Mommiedaze

Blizzard

You know the song that goes, “snowin’ and blowin’ up bushels of fun”? Well, I don’t know about fun, but it is blowin’ and snowin’ bushels of snow, and it’s freezing!

It’s been near or below zero all day with wind chills in the minus 20’s. The wind is howling and blowing the foot of snow that was already on the ground all over. And lake effect snow has been coming down at our house all day too.

We were about two hours south this weekend in Indiana celebrating Christmas with my parents. It was just as cold there, but they didn’t have all the snow we do.

Things got worse the farther north we got as we drove home. Once we got near Kalamazoo so much snow was blowing across the freeway that we couldn’t see at times. And we came across a few drifts. The roads were icy too.

We got to our house only to discover that the driveway that had just been plowed Saturday morning was partially drifted shut.

I turned the TV on when we got inside and about five minutes later the NWS issued a blizzard warning for our area. So I guess we made it home before it got even worse.

I don’t have any photos of the snow for you, because I’m not going out there.

Friday we got close to a foot of snow in about five hours. Now this, and there’s more coming every day until Christmas.

We’ll definitely be having a white Christmas and a frozen Christmas. I have a little more shopping to do, and I’m wondering if I’ll even be able to get to the store.

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Help! Help! Help! Clueless in Self-Hosted Blog World

I’ve got a little housekeeping to do regarding my move to self-hosted WordPress, and if you all could help me out that would just be swell.

First of all, I haven’t got my blogroll all moved over yet, so if you were on there, and you’re not now, don’t be offended. I’m slowly getting everyone back on. If I do forget you, let me know and I’ll be more than happy to put you on. If you weren’t on, but want to get added, I would love to do a link exchange, as long as you’re not trafficking in anything illegal or offensive.

If you have linked to me on your site, and you’re still linked to my .wordpress URL, it would be most helpful and kind if you could change that on over to just mommiedaze.com.

Finally, for my handful of RSS subscribers, I’m still not sure how that all came out yet, so if you haven’t been getting updates, I need to fix it. In fact, if it’s not working, let me know. And hint, hint, if you’re not subscribed, do sign up. Oh, please do. If it works that is.

And now a plea.

I love Wordpress. I love this self-hosted WP with all its great plug-ins even more. Only problem is, for the life of me, I can not figure out how to use some of them. For some reason my Blog Stats aren’t working. I also can’t figure out how to use Add Sig. What code exactly am I supposed to put in there? And this DoFolow, NoFollow, what’s up with that? Shoud it be on or off? If any of ya’ all can give me some info or advice, please share.

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Here’s Your Toilet Humor for the Day

Well, the pot went to pot today.

The toilet seat is just the latest in a long list of things to fall at the hands of my destructive rambunctious three-year-old, David.

He always remembers to put the toilet seat down. Problem is he slams it as hard as he can. It got slammed one to many times.

Half a toilet seat isn’t very comfy, and it’s wooden.

Splinters anyone?

Guess we’ll be making a trip to Home Depot with dad after dinner tonight.

Oh, I scrubbed it for you before I got out the camera.

No dirty pictures on my blog.

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Dear Direct TV

Dear Direct TV,

You know, these things are never easy.

I don’t know how else to say it…

I just don’t love you any more.

I wish I could let you down easy, but it’s not me — it’s you.

Things haven’t been the same for a while.

Oh, we had our share of good times. When we first started our relationship, I fell head-over-heals for you. You were so different from cable. So many channels, so many features and when I talked to you on the phone I felt how much you cared.

Then you introduced to me to TIVO.

Oh, wonderful, amazing, pause-live-TV TIVO!

You showed me how I didn’t have to ever miss a single episode of The O.C., and you stuck with me even through that horrible last season. We couldn’t stop watching. Hoping somehow Marisa would be resurrected from the dead, and we would once again revel in she and Ryan’s teen angst.

But alas it was not to be.

And now I see that you and I are no longer meant to be.

For the TIVO DVR that you gave me broke. And you sent me a replacement. But the replacement DVR wasn’t a TIVO. It was your own brand.

Trusting you as I did, I thought your DVR might be even better.

But it kept malfunctioning.

You sent four new DVRs over the last year and a half. Each time you promised that the new one would make it all better. But with each new DVR just a came a new set of problems.

You keep telling me that you understand my frustration. But I don’t think you really do. Not once did you offer an account credit or free programming or equipment upgrade to make up for all the inconvenience you caused.

Today when you told me I had to pay for your service technician to come to my house, and then also pay for a new DVR if he couldn’t fix this current one, I knew it was finally over. There wasn’t even a little bit of that old concern in your voice this time.

As usual you came through in the end. You finally offered me a new free DVR if you couldn’t get the old one working again, but not until I threatened to leave you. It shouldn’t take that much to get you to respond to my needs.

You did manage to get my old DVR working again.

But I’ve given you so many chances. I’ve tried to make it work. It’s just that I can’t take anymore missed or erased shows. I can’t take any more of my son looking at me with those sad eyes and asking why Spongebob isn’t on today.

Of course you’ve made it almost impossible for me to leave you. Every time you sent me a new DVR you extended my contract for another 24 months. Now I’m stuck with you for another year unless I pay you off.

I should have learned my lesson from that bad relationship I had with Centurytel years ago.

So Direct TV you’ll have me around for another year. But I’m only staying because of the money. Come next July, I’m walking away and never looking back.

We’ll always have TIVO.

Regretfully no longer yours,

Me

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Is it Just Me or is it Getting Weirder Out There?

Seen at WalMart:

Two middle-aged men, in cut-off shorts and shirts that did not begin life as tank tops, playing that video game where you pretend to hunt animals with joysticks that look like shotguns. I can not tell you how surreal that was.

Seen on the street in my little town:

A man at a crosswalk bending down to pick something up, and exposing pants that had fallen well below his waiste when his T-shirt rode up. There was a FULL MOON! At first my thought was that he needed to invest in a belt. It was an hour or so later before it dawned on me that there should have at least been some Fruit-of-the-Loom under there!

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