I have been stuck in internet(less) hell for nearly a week.
Thank god it’s on again tomorrow – as it’s the 1st of the month.
This week, I’ve rationed my 5 hours of free wifi at the local watering hole to an hour on monday, 2 on tuesday, and you can bet your sweet post partum asses that I’m going to use up every last minute this morning while sucking on a rocky road mocha. (It has marshmallows).
Of course 5 minutes after I showed up on Monday (armed with 4 HANDWRITTEN, oh the agony) blog posts to transpose and ‘schedule’ for the week, I discovered that due to some tech-muggles screw up, I was unable to access my site.
*EVERY OTHER SITE* was just fine and dandy, but Drovers Run, my darling, remained elusive.
I hastily contacted my tech support who did EVERYTHING and then some to help me, and we managed to discover that the fault lay with the watering hole having made some changes to their IP configuration, and this managed to block me from my own website.
How Convenient.
Then of course there was also the fact that my local watering hole had decided to start playing VERY annoying ELEVATOR music VERY LOUD, driving me to INSANITY.
This continued into Tuesday’s wifi session, until in desperation I scrawled across my slip, “Service excellent! Music DIABOLICALLY, HIDEOUSLY HORRENDOUS!!” No kidding.
The waiter passed on my message, and then asked me if I believe in Jesus.
Today, the music is conspicuously absent. THANK GOD.
Okay, now I have to answer about 1.2 gagillion emails, excuse me.
Oh and be prepared for the blogging onslaught on Monday when I release angst of the past week on an unsuspecting interwebs.
Adios.
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I’ve now designed and uploaded three blog buttons (for South African bloggers) for Capetonian, Joburg, and Durban bloggers.
Here is what they look like:
Clicking any of the images will take you to my graphic design blog where you can pick up the code to paste one of these buttons into your sidebar.
I also just successfully updated to WordPress 2.8.2, so the problem I was experiencing with 2.8.1 is taken care of and my post entry WYSIWYG editor is back to normal- hurray! (Remember, I’ve started a service to self-hosted wordpress bloggers who want help with the technical side of keeping things updated etc, you can email me for more information if you’re interested in joining.)
Other than that, I’m developing the website for the wordpress support service, there’s a whole lot of testing and tweaking going on, as well as getting the content and finer details ironed out, but I’ll let you all know when it’s up and running so you can take a look see okay?
Hope everyone is having a Super Friday Morning! (Oh, and happy 5th anniversary babe!)
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Hey folks
Button created and hosted as promised.
Head on over to my graphic design blog and to pick up the code.
More free buttons appearing at Macnessa, for as long as my July bandwidth cap holds out!
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Today is my husbands birthday.
He is 38yrs old.
Holy Crap.
We-are-fast-becoming-boring-old-farts.
Tomorrow is our 5th wedding anniversary.
We purposefully chose the day after his birthday – that way neither of us will ever forget our anniversary – and I can get away with just giving him one gift. Ha ha ha ha. Well, my birthday is in January, so he usually tries to get away with just maxing out on the Christmas gift and then pleading poverty around my birthday time, so fair is fair.
I’m just kidding.
Not about the dates though.
I’ll let you in on a little secret.
(Lean in closer to make sure you hear)
We actually got married on his birthday!
It was a Friday, and our big ceremony thing was planned for the following day – but we did not do anything legal during the ceremony – boy that sounds bad – but what I mean to say is that we legally got married on my husbands birthday, standing in our kitchen, with an official marriage officer, and then had a big ceremony the next day, which was all of our own design (hence my ethereal smokey mist machine as I walked down the aisle and the Lord of the Rings theme!) but not legally binding – if you know what I mean.
To make it blatantly clear, seeing as I’m rambling incoherently here, is that we were already legally married at the time I walked down the aisle (through the smokey ethereal mist…in a cloak, with a lantern – oh yes you would *think* I was joking).
It was a blast, with all the stress removed – we had the best time ever at our ‘reception’ and I will always cherish the memories.
Plus I love that the marriage officer – when she heard that we were doing a big ceremony the next day, offered to put the day of the ceremony on our marriage certificate (i.e. the day after we got married) because she said that she was only filing the paperwork on the Monday anyway – so it’s kind of cool that we have that little memory to add to everyting.
So last night we went out for dinner and a movie to celebrate his birthday and our anniversary, since it was the only night this week that my mom could babysit.
We-are-fast-becoming-boring-old-farts.
We had the best indian food I have ever consumed in this country. It was *heavenly*. Followed by watching Harry Potter…yes again. Hubby hadn’t seen it yet, and we flipped a coin. Heads was Transformers 2 (yawn) and Tails was HP. Yes I won.
Anyhoo, to cut a long story short, we only got home around 11pm! I can hardly believe that I managed to stay awake so long!
Yes, We-are-fast-becoming-boring-old-farts.
Basically, what I’m trying to say here, is that my eyeballs are hanging on by a thread, and I’m in dire need of the worlds best coffee makers to be delivered stat, to help me out here!
On another note, caffeine requirements aside, I’ve finally found a use for a particular domain name that I registered a few months ago, which will contain details of the post I wrote the other day, about my self-hosted wordpress blog support service. More on that later!
It’s time to fetch kiddo no.1 from school, and I want to take a slow drive, and make sure I get here in one piece.
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We popped out with the kids on Sunday afternoon to a little bistro in the winelands district nearby.
The chief attraction here, aside from the actual restaurant is the wide open space and child friendliness (jungle gyms/swings etc) factor.
Since it was a gorgeous sunny Winters day it was the perfect time to take some updated photos of Flipper, who I’m sorry to say, I haven’t taken photos of for (crikey!), over two months.
There’s just no excuse really, I should stop being so precious about taking PROPER photos and sometimes just take out the camera and relax with my kids.
Stop being a PHOTOGRAPHER for awhile, and just be a mom with a camera sometimes.
The problem is, though, it’s just so hard to switch off.
I mean I wanted to get some good photos of the hubby with both boys, as well as some special shots of Flip, since I got good photos of Skip the other day.
I just go right into ‘professional’ mode and find myself directing every hair, every pose, removing my husbands glasses, placing the kids on his knee, making them stand a particular way. It’s like I don’t take my own advice to just let kids BE when you photograph them.
It’s a disease.
Well, okay not really, more like an annoying habit. Sorry, sometimes melodrama overwhelms me.
It’s a disease.
After about 10 minutes of having to put up with this, my husband, says (in very exasperated tones), “We are NOT here for a bloody photo shoot! We came so that the kids can work off some energy damnit!” Not that he’s got any tension related problems or anything.
Although he’s also the first one to say that he wants updated photos of the kids… I’m just sayin’ s’all.
Once we were done shooting letting the kids go ballistic for awhile, we popped into the farm shop to see what they had for sale.
Oh. My. Word.
Wow.
I have never been more inspired to become Nigella Lawson in-my-life.
The shop was just chock full of the most interesting and amazing ingredients and and..and bottled things!
Buying these things would *instantly* make me a better cook!
My kids would be happy to sit, without moving at the table, and eat a balanced meal if I could just buy everything in the shop!
Organic produce.
Grape-seed Oil.
About 50 bazillion different versions of different flavoured olive oils.
Apricot kernel Oil.
Pickled Garlic. (Be still my heart!)
Farmhouse cream cheese with green peppercorns. (Ness faints and picks self off floor at the anticipation of tasting that).
Turns out we did pick up a *few* things.
So…I want you to say hello to my little friend.
It-IS-My New-Best-Friend!
I just want to say, that about my claim, about the ingredients making me a better cook – heck I was right!!! I came home and made egg fried rice, without a recipe, without first finding out how to do it on the interwebz, and my husband actually nommed (it’s a lolcats thing) on it, and with a mouth full of it said to me, “I wush sh-neez tak-way wuz zis-gud!”
Which I took as a compliment.
Naturally I wouldn’t be me, if I didn’t take things too far, completely. (See? Even that sentence with the ‘too far, completely’ was too much).
So this morning, for breakfast, I just ate…wait for it…
Egg Fried Rice. With pickled garlic.
…
Nigella?
Shminella.
Meet NESS…cook on a mission, armed with peanut oil, and very, very dangerous.
Especially to vampires right now, owing to copious amounts of garlic in my blood stream
(Smells breath in palm of hand)
**Passes out**
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