|TAX TIME! (c) 2017 P.Lynne Designs|
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Today, I am presenting to you, my reading audience, a double dose of pure adventure in my journey of learning new things in 2017: Lesson #3: adulting the tax way.
I am not claiming to be an expert on this topic because there is no right way of doing things. This is Patricia’s way, the only way I know how to adult with this.
For those of you who read this blog from other countries, April is tax month in the States. Now there are two ways you can go about this mandatory task in adulthood: Deal with it, or cry, then deal with it. Either way, you deal with it, like death (the whole non-avoidance thing of “Death and Taxes”). My suggestion is to pull up your big girl/big boy pants and deal with it. I tried the crying method. It does not work. You can avoid going to the dentist, avoid getting married, or even having a child, but you cannot avoid death and taxes. I am not sure how your country deals with taxes, but something tells me that taxes, like death, is unavoidable.
I have two types of taxes to file, as a person and as a business person. Now I can avoid filing as a business person. It is simply, to not have a business. I can simply go to work like a normal employee, and file the personal portion for taxes. I have done that since the age of 18. It is only the last 16 years I have filed both personal and business taxes. Thanks to the calendar this year, everyone has an extension to April 18th to file their taxes, which is due to April 15th being on a weekend and it is also Easter.
I thank God that I have an accountant, who takes care of the filing for me. I had my tax “adulting” appointment today. I know, procrastination at its finest. This should have taken care of it the first of February. Yes, February. You have 3 months, 2 weeks to file your taxes. Between me being sick, my mom being sick, and me pulling the covers over my head, screaming, “I do not want to adult today”. This lead to this procrastination. I also thank God for my accountant taking me at the last minute. I called her yesterday, LOL. Oh, did I tell you that I and my dad have the same accountant? Yes, that is how I got her in the first place, three years ago. No, it is not my mom.
Lunch, the hard way.
So, I made my appointment on time, and after my accountant went over my information, discussed hair and her up and coming trip, as well as my up and coming trip (that how close we have gotten in the 3 years), I left and wanted to try something new for lunch. I had heard about these Poke bowls that have swam ashore to the Mainland from Hawaii, and there was a place Downtown Columbus that sold them there. Since I like sushi, I thought I would give it a go. OK, here is how I got a Poke bowl in Downtown Columbus:
Drove down Oak Street, ran into construction, made a left on Third, ran into a problem, and sat for a minute (downtown traffic is no joke around here), made my way to High Street. Drove High Street to Gay Street, turned right. Looked for the place (which was at 100 Gay Street). I saw that I had no place to park, so decided against it, decided to feed the car instead. Drove back home (at least to a gas station near my home), filled up the car. While waiting for the gas to go into the tank, I noticed that the people who fixed my car did not wash it, so after the car finished eating, I drove down to get the car washed. After getting the car washed, I did not want to drive all the way back downtown, so I got Captain D’s instead. While I was sitting in Captain D’s, I called the parents, found out my sister was there, so I forgo getting the Ipad checked out as well. So that is how I got a poke bowl.
|4 Easter Baskets of Goodness|
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A tisket, a Tasket, a cute little Easter Basket
So, my brother came into town with his mini-me (Nephew, 6), and while he and my dad went to get dinner, I and mom decided to fix the children’s Easter baskets. For 4 children (a niece (8), two nephews (6 and 9), and a great-nephew (2)), they will each receive:
· 3 eggs filled with chocolate
· A Chocolate Cross (as opposed to a chocolate bunny)
· 2 two toys according to the age of the child
o A firetruck for each boy; a mermaid doll for the girl
o Rubik cube-like puzzle for the 9-year-old
o Cars for the 6-year-old
o Bunny sunglasses for the 2-year-old
o I still need to find one thing for the 8-year-old
· A twisty lollipop
All in a basket for each child
The 6-year-old said he saw what was in his basket so we will see. The adults (their parents) will get in their Easter basket one hyped up child, LOL.
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So, as you see, my day has been very interesting in the way of food, driving in downtown Columbus is nothing to sneeze at (I took some photos of new apartments I have never seen before), but it was fun to play Easter Bunny for the evening. (As opposed to playing Santa, LOL). So, spring has finally sprung in Columbus, and I could not have been any happier.