My phone was ringing right before I took this photo, but I couldn’t find. STORY OF MY LIFE. (Oh hello, old lip ring! This was January 2007.)

First, in my family, we have a saying about the “10 minute job.” This is anything my step-father says will take 10 minutes that you find him doing eight hours later because it required more tools/supplies/hard labor than originally anticipated. The extreme example is trying to change an outlet only to discover that the wiring in the whole house needs to be replaced and it’s only due to the hand of G-d that it hasn’t set itself on fire already.

Second, there is a phenomenon that I like to refer to as Sonja’s Law. Sonja’s Law states simply: If something STUPID can happen, it will happen to me.

I have incredibly bad luck for stupid things. Not tragedies, nothing particularly AWFUL happens to me – just every little snag in life, yeah, they all hit me. Combined with my 3 super powers – the abilities to get lost anywhere, lose anything, and break anything – I spend most of my life trying to stay out of my own way. I’ve developed a possibly dangerous nonchalance to having dumb stuff happen to me. Having to wait an extra day for a prescription because it was accidentally called in to a pharmacy in another state… needing a new battery in my car not two months after taking possession of said car which worked fine previously… every single time I go to visit my parents, a package is prepared the next day of the various crap that I left behind – no matter HOW HARD I check to see if I left anything.

So, to document. The “10 minute job” of the “Five minute” install.

Hour one: Configure my domain host to be able to host wordpress. In theory.  And of course, all of this started because I found a beautiful theme that I’m in love with – and I really want a new design really badly. So badly that I have considered paying an actual designer. I still might. So. Try to configure the domain to host wordpress.

Hour two: I have no idea. The whole thing is a haze involving reading and re-reading the instructions, wondering where I went wrong, and remaining firm in my belief that “SQL” stands for “SQUIRREL.” Becoming exasperated that this SAID it would take five minutes, which I figured translated to half an hour, but still… two hours? Sigh loudly. Say something to Nuno, who offers to fix it.

Hours three – infinity: Nuno tries to fix it. Grumbles that there must be an easier way. Wonders aloud if I can be trusted with this much technology.

Hour fourteen: I get up in the morning and check out Nuno’s handiwork. Nothing actually works. I feel so guilty about the amount of effort that he’s put in that I see if I can fix it.

This is where you start laughing. Me? I think *I* can fix this? I am like the King Midas of Crap where this kind of thing is concerned. I shouldn’t be touching it in the first place! THIS IS WHY I CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS!

Hour sixteen: Nuno wakes up and asks how I like the blog. I gently explain that it didn’t work and i tried to fix it. He asks “Did you delete anything?” I say “I don’t THINK so…” Turns out, I did. A lot. Nuno washes his hands of it and declares that I probably *shouldn’t* have access to technology more complicated than, say, Twitter. He may be right.

Hour nineteen: I chat with some friends who have greater internet-fu than my own and get some opinions that this is probably a DNS error. (Discount Nut Supply? I don’t even know what that IS.) A friend who can install WordPress in her sleep offers to try and help when she has some free time in the evening.

Hour twenty four – twenty six: Lis starts trying to work on the DNS problems. Narrows down the issue to the host server, that this wasn’t something I COULD have done, even accidentally. Puts in a claim ticket. Claim ticket will take up to 24 hours to process. At this time, I need to be asleep within two hours and will then be at work, so it may well be 24 hours before I have a chance to touch it anyhow. At which point, we’ll be back at square one.

Pray for this blog, friends, that it survives my efforts to improve it.

Look at me blogging while you read my blog! And oh yes, the kitties. Nuno took this picture to document the kitties sitting a foot apart since they totally hate each other and this never happens – my blogging in the background is totally incidental.

(One of these days, I will post a photo of me where I didn’t just get home from work and look like I was run over by a truck full of dirty diapers, I swear.)

Mama Blogging.

November 10, 2009

She has a few words of wisdom for this young whippersnapper. He’d better not stay up past his bedtime.

Not to be confused with “mommy blogging” – by this I mean, my mama is blogging! I set up a tumblr account for her and she has entered the blogosphere! Introducing – MamaPeke! I’d invite you to say hello to her personally, but I don’t think you can comment via tumblr – in any case, you can read her musings (and a great recipe for cinnamon rolls) and then comment here if you so choose. Or you can read her musings and then make some kickass cinnamon rolls. That’s another possibility.

PS: I also have a tumblr account for non-nanny related shenanigans.

NaBloPoMo.

November 4, 2009

That sounds like it should be a euphemism for something really dirty, but it’s just the abbreviation for National Blog Post Month. Y’know, like NaNoWriMo for those of us who can only think in paragraphs, not chapters. It hadn’t registered on my radar until Kat’s post about how she did it last year, and hey! Nothing helps fuel a blog re-launch like an arbitrary “national” (something tells me that since this wasn’t limited to US sign-ups it’s more like “international”) blog posting month!

So, yes, I’ve joined. And hey, I’ve already posted each day in November! Bonus! Expect more of the same with some of the new columns (Jedi Nanny, Nanny Tested) rolling out soon. For a whole month! And beyond!

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Weekend Update.

October 4, 2009

[Pawtucket, RI. 2005.]

Down to the wire on this, I know. It’s been that kind of day. After I wrote my last entry, I made a nice fall playlist and got in my car to drive up to Brighton to visit a dear friend. And my car didn’t start. Soooo. I called around and it was actually my employers who drove over and gave me a jump (did I mention that I work for the GREATEST FAMILY EVER?) – which, y’know, was also in their best interest since it means I’ll be able to go to work tomorrow. Anyhow, I did not drive to Brighton as I did not want to get stuck there.

I did, however, drive to juice up the battery a bit. It was a very zen-like enterprise; drive as far as I could without stopping. I drove out past Fall River on 195, went to a drive thru to get a snack (so I didn’t have to turn off the car, though I did feel bad for how much gas I wasted while I sat idling in the parking lot. Oh well.), and drove back. All journey, no destination whatsoever. It was very soothing. And my playlist was lovely: all songs that remind me of fall.

[Easthampton, MA. 2006.]

For some reason, those songs are always kind of sad songs for me. Fall is my difficult season. October is traditionally my worst month. Fall to me is grey skies and cold rain and the smell of leaves and woodsmoke. Slow music. Very acoustic. Almost dirge-like. And it was so lovely to see the leaves turning while listening to songs that evoke for me of the very soul of this season. I sang along, of course. Singing in the car is one of my favorite pastimes, it’s really a force of will for me *not* to sing along if I know the song. This is, I’ve found, best done alone. Not because I’m self-conscious, but because my singing apparently bothers my co-pilot.

(This has nothing to do with my voice, which has been trained. Singing is like my secret super-power. No one knows I’m actually quite good at it until they hear me, and then there is much surprise. Nuno is just a purist who wants to hear the recorded music without any extras on top.)

And so, it’s been that kind of a day. I played a bunch of Civ, and even started a decent game with Nuno. I can definitely attest to having mellowed him out a bunch over the last two years – when we started dating, he would have been out for blood. Now? We’re chatting back and forth so that we don’t step on each other’s toes. We’re not exactly collaborating, but we’re respectful enough of the other person’s strategy to interfere as little as possible. It’s way more fun than trying so hard to “win.”

[Reykjavík, Iceland. 2005.]

I originally sat down wanting to write about books that I’ve read and how I’m going to be blogging about my biblioholic activities over here since I don’t have the time to update separately at GoudaBuddhaBooks anymore. I’m sad to admit this, since I love Kat and I love books and I love the idea of collaborative blogging, but realism indicates that any efforts that I made over there right now would be half-assed and I really prefer, when possible, to put my whole ass into things.

So, I suppose that, along with the other new project I have cooking in my wee brain, will come later.

For now, it’s half past bed time for this old man.

Blog evolution.

October 2, 2009

[Lisbon. 2009.]

The fashion updates are going the way of the dodo. I don’t think they even evolved legs. They’re really going the way of that really cute herbivore you create in Spore who gets eaten so many times that you give up and start the game over as a carnivore and eat everything. I do still intend on participating more frequently in wardroberemix, but as for integrating that into the blog, I don’t have time!

This is the only time in my whole life that I’ve been honestly able to say that about something that takes half an hour (tops)! I also have an AM/PM yoga DVD that I’ve been longing to get some use out of – at either end – but I don’t have 20 minutes to spare at either the front or back ends of my day! I’m doing my best to be as productive as possible in the little bit of free time that I do have, but I’ll admit, I’ve been considering “Unlocking Eternal mode in Katamari” to be “productive.”

Anyway, I’m sad to admit that I’m not up to the task I set for myself here. I get inspired a lot and I’m really gungho about starting projects, but it’s the follow through on finishing them that gets me. My desk is like “Good Idea Purgatory” and I’d like to revive a lot of stuff that I’ve started and abandoned. Sadly, working on nanny fashion is going to have to enter this netherworld for now.

I do have an idea for some daily things that I’d like to also incorporate into blogging, which I hope to launch this weekend! So, that’s cool. The only snag is just as I’ve come up with some real daily practice stuff for myself, the toddler I work with has also reached the point in his own self-improvement quest where he can open his door. Nap time is no longer sacred. I no longer have even the idea of downtime at work. It’s a pretty big blow.

We’ll see what happens from here, both in terms of my sanity and my blogging abilities.