The Poll --->

I just thought of another one, but it's too late to add it. Actually, I didn't just think of it, I actually said it. "You can't just go around sticking your finger in other people's noses."

You know you're in love when...

You will kiss a booboo'd nose even if it means you may get snot on/in your mouth.

I can't decide what to do about the titles. Are they too big and ugly, or not? I know this is completely riveting for you so I'll keep discussion to a minimum to avoid over excitement. Don't want you to start experiencing hear palpitations or anything.

On a less exciting note...

LEON GOT THE WIRELESS TO WORK! YAY!! WAHOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOO WOO WOO WOOOOOOOOO

Whoa

Now that's a big bit. Back to the ol' HTML torture chamber think tank.

Ah ha!

We have title lift off!!

The strangest thought just thought itself up in my think tank.

I looked at the clock and realized it was still a couple more hours til Curves opens after lunch break, and here is the though:

"Oh darn, I really wanted to go now."

Actual disapointment.

That I can't go work out.

Sweating, grunting, out of breath, forming blisters on my hands, feeling as though my legs are about to collapse under me in fits of exhausted jello-like powerlessness.

Me.

They must pipe in some sort of addictive gas through the ventilation system.

So, how do you help your wee one understand that not everything he wears is a diaper?

First we tried the pull-ups, but that was long ago before we really started working on the potty thang, and they were just pretty darn silly. I think Milo can actually take his diaper off easier than a pull-up, and they feel to him exactly the same.

Lately, potty training has been progressing with the aid of nudity. He's getting pretty good at going in the potty. What he's not getting so good at his not going out of the potty. He likes the potty, pees in it a lot, has pooped in it a couple times, and gets all excited and pleased whenever he uses it.

However, the fact that we are using the potty instead of our undies/the patio/the floor/etc is having a hard time getting through.

Most recently we picked up some of those training pants-- just like underwear, only thicker so they hold accidents in better. The problem is, Milo seems to think they're diapers.

Eventually, we are going to have to get this boy used to going potty when he's fully dressed.

AH HA! SEE! THE MOTHERFUCKER WORKED DOWN THERE! THAT SPACE IS SUPPOSED TO BE A < P > WITHOUT THE SPACES, AT LEAST THAT'S WHY I TYPED, WHY IS IT WORKING HERE AND NOT THERE BLAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *extinguished*

PS. I just noticed another thing askew. Needs to be more room between the rings list and the poll. Mere question of adding space (which has not worked so far...what happened to easy lil

?) or whole hooplah of changing padding/matrix/boarder/am making up words now/no use resisting/can't...keep...fixing...typos

ajdk;atioekdafd;;;;;;;

Warning: delirium is making me feel wordy...and less caring than usual about spelling mistakes.

Another Warning: It's longer than it has any right to be. I think I'll graciously allow these words to do double duty, and go add them to my blog. http://ladylady.blogspot.com in case you're intrested. Go see it!!! Only one person ever goes!!! WHO ARE YOU, MYSTERIOUS POLLER?????

Yes. I have been working (nearly) this whole time, trying to wrestle HTML into doing my evil bidding. At this point, my stomach is really pissed off at me for not eating anything, my body, finally realizing I had given some attention back to it, looked at me disgustedly and said "Yes, DUH you are TIRED moron" and my brain feels like a frothy pile of poo.

BUT my ring links are the right size! Wahoo! After much careful comparison, utilization of font viewers on Word, and brief consultation of a font website, I came to the conclusion that it was probably actually the right font, at a *slightly* different size. From there, possibilities went off into an incredible maze containing thousands of dead ends and one right answer which I reached, finally, after trying EVERYTHING ELSE I COULD THINK OF AND MORE.

Eventually, I managed to get it down to 95%.

That's right.

It was the same damn font...five percent smaller.

*stabs self in head with kitchen knife*

BUT

(what, you didn't think it was coming?)

they're ba-ack *places hands on weirdly staticky computer screen*

THE UNDERLINES ARE BACK AGAIN.

I figured out that it is yet another code buried in the original template, telling everything listed in the sidebar to be underlined. I hadn't even noticed before cause it actually looked nice, it's just when you slash it up under -s and +s and >>s and whatnot that it starts to look like crap, and you actually start noticing it. So, in order to fix the size, I had to let the underlines come back.

I may just let the mofos stay. We'll have to see how frothy the ol' brain is feeling tomorrow.

A sweet toddler giggle...ah, ambrosia of the aural gods!

If ice cream is wrong, I don't want to be right!

Some extraordinarily mediocre haikus to commemorate the evening spent at Texas Land and Cattle restaurant last night for a Father's Day dinner, during which Milo thought he was on crack, Leon almost broke a tooth on a rock in his salad, and...what, that isn't enough? No, really, ON CRACK, the whole time. I suspect it was a delirious second wind coming from missing his nap today (which I did on purpose so that he would be tired and mellow...talk about backfiring...).

shorty switching sides
under the restaurant table
wants: binky! binky!

hyperactive Mo
what did you eat today???
free freak show for all!

jump jump jump and twist
Elvis' signature thrust
(pelvic) and... tantrum.

PS. Milo just peed off the patio again.

Is it so wrong to get pleasure from a commercial?

To all you add writing people who write clever, funny, entertaining commercials, I thank thee.

After all, finding pleasure in little things is sorely undervalued these days.

Mommy the Maid.

So, do you want to know what my two boys just did? Do you??

Leon, sprawled on the floor, propped up on the zebra pillow, eyes glued to the TV screen and hands glued to the Xbox remote, tells Milo that Daddy really needs a beer, will you go get one for him?

This, I believe, is his way of venting minor frustration at the knowledge that if he wants a beer, he will actually have to pause the game, get up, and get it himself. Also his passive-aggressive way of making his desires known to me so that I, his wife-maid, will go get it for him. Fortunately for him, this was the perfect excuse I needed to get up and go into the kitchen for that last donut I'd had on my mind.

Anyway, Milo hops up and takes off across the living room. He's a man on a mission. I'm thinking, poor guy, hope he doesn't freak when he gets to the fridge and remembers we've had the child lock on there for quite awhile now (the lemon juice incident was the last straw--did you know that standing in a puddle of congealing lemon juice long enough will actually cause the skin on the bottom of your foot to feel like it's TEARING OFF when you try to walk away?).

But no, he's not heading for the kitchen. Instead he makes a beeline for mom, sitting on the couch, minding her own business.

*smack smack smack* "Mommy. Daddy!" (gesturing wildly behind him at daddy) "Get! Beert!" (Yeah, that's how he says beer...and soda, for that matter [thanks, Root Beer]).

The best part was the look on his face...total indignation. On Daddy's behalf.

The second best part: Daddy almost had a tear in his eye, smiling at His Boy.

hyper-active boy
red shirt, brown hair, fleeing scene
runs faster than me

I can't really remember ever feeling like fainting at the sight of blood. Did I mention I'm a Law and Order fan?

That is, until the night before last. It wasn't until the crisis was mainly over-- Milo wasn't crying anymore, the bleeding had mostly stopped, I had ascertained that he had not broken his nose, probably did not have a brain tumor, and would probably not drown in his own blood after we put him to bed-- that I looked at the red blood on me and realized that this was the stuff of life flowing through my boy's body, keeping him alive. He needed that blood in him! And here it was, outside, on me!

Feeling dizzy...

Milestone!!

Turd in the potty! Turd in the potty! Turd in the potty!