Oh! ExpressionEngine does that already!
You could use Google Docs for that.
I have a mac.Read more
I’m so happy to see so many people jumping in to the Beta version. It’s Beta because some people are having trouble with the linky. BUT! Hey! Look what we figured out- Wordpress.Com makes us want to hurl ourselves out a window!
No, wait, I knew that.
I’ll be posting my most embarrassing story later. For now, though, here’s what these awesome people are up to:Read more
Remember back when Writing Well Was The Best Revenge? It seems that in the wake of the millions of bloggers coming online in the past five years or so, everyone forgot what we were here for: Writing. Community. Challenge.
I look through my own archives and see when I used to write. People would spur me on, challenge me to be a better communicator, to relate a story in a more dynamic way, to share a piece of our lives in a way that touched you. Then it became about money, stats, popularity. The rise of “monetizing” seemed to crush the spirit of the well-written blog. Bloggers no longer needed to write well because the goal is traffic, which comes via selfish motives seeking deals, a quick feel-good popcorn laugh at... Read more
I was recently having some issues with my feed after, what I thought, was the update to this site.
When clicking on the link to the feed, you would see the following error:
Invalid GET DATA
The URL would have come through the feed google proxy which added invalid characters to my URI:
I did some testing and noticed that my main feed from which feedburner pulls from did not add these characters (logical, right? Since it’s not going through the feedburner proxy) and so I knew it was not my feed from the update, but some change I must have made in feedburner... Read more
Here’s the recipe we used for our Sweet Potatoes. I have to say, this is always one of my favorite parts of thanksgiving. But this recipe really made it so I didn’t miss the yams from a can one bit. The kids ate it up as well.
1/4 Cup unsalted butter
3/4 Cup packed dark brown sugar
1/4 Cup water
1 tsp salt
1/2 tsp ground ginger
1 (3-inch) cinnamon stick
4 pounds sweet potatoes, peeled, cut in half length-wise, and cut into 1/2 inch wedges
Thanksgiving was a freakin’ success here at Casa-de-Flinger. Here is the cranberry recipe I used. Recommended: Use ALL the honey (I ran out) otherwise add some sugar otherwise it’ll be so tart you’ll suck your cheekbones in to the insides of your brain.
But aside from that: Delicious.
4 cups Fresh Cranberries - picked over
1 hard tart apple, peeled cored and cut in to chunks
1 cup Orange Juice
1 cup Water
1/4 cup Organic Honey
Rind of one orange, pith removed,... Read more
And if you’re still reading, bygod you’re brave.
It’s one of those stereotype things that all women experience… and curse. It totals 3 minutes of actual embarrassment and the rest is valuable information. My boobies are soft and ok! My hayhay is fine! My abs are totally broken! It’s predictable almost. It’s comfortably predictable. Unless something isn’t right and then it’s horrifying.
A week ago I found a bulge above my belly button following a difficult ab routine. It’s long recognized that my abs not only separated during my second pregnancy, they were in two different time... Read more
In high school, I went to a Thanksgiving at my Grandma’s house. She created everything from scratch, used real butter, the giblets for the gravy, and actual cream for the pie topping. At the time, I was entrenched deeply in the nutrition science and (now false) claims that fake food was actually better than real food. Food out of a box with zero fat! No saturated fat! Margarine not butter. Fat free canned gravy.
Now we know otherwise. Natural fats are better than processed fats. Real food is better than canned. Butter truly is, in fact, better than margarine.
Grandma was right.
I remember my family going home unsatisfied. We... Read more
One of my favorite things about my daughter is how unique she is.
One of the things I least like about my daughter is how like me she is.
I can identify with a five year old girl. I remember thinking out some of the same things she does. I remember laying on the floor of our new house in Friendswood, TX, crying. I didn’t know why I was crying, but I was crying. I remember my dad, so tall, leaning in the room and asking, “What are you crying for NOW.”
I remember that moment like it was yesterday, not thirty years ago. It’s either a curse or a blessing that I do because I now have a five year old that I... Read more