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Sunday, July 12, 2009

I'd like to buy stock in hand sanitizer? Or how about a body condom, got one of those?

Sometimes, a picture is worth a thousand woooooords. Poor kid. Yes, I snapped this after hour #6 of her being sick, I am so mean. But I am not that mean, because it's after 2 a.m. and I am sitting here with her on the couch next to me, in case she needs me. She hasn't thrown up in over an hour, we may have turned the corner, thank God. Needless to say, I have been a bit preoccupied the last few days, as this crud makes its way through my house.

Tomorrow, I will tell you how JNerd (who rocks our socks) explained throwing up to a scared child with autism who hasn't thrown up since she was TWO. Think: Spongebob Squarepants. He is amazing. That is all.

eta: guess I spoke too soon..she was just sick again. :o/

T, who likes to stay up late, but by choice, not when I have to

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

You would have an iCrush too, if it happened to you

So you want to know where I have been, right? I mean, you love me and miss me and you have to know what I am doing with myself, yeah?

Sadly, my computer, he went boom. Or rather, crash. Or Floop. Or a ton of other onomatopoeias to describe, "Rip out my heart and stomp it into the ground while losing ALL of my data." It was ugly.

On July 4th, my computer, he wouldn't boot, he was slow. So I called tech support at Apple (after trying to repair and verify the disk on my own.) The tech took me through a few higher-level fixes, and finally, after two hours, I got this message:

could not repair disk after three tries. Disk fail.

It was ugly. BUT, it was under warranty...Well, there was nothing left to do but make an appointment with the Apple Genius and see what could be done.

His name was Jordan. He had sweet, dancing eyes. And he was quick to smile. Had I been about twenty years younger, I'd have fallen for him. As it was, I was at his mercy. He had my baby. I brought him (ok, it) in, laying ~~him~~ it on the bar, taking my place at the hipper-than-thou counter. There was my name, up on the screen, it was my turn. Time for him to work his Apple Magic. I raised my eyes anxiously, as I handed him my Macbook. Be gentle. "Tech support said hard drive, " I said. He smiled and said, "Yes, that's what it sounds like." He licked his lips. Eying me seriously: "It can't even find the partition. Definitely the hard drive. He clucked his tongue, sucking it a bit. Needs a new one."

I looked down. "Can you fix it? I need it by the end of the month, I am due to take it to Chicago." He winked at me. "Oh we will definitely have it happy by then! It will be done in 4-6 days. We'll get you all fixed up. You can't be without a computer longer than that!" I stifled my cougar impulse. It was natural to be grateful. This was my computer, after all.

"Just be gentle with it, it is pristine, it has been in an after-market case." "His blue eyes twinkled, "I noticed that, clearly a lot of care is taken with it. Not a fingerprint on it. We'll put this baby straight into a foam sleeve, don't worry. I'll take care of everything. He flashed me a reassuring smile and met my eyes across the top of the bar. I'll be gentle, I've done this before."

And just like that, I fell in love with an Apple Genius.

P.S. Ok, so I can't really be in love with the Apple Genius, because I am in love with my husband. The paper in my birdcage, my man, JNerd, he saved almost all the data that my computer tried to eat as the hard drive went south. He saved the pictures, and the Keychain, (which means I can find all my stuff and passwords from like forever). He saved my blog posts, and my writing and images and most everything else. So, there really isn't room for the Apple Genius. Just don't tell him that...I want him to want to do good things for me.

P.S.S. well, not for me, for my computer.

P.S.S.S. which really, when you get down to it, the two are the same.

P.S.S.S.S. me and the computer.

P.S.S.S.S.S. I am not really a Cougar, I just apparently play one on my blog.

T, who is counting the days

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Survey Says... (can you take a second to answer a question for me?)

We're close, right? I mean, you read, you laugh, you cry, you... aw, hell...here's the deal. I am taking a survey, PLEASE, weigh in. If you read and don't comment, could you just once, comment?

I am trying to figure out the comments system I want to use on the blog. I recently uninstalled CommentLuv, in order to update it and ran into a problem. It's not a serious problem, but my comments are in limbo land right now..all of my old comments aren't showing, though I am assured by tech support they are still there. I just have to make the time to reinstall some things. That brings me to my question:

Should I bother? Which comment system do you prefer?

I liked Comment Luv because it parses your last blog post and gives a clickable link so it hopefully brings you blog traffic. A number of blogs I love use it very successfully. But they are Wordpress, and it plays better with Comment Luv.

But I found the number of comments went down after I installed it.

1. Would you prefer not to type in your info and URL? (it doesn't save it, or spam you or anything else, just pulls that last blog post in to show as a link for you).

Do you like the existing Blogger comments, as primitive as they are? Would you like to be able to link your last post, or does that even interest you?

T, who loves CommentLuv, truth be told

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Stake him, quick, before they can make the damn sequel!

I have made no secret of the fact I am not a big Twilight fan. I find it overrated, poorly written and the movie? Hah, don't even talk to me about the movie. Awful direction, wooden acting.. this is what I thought of it.

Finally, someone has done a decent treatment of it. I always wondered what would happen if Buffy met up with Edward Cullen. Here's your answer.

Enjoy. I did.

T, who prefers her vampires with more gothic sexiness

Saturday, June 20, 2009

After All, Tomorrow is...Another Day! (dammit)

Some days it's just not worth chewing through the leather straps. You've heard that one before, but reallly. I am ready to check myself into the Hat Factory, just for some rest.

We had a bang-on couple of days here.

I had food poisoning that knocked me out of the running for Mom o Da Year for two days straight. I mean it kicked my ass

JNerd's car pooped out and it was an adventure having it towed to the garage, where it still sits.

In a show of stellar parenting, I started the day by berating my oldest daughter for freezing up in a situation I thought she should be able to handle. In my defense, the tears started before I yelled at her. But yes, I felt like an flea on an amoeba. Maybe lower.

I sat holding JBean's hand in the bathroom so she could "go" and when that proved unfruitful, had to administer,"poo poo medicine" and you haven't lived until you have put your hands where things are supposed to only come out. Very icky and the tears, and drama, oh! Not fun for either of us, but the endeavor was successful, eventually

I forgot to pick up JBean's costume at the cleaners (where it is being altered) for her gala performance that I thought was next week, but is actually Sunday, and the Dress Rehearsal is tomorrow, at 10 am. And when did I remember this, pray tell? At ONE A.M. on Friday night/Saturday morning! Thank GOD the cleaners is open at 9 and the theatre is only 10 minutes from my house!

JNerd will once again soon be out of a job which just sucks

once again my writing genius was overlooked in a key way. I know I am in good company, but there are times I just get tired.

residents have come to live with us, new pets: Porcupine, Monkey, Squirrel. Prickly, jumpy and non-attentive critters, otherwise known as PMS... which both my lovely daughter and I get to deal with...together. God must laugh and laugh at us. PMS sucks, thankuverymuch. Shuddap. what do you mean put this knife down?? You don't love me anymore!!! Ack, what the hell is wrong with meeeeee? PMS. Oh, that.

Not a good day.

T, who is going to bed now

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

We Interrupt This Blog Post...

So tonight I was actually going to write a blog post. And then? Twitter happened. You guys are all so funny, personable and entertaining to hang with that I just wasted my night, at least if you figure my night was supposed to be about writing. Which it was. But people like @whithonea, @undomesticdiva @smuttysteff, MagnetoBoldToo and many others keep me busy replying and laughing, not necessarily in that order.

And then, when I was ready to sit down and write after midnight? After my Starbucks mocha and kahlua and was feeling sufficiently mellow? JNerd waggled his eyebrows at me and said, "Let's turn in..early." And well, he is getting...

and you are... getting this. I would apologize but hey, priorities, my dears. Happy husbands are worth all of the blog posts I don't write. Because in the end? I have to live with him, and he has to support my career and be happy that I go to BlogHer and meetups.... so there's that.

See you tomorrow.

T, who is feeling more mellow than usual and shouldn't hit publish but will, anyway...

Friday, June 12, 2009

Get ME a pitchfork, I am freakin' mad!

Sorry, I am crossposting this on all of my sites. I simply feel the issue is too important to ignore. Thanks!

You might remember earlier this year about the teacher from Port St. Lucie, FL who had her class vote on whether Alex Barton, a child with autism, could remain in her Kindergarten class. He was voted out, traumatized and refused to return to school. There was a great uproar and teacher Wendy Portillo was suspended without pay for a year with her tenure revoked.

The school board quietly reversed its decision this week ..read the rest here...and you do need to read it.

T, who wonders just what the hell the world is coming to

Why not Vegas for a wedding? Cheez!

When I think of June, I think of June weddings. Blushing brides, fainting grooms, candid pictures and tacky wedding cakes. I liked these and wanted to share. Not that I would ever want a big wedding... almost 20 years ago, JNerd and I married in front of my parents, a minister and the two standing up for us. It was enough. We always said we would "do it right" but really? We are married. It's enough. Still...

This couple had a "proper" Vegas wedding. All guests dressed the part and the couple even got married in character. Every time I watch this it makes me laugh.

And this next one, I can't embed, but trust me, you want to see it. It's the best wedding toast, EVAR. Seriously, after this? Nothing else will compare.

Also, I found this great blog full of really tacky wedding stuff, you probably owe it to yourself to visit, if you like to laugh.

Tacky Weddings

So now that you can see what is out there, make sure you pass it on to your friends who are getting married. I would LOVE to get married as Vegas strip aficionados. How fun!

T, who is easily entertained