Although didn't the actress who played her turn out to be kinda like the female Ted Nugent? Or am I misremembering? I hope I'm misremembering.

She said she wasn't as Liberal as Julia, but I think the actress who played Suzanne was the truly whacked Republican in that group.

OK, officially way too much Justified fandom for me, as I *totally* didn't remember Marshall's is a store and waited for a dropped body, or an unexpected subpeona or a bullet where it shouldn't be, when it's just another ADA violation.

Ha! The manager tried to convince me the bench had never been there until one of the salespeople backed me up.

Said salesperson to be looking for a new job tomorrow? sorry ... I get cynical.

Question - I'd posted this in technology, but it may be too low level for the people who hang out there. We'd created an interactive PDF - one that's a form with fields that can be filled in, saved, and sent in. We have word limits, but the PDF form maker only lets you set limits by characters. I did an estimate, increased the character count significantly, and sent it out. Well, people couldn't enter all the text. I doubled the character count and they still can't get all their text in. Seemingly, they did a word count in Word.

Anyone have any suggestions as to what the @#$# is wrong and how to fix it? I'm in Acrobat 9.0 Pro.

Saw the Avengers again this afternoon, which was a yay.

Also it looks like we have retained a lawyer to yell at the bank and the PMI company. Yay!

Double yay!

I am tired and cranky and PMSing. I can't decide whether human interaction would make me feel better or worse. Hmm. I also don't feel like cooking. Hmph.

Which leads me to this: I'm tired of being broke. I'm tired of never being able to suggest plans because I can't afford anything. I'm tired of relying on the kindness of my friends and StW, and worrying that I'll never be able to pay it back. I'm tired of worrying that people judge me because I spend money on cigarettes, or when I snap and buy things I shouldn't because I'm tired of worrying about money all the time. I'm tired of juggling bills, and owing debt to my parents and my landlady and that OON psychiatrist I saw one damn time.

I get a pay bump soon, which is good (from $11/hr to $15/hr), but it's still going to be a long nasty road out of credit card debt. And then an endless nasty road of saving for retirement. I need to make more money and/or spend less, but I really don't want to work more than I do and I just don't know where I can cut bills.

Did I mention I am tired and cranky and PMSing? So take all of this with a grain or a hunk of salt. Just feeling overwhelmed and mad that I didn't work as much as I needed to today. And I've been sitting on this rant for a while.

Anyone want to come pet my hair? Literally? StW is out of town, not that hair-petting is his style.

I would totally pet your hair and I totally feel your pain. I am freaking out because I bought twenty dollars worth of nail polish during this last trip. Twenty dollars! And it came out of my budgeted spending money. It was fine.

But I feel like we're always behind the 8 ball, and the SO is working what amounts to three jobs, and he doesn't see an end to it. But there has to be. We can't keep up like this indefinitely.

And I know we're super lucky, and I love that we've been able to build this house and live in it for four years. I love that we're able to do work we love during a time when people don't have work at all. I'm not complaining.

But I can definitely relate to how damn tiring it all is.

We could paint our toenails and... not braid each others' hair because it's too short!

I love that we're able to do work we love during a time when people don't have work at all. I'm not complaining.

But I can definitely relate to how damn tiring it all is.

Yes, this. I know I am living with the consequences of my choices (financial irresponsibility in the last ten years, taking lower paying jobs instead of being miserable, moving while unemployed) and I love my new job, and it does have decent earning potential eventually. I'm just tired right now.

Nora,

I hope your lawyer will stomp on people's necks!

But I feel like we're always behind the 8 ball, and the SO is working what amounts to three jobs, and he doesn't see an end to it. But there has to be. We can't keep up like this indefinitely.

Something like this has been circling around the corners of my brain for a month or so now. I can hardly articulate it, because I haven't let it come to the forefront of the thoughts for long enough to really get it together into a big picture.

So, I'll just say -- I'm in this boat, too.