Posts from — February 2008

“Great stories to come!”
I promised you yesterday.
Oh well. Seems I lied.

Because I know you’ve all been on pins and needles about this CRUCIAL SITUATION here at Yestertime, I want to let you know that I do believe the problem has been solved. Ads are appearing everywhere! PCs! Macs! Internet Explorer! Safari! Mozilla! The freezer! Ok, not the freezer, but when something goes missing, I always make sure to check there first.

So. Some things.

1. Please email me if the site ever wigs out again when you try to view it. Especially you Internet Explorer people because I never use it.

2. I finally figured out how to make my Snapshot a link that you could click on to see a larger image. Doing this was actually incredibly easy, so when the lightbulb finally came on, I simultaneously felt like a genius and a doofus. I am a walking oxymoron. And, because I am so classy, I decided to make the first enlargable Snapshot a diner floor so that you can click on it and see every nasty crumb larger than life.

3. I should ask questions on my blog more often because it makes all my readers come out of the woodwork. None of the commenters were first-timers, but I got a whole lot of emails from lurkers! You sneaky lurkers! Now I have found you out.

4. I am really and truly going to try to post earlier in the day (i.e. write my post the night before) so that you don’t have to stare at a profile shot of my haircut all day wishing that I would go ahead and change it to a story about boogers or poop or something already. But go easy on me if this doesn’t actually take effect right away.

5. If you have me on your Blogroll, don’t forget to change your link to my new site address. In fact, go do it right now. I’ll wait.
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Tomorrow I will be back to my regular ole posting nonsense, and I can catch you up on all the shenannigans around here. Like how Bug flipped out at the doctor’s office and sat on an old lady! Or how the power went off at the Mexican restaurant and the mariachi band just kept on playing Ring of Fire like nothing had happened! Or how Bug flipped out at the grocery store and hid in the dairy aisle, subtracting 5 years from my life! Or how we toured the Showers of Atlanta while our hot water heater was out! Or how Bug flipped out before bath time and discovered the power of The Scream!

For these rosy stories and more, tune in next time! To Yestertime, where we aim to please.

Sorry for the business post today, but it seems I’m having some problems with the blog now that I’ve added ads, so I need your help por favor.

If you cannot see my sidebars at all, would you please email me (yestertimeblog@gmail.com) or comment and let me know? And, if someone who CAN see my sidebars would email me and let me know, that would be great also. If you would let me know which browser you use to read my blog and whether you use a Mac or PC that would also be helpful.

I am obtaining gray hairs exponentially while I try to solve this problem, so your help is muchly, greatly, truly, sincerely appreciated.

Also, I PROMISE I will change my Snapshot soon. More pressing matters have overtaken my life and I can’t seem to find even one second to hold my camera up to my eyeball. But in the meantime I’d like to say that that’s a damn fine picture of the moon, if I do say so myself.

It was another morning of waking to thrashing limbs and screams of “NO! Read me THAT book!! Read me THAAAAT BOOOOOOK!” Seriously, I don’t know what crazy dream person is tormenting my kid, but whoever it is, JUST READ HIM THE DAMN BOOK ALREADY.

It was reeeeeeally early when he was jolted out of sleep by the Evil No Book Monster, but the Lorso had already been up for a few minutes in an attempt to beat some morning storms on the way to work. I flopped back into bed for the 20 or so minutes that the Lorso was still around, and then I felt Bug’s tiny, icy fingers on my face. “Mama, do you want me to give you ten minutes?” He has learned that this is how his parents like to be woken up - in stages. I mumbled yes and then rolled over. Two minutes later he came back in and said “Has it been ten minutes?” Damn, I thought in my head under the covers. I forgot HE CAN’T TELL TIME.

But he let me lounge in bed for a few more minutes, crawling around on top of me and sticking his face in the crook of my neck. “You’re my warmest Mommy,” he said with a sigh. I guess he was feeling particularly loving toward me, because then he said, “Mama, if your arm fell off, I would tape it.” Aw, I thought. That’s so sweet. And weird.

Isn’t that all we can really ask for though? For our children to love us enough that they would reattach our stray limbs?

I think so.

<—-I gots em.

This is a culmination of a long process that involved learning how to host my own site, so it’s a victory of sorts to have that new panel over there.

Huzzah!

P.S. I’m still tinkering with getting the site just how I want it, so if you have suggestions, I welcome them. See you tomorrow…