Why is it that all kinds of spam has no trouble getting posted to my comments, yet real people can't comment because certain posts are wacked out? Case in point last night's post. Oh, well. Comments may or may not work until some indefinite point in the future. I'd hate to get my hopes up or anything. Bah.
I was just informed that my comments are messed up on some posts AGAIN! How annoying! I have no clue what causes it to happen, or how to fix it when it happens. I am at the will of the comment gods, which is quite unfortunate.
In other news, I found the checks...in my purse. Which I had looked through 3 times. Gah. At least I found them, no matter how stupid I felt when I did.
I'm going to hit post now...comments may or may not work...it all depends on if I have made the comment gods angry with my ramblings. We shall see.....
Ok, apparently comments seem to be working this morning. At least on this computer. I don't know if it's a browser thing, because I use FF at home, but I use IE at work. At any rate, I'm probably jinxing the whole damn thing by writing a post about my comments working. And? If they don't work for you today? Then just fuck* the whole non comment working thing!
*Just for you, Truvy!
I had a slight (use that term loosely) panic this afternoon after picking Southern Girl up from daycare. Well, first, things were going from bad to worse because Southern Boy woke up from his nap with a terrible earache and was SCREAMING with pain by the time we got to the car. (this lasted all the way home and, oh, about an hour after we got home, BTW) Anyway, Southern Girl has been in the infant room for the past few weeks, but since she is turning 1 in a month, and since she and one other boy exactly her age are at least 6 months older than the other 4 babies in her room, the director decided to go ahead and move her and the little boy to the one year old class. Well...(this is getting wordy - sorry) she always gets a sheet stating mood, diaper changes, what she ate, etc., and I noticed on the afternoon snack line it read "peanut butter and crackers."
Um...she's still 11 months old.
I don't know about any of you, but I tend to really stick to the "feed item X at this age, and don't feed items A, B, or C until after the first birthday." I dropped the sheet and began to inspect her...for what? I had no clue! Her cheeks (I noticed when I picked her up) were very rosy, and her nose was a leaky faucet - but it did run a lot yesterday. That's about all I could distinguish as being "different" from any other day, but I am just PISSED! The more I have thought about it tonight, the madder I have become. What if she DID have an allergy that I didn't know about to notify them of because she WAS UNDER ONE AND HAD NEVER HAD PEANUT BUTTER BEFORE! What if she had a severe nut allergy and I wasn't there and something HAD happened? OH MY GOD MY BABY COULD'VE DIED AND I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN THERE! I'm not a shit-stirrer, but I am going to the director on this one. I can't think of a situation where serving PB and crackers would be appropriate in a one year old class. Am I over-reacting? I don't want to make an ass of myself, and I realize that some people don't follow the what to feed your baby when guidelines. However, on this one, when I send food for my baby - including a snack - I don't feel like liberties should have been taken with her menu without consulting me first.
I do love this facility - I am friends with the director and they are working out many kinks as a new daycare, but this is one error that had the potential of being fatal. I am just devastated.
Meanwhile, in the Spam Wars...
I closed comments on the 4 entries I noticed were being spammed to death, and amazingly I have not been spammed in at least 24 hours. Of course this is just a momentary fix, but maybe it will give me enough time to find a solution. This version of MT is supposed to have a built in spam fighting feature, but I can't get it to rate my commentors exactly right...just goes to show how ignorant I really am when it comes to this stuff!
I had my monthly doctor visit yesterday...I am now 17 weeks! Things went great...heart rate was 150. I told Dr. A about the headaches I have been having since Christmas day, and how sometimes Tylenol just doesn't help. He gave me a prescription for something a little stronger, but "perfectly safe," which I truthfully didn't expect. I just thought he would say well, Southern Mom, you *are* pregnant, and headaches *are* a symptom. This is one time I was pleasantly surprised!
Next stop on the baby train: Jan. 31 - Ultrasound!
For Southern Boy's very first Christmas, way back in 2002, Santa brought him a Leap Frog Leapstart Learning Table. He loved it, played with the thing all the time,, but when he outgrew it we put it away in the garage to save for future use. Fast forward to, oh, around November. Southern Dad pulls the table out of storage, cleans 'er up, and plops it down for Southern Girl to play with. She LOVED it! She has played with it daily since her daddy gave it to her with no problems...it works just like the day we, er Santa bought it. That is until Monday night. Both kids were in bed, as were Southern Dad and I, when we hear a jazzy little "one two three four five six seven eight-nine-ten!" Southern Dad put the TV on mute, and once again: "one two three four five six seven eight-nine-ten!" I made him go check to see what was causing it, fully expecting him to say a little mousy visitor had decided the table would be great fun. While he was walking down the hallway I hear once again: "one two three four five six seven eight-nine-ten!" I hear Southern Dad click on the light and the sucker goes crazy "one two three four five six seven eight-nine-ten! one two three four five six seven eight-nine-ten! one two three four five six seven eight-nine-ten!" He picks it up and turns the switch off, which solves the problem for the night, and all was well. Maybe?
Yesterday morning I switched it back on for Southern Girl to play with while I was getting ready for school, and just left it on for the day. We get home (from her fabulous, napless, first day of daycare), and she goes straight for the table. After playing for a while, it's time for supper, so I snap her in her high chair and get her food ready. The table must have decided it was lonely, or maybe hungry, too, because it launched into a festive rendition of the ABC song. Not once, but THREE times!
Um...We have shut the thing off and put it up. I have no time for haunted play toys in my life. FREAKY.
Speaking of no time, I also do not have the time for the near 1200 spam comments I have recieved in the past week. Ohmygah, y'all! The spambots are KILLING ME! Does anyone know any plugins, maybe a captcha or something I can put in? I am drowning in SPAM!!! (maybe that gross mental image will make you feel sorry for me and give me some pointers, haha).
**updated: It's been 6 10 19+ hours since I posted this, and I have been spammed 60 89 206 times...drowning, I tell ya!
I can't stand when someone sends out a mass email asking for news for an upcoming newsletter, and, after you take time to send them your news (like the BIRTH of your CHILD!), they fail to include it in said newsletter. It's not like they didn't include 3 other people's birth announcements, plus 10 "yay we're pregnant" announcements. Not that I'm bitter. No. I'm just sayin', that's all. < / snark >
I am addicted to TV, and all praise the wonderfully fabulous TiVo that I have had for a year now (what did I EVER do before then?). The trouble is, I have tried for months to network it into out home network (where I can make SB his very own Little Einsteins DVDs and get the 20 effin' episodes off MY TiVO). My TiVo recoginzes the network, which is great, but my computer doesn't recognize my "Now Playing" list in the TiVo-to-go menu. Any thoughts out there on what I can do? It's driving me crazy!
Speaking of my TV addiction, I have (in addition to 20 Little Einsteins episodes)12 Veronica Mars episodes that I am trying to come to terms with the reality that I just won't have enough "free time" (HA!!) to watch. The thing is, I have a problem with deleting them. It's like that fear I have of dropping a possession from a really high place or into deep water. What would that be called? Insane?
and the biggie:
This is my 7th year teaching, and I have spent the entire time in the same Middle School. I have always had the desire to transfer to the area High School, because I truly believed I would enjoy the curriculum and age better. The thing is, all English positions were locked in by the same aging hags women who have been there forever. Now, 7 years later, a position has finally opened, and I don' t feel like I want to go. Why? It has taken a LONG time, but I am finally in a situation where I am "teamed" up with some fabulous women (and 1 man) and we have TONS in common. We're all relatively the same age, and have children in the same age range. I can't help but ask why would I want to move into a department of women old enough to be my mother (in fact, most of the women at the high school have children that went to school with me). It's been a big cloud hovering over me this semester. What would you do in a similar situation?
Now, WAKE UP...boring entry is over!
I am having a tough time making it to work on time. This morning I even woke up 30 minutes earlier (woke the baby up to nurse!) plus I didn't have to take SB to school, and still was late! How do you moms do it? Please let me in on a few pointers. In my rush, I tried to place the blame on my hubby...and I still think he could have done a few things to help...but it's not entirely his fault. It also really doesn't help to have your mom sitting there telling you over and over "you'll never make it" "you're going to be late" "you just need to get up earlier." Here I am going to bed at 12:30 because I'm packing lunch, etc. so I don' t have to in the morning; I can't get up much earlier and function properly. To make matters worse, I forgot to change out my contacts and they are dry as a bone. (how dry is a bone, btw)
AND, this is the kicker, I had 15 bucks yesterday that has mysteriously disappeared. I don't know if I left it in my car, or if the hubs took it (not at all unlikely), but I have literally 43 cents to my name today. Not even enough for a coke. Damn this day has already gone to pot. I miss maternity leave!
Well, word is trickling around work that we are dismissing early due to the "threat" of bad weather that is to come this afternoon. Hmmmmm.... Don't get me wrong, I am THRILLED with this information, but "the threat?" Ooookaaaay..... Other things cancelled because of this threat are 1. My OB appointment this afternoon. and 2. My son's ped. appt. this afternoon. Both clinics are closing after lunch to avoid the "threat" of bad weather. I got a wee bit pissy at the appointment lady from my ob/gyn clinic for cancelling on me today without being able to fit me in this morning, because, well, I could drop this baby any day now (not to mention that they STILL haven't "checked" me). She did put me in on Monday, but still, it's annoying. Snow falling, yes I understand. But the THREAT! Sheesh!
I seem to have gotten myself into a mess, and I don't have the time (or frankly the knowledge) to work it out. Sorry for the yucky look. I'll get it working properly soon.
I feel like a superhero! I am just so proud of myself! I have finally, after trying since October (OCTOBER!), downloaded the mobile phone tools to hook up the ol' camera phone to the PC. Of course I didn't try every day, but you get the picture. (Ha! Picture! that I can now get off the phone! I'm easily amused...) Anyway, someone posted a tutorial on this message board, and it worked! Very odd since it used the exact same files I had downloaded (over and over); the key was to do things a certain way. (sortof ritual-like...while you download blahblahblah.exe scratch your nose and sing Mary had a Little Lamb...would it be bad if I'm only half joking? It was that bad). I feel so empowered now! Remember that sitcom with Tim Allen, Home Improvement? It's like that "manly" call he always did when he he felt like a super man, "arr-arr-arr-arr." Haha...I'm going to quit while I'm semi-ahead.
Yup. Something's wacky with my comments. If you have any solutions, feel free to email me. I have no idea what I'm doing. :o)
Dear Skanky Redneck Bitch,
I am not telling you that smoking is bad for you and stinky (why restate the obvious), but when you throw your stick with fire! on the end AT ME, all bets are off. Why in hell would you not look behind you to see what you might hit with a stick of fire? I had on my brand new striped turtleneck sweater! I'm telling you, IF you had burned a hole in my arm (where your STICK OF FIRE hit me) I would have sued your ass off. You know, an apology wouldn't have hurt, either. I guess that's just too much class for a "rode hard and put up wet" skanky redneck like yourself. You'd be better off spending the money you drop on cigarettes styling your ugly ass hair.
Sincerely, The Girl Behind You When You Were Entering [Chain Decorating Store]
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Dear Anna Nicole Smith,
Why?
Sincerely, American Music Award Viewer Laughing Her Ass Off
I've finally learned to knit! Of course, I haven't actually knit anything but swatches, and I haven't learned how to bind off yet...BUT I CAN KNIT - AND PURL! Yay me! Last weekend I met the woman who "heads up" the Knit-In at my local library (which I've been to intimidated to go to because I thought it was all advanced knitters) and she told me that I was more than welcome to come and learn, that many of the knitters were beginners. I seemed to catch on pretty quick, but the bobbles that I kept hitting - slipped stitches, adding a stitch at the beginning of rows, and other random crazy things that no one knew what I did - were plentiful. Since I don't know how to bind off, and I don't want to frog my very first thing, I'll just leave it on my needles until I can figure out the binding off pics in Stitch 'N Bitch. I'm not sure about Sally jumping over Harry. It's all so confusing!
I'm a victim of comment spam! It's from some online c@sino. O.k. all you bloggy experts...what do I do now??? Help!
Take one nationally-known chain discount store (you know the one that Paris Hilton thought sold walls), turn off the power to it and the red light at it's entrance, sprinkle with rude, uneducated (and I use this term literally ) hicks, and watch the hilarity ensue. You would think someone ripped out the heart and soul of the county! I hope I never have to experience that again.
I just feel exhausted! I have wanted a "look" since I started blogging (3 whole weeks ago!). I first dipped my toes in the water by "tweaking" a couple of the Movable Type package templates. Sometimes even that boggled my mind, but nothing like trying to get this evil, evil stylesheet uploaded! I thought I'd lose it! Finally, when by the grace of God, I did get the stylesheet up, I couldn't get the friggin' sidebar back to the way I had it! AAARRRGGGHHHH! I just can't imagine how people create whole templates from scratch! My mind boggles at the most basic "all you have to do is copy and paste" linkware. Well, finally I have everything back to normal, with no tables behind other tables or anything else all whacked out. I would love to have my blog title all pretty and swirly, but that is just beyond my power tonight. I must go to bed and get the hell away from this machine!