One of Bruce’s friends calls site redesigns “the annual ritual of pain.” I think that’s about right. Every time I thought I was close to finishing it, a new problem would crop up…MT seizures, MT-Blacklist failing, DNS problems, and then in the middle of all this my host switched me to a different server. But it’s done. Bear with me while I get everything back in order…I only get, oh, about an hour a day to work on it.

The presidential debates were amusing, weren’t they? GW looked like such a fool. The whole thing reminded me of the “This Land” cartoon I loved so much (hey, it’s worth linking again!). “Sometimes a brain can…come in quite handy…” (Pssst..new cartoon up!).

Saige is eager to please these days and will hand Darcy her sippy or security blanket regularly. She knows how to put things in the laundry hamper or trash when I suggest it, and she’ll climb into her car seat when asked (well, sometimes). Darcy doesn’t seem to have a lot of interest in pleasing others right now. She has, however, gotten even more attached to her security blanket. Now she has to have it with her at all times, inside and out. This has added some stress to mommy and daddy’s life when they have trouble finding it, because now it could be anywhere.

And yes, they’re both still big fans of The Toddler Miracle Diet (link via Teresa–thanks!).

The twins and I were sick for nearly three weeks (yet another thing that slowed down the redesign project). We must have been passing it back and forth amongst the three of us, because the cold just wouldn’t go away.

Lots of aftershocks from the quake last month. It got to the point when I felt the tiniest breeze or movement I immediately looked at things hanging from the wall for a visual check. I’ve also done some thinking…considering that this house is almost entirely literally made of glass, my closet should probably be the burrow of choice next time. My whole life it’s been “run to the bathroom or a doorway.” Probably not the best choice now. And I continue to fret about the nuke plant that’s just a few miles away (yes, the one that right next to a fault line). Thinking about it made me put this on the wishlist.

Don’t get too smug, east-coasties. The east coast has quakes too.

Still ipodless. Perhaps good things come to those who wait. But $500? Ouch. I think these are going to start looking mighty attractive (indeed, even some ipod peeps are sick of the coolness factor).

Finished me some Christmas presents:

Some of my best stuff “disappeared” at the studio…maybe they got broken or maybe they got legs, I don’t know. But it got a wee bit expensive ($20 every time you show up, and ONE piece takes an average of three different visits to finish–you do the math!), so I don’t think I’ll be back for a while. I really ought to get my own potter’s wheel (yeah, right…after the Dyson vacuum, the ipod, and the new carpet…*sigh*).

Update on the mom saga: asshole has moved back in. I guess he’s decided my mom (and possibly her inheritance) looks better than his cyber-ho. My mother stayed here for two days recently–less because she wanted to see the twins and more because I’m cheaper than a hotel when her house is being tented–and we got into a rather spectacular argument the day before she left. We haven’t really talked since. I might expand on this later if I have the energy, but right now I’m so sick of the whole drama I’d rather just forget about it.