I’m hungry, but I don’t want what we have in the house.
I need to finish building the silver computer. It’s not an urgent need since the white one still works, but still. (Okay, so most of the holdup is that working on it while the boys are awake is nearly impossible.)
I want to do another cook-along, but I’m not quite sure what to make. Maybe pumpkin muffins?
Wonder how long I’ll be able to read uninterrupted this time… Think I’ll make it through a whole chapter?
I’m REALLY interested in the reasons for this, and very incredibly displeased that it was denied to begin with. The residents support it, the town’s government supports it, what were you THINKING Anonymous State Official??!!??
Tell me, State Official, have you ever had to look forward to a 30-45 minute drive with contractions 2 minutes apart? Or with a kidney stone? How about with a textbook kid + trampoline – permission = broken arm? Because I have. Each and every time we have a medical emergency, I go into it mentally calculating the time of day, traffic patterns, and possible detours if necessary.
What’s that? Call an ambulance for all those things? SURE! That’ll jack my time in transit up another 30-45 minutes minimum. (Incidentally, State Official – on the 30-45 minute drive with contractions 2 minutes apart? I delivered 20 minutes after arriving at the hospital. Had I waited on an ambulance, I would’ve given birth on the side of the highway.)
Novant, please PLEASE appeal this decision.
Panic attacks in the middle of the night make for “lazy” days the next day. It’s cold, wet and rainy, and all I want to do is curl up on the sofa with a good book. Fortunately, I’ve a gracious plenty of those around.
I am somewhat regretful that I took the boys to SciWorks yesterday – today would be a PERFECT day for indoor exploration. But we *did* have a great time (we usually do)!
And that’s essentially all the news that’s fit to print at the moment. I’m gonna go curl up with Social Problems and my constant WIP.
let’s talk about anxiety, shallwe? Generally speaking, when I tell people I have anxiety issues, I get a Very Serious WTF??!!?? look.
‘Lemme ‘splain:
I have a very incredibly active imagination. This is a beautiful thing: it helps me write stories; when I dream, they’re technicolor masterpieces. My fantasy life is rich with detail.
This is an awful thing: when I jerk awake at 3AM with a throbbing leg, the FIRST thing I think of is that a blood clot is screaming its way to my lungs, and I freak. In reality, I was sleeping in an odd position and pinched the nerve – my whole leg went numb.
I want to write more on this, but after the last two days I REALLY need to try to get some sleep.
Joe is going tomorrow to have Major Mouth Work done tomorrow. Since he’s 3, the decision has been made to knock his sassy lil butt out (less biting that way, of course) and build an entertainment center in there.
And I just got told that Mom is joining me tomorrow morning.
Laissez les bontemps roulez!!!!!!!
I had talked to Stephenomenal a while back about how much I love WordPress and the community surrounding it. I won’t take credit for his decision to use it, but I’ll quite happily dust off my pompoms and celebrate as only I can.
This thing was a “top 5 preschool toy for 2005″ on The Today Show, so I got the boys one for Christmas 2005. The Today Show kept hammering and hammering on how frequently the kids played with it in testing; that it was constantly played with. The *first* thing I’d like to point out is that “constantly played with” is a relative thing here. The product was placed in a daycare/testing situation. Okay. So? So, it wasn’t right there in front of the kids all day long. They went home, the train table stayed at the testing center.
While this is indeed an awesome piece of kids furniture, it has some cons that really need to be addressed in future editions of the table.
Okay, Em – so what did they get RIGHT on this thing?
Despite the cons, I’m glad this table made its way into our home.
Addendum, Nov 21, 2006: The Decals have left the building. I repeat – the decals have left the building. The ripped/curled decal I mentioned earlier? Yeah, Daniel tried to “fix” it. I’ll spare you the window-shattering shriek that came along shortly after. It took a few minutes, but ALL the decals have now been pulled off (even the “scenery” ones). The table isn’t quite as pretty, but we can live with that.
The bridges also have that “stressed plastic” white crease along the tab/fastener part from being repeatedly yanked and replaced. The “one way” fasteners are long gone – I had to take them off to keep the bridges from being broken. This makes for a MUCH less sturdy driving track.
Addendum II, January 19, 2007: Step2 now has my undying adoration. They replaced the decals, bridges AND fasteners at no charge.
**Disclaimer: I am not in any way/shape/form being recompensed by Step2 for my review of this oh-so-awesome table.
As I went to sleep last night, I realized two things: I was probably making things more complicated than they needed to be, and that I hadn’t done the two things that Every Good Webgeek should do – google and check the WordPress Support Forums. When I woke up this morning, I did search the support forums, but all I could find was a plugin for WP 1.5.X (with corrections in the comments for making it work for WP 2.X) I read through the posts, got called away to go grocery shopping, and decided that I didn’t want to sledgehammer something into working.
The entire point of USING WordPress is that it’s simple, elegant, and EASY to use, after all.
No, this wouldn’t do at all. So, what’s an enterprising AND incredibly motivated chick to do? Google it, of course. And that’s where I found The WordPress-to-WordPress Import Plugin by Aaron Brazell. I’ll let you read the post itself for credits, origins, and how-tos, but it really couldn’t be simpler. The only issue I had is that the XML file it output was too big to import all at once – I had to split it and run the importer twice (once for the giganto XML file to process, and then again to catch the stuff that I’d split off).
And now, since I can rest easy knowing my blogchives are all in one place again, I’m going to feed those monsters rugrats the fruit of my loins the boys.
Because if I don’t write it down, I’ll forget something!!!!!
Ye gawds.
I don’t need a laundry room, I need a laundromat. And someone to fold too, ifyouplease!!!!
I’m not so sure concealing my location so assiduously was a good idea. At the Blogsboro Meetup I got to meet a good heaping handful of people who were blog-savvy. After a few days of mulling the meeting over, I’ve come to a conclusion or two. Someone had told me the group is “cliqueish” – I did not find that to be the case at all. Yes, the conversation DID center around “Greensboro Issues” BUT!!! – I do believe I was the only non-GSO resident in attendance. In other words – those Triad Bloggers who would complain about that need to Show Up Or Shut Up. Or better yet, hit my “contact me” button and let me know you’re interested so we can work on getting a Winston or Kernersville meetup.
Several thoughts occurred while I sat there
It’s been too long since I put a computer together. I’m sittin here, reading the book to make sure I don’t forget to hook something up. *heh*
And y’know, I could sit here all day long, blogging my to-do list, or I could get my ass up and actually get it done. (But? I’d rather be blogging.)