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It’s Wednesday now, right? Good. Only a couple more days until the weekend. I still feel shakey from having to un-weekend myself yesterday. I ate some grapes, so maybe that will help. Oh, and a peach I bought at Clearview Farm on Monday. I bought 3 of them, so I have one for Thursday and one for Friday. That works out well, doesn’t it?

I took a photo while I was there. I’d show you, but then I’d have to kill you. Okay, I’ll show you. If you’re reading this today (Wednesday) the link will work. You are going to be looking at the photo on the shell of my new website. Think of it as a pre-preview. Don’t link to it, because it’s going to be moving once I’m happy with everything. Ready? Okay. [Link deleted because you waited too long] Now aren’t you glad you stopped by today?

Commutewise, I just sent Mr. Dump an email that said “I’m going to ya-mo burn down the work crew who has been trimming tree branchs in the same stretch of road for 4 business days now, FUBARing traffic headed east on 117 well before 7:30am and on.”

Sure, I finally got to see 40 Year Old Virgin over the weekend, why do you ask? By the way, I loved it. Fantastic characters and character development. I give it two toes up. “If I hear ‘Ya Mo Be There’ one more time I’m going to Ya Mo Burn This Place to the Ground.” is one of those classic lines that will be repeated endlessly, everywhere. At least by me.

“If I hear ‘Ya Mo Be There’ one more time I’m going to Ya Mo Burn This Place to the Ground.”

Why is the Tuesday after Labor Day the hardest day to get through? The traffic is back to being horrific in the morning (since changing jobs back to Marlboro in July I haven’t had to deal with the school traffic). Someone could tell the fine people running the tree trimming in Lancaster that they could maybe, just maybe, not start until 8am or later. Seriously, on a major commuter route like 117, they are down to one lane so they can cut down tree branches 3 days in a row? It wasn’t even 7:30am and already traffic was screwed up because of it.

Well, at least it’s a 4 day week. Maybe by Thursday I’ll be out of my fog.

I’m sorry, but I can’t stop playing Toontown Online. I blame them for sucking all the free time out of my life. Blame Disney.

We braved the rain today to go to the Lord’s Acre Corn Festival today. It is worth the rain and mud for their corn and chicken BBQ. I’m hungry again just thinking about it!

So any of you eat corn or play Toontown? I’m Queen Curly Bananaflinger…

I’d like to apologize for my incredible lack of attention to the BDT these past few weeks. I’m a bad person. Go ahead, you can say it. I can take it.

I have been working very hard on getting the design and templates set for bigbadwords. I’m at a point where I’m pretty happy, in general, but there are still a couple of things I want to do that I have to figure out. Because it’s a WordPress site (not a blog, but I’m using it to publish/manage the content) I need to do everything with all this PHP and CSS coding. I am not completely ignorant in that department, but I’m no expert. So it takes me 3x as long as I would like it to figure out how to change the page look and structure, and then only because I copy code from all over the place. That’s how I learn. “If this code does that, I should be able to do THIS and get the reverse.” Voila.

Of course, spending 2 weeks to code the thing is fine and dandy, but then I have to have content to put in it. Small details. I had a story a friend’s son wrote for my Kids section, but due to massive stupidity on my part a month or so ago, my mail folders got deleted because I maxed out the mail on my phone (duh…don’t SMTP your google mail if you’re only allowed 6meg of storage on the phone) so I don’t have a copy of the story he wrote. I don’t know if she kept a copy. I feel like a schmuck.

Let’s see, what else? Oh, my mom and Junior tried to call me at work today and for whatever reason they didn’t use the speed dial, so the first thing Junior said when I answered was “We just called France!” Actually, I looked up the call online (my mom’s cell is part of the “family” plan pool that we have for her phone, my phone and the 2 we gave my step-kids, so I have access to all the records.) and they called Quebec, which explains why the person who answered the phone spoke French. That’s what happens when you dial 8 and then 1-978…you call an 819 area code, which is in Canada.

I blocked international calling on all 4 phones (in case they are lost or stolen, they can’t be used to make international calls) but apparently Canada isn’t considered International. I would have thought Canada (and Mexico) were, but they let the call go through and charged me 20 cents extra per minute. I guess we’re in trouble if the phones are stolen by a gang of Canadian Street Thugs. “Jean-Georges, you got the stolen phones, eh? Call Memere and tell her to send poutines râpées.”

I have a few photos for you all to look at. Because anything is better than actually working, right?

Jody’s Trip to Loon

Aug 22, 2006 – 21 Photos