Nausea continues. As does geeking out, in the form of theme redesign.
I’m really having fun, playing around with css. How sad is that? The thought of turning this into a freelancing gig is crossing my mind. I have to find a better way, though. A more efficient way. Cuz the set up I’ve got going now, it’s just sad and slow and frustrating. Hence switching back to the old theme. Slow ‘puter+tired Zoeyjane=rewriting all of the previous changes. Oops. Aka fuckfuckfuckfuckshitfuckfuck.
I need a faster computer, with more memory and less anchored-to-the-deskedness. And more coffee.
Wanna buy me a laptop?
Didn’t think so.
Other excitement is abound relating to playdates on the horizon. And when I have more than $20 to my name, sending all of my crap with some junk pickup guys. And when Isobel is feeling cooperative, going through all of JDawg’s stuff (that I packed for him and he still has not moved out. Almost nine months later.) and tossing the stuff I know is trash. Then moving it all to my storage locker and reclaiming my closet space.
Yup, pretty interesting around here.
I’m going to be running a contest soon. I just have to decide what the damn contest will be. Suggestions are welcome, but then, would that be cheating, considering that I’d want you to enter it?
Like most things (baths in the bug tub and walking from sitting up, without crawling in between), Isobel seems to want to skip a whole step and just go right to the big potty. This is an accident, since we’re merely intending on airing out the rash that’s clearing up in a ugly way. Going on the potty? Merely a suggestion. But today, we were operating at a 50% success rate. Thank god for hardwood floors.
Also, she’s back to drinking milk and has eaten an actual meal two days in a row. Watch my head spin from lack of predictability. Just when I got used to snacking every couple hours, she puts away a bowl of pasta, when the previous week, she wouldn’t even eat anything carb-related unless it was in the form of Flat Earth vegetable chips or banana bread from Starbucks.
It’s like, I don’t even have a clue what’s cool, now. And it’s making me feel old!
