May 31st, 2008 | 17 Comments »

Some of you may have noticed that my blog blew up yesterday. I had been obsessively coding for a client the past two days, and didn’t have a braincell left to fix it.

My hero, Rob at ScorpWebSolutions, fixed it for me. I knew the database was intact, because I had checked it, but I didn’t know how to finish the update after a fatal error. He did it manually, after a long day at work. If you are thinking of going self-hosted, the service doesn’t get any better than ScorpWebSolutions. Thank you, Rob. I was totally freaked out.

My Grammie is doing better now. They have her in a ward where they are trying to ambulate her more, and she is not having to take such heavy painkillers. It was difficult to talk to her as she was all loopy from them. And? She didn’t come down with pneumonia, like I had feared.

I met with the new owners of the building and am thrilled to say I won’t have to move. I was dreading the prospect of another summer move, and now I can think about planting more flowers, and bulbs for the fall. All of the plants that I identified by their leaves earlier this spring have flowered, and they are exactly what I predicted they would be. Go me.

And that’s about all of my news. I was preparing a post about The Big V and the amazing dollhouse she created, but that one can wait a bit.

I’m glad to be back! Thanks again, Rob!

December 24th, 2007 | 12 Comments »

This card, showing Grammie on a Harley, with my little bro, is one that my family sent for Christmas one year. It was my favourite, and I am sharing it with you to wish you all a goofy, happy, wonderful Christmas.

November 23rd, 2007 | 10 Comments »

I have another post about Skinny Bitch waiting for an appreciative audience, but because of the American thanksgiving thingie, most of my American friends are still in a turkey-induced coma, or travelling.

This is a black and white image of my beloved Grammie and myself at age sixteen. We were getting down with our bad selves, smoking cornsilk. Kind of like Ma Barker and her daughter-in-law.

Smoking Cornsilk

I have other, more bad arse images of my Grammie, but I think I’m gonna make you wait for them. I’m evil that way. Now, can somebody please tell me why I don’t mind swearing, but hate to see me swearing on the internet?