Oh, I love my Microsoft Money, Lilty. I hope you find it helpful.

I love Microsoft Money, too. It's the only thing I'm missing in my PC-to-Mac laptop transition. Because Quicken? Ain't the same as MS Money, dang it.

I just picked up a part time job during the week, so I'm now doing pretty good, and have something steady for when Julia's show finally closes in May.

Excellent!

Now, come to the F2F!!!

P-C, hop on IM and your gin-soaked difficulties will be solved.

Because Quicken? Ain't the same as MS Money

Hmmm. Which version of Quicken?

I'm a bit behind, having not used either for years.

I could have sworn MS had a version of Money for OSX in the works. Wonder what happened?

Those of you who hate Valentine's Day may be interested in the rant [link] in my LJ.

I just had an awkward multicultural moment, because my cousin Steve was too lazy to remove the For Sale sign from his mom's car when she decided not to sell it. (She thought she could get by without one, and she misses it, but won't drive in winter, so it sits in my driveway until she puts the insurance back on and gets a parking lot space at her retirement apartment.)

A family of hispanics came by and saw it through the parking lot next door and I had to explain that it was no longer for sale, and they wouldn't/couldn't/didn't act like they believed me.

I finally gave up and went and woke up my cousin Steve. By the time he ambled out there 10 minutes later, they were gone.

All I need is for people to peg me as a bigot. If I were one, I guess I wouldn't mind, but....

Ginger, that was wonderful. "Nothing says love like cleaning up after a sick cat."

Ginger, why are you not writing professionally and getting paid for stuff like that? Because that's one tight, wry, weary, cleanly-written kick-ass essay.

Hee! Ginger, that was great, and truer words were never spoken than that cat line.

For me, the answer to enjoying holidays, is to ignore the commercial world. I haven't seen one ad or one commercial for Valentine's Day stuff. Well, I probably have, but I do not remember one. I'm good at setting my brain to MARCIE, sometimes.

I'd say I get tired of the commercialism of it all, except I've so tuned it out, it doesn't ping me (well, at Christmas it does some, but mostly when it pings, I flip it off). But I also get a little sad at all the sadness and anger. I think maybe, that's because my kids are little, and so happy to celebrate anything. They're probably really celebrating life. It's a little contagious where holidays are concerned, even the Hallmark ones, and things like April Fool's Day and Groundhog Day.

I walk past a Hallmark on my way to work, but I've learned to tune it out.

Oy. So far today, I've dropped a painting on my foot, an air conditioner on my hand, and opened a door onto one of my toes. I think I'm done packing for the weekend.

Ginger, why are you not writing professionally and getting paid for stuff like that? Because that's one tight, wry, weary, cleanly-written kick-ass essay.

It's kind of you to say so. I do write for a living, among other things, but not essays. I'd like to sell some essays, though, and I'm thinking I'll use my Live Journal for practice and to get some feedback.

Ouch, Jessica. Be careful. It should come as no surprise to anyone that I sprained my ankle moving. I suspect I'll be moving in hell.