviously are far from the upper elite. Going on disability will allow us to continue to live in a house and feed, clothe and send our son to college. Why in the world are they going to bother to give me money and then just take it all back in taxes?
We have been going to H&R Block for several years and always have Rich Deflbaugh do our taxes. We've known him forever and we have never had a problem with him. Coming from a small town, my parents also have Rich do their taxes. Mom laughingly told him, "I Know where you live," if she ever gets audited. :)
I have a ton of things to get put up before we leave for my surgery, from my daughter's amazing win at the Brockway Volunteer Fire Department's latest gun bash to more on my surgery and how my life will never be the same. I will have my Surface 2 tablet with at the hospital, but in the collar and not able to move my neck, I'm not sure what kind of shape I'll be in and if I'll even be able to update while we're there. I think most people who read this also are on Twitter, G+ and Facebook, so I know I can put up a quick note that I'm still alive once I get out of recovery and can think.