Overheard while my kids were getting snacks for themselves:
Son: [fake screams of pain as he cracked open his hard-boiled egg and slowly peeled off the shell]
Daughter: You're a horrible person! I did mine quickly so it didn't feel a thing!
Like changing your mailing address or your last name, I learned this week that moving your blog to a new URL is never as simple as it sounds. I spent a lot of time verbally berating my computer, most of all because every link suddenly pointed to a redirect message that said "Your computer might explode if you click 'yes,' but do you want to be redirected to this new site anyway?" (I'm paraphrasing.)
Through this process, I learned that I don't actually know anything about how the Internet works. Messing with all that DNS stuff is like sorcery to me, so I just had to cling to the soothing voice of Arjhay at Google Domains support and hope for the best. Luckily, things appear to be running smoothly now.
Arjhay, if you're reading, thanks for teaching me that 'ISP' is just a fancy-pants way of saying "really long number with periods."
We celebrated St. Patrick's Day in our house with green eggs and green milk for breakfast. One thing I like about St. Patrick's Day is that it makes the green laminate counters in the kitchen look festive instead of dated!
|Don't judge. If your house was built in the '90s, you'd have forest green all over the place, too.|
Pro: The baby loves his new walker.
Con: It took me 10 minutes to find the sheet with the directions in English, letalone put the thing together.
To be honest, just looking for the assembly instructions made me so tired that the whole thing was promptly outsourced to Phillip.
Speaking of Phillip, he just returned from another work trip. To Disneyworld.
His engineering materials conference was held at the Walt Disney World Swan & Dolphin Resorts, which I still don't really get, but whatever.
He didn't actually go inside the park, but it was 80 degrees, there were palm trees, and the hotel maid washed his dirty dishes if he forgot the night before and left them in the sink. Sounds like an alright time to me.
The other thing I've learned from Phillip being gone for the past few weeks is that I'm incapable of making good decisions about bedtime on my own.
Left to my own devices, I apparently gravitate toward the same sleep patterns as a college kid during finals week, but with less naps.