(E)nter If You Dare

Thank you all for waiting so patiently while I flailed around trying to fix my comment section. I told Rae I was just going to go push some buttons on the Dashboard and that's pretty much what I did.

Until I noticed the one that said embedded. (Oh, look, my code is showing!)

The button next to embedded was selected, with the following disclaimer:
       The embedded comment form can not be used if you have Post Pages disabled.
(Didn't know I knew that one, too, did ya?)

To be quite honest, I have no freakin' clue what Post Pages are, or which one of you snuck in here and disabled them, but I told you I would figure it out!!!!

Just in time for my awesome F post tomorrow...I hope I can find that stupid camera.

(D)one

Fine, Blogger, you win.

Sand Dollar is my template. It has the most orange in it, and we all know that I am obsessed with all things orange.

I don't know why you won't let me have comments on my pretty blog, Blogger. I think it's pretty racist, actually. Well, I don't know if racist is the right word, but it's pretty darn mean. Every one else has a pretty blog and just because the only code I know is <>, I can't have comments? It's not fair.

That's right. It's not fair . There...I used my code.

But I will win, Blogger. After I work my next 3 twelve hour shifts I will have a day off, probably. And then I will email my bloggy friend Rae and ask her to help me and I will have comments once more.

Or I will keep this butt-ugly template. One or the other. But I will have comments!

(C)omments

Well, it is no longer (C)aturday, but my (c)omments are borked.

It's not unusual for me to have 0 comments, but with 5 new followers you would think that someone would at least say boo or something.

Evidently they would if they could. I changed layouts but still no go. I already have the lamest blog in the A to Z challenge...now I'm gonna have the ugliest one, too.

Well, it's 2 am. I've already worked a 12 hour shift, gone Krogering, baked 2 dozen cupcakes, and spoke sternly and authoritatively to my blog. I feel gross and smell like a great big thing that they make at that place where I go 64+ hours a week. It's just gonna have to wait. I'll try to have it fixed by Mon(d)ay.

Happy (C)aturday

I am really kind of a grammar nazi so that makes my love of lolcats all the more mystifying.



The newspapers around here are pretty much a joke and I read them more to find the grammatical errors than to learn any real news. So, of course, I immediately noticed that in this lolcat they spelled cyootness wrong. See, those kind of things really bug me.

(B)arack

Yes, boys and girls, I am talking about our President. Yours and mine. Let's talk about health care reform, shall we?

Just kidding!

I had a dream about Big O this morning. Let me preface this by saying that I am not normally in my dreams (what do you think that says about my self esteem?). My dreams are more like tv shows or movies that I watch but don't participate in. Also, I almost never remember my dreams. Unless of course they are really weird.

So, Barack came to my house for chicken enchiladas. They are kind of my specialty and I guess he heard about it. And let me tell you, he LOVED them! The secret service guys wouldn't eat them and that kind of pissed me off, but that just left more for me and B. That's what I call him. B. We're tight like that.

(A)pril Fool's Day

Today is my grandma's 86th birthday.

(Here is where I would show you a picture of my grandma but I can't find my camera and my scanner hates me. Get used to it.)

Grandma is pretty freakin' amazing. My grandparents live in Iowa and my grandfather has macular degeneration (along with a whole slew of other maladies) and is going blind. So Grandma drives them down to Florida every January. And she drives them there quickly if you know what I mean.

She exercises 4 days a week and does yoga and meditation every day. I just saw her on Monday and she showed me a picture of her and my cousin Amy's daughter, who is like 4, sitting on the floor underneath a card table coloring. On the floor! I'm 13 days shy of 44 and I can't do that.

My daughter is graduating from high school on May 23rd and they are planning on driving back down here to see it. Since my dad died I've really been feeling orphaned, being here in the this god-forsaken place with no family. (Usually I don't mind it too much...I don't like people all up in my bidness). But this is a big deal and I want to share it with the people I love most and I am really glad they are going to be here.

Happy Birthday, Doris!

Next Blog>

Who decides the next blog you see when you click that link at the top of the page?

First I get a lot of SAHM zealots, which, yay for you...where's that link?

Um, Italian.

Italian.

Pretentious "godless homosexual" in Columbia MO. Not as witty as he thinks he is.

Chinese popstar fansite.

Italian football team. Hubba hubba.

Viva Cuba! Isn't it against the law for me to be here? Don't we still hate Cuba?

There was a really cute one but it was all about her poor mother's rapidly declining health. Very sad.

Last time I got to clicking around it was a lot of Portuguese sites. Another time it was Arab. They are interesting to look at but I don't understand a thing.

Well, people probably feel that way about my blog, too, huh?

(I know...it was supposed to be about my 3 pieces of fiesta ware. Maybe tomorrow.)