Blog problem

I decide I finally have time to sit & post some things and naturally both my server host and word press decide to lose their ever loving minds.

First my downgrading service with the host from an unneeded 100GB limit to a more reasonable 50GB resulted in my account being moved to a new server, with a new IP addy.

“It shouldn’t make you move” said the customer service rep “But it does seem to happen from time to time”

Then there was a big rigamarole about my domain being hosted by them but not really because it’s with a 3rd party so they can’t really change it and walking me through changing things and then a big discussion about moving my domain to them which sounded easy and cheaper at the time but by the time we sorted through my privacy ‘issues’ and the additional cost those issues might being (more than double the cost) I elected to remain with the 3rd party who give me privacy and only charge me a dollar more a year than my blog hosts ‘standard’, non-private, account fees, instead of $10.95 more.

In the end the blog is back up but something is still screwed because I can’t publish from Live Writer. Something about connections closing when trying to connect to my blogs xmlrpc.php page.

And my blog host is having other hosting issues at the moment so maybe this is part of them. Or not.

So if you don’t hear anything from me for a few days blame them.

Monday Meander

It’s week 2 of my 4 weeks of no evening obligations! I don’t even have bunco as we have decided to cancel July & probably August as well due to everybody being someplace else.  The boys have no sports. DH isn’t going to be in Connecticut or Vermont or New York climbing towers for state fairs. We’ll all be here every single evening.

Mayhem wants to restart family game nights.

He wants us all to play Civilization IV on our LAN.


Meal planning!!! Two whole weeks of meals at a time.  I find it unsettling if we don’t all sit down to a meal regularly.


Mayhem is sleeping on the floor, in the doorway.

Because somehow the light doesn’t come in his room.

Even with the overhead light on IN his room.

He finds it scary having the whole room to himself & he really does not like it. But Havoc likes having his own room so there is no going back.


I’m mostly re-reading the SPQR series. I downloaded my favorite as an audio book at the gym & that got me in the mood to reread the whole series.

I also found a humorous mystery series featuring a would be rock star, currently a temp worker, known as Queenie Baby. Her name is in the title of all the books. There are 3 and at least one novella. It has a very Stephanie Plum feel to it. Sort of madcap & with a wacky family & eventually a long suffering boyfriend.  Even DH is liking it.



I got a letter from Havoc’s new school reminding me the state requires certain booster shots before he can start school & if I don’t prove he’s had them by Aug 15th he won’t be allowed in school.

Don’t threaten me Middle School. If I show up on Aug 18th with vax waiver guess what? He’s going to school. If I show up on the 28th with a vax record, he’s going school. I don’t like your tone Middle School. It doesn’t bode well for the future

For all I know he’s had the booster recently enough. We staggered out their vaxes for so long I’m not entirely sure when we finished, though I know I needed a vax waiver when they started primary school because they were ‘behind’ on some of their boosters. I’ve got a call into the doc’s but they are not the promptest place at calling back. 

In other news our berry canes are producing!


We planted them back around 1999 I think & have maybe gotten 4 small harvests from them.  The birds get them all before we do or they don’t ripen much but this time DH noticed them while mowing Sunday & we got right out there & gathered about a bowlful


We never get more than just a bit too much to eat out of hand.  Never enough to can or make into jam or a cobbler.  But there are still plenty of ripening berries on the canes. If we can keep on top of it, check every day & not eat the berries we already have, there might be enough for a cobbler by the end of the week.

But not eating the berries is about impossible.

Summer Scavenger Hunt so far


1. A sign welcoming people to your home town (or a nearby town)
home sign-2

2. A garden gnome

4. A group of tourists – aka Beast of the East baseball fans from Indiana

7. A rural landscape

8. A tattoo on a person – my brother & SIL


16. A sign in a language other than English – this is Temple Shalom in Wheeling
not english

17. A lamp post
lamp posst-2

18. A water fall – kinda small but I have a bigger one in mind, it just requires a bit of a hike.

19. A public garden – this is at the Stifel Fine Arts center in Wheeling.

Fun fact – back in 1984 I took my first manual photography class with my dad’s Nikon 35mm camera here.
public garden

21. A photograph of you with something representing the season – well of course it’s baseball! This is the tournament my dad has been running for 26 years.


Check out the progress of the other hunters at Rinda’s!

I know the words are English

but the sentence itself made no sense to me whatsoever.

“A good use for old toothbrushes is to clean out the tracks of sliding glass doors”

Now, I don’t have Mel’s dislike of housework but I’m no real fan of it either.

(Back in the early 70’s when I was a little girl a woman & her son moved in up the street aways. Mom & the other wives found her very fascinating because she was divorced, said in a whisper with a hand half over your mouth as if to avert a bad omen from yourself while naming the evil aloud & I always imagine Mel doing the same thing when she says housework)

I sweep. I mop.

Sometimes I dust.

I do lots of laundry.

I clean windows fairly often.

Twice a year I get down on my hands & knees and scrub the hell out of my slate tile and then dry the hell out of it as well.

I wipe down surfaces.

I move things from being ‘in the way’ to being in other places. Often those places are whatever random basket has room for them, but still… things are ‘put away’.

I consider my house to be clean in the general run of things & for the most part I enjoy the cleaning (even the scrubbing)

But then I overhear these sentences from random women in Target or Starbucks.

“I find vinegar to be a good weekly rinse when I wipe down the kitchen cabinets”

“This works great for polishing baseboards.”

“A good use for old toothbrushes is to clean out the tracks of sliding glass doors”

Every one of those sentences is in English and correct grammar.

I know what they are saying but I don’t understand a word of it.

Let us parse the first one shall we?

“I find vinegar to be a good weekly rinse when I wipe down the kitchen cabinets”

The first thing that leaps to mind is WEEKLY. This is apparently something done every week. RINSE, implying there was a wash first. WIPE KITCHEN CABINETS. Really?

I have to go look at my (unphotographed, sorry) kitchen cabinets. They are slightly dusty, but I cannot imagine needing to wash & rinse them weekly, let alone wipe them down that often. They are up above the counter. How dirty can they get?

What does that woman do in her kitchen to need what I consider to be a CSI level of cleaning done on a weekly basis?

Then there is:

“This works great for polishing baseboards.”


Looks around the room for a bit.

Oh yeah! Those boards at the BASE of the wall.

You’re supposed to polish them?

Maybe if they were metal. Or unpainted wood. But mine are painted.

And the only things I polish in this house are my nails.

Even before the baseboards were painted.

Then there is my favorite

“A good use for old toothbrushes is to clean out the tracks of sliding glass doors”

It begins with the assumption I need a use for old toothbrushes, which never occurred to me. 

But I have no desire to get toothbrush close to the stuff in the tracks of my sliding glass door. I’d actually have to touch it & have you seen the stuff that gets gunked up in the tracks of sliding glass doors?  Better to just run the hand vac over it and hope for the best.

Scrubbing out the tracks is a level of cleanliness that will never be attained in my house.

Even my mom, who’s home (apart from my bedroom) has looked ready for a visit from House Beautiful’s photographers every day of my life, never scrubbed out the sliding door tracks.

That’s just crazy talk.

What sentences do you read/hear but not understand?

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