This is the first Random Tuesday of the New Year! We should have a Random Party! Oh wait, we’ve partied enough for a while. Hence the Perpetual Headache. Well, maybe not so much the partying but the beating my head against my keyboard as I look crosseyed at CSS and HTML and CRAPOLA trying to figure out how to get my feeds to fix themselves since it’s been awfully lonely over here since I moved to my new digs.
Two things I’ve discovered with the perpetual head banging – well, three if you count the imprint of the keyboard on my forehead. If you’re reading this using IE7 or earlier, you won’t be able to comment. Believe me, I’ve tried to figure out why it doesn’t like the comment mode, I turned off all the extra features and widgets and checked and re-checked the code in the templates and functions and other crapola, and there isn’t anything potentially causeful of a crash. But IE7 sure doesn’t like it. I know, because The Captain told me, which alerted me to the issue, and I tried it on my hardly-ever-used IE7 browser and kept wanting to spout off profanities towards Microsoft. Oh wait, I think I did.
At any rate, if you’re using IE8 or even better, Safari or Firefox or anyone else that’s not IE, you’re good as gold. You can breath a sigh of relief and click that comment button to your heart’s content. And hey, while you’re here, feel free to leave a comment, too. I’ll return the favor. Oh, and even though I have my feed automatically forwarded and updated via Blogger, they may be a bit persnickety and not willing to divulge that info, so it’s looking like I haven’t updated my blog in forever and a day. Which obviously isn’t the case. So if you’re subscribed to my RSS Feed or email updates, you might have to re-subscribe.
We got 2-inches of snow the morning of New Year’s Eve – Mother Nature decided to make my day of bi-monthly grocery shopping a little more interesting.
Since we got freezing rain and sleet later that day and evening, we were glad we had no plans to go anywhere to ring in the New Year.
Princess Nagger tagged along on the bi-monthly grocery shopping and reminded me that we needed to pick up hot dogs. Since the ginormous carts that can keep her entertained were covered with snow, she had to walk alongside the regular cart. She was whining insistent that she help pick out items and add them to add the cart. I’m looking forward to the next bi-monthly grocery shopping day when she’ll be at school and I can stick to the list without the whining. Though I did get a giggle out of her selection of hot dogs to purchase:
Quarter-Pound dogs. Here, let’s give you some perspective on their actual size:
I’m not a big fan of hot dogs to begin with, so I’ll happily let Princess Nagger and hubby choke them down with relish.
I was racking my Apple-Cranberry wine this weekend, and realized I need to get a longer hose for racking. I have to pay careful attention because if I’m trying to hurry things along and give the automatic siphoner an extra couple of pumps to push wine through into the carboy faster, the end of the hose will escape and spray wine all over.
I just re-read that last part and it really sounds like I’m talking about something else. Too bad it wasn’t as fun (or as satisfying) as that.
Anyway, the runaway hose spewed wine all over the floor, my jeans and my shoes. Of course I only thought about taking a picture halfway through cleanup, it was a bit more impressive with the huge puddle of wine on the floor and the cranberry red all over my shoes, but if you squint you can imagine it:
I wasn’t so much bummed about getting red wine on my jeans and tennies as much as I was bummed about the loss of some really good wine that it’s turning out to be.