penny pickles art: Migrating and one of the worst weeks

I'm trying to figure out why my blogs aren't attaching to my website. I'm ticked and I'm not the only one. Blogger is redoing a bunch of stuff and the way blogs are attached to websites has changed, thus I am having problems. Since I'm a bit of web-dingbat this is posing a particularly challenging experience for me. Hang in there- I know that RSS updates aren't working, I realize my website is hung up on a post from last week. I'm trying - I promise, I'm trying to get things back up in running. Perhaps I shouldn't let Penny run my code...

The rub is that they have these nice little step by step instructions -that I've followed to a T. Unfortunately when I do that my entire website comes off line. The best part is that there is NO way to contact anyone at Blogger. Not an email, phone number NOTHING. Just peer support and frankly when I get into those peer forums its a bit like a pit of lost souls. Wandering aimlessly giving each other incorrect information. I choose not to go there, I like this world too much.

What else is wrong you say? Well we're nearing the end of one of Ryan's longer side jobs and it takes a toll. A toll on him, a toll on me. As he says his level of sympathy is all but none existent when it comes to my woes. I tell him that's okay I don't need your sympathy to have a pity party or to be tired. I had a crazy busy weekend that required me to be up by 6 each morning. Okay- I get that people do that every day for work. I don't. I am not a morning person. I dislike it with every cell of my body. My body clock does not work on an AM cycle. If you are a morning person - stay up until 3 for three nights in a row - force it. Then get up when you normally do - you'll be off trust me. The world caters to morning people and us night owls suffer unless we get a PM DJing gig. So I wasn't home most of the weekend between a swim meet (that Jon didn't swim at, but was a home meet so we were required to work) (which wasn't bad because I wasn't nervous about where he was, would he get to his event on time and how he did) and then the Pancake Breakfast at the school - which was fun, turned out well - but even the economy has hit Pancake Breakfasts.

We were treated though with dinner at friends Sunday night - which was awesome because I didn't have to cook, our kids play really well together and we have so much fun and are so comfortable that nothing is off limits. Which is refreshing. I think in a few weeks we're going out on a double and watching turtle racing - I love how their up for any ridiculous suggestion I might have.

It's only Tuesday and I woke up thinking it was Friday so you know you're in trouble. Yesterday I was scattered, but despite that - I am nearly done with a painting that I am having difficulty with, nearly done with my door hanger AND I repainted a wall in the toy room, mudded the holes in there and around the house, rearranged and organized, and hung up a bunch of the kids artwork that I had framed in easy to use, terribly cheap Walmart frames. That and a plug-in smelly thing and a new curtain rod and wow what a difference. I haven't photographed it - I will later. I scrubbed the floor and the baseboards and got all the crappy cobwebs off the textured ceiling that Ryan and I love so much. All in all - one room down, too many more to go. I think I might tackle something easy like the dining room next. Although I did just plead with Ryan to help me paint the kitchen next week - we'll see.

The volunteer efforts for the referendum are in full swing. I finally got in the PAC email last night and then promptly closed it because I wasn't ready to confront 40+ emails. Today will be the day, after Ballet, after my volunteer meeting, after I work out, and after I finish my canvas. Oh and then there's the PTO meeting tonight. Anyone else want to crawl back into bed?

Spring Break is four weeks away. Four weeks until I am sitting on a white sandy beach, looking like a beluga (I'm as pale too!) gazing into the bright blue-green water. I can't wait - except for the beluga part - that's just sad.