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[dragonlady7]

Urgh. Was so tired last night could not bring self to bathe. So, am now marinating in scented bath-gel-flavored water.
Yes, I said "am now".

See, now that Z is working, I have some alone time with the laptop. Me and the laptop, we have quality time. And the wireless Internet. Yes. I am in the bath at this very moment.

I will not explain how I am handling a laptop and a bath tub save to reassure you all that absolutely no harm is coming to the laptop, nor is it at any risk.


In other news:

* We have one ripe cucumber. Z gave it to his mom. (There'll be another tomorrow. And after that, four thousand. Pickles, anyone? (There's dill growing through the cucumber vines. We were hoping they'd cross-pollinate. So far, the cucumber's viny tendrils have done plenty of molesting of the dill, but the dill shows no signs of reciprocating.))
* We have nasturtiums. God they're neon-orange. Yowza.
* The accursed hostas are all blooming with nifty stalky blue flowers. Cute. But not cute enough to convince me to abandon my Hosta Project, which consists of ripping out all the hostas that are taking over the nice sunny spots in the yard and forcibly exiling them to the shady spots instead. Behind the garage with you, overpriced and tenacious perennials!!! (They do better in shade anyway. Dag, everybody in this neighborhood has hostas, and half the time they're planted in these bright sunshiney yards and the poor things are scorched.)
* The morning glories are almost all tall enough now that they're molesting fences. Excellent. Now some of them are so tall they're over the tops of the fences and looking for other things to molest. Adorable. I am inordinately fond of vines, have I mentioned?
* Z can't find the info for his bank for direct deposit. Which means he'll have to deposit it into our joint account! Sweet! ... Just kidding. He is planning on getting them to direct deposit to both accounts if possible. Which means I can pay bills from the HSBC acct and save up money in my own account for SELFISH PURPOSES YAYS!
I am SO looking forward to the selfish purposes thing.
Speaking of which, my birthday's in a little over a month. I'll be 26. What should a new 26-year-old ask, nay demand, for her birthday? I am thinking it over and all I keep coming up with is things like new sneakers for work, which is far too mundane for a woman on the downhill slide toward 30. See, all my older friends assure me that the best times are had in one's thirties, and so I think that I should begin the warm-ups for it now. I am seriously psyched for my 30s.

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[kkatowll.livejournal.com]

I'm so psyched to come back from vacation and out that Dave has a job! Yay! Are they paying him reasonably? I was afraid he'd end up with a horribly low wage because, hey, I know how badly weeklies pay, so it seemed to me an alternative newsweekly would be worse...

[dragonlady7.livejournal.com]

He's making more than I know you did at Spotlight, but let's put it this way: it's a third of what he made in Jersey. However. The editor doesn't make what Z did in Jersey.
They did pretty much say that if he earned them more money they could pay him more. So that's hopeful. In the meantime I'm trying to figure out how much I actually earn in a week. Which is harder than one would think.

[kkatowll.livejournal.com]

Oh good. God, I don't think anybody could ever make less than I made at Spotlight. What hell that was.

[dragonlady7.livejournal.com]

Well. Whatever he's making, it's made a great deal better by the fact that I am making more. I have to do a bit more math (and review a couple more paychecks, and figure out how to get a meaningful average out of it) to figure it out, but he's making $400 a week (pre-tax) and I'm making... Probably averages out to closer to $500 post-taxes, but it just varies so goddamn much I can't figure out what should count as "typical". You know me and math.

So what's important is that as of May I had begun to earn enough to pay down the debt accumulated in December/January, and by now I'm more than breaking even. So Dave having regular income, regardless of how much, means I can pay off the credit card and perhaps we can start to save for a quality-of-life improvement-- probably a second car, or paying down student debt, or even a home improvement or a vacation or something. Not quite yet-- he'll have to get a couple paychecks in the bank-- but it's officially no longer entirely on my shoulders, and so our quality of life is poised to improve tremendously.
Not that I'm counting chickens before they hatch, and I still haven't bought a pair of new sneakers in almost a year, but things are definitely way sunnier than I thought they'd be back in March when I was just starting to break even and would wake up chewing my nails over big bills that had built up.

His job is fascinating, by the way. I'm sure you have interesting things to say about the digital identities of newspapers and the potentials thereof-- especially for an advertising-supported freely-distributed newspaper like his is. He's been hired to make the newspaper.com into something money-making and worthwhile, and he's full of really cool ideas.

[tehta.livejournal.com]

We have one ripe cucumber. Z gave it to his mom.

I hope you don't mind me saying this, but I can't cope with such Freudian imagery at breakfast.

[dragonlady7.livejournal.com]

Augh!!

Had never occurred to me. I saw the cucumber, see, and it wasn't remotely phallic-looking, being rather odd-shaped and kind of spiky as, I'm learning, homegrown cucumbers tend to be.

He's off at his mom's right now giving her the water bill and a bag of wine corks. Is there anything Freudian in that that I'm missing? Because I could probably use a giggle.