Wednesday, March 28, 2007

what's happening to my john mayer?

(Yes, my John Mayer. I spent almost a year not being able to listen to anything other than Try! in the car, thanks to my picky little boy, and I am rather attached at this point. In all honesty, it's like he's a member of the family.)

Jessica Simpson, what have you done to John Mayer???? Why does he always look ugly and miserable lately? Good Lord almighty. I don't so much mind the miserable, because we'll probably get some good songs out of it. But why the ugly, skinny, dying look? Are you not letting him eat or something? Why does my favorite mainstream musician look like a poor man's Johnny Depp (circa Edward Scissorhands)? And I liked the mop of curly hair at first, but now it's just getting out of control. Yikes.



Monday, March 26, 2007

like anyone cares.

Today in yoga class, the teacher put me in the front row. "You don't need to be in the back anymore," is what she said. I know that I'm not on the same level as the rest of the people in the front row, or even some of the people in the second row - there's still I lot I haven't learned yet (arm balances, for instance) - but apparently what I do, I do well. It felt pretty good, and it was great motivation to push myself a little harder and not half-ass it.

okay! finally!

So this is pretty much how I wanted the template to look. In the end, I found this explanation of how to add a third column, and it taught me enough about the code for my purposes. I could have dove right in and started from scratch, but I have a toddler to take care of, after all. I might still go back and try to figure out if I can do it all with percentages instead of pixel amounts, so that it would look equally good on all screen sizes, but I don't know if it's possible. Either way, I'm pretty happy with it.

It was a bit tedious to get it all done and compatible with Blogger's WYSIWYG editor, but now I can change anything I want with just a click, without delving back into the code. Blogger is okay by me.



Saturday, March 24, 2007

It'll look SO awesome when I'm done

Holy schneikes, redesigning the template is a PITA!! Silly me sat down and coded the layout I wanted in HTML and CSS, thinking I'd be able to just plug in the Blogger code in the appropriate places. Wrongo. I Finally found a fairly simple explanation of the necessary code...but I have to start from scratch. Boo. Well at least I've tweaked the design and know exactly what I want it to look like...I just have to do it in XHTML. Which I've never used before. Gulp.

cry, cry, cry all the way home

I cried at the end of Scrubs last night. I literally gasped and burst into tears.

Brian laughed at me.

He always laughs at me now, when I tear up at a movie or TV show - ever since I cried at the end of Cars. I don't care what anyone says, the end of that movie is touching.

I've always been the kind of person who cries at movies and plays. When I saw Ragtime on Broadway, and Once on This Island at college, I was still crying as I walked out through the lobby. I consistently weep through Les Miserables. Heck, the BOOK of Les Miserables made me cry. The first time I saw Miss Saigon I cried so hard I lost a contact lens. I cried several times during The Return of the King the first time I saw it, and there are still at least two parts that consistently bring tears to my eyes. I cry at the end of "Pomp and Circumstance" in Fantasia 2000. I cry when Aladdin frees the Genie. I remember crying my eyes out at one particular episode of Ally McBeal. There was a Campell's soup commercial that used to make me cry. Heck, there was even a Britney Spears video that put a lump in my throat.

Catharsis is good.

But the ending of Scrubs last night - that really threw me for a loop. I was NOT expecting that.


(ps, A prize goes to the first person who identifies the quote in the title of this entry. Hint: the movie it's from made me laugh so hard, I cried.)

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh

I keep a pump bottle of hand sanitizer on a shelf near the changing table. I am obsessive about sanitizing my hands after I take off the dirty/wet diaper. Then I put on the clean diaper, get rid of the old one (walking to the bathroom to dump the poop in the toilet if need be), wash my hands, and then use the hand sanitizer again. Needless to say, we go through the stuff pretty quickly.

You know how, when there's only a small amount left in the bottle, you pump vigorously (hahaha) and little drops of sanitizer come out in spurts? (HAHAHA) That happened tonight, and just as I was thinking, "man, we need to get a fresh bottle of this stuff", a drop flew into my eye.

That shit hurts.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" I screamed, pretty shrilly. "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!"

"What happened?" Brian yelled from the other room.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!"

"What?" (Impatient, now.)

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

"What did you do?", Brian asked as he walked into the nursery.

"The hand sanitizer...a droplet...flew in my eye...AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

"Are you okay?"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Honestly, I'd probably still be screaming if I hadn't had to give the kiddo his bath and put him to bed. That shit still hurts.

moral of the story: don't put off buying cool stuff.

Yesterday at the Comissary, they had pizzelles. Brian and I were just talking about them the other day, but I haven't had a pizzelle in YEARS so of course I bought some. It occurred to me, as I was munching on the sweet, crumbly, almond-flavored goodness, that when I read The Lord of the Rings, when they talk about lembas (the delicious, quasi-magical waybread of the Elves), I think of pizzelles. I don't think that lembas had .5 grams of trans-fat per piece, though. These pizzelles do. I have to get a pizzelle maker and make my own.

They used to make a waffle iron with interchangeable plates for waffles, panini and pizzelles, but I don't think they make it anymore because I can't find it. I wanted to register for it when I got married - I honestly can't remember why I didn't. I really wish I had, though, because have you ever looked at the ingredients in frozen waffles? I'd really feel a lot better if I made and froze my own.

(ps, as soon as I posted this, I found it somewhere. I may just have to order it.)

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

pardon our dust...

...we are undergoing improvements to serve you better.

I am going to be slowly adding the archives from my old blog to
this one. The archive menu over here will be weird for a while until
they fix the bug that makes the dates all wonky, but there's nothing I
can do about that. It will be a tedious job, but I've been meaning to
go through it all and delete some of the old entries anyway. So if you've never been bored enough to sift through six years worth of archives, now you won't have to - you can just read the old entries one by one (or a few at a time) as I add them. Lucky you.

yes, I take naps whenever possible

At this point in my life, I consider soda to be in the same category as Tylenol or a decongestant - an over-the-counter drug that I use from time to time to alleviate a specific symptom. I drink a 20oz of Pepsi maybe once a month when I'm just so dead tired that I'm afraid of passing out otherwise - usually on afternoons when I had to drive Brandon around in order for him to be able to nap, and therefore, did not get a nap myself.

Monday, March 19, 2007

toddler mysteries, part one

I just picked up my son's toy ukulele and heard something rattling inside. "Hm," I thought, "Kind of like when you drop a pick inside of a guitar. I wonder what it is. Probably a Cheerio or a Kix". It sounded heavier than a piece of cereal, but we usually keep small inedible things, like guitar picks, out of the kiddo's reach. Brian, who is much more adept than I am at shaking things out of an acoustic guitar (since he is a professional guitarist, after all) grabbed the ukulele from me and started shaking. And out fell...a pick.

Neither of us has any idea how it got in there.

Sunday, March 18, 2007

lessons in pop culture

Right now my 15-month-old son is sitting on my husband's lap at our other computer, watching a Handy Manny video at the Playhouse Disney website. Wilmer Valderrama (who does the voice of Manny) came on screen and my husband told our son, "He plowed Lindsay Lohan." I didn't smack him because I'm sure the kiddo doesn't understand what "plow" means. And when he asks, I'll tell him to ask his father.

Wait a minute...on the other hand, maybe that wouldn't be such a great idea...

Saturday, March 17, 2007

new blog

So...here I am. After six years at Diaryland, I finally decided that it was time to make the switch. There are a lot of things that I like about Diaryland - mainly, how easy it is to customize your template - you can literally do just about anything with it. I'm still trying to figure out how to get this one exactly how I want it - it involves learning some proprietary code - but this will do for now. This layout is truly a work in progress - I wasn't going to switch over just yet, but I can't get at my old blog at all right now (not even administratively) which was just the last straw. Hopefully I'll be able to get at it soon to retrieve my code and my archives.

It really has been a difficult decision; I'm a very stubborn person, which tends to translate to fierce loyalty. But really, I would like very much to not have to manually archive my posts, and I'd like to be able to post pictures to my blog directly from my flickr account, and I'd like a little more reliability. I considered using iWeb and my .mac account for my blog, but that has its own set of problems. I've never been a fan of prefab templates, and I don't like the idea of only being able to post from one computer, although the idea of seamless integration with iPhoto, iMovie and GarageBand is tempting. Maybe in the future, if later versions of iWeb address my concerns about customization and archiving (tags, categories, etc), I'll switch over again.

I must say, though, that the one thing that really irks me about blogger is that the Blogger dashboard widget (put out by Google) doesn't work since Google took over Blogger. Um...what? How does that make sense?