Just Another Day

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Listen, a bunch of people went and got themselves some snazzy new templates/sites and I just could not bear the sight of my old one any longer. I'm new! I'm hip! I'm a tad bit on the boring side, but so was the old one! And I can only do so much spiffy-ing up in one night, people! Overall, I'm pretty pleased with it, and I am proud of myself for figuring out the sidebar stuff. Now, my template inadequacies are quelled for the time being. * And lest anyone think I did this whole thing by myself, I didn't. I only figured out the sidebar stuff. The rest was just some cutting and pasting. No HTML wizardess over here.

Now, why was I the last person on the block to even know that Blogger was launching a beta version? I wondered why, when I visited people's blogs, I was told Blogger did not know who I was, despite having made a comment on someone else's blog only one minute prior. I keep having to log in separately, and often my comments are left twisting in the ether, never to be heard from again. What, exactly, is supposed to be so great about the new Blogger? Will it give me new templates? You know, the cool kind like everyone else has with the white box in the middle with the colored sides? Will it not lose my posts? Will it actually enable the RSS to work, thus letting me know when people have updated instead of having me think that it has been days since someone's last post? So far as I can tell, the new version lets you categorize. Whoop. De. Doo. I know it's free and all, and beggars can't be choosers. That being said, they're gonna have to pry my cold, dead fingers o...

I just read an article about school districts deciding to ban parents from bringing cupcakes and the like to school for their child's birthday. Argh. They have got to be joking, right? There was a quote from one of the principals who said that if they wished, the parents could bring raw carrots for the birthday and that would be ok. Or celery and hummus. Double argh. I realize that nowadays, everything has from Groundhog Day to Halloween has a party at school. But a child's birthday is a special day and I don't agree that by bringing treats into the classroom, you should consider yourself a guilty accomplice in childhood obesity. It makes no sense to forbid certain foods in the schools when all children have to do is go home and eat the very same things. I think if a parent wants to bring a healthier snack, all the power to them, but don't make it a rule. As an apparently clueless mother who just this past Monday dropped off goody bags and cookies to her son's c...

When I signed the paperwork for Mr. Personality's preschool, I expected a large packet of information. I was not disappointed, and eagerly read through all of the pamphlets and calendars and various and sundry things that the school thinks I should know. And what to my wondering eyes should appear, but the fundraiser packet. My goodness, I thought, school just started and they are already starting the fundraiser? Silly me. This is only the first of at least four formal fundraisers, with probably a bunch of little ones in between. I have never been good at selling things. When I attended school we had only one fundraiser, and that was selling World's Finest Chocolate Almond bars. I'm not even sure there were any other kind, so in those days, people with a nut allergy were out of luck. And I'm sure they were just heartbroken not to experience the pure joy that was the World's Finest Chocolate Almond bar. There were thirty to a box, and I can picture my young self...

Welcome to the "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" edition of Pointless Points Trivia, where the points don't matter! Try telling that to AC and Chichimama, who are tied for first place! So, according to one of my favorite books, what are the names of Trillian's two white mice?

I will never quite understand what makes a pinata the focal point of a party. Oh sure, there's candy and little toys inside this mysterious box. That could be part of it. It could be that it is one of the only times we condone, nay, encourage violence on a rather grand scale. What could be more thrilling than attemtpting to whack some crazy dancing cardboard figure, usually in the shape of a beloved character, on a rope with a bat? No matter that I caved to mommy peer pressure this year and got a bouncer, or that the kids made their own custom pizzas, or that I had this totally awesome craft. Oh no, it was the Lightining on a string that got the loudest cheers. The evolution of the pinata has been a long and interesting one. Growing up as one of only five white children from 1st to 8th grade in a class comprised of mostly Latinos has given me personal insight. Pinatas used to be big. Really big. Made out of papier mache, it wasn't necessarily that the inside cavity was ...