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Stayed up too late last night working on my taxes...I really have to send them out by Friday, I hate waiting until the last minute. I'm already later than last year. I figured out two companies haven't sent me 1099s--I'm going to ask them to whisk them to me pronto. If I don't get them by Friday, I'll send my accountant my stuff anyway and declare the income, saying I'll send along the forms when (if?) I get them. As long as I declare it, even without the 1099, I think I'm safe. Anyway, Alan (my taxman) will let me know.
I guess when I get my inheritance, I'll have a whole new slew of tax issues to discuss with him. Hey, Alan, gotta mix it up a little, I can't just keep sendng you the same set of expenses every year.
Last night, while working on my taxes, I was also watching Miracle on my laptop. I love that movie; I love that story. I didn't see the Miracle on Ice--I'm not sure I even watched the Olympics that year, as my dad and stepmom were not into sports and I doubt they would've watched it. I remember being aware of it--one of my friends was gaga over Eric Heiden. But I don't remember the Miracle on Ice at all (which is odd for a NH town not that far from Lake Placid). I've heard about it ever since--I love reading about this story, and seeing footage of it. 20 college kids--kids--up against a super-trained team of hockey Ubermensch. A team that WAS better than them, the best team in the world. And they beat them. Ten days before, the Soviets had kicked their asses in an exhibition game at the Garden, 10-3. Just ten days before. And yet, when it mattered most, these kids, were able to rise to the Challenge and not only hold off unnumerable shots from the Soviets but score two goals off the greatest goalie in the world, Vladislav Tretiak. (They scored two more goals after he was replaced.) The game in the movie is unbelievably well-paced--the final minute of the game, as the Americans are up by one goal, and everyone keeps looking at the clock and people are actually allowing themselves to believe that yes, maybe--maybe--36 seconds more--just hold them off and the Soviets are furiously sending shots on goal, an amzaing array of shots, and somehow Jim Craig is holding them off. It's unbelievable. Jim Craig owned the last minute of that game. And then finally "5 seconds left in the game--do you believe in miracles?--Yes!" It brought tears to my eyes. That's what sports are about. That's what makes them noble.
I play for...the United States...of America.
I guess when I get my inheritance, I'll have a whole new slew of tax issues to discuss with him. Hey, Alan, gotta mix it up a little, I can't just keep sendng you the same set of expenses every year.
Last night, while working on my taxes, I was also watching Miracle on my laptop. I love that movie; I love that story. I didn't see the Miracle on Ice--I'm not sure I even watched the Olympics that year, as my dad and stepmom were not into sports and I doubt they would've watched it. I remember being aware of it--one of my friends was gaga over Eric Heiden. But I don't remember the Miracle on Ice at all (which is odd for a NH town not that far from Lake Placid). I've heard about it ever since--I love reading about this story, and seeing footage of it. 20 college kids--kids--up against a super-trained team of hockey Ubermensch. A team that WAS better than them, the best team in the world. And they beat them. Ten days before, the Soviets had kicked their asses in an exhibition game at the Garden, 10-3. Just ten days before. And yet, when it mattered most, these kids, were able to rise to the Challenge and not only hold off unnumerable shots from the Soviets but score two goals off the greatest goalie in the world, Vladislav Tretiak. (They scored two more goals after he was replaced.) The game in the movie is unbelievably well-paced--the final minute of the game, as the Americans are up by one goal, and everyone keeps looking at the clock and people are actually allowing themselves to believe that yes, maybe--maybe--36 seconds more--just hold them off and the Soviets are furiously sending shots on goal, an amzaing array of shots, and somehow Jim Craig is holding them off. It's unbelievable. Jim Craig owned the last minute of that game. And then finally "5 seconds left in the game--do you believe in miracles?--Yes!" It brought tears to my eyes. That's what sports are about. That's what makes them noble.
I play for...the United States...of America.
