Wow I can’t believe it, I think it’s been a week since I’ve properly read my feeds. And I still haven’t caught up. How did so much time fly by? It was the damn learning php thing. It just gobbled up all my free time and I didn’t even realize it. But victory is mine! (is that a line from a movie?)
So you may or may not have noticed but I’m not on Blogger anymore. I spent hours yesterday after Isabelle fell asleep switching everything over to WordPress. It wasn’t working properly at first. I wanted all my links to remain the same but I wanted them to go to the WordPress side. So when it wasn’t working I had a bad feeling down in the pit of my stomach that it was because of all my Blogger posts that were still safely on my server. So I had to delete, YES DELETE, all of them from my server. Scary thought at first. But I backed everything up and gave it a try. And it worked! And even better, I still have the Blogger archive monthly files up so I can go back if I want. So that deserves a happy dance!
Note: I do not dance like this. Hee hee I just like drawing my silly happy dances. I think I should draw a whole series of them…
I’m so excited because now I have the comment system I want. Now I just need to decide which works better for me, emailing people back or just editing comments with my reply in them. That might not be very interesting or important to you but I think that deserves another happy dance, because I am a goober.
Note: I do not dance like this either, though of course I did briefly to figure out how to draw this…har har har!
Anyhoo, the title of this post: Jumble. Why? Because I’m going to blather on about something else. I was being a klutz yesterday and was running down the hallway and bashed my foot against a thing that was sticking out, the base molding thinger-ma-bob. OUCH! When I say bashed I mean BASHED. My little toe on my left foot is looking a pulpy mess. Ok that’s a wee exaggeration. It is bruised, swollen looking, and hurts. It does not look pulpy. How can I tell if it’s broken? I think I will google that. And a little injured piggy is a prettier picture than my pulpy little toe. Hence the picture.
And off I go on another subject because I’m talkative today. (well I’m not really talking. You know what I mean. how about I’m writative today?) I just bought a doll for Isabelle on Ebay. I like handmade dolls but this one isn’t. But I got it because I need a backup. The description for it said it’s from 2002. So I must have bought this one five years ago. When I bought her I thought she was cute. Her name is Simone. I was going to give her as a gift I’m sure or maybe I was going to keep her, because I really liked her. I even bought an extra outfit: a pair of pink polka dot pajamas with bunny slippers. But the dogs got to her. She has a wound on her belly that I put a bandage on and one leg is now longer then the other.
Well the other day I pulled her out of a drawer and gave her to Isabelle. And she loves playing with her. Isabelle keeps bringing Simone over with her shoes and says shoooo, wanting us to put on her shoes. It’s so cute!! So I thought I’d get her a new unchewed pristine dolly for the great deal of $7.