two new templates up. (the third is in the works).
Welcome to the new Mrs. Flinger, “I’m going apeshit if it doesn’t stop raining soon.” I’m not sure how I feel about it. There may be changes coming because I’m a bit uninspired with all the crappy RAIN. Did I mention we’re going on day #42? Did I? Rain. For 42 days. HELL, people, even MOSES got a rainbow after 40 days! WTF!
Speaking of rainy templates, I was happy to do a rain-inspired template for Paige, too. See? Catching the wet drift, people? Ahh, yes, grow webbed feet and stop on by. I happen to have an extra umbrella for you. Or! Better yet! Let me come there! Is it sunny there? I’ll take anything right now.
Y’all, I’ve been sitting at my desk geeking out for three hours. Oh, lordy. It’s ugly. I’ve been working on MySQL Queries** so I can pull various information from the database my blog runs on.
All together now, “N-E-R-D.”
So, here’s the dillio: I have a new Login Page that will show a limited amount of posts specified by mui. I have my Current Pimp Pick all public now (and y’all, go check it out), I’m still working on the pimp nominations and such but .. here’s where the geekiness really took off, I have it coded so members see info the public won’t while still allowing some info to be open.
Like your links, for example. I’ve got a new links page with all member’s links. If you don’t have your url updated in your profile, you can set that up so I’ll have the most recent info on you. How’s THAT for teaching the fishers to eat urls.. no.. teach a person to fish he’ll eat for life… wait… ah, hell, you know what I mean. Now you have control over what link is on my links page. Feel the POWER! Oh, it’ll take over you!
And, that is all. I am done geeking out for now (Unless you count all the tweaking on recent designs and the fact that once a geek, always a geek, so there’s that….)
Happy Friday, ladies!
** Rbelle, if you, in any way, use this info to hack and break your site, I will come after your badass. I’m just sayin’.
Since I watch our babysitter’s boy on every other Wednesday, I took note of the following 13 things:
Are you ever suddenly struck with the fear you left your tampon in three days ago and fogot to take it out? Do you honestly think that maybe the string got shoved up in your body and you’re going to give birth to some cotton mass in a month or two? Do you ever sit there, pondering this, letting yourself invision toxic shock and other such ailments as you look for signs that you did, in fact, leave a tampon behind.
Only to realize, no, you probably took it out after all. And did I pay the mortgage this month?
This is the type of week I’m having.
I actually posted this on our family blog but I wanted y’all to have the option of commenting here. I want my Mom’s input and some gals that don’t read this site to have the chance to speak up, too, so I made it public over there, but it’s also ok if you’d rather give input here.
Just in case you didn’t catch that, I said I wanted your input. Yep. I did. Peeps, I need your help. Bring it on, girls.
Very unlike Maurice Sadek’s book, “Where the wild things are”, I am, in fact on this Saturday night, not-so-much a wild thing.
Unless IMing without using the backspace while drinking a chocolate martini counts…
I?m struggling with change, transition and growth. There are times in my life I am happy and would not be anywhere else. Then, there are times I?m saddened by the inevitable distance that time brings to friendship, naive promises and childish expectations.
Sure, I aint domestic diva. but y’all….. I GONE DONE AND COOKED!
Chocolate Chip Scones and Homemade Beef Stew last night:
Turkey Meatloaf on Monday:
*I* peeled potatoes. *I* chopped things. *I* made homemade mash potatoes. Homemade stew. Trimmed the fat off of and cubed beef. Steamed fresh green beans that I clipped the ends off of.
Y’all… I believe hell has froze.
I am a blubbering idiot.
things your mate finds funny/interesting/worth paying for that you can’t stand…
I have this friend. Her husband watches wrestling. And Ultimate Fighting Championships. Ok, fine, fine, it’s me. MY husband watches these things. I hate ‘em. Watching men in tights or tight speedos does nothing for me. No, instead, I’d much rather listen to “lesbian music” according to Mr. Flinger. I have this other friend, (no really, I do) whos husband listens to Merilyn Manson. She’s not so in to the satan-gone-rock musician. I sided with her. I mean, men in tights, guys worshiping Satan, come on, y’all. Not really something you want to sit around and condone.
Until I asked Mr. Flinger about Merilyn Manson and he said (and I quote) “He is not a Satan worshiper just because he listens to rock any more than you are a lesbian because you listen to that crap that you do.”
Nice. Ask a question, get an insult back. Feels like a good trade, no?
So I’m not a lesbian, Mr. Flinger is not gay (but he does watch men-on-men sweating in a beating-each-other-up-kind-of-cover-up sordof way) and my friend’s husband does not worship Satan. Tell me, what is your husband not?
15 guests here now.