if you (or your freakin' father) upgrades your Internet Explorer to version 9, you will not be able to post using blogspot. You will need to remove the upgrade. From ask.com:
Open up your Control Panel from the start menu and click on "Uninstall A Program", in the bottom left corner. On the left side of the window, click on "View Installed Updates". When it gets done loading, simply click on "Windows Internet Explorer 9"(or something like that that's obviously IE 9), and click "Uninstall". Once it's gone, remember to restart(there will be a prompt saying this also). When your computer restarts, open up Internet Explorer, and voila! It'll be back to IE 8, and all your favorites and such should be there. I'd go through and check various setting you might have set just in case, but everything should be the same.
Because you (or your father) were so proud of upgrading everything to make it so much better. 'Cause we all know that newer is better. ;)
Monday, June 27, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Testing, testing. Is this thing on?
Just checking -- because I just can't get posts to freaking publish.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Team Verge (GO TEAM!)
I'm sure I've mentioned Team Verge before. My father coined the phrase years ago when the kids were babies. He was referring to the way The Husband and I work together on jobs, never overlapping, always interlocking. It's a beautiful thing -- it refreshes my belief in marriage.
For example, let's say a child vomits at 3am. Who gets up? Everybody. I carry the child off to the bathroom to let him finish throwing up, clean him up, and re-dress him. While I'm taking care of the child, The Husband strips the bed and remakes it, rinses the sheets in the kitchen sink, and starts the washing machine. In under 10 minutes, everyone's back in bed, some of us with a barf bucket, some not.
Everything we do is like that. I dig weeds; he bags them. I elevate wallpaper; he navigates. I clean; he tidies. I cook dinner; he makes salad and gets it on the table. I wash laundry; he folds it.
So anyway, half of Team Verge is out of town for a few days this week, learning how to fly around in a hurricane. (Yes, I DID let him. He looked so pitiful.) And I'm on my own, trying to remember who feeds the cats, who takes the trash to the curb, who collects the dishes from the living rooms at the end of the day.
Enter (wait for it) The Boy! I swear, if anything were to happen to The Husband, he'd just move into the master suite and take over. He's emptying the dishwasher (for pay) and feeding cats. He keeps me company (despite my best efforts) until nearly midnight when I'm finally ready to pack it in for the night. He's my Mini Me.
I'm not sure this is entirely a good thing, though. I mean, I want him as part of Team Verge, but I'm just not sure where he fits in. And I'm not sure I want him sneaking into my bed while I'm asleep. I love him but I need my space. And The Husband and I need our space.
But, it's time to make room for an apprentice on Team Verge. All hail Team Verge!!
Now, what onerous chores can I offload while he's still excited about it... ;)
For example, let's say a child vomits at 3am. Who gets up? Everybody. I carry the child off to the bathroom to let him finish throwing up, clean him up, and re-dress him. While I'm taking care of the child, The Husband strips the bed and remakes it, rinses the sheets in the kitchen sink, and starts the washing machine. In under 10 minutes, everyone's back in bed, some of us with a barf bucket, some not.
Everything we do is like that. I dig weeds; he bags them. I elevate wallpaper; he navigates. I clean; he tidies. I cook dinner; he makes salad and gets it on the table. I wash laundry; he folds it.
So anyway, half of Team Verge is out of town for a few days this week, learning how to fly around in a hurricane. (Yes, I DID let him. He looked so pitiful.) And I'm on my own, trying to remember who feeds the cats, who takes the trash to the curb, who collects the dishes from the living rooms at the end of the day.
Enter (wait for it) The Boy! I swear, if anything were to happen to The Husband, he'd just move into the master suite and take over. He's emptying the dishwasher (for pay) and feeding cats. He keeps me company (despite my best efforts) until nearly midnight when I'm finally ready to pack it in for the night. He's my Mini Me.
I'm not sure this is entirely a good thing, though. I mean, I want him as part of Team Verge, but I'm just not sure where he fits in. And I'm not sure I want him sneaking into my bed while I'm asleep. I love him but I need my space. And The Husband and I need our space.
But, it's time to make room for an apprentice on Team Verge. All hail Team Verge!!
Now, what onerous chores can I offload while he's still excited about it... ;)
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
...and the living is easy.
Yup. Still alive. Lacking drama, but still alive.
We survived vacation, but The Girl is still stimming like a crazed, rabid badger. The Boy enjoyed it immensely. Lots of Wii with the cousins. We did some laundry at my sisters on the way home, and arrived here with clean clothes. Ahh, the luxury...
The home owner's association met with me this week to assess the disaster that is my yard. Turns out that my evil neighbor (the one that tried to trap my cat) turned me in to the HOA. Yeah, real classy. Anyway, we're on track to remediate the wreckage, so they're cool with it. Looks like I'm going to have to buy another pallet of sod, but that's another sad, sad tale.
The Boy went bowling with a buddy last weekend, and he's still buzzing. I was naturally skeptical, but if anyone could handle whatever The Boy dishes out, it was this mom. It all went well, with the exception of a radio-station-related coup attempt in the car. She straightened his butt out. No prob. I've always hears of heartstrings, and I swear I could feel them strain and stretch as I drove away. *sigh* I know that's the goal, but it's still hard for me.
We're still schooling but only halfheartedly. Okay, The Girl is going gangbusters, but The Boy is running out of work pretty quickly. It's a good thing. If only I could keep him awake during the day and asleep at night. I swear that kid has been bitten by zombies. And I'm turning into the walking dead.
Nothing else is new. I'm still keeping the house pretty well. Okay, at least I'm catching up by the end of the week, but that counts, right? I think I'm supposed to be cleaning the fridge today, but apparently, it's not getting done until... later, okay?!
And it's summer. In Florida. Yuck. The Husband is trying to enforce "beach night" on Thursdays, and I just can't get into it yet. It's hot, salty, jellyfishy, and dirty. It's why God created swimming pools. That said, there can't be anywhere lovelier than the beach in the evening. Oh well.
So, that's why I haven't posted. It's summertime, and the living is easy.
We survived vacation, but The Girl is still stimming like a crazed, rabid badger. The Boy enjoyed it immensely. Lots of Wii with the cousins. We did some laundry at my sisters on the way home, and arrived here with clean clothes. Ahh, the luxury...
The home owner's association met with me this week to assess the disaster that is my yard. Turns out that my evil neighbor (the one that tried to trap my cat) turned me in to the HOA. Yeah, real classy. Anyway, we're on track to remediate the wreckage, so they're cool with it. Looks like I'm going to have to buy another pallet of sod, but that's another sad, sad tale.
The Boy went bowling with a buddy last weekend, and he's still buzzing. I was naturally skeptical, but if anyone could handle whatever The Boy dishes out, it was this mom. It all went well, with the exception of a radio-station-related coup attempt in the car. She straightened his butt out. No prob. I've always hears of heartstrings, and I swear I could feel them strain and stretch as I drove away. *sigh* I know that's the goal, but it's still hard for me.
We're still schooling but only halfheartedly. Okay, The Girl is going gangbusters, but The Boy is running out of work pretty quickly. It's a good thing. If only I could keep him awake during the day and asleep at night. I swear that kid has been bitten by zombies. And I'm turning into the walking dead.
Nothing else is new. I'm still keeping the house pretty well. Okay, at least I'm catching up by the end of the week, but that counts, right? I think I'm supposed to be cleaning the fridge today, but apparently, it's not getting done until... later, okay?!
And it's summer. In Florida. Yuck. The Husband is trying to enforce "beach night" on Thursdays, and I just can't get into it yet. It's hot, salty, jellyfishy, and dirty. It's why God created swimming pools. That said, there can't be anywhere lovelier than the beach in the evening. Oh well.
So, that's why I haven't posted. It's summertime, and the living is easy.
Monday, May 16, 2011
Drama, lite
Well, it turns out that the drama of the week isn't so much my crazy in-laws as my own crazy family.
My mother called in a dread panic this morning. My brother is going to become a -- wait for it -- Catholic! Yes, a mind-washed, Pope-worshipping, leave-your-brain-at-the-door Catholic!! Oy vey.
I talked her back off the ledge, and I think she's not going to blow a gasket. Apparently, the conservative Brotherhood church he had been going to was preaching a 6,000-year-old Earth, and he couldn't stomach that. His wife won't go the Catholic church, but prefers Brotherhood. But since she NEVER goes, except to the pot luck dinners, she shouldn't mind so much. Right? She was raised Christian Contemporary, or something like that. Conservative with guitars. You know the type.
My kids went to a Christian Church for preschool, and I found them to be the most intolerant, judgemental, narrow-minded people I have ever met. I'd much rather him be in a church that was influenced by Jesuits.
Personally, I think my brother just misses the liturgy. He was raised Episcopalian, but can't stomach their "heresies". The service is essentially the same as the Catholics, so hey.
Whatevah. Gotta take your drama where you can get it, right?
My mother called in a dread panic this morning. My brother is going to become a -- wait for it -- Catholic! Yes, a mind-washed, Pope-worshipping, leave-your-brain-at-the-door Catholic!! Oy vey.
I talked her back off the ledge, and I think she's not going to blow a gasket. Apparently, the conservative Brotherhood church he had been going to was preaching a 6,000-year-old Earth, and he couldn't stomach that. His wife won't go the Catholic church, but prefers Brotherhood. But since she NEVER goes, except to the pot luck dinners, she shouldn't mind so much. Right? She was raised Christian Contemporary, or something like that. Conservative with guitars. You know the type.
My kids went to a Christian Church for preschool, and I found them to be the most intolerant, judgemental, narrow-minded people I have ever met. I'd much rather him be in a church that was influenced by Jesuits.
Personally, I think my brother just misses the liturgy. He was raised Episcopalian, but can't stomach their "heresies". The service is essentially the same as the Catholics, so hey.
Whatevah. Gotta take your drama where you can get it, right?
Friday, May 13, 2011
Off to the races!
Well, as you probably guessed, I made it. The house is presentable. The food is all edible. The bedrooms were all ready. The children were in PJ's when they arrived. I feel so perky and capable. ;)
The family drama continues. Try to keep up. There are six siblings, ranging from 60 down to 40 years old. The youngest (and brattiest) will not be coming to Camp Barry because his wife doesn't want him to. After all, we don't love him or support him. And besides, his wife bought him tickets to the big NASCAR race in Charlotte on Sunday. Who knew that there were men that whipped by their wives in real life?
This caused the third sib (the oldest brother) to post an evil message on the youngest's Facebook wall -- something about being a bad brother, a worse father, and that God would make him pay for his sins. Something like that. I mean, sure he did abandon his child Up North, move to NC with his new wife and two kids, sever all contact with his son, and never pay another cent in child support. Sure, he is trying to make the family sell their parents' house to anyone at all, instead of letting the nephew rent-to-own it. Sure, he is totally manipulated by his evil wife. But apparently, his kids and co-workers have access to his Facebook page, and he's mortified.
What to do? What to do..? Hey, let you wife send a nasty, vicious email to all your siblings, detailing how each and every one has betrayed the others and the family in general. Let her lie unremorsefully about each and every one of your siblings and then -- listen closely -- let her sign your name to it. Oh yeah. That's a good idea. That's productive. That'll make them think you're a real man.
Of course, there's the possibility that he didn't know that she wrote the bad email. Oh well. I no longer care. I've officially had enough strurm and drang.
So we're off to the races!
The family drama continues. Try to keep up. There are six siblings, ranging from 60 down to 40 years old. The youngest (and brattiest) will not be coming to Camp Barry because his wife doesn't want him to. After all, we don't love him or support him. And besides, his wife bought him tickets to the big NASCAR race in Charlotte on Sunday. Who knew that there were men that whipped by their wives in real life?
This caused the third sib (the oldest brother) to post an evil message on the youngest's Facebook wall -- something about being a bad brother, a worse father, and that God would make him pay for his sins. Something like that. I mean, sure he did abandon his child Up North, move to NC with his new wife and two kids, sever all contact with his son, and never pay another cent in child support. Sure, he is trying to make the family sell their parents' house to anyone at all, instead of letting the nephew rent-to-own it. Sure, he is totally manipulated by his evil wife. But apparently, his kids and co-workers have access to his Facebook page, and he's mortified.
What to do? What to do..? Hey, let you wife send a nasty, vicious email to all your siblings, detailing how each and every one has betrayed the others and the family in general. Let her lie unremorsefully about each and every one of your siblings and then -- listen closely -- let her sign your name to it. Oh yeah. That's a good idea. That's productive. That'll make them think you're a real man.
Of course, there's the possibility that he didn't know that she wrote the bad email. Oh well. I no longer care. I've officially had enough strurm and drang.
So we're off to the races!
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Coasting into the station...
Day, what, four? Five?
I finished the bathrooms, kitchen, master bedroom. You wouldn't think that the master bedroom would be important, but with our floor plan, you walk directly past the master bedroom door when you walk from the living room to the family room. It's a long story, but believe me, it's the center of the house... It's the only truly tragic part of our floor plan. Otherwise, I LOVE our floor plan.
Anyway, I'm going to make it, I think. I have still have a few hot spots and things that I regularly over look, but I think it's starting to look like well-behaved humans live here. Bwaa-haa-haa!! Joke's on them!!
The Boy and I have just "finished" his first-ever game of Monopoly. He was interested, but after an hour and a half, he got tired and we gave up. ;) He finished with about $2000 in cash and most of the properties on the board. Is anyone else sick of passing "GO" and having to pay the $200 directly into the Income Tax? It's enough to turn a person into a conservative! I mean, there are some road maintenance expenses for the town, but how much army does a town that size need?! And those damned railroad barons! $100 just to ride the train ONCE?!
Oh. Time to sleep, eh? Yeahhh.
I finished the bathrooms, kitchen, master bedroom. You wouldn't think that the master bedroom would be important, but with our floor plan, you walk directly past the master bedroom door when you walk from the living room to the family room. It's a long story, but believe me, it's the center of the house... It's the only truly tragic part of our floor plan. Otherwise, I LOVE our floor plan.
Anyway, I'm going to make it, I think. I have still have a few hot spots and things that I regularly over look, but I think it's starting to look like well-behaved humans live here. Bwaa-haa-haa!! Joke's on them!!
The Boy and I have just "finished" his first-ever game of Monopoly. He was interested, but after an hour and a half, he got tired and we gave up. ;) He finished with about $2000 in cash and most of the properties on the board. Is anyone else sick of passing "GO" and having to pay the $200 directly into the Income Tax? It's enough to turn a person into a conservative! I mean, there are some road maintenance expenses for the town, but how much army does a town that size need?! And those damned railroad barons! $100 just to ride the train ONCE?!
Oh. Time to sleep, eh? Yeahhh.
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