December 16th, 2007 § 0
November 25th, 2007 § 0
October 6th, 2007 § 3
This is what happens when you win a photography contest and you allow your husband to convince you to use the winnings in an extravagant way in lieu of for your child’s tuition:
September 22nd, 2007 § 0
I would try to do this.
August 30th, 2007 § 0
Early during last week o’ storms, our condo building was hit by lightning. In addition to some minor (but costly) building damage, we suffered a surge in our power and/or cable lines that knocked out our cable modem, our wireless router, the network card in our main computer, possibly a printer, and potentially Andrew’s baby, his Slingbox. After much troubleshooting and a few hundred dollars in replacement parts, we got internet back up and stumbling, only to be hit by a day (and night)-long power outage due to another set of storms with high winds.
Much is left to be restored (including our main computer — thanks be for laptops), and including my mood and sanity (a much longer story I’ll leave for a later time). In the meanwhile, we managed to escape for a last-minute family outing to the Garfield Park Conservatory this weekend on a much-welcomed fair-weather day. It was our first visit there, and probably not our last — it was really stunning, with a nice section for kids. At the height of summer blooms on the grounds, it really felt like standing amidst a Monet. Currently a series of large sculptures by Niki de Saint Phalle were placed throughout the conservatory and grounds, many of which were “kid climbing around on”-friendly. Alli enjoyed the blooms and the climbing, and brought her little camera, so she and I were both quite photo-occupied — pics from both of us below. It’s cool to see the quality of her work improve so much, even on a pretty junky digital camera. Pics of fingers and feet are a thing of the past.
Some of my pics:
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and, for the first time, introducing Alli’s pics:
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July 19th, 2007 § 2
Well, I’ve wasted more hours than I care to admit (with plenty of much more important things to do with that time) trying to figure all the technical pieces out, but I have managed mainly on my own (translation: with only one or two whines to Andrew) to successfully migrate from Blogger to WordPress. This is no easy accomplishment for someone barely literate in html, css, php and SQL databases on the webhost. I was getting sick of the limitations of using Blogger FTP.
Some of you might have enjoyed seeing some of the site iterations published along the way… Anyhow, I think it’s all relatively stable now, and I’ll have to work out any kinks as we go forward. And maybe one day I can add this to my growing list of part-time, income-generating gigs. (Yes, July is rapidly passing and I don’t have a lead on a teaching job for this fall yet, but that’s a topic for another time and another anxiety attack).
In the meanwhile, enjoy the new site, and don’t forget to click any ad-links that interest you every now and then! We’ve earned a whopping $3.33 from blog ads since we added them a few weeks ago. Think about all of the milliseconds of school tuition that will buy!
June 14th, 2007 § 0
shebazzle.com is the in the top 10 results today of a google search for “crazy people”.
That’s just cool.
May 31st, 2007 § 0
And when I think about cutting her off from chat, we’d miss out on all the great stuff like this (excerpt from chat with Daddy yesterday):
alli: hay daddy, awt side at reesus thar was a sprencoler and giss wat?
alli: i went rit thru it! and i gat all wet and wen i gat inside i was too wet and i had to chang into my eckshtra clos and i had to ohad to had to chang! dosint that sawnd fun goeeng in the sprinkcoler? dosent it? dosint it? dosent it?
May 31st, 2007 § 0
How do you know you’ve created a technology monster?
When your 6-year-old daughter, fuming at your insistence on having live conversation instead of google chatting her WHILE YOU ARE IN THE SAME HOUSE sneaks away to your computer every few minutes to fulfill your end of the google chat.
Houston, we’re going to have a problem with this girl…
May 26th, 2007 § 0
me: i don’t know, where?
Alli: the mooovees
Alli: war do the horse like to go
me: i don’t know, where?
Alli: the naayvees
me: you are a freak
Alli: no! am i?