Her Royal Slackness finally posts.

Yep, it's been a while. Here's a little of everything.

Caleb's default transportation is his feet. He only crawls as backup when he falls over. And even when he does that, now in the last couple days he's been getting himself back up again (even in the middle of the floor, without a wall or chair or Mum's legs to help him). And everything is "that." He points at something he wants and repeatedly says "dat! dat!" And today he had the most fun with - you guessed it - a plain big cardboard box. It used to have those flaps on each end that fold in to make a sort of handle, but Darrin ripped those off and now they're windows. Caleb kept crawling inside and looking through at whoever was on the other side and going "Aaaah!" and laughing.

He does NOT like: the doorbell, anyone going out the front door and him staying inside, the forehead thermometer, and either of us sitting at our computers for more than two seconds.

What he does like: strawberries, paper, and a little rubber cat-shaped sort of picture frame thing with Tigger's picture in the face.

Little Para Pants: Haven't heard yet if any of my nappies have sold at Nature's Cradle yet, but I'll email the lady tomorrow & ask about them. And we were in Riverton last weekend visiting Darrin's mum, and I saw a lady at their monthly market with a display about her new kids' clothing & educational toys store opening next month in Kapunda. So I asked if she was going to have nappies and told her I make them, and she said she was very interested. Gave her my business card (yes, I even have business cards now) and we'll see what happens.

In other news, some of you know this, and some of you don't, but all of you will now. Darrin's cutting back to 4 days a week at the school, and working on websites with our friend Josh on the fifth day. Since it's contracted work, it's a bit of feast & famine on the money side of things, but he likes it a lot more, so it's all good.

I'm planning to start yet another veggie garden as soon as I a) get some seeds, b) get around to it, and c) can keep Caleb occupied while I'm doing it. So it hasn't exactly happened yet, and it's raining this weekend. I DO have a few seed packets, so maybe I should actually get around to doing it tomorrow while he's napping.

I forgot to go to my eye appointment this afternoon where I would have had my contact lenses "fitted." Ah well.

And I found Dr Pepper in Adelaide last week. Along with a lot of other American sweets - A&W Root Beer & Cream Soda, Butterfinger, Reese's Pieces, Reese's peanut butter cups, Jelly Belly jelly beans, Milk Duds, and so many more I can't remember. I drive through the city on my way to Homebirth Network meetings and things at least once a month anyway, so I might just start taking the train instead, so I can stop in at that shop on my way home. It's called Black(something) Old Lolly Shop, in James Place, right across from the new Angus & Robertson bookshop. That's a VERY dangerous (i.e. expensive) street for me....

And last but not least, I bought Gilmore Girls season 4 on DVD yesterday. So you know what I've been doing ever since then. I've watched the first 8 episodes already.

Yeah, it's yet another rant. Suffer.

You know, I'm getting sick to death of going into cool-sounding websites and finding out they need Flash to show you anything. EARTH TO EVERYONE: Flash is bloated crap. Accept it and use something else in your website. It's really not that hard, and it'll make it a heck of a lot easier for everyone to view your site, whether they do or don't currently use flash.

Note to Opie (and others like him): Your site is fine. I can still READ your site. The Flash on your site isn't an essential part of the page, it's just a decoration (as far as I can tell anyway). It's when things like government websites use a Flash application to display a clickable map, when it's much more effective (and probably looks about the same) doing it without.

See, I don't actually have Flash installed in my browser. The Flash plugin for FreeBSD doesn't exactly work reliably. So we don't bother. So all I see when I load a Flash page is a grey box. This means no YouTube (which is pretty much a wasteland anyway, so I don't mind that) and no e-card sites, among other more important things, like certain government websites.

Okay, now that I've got that out of my system, I'm off to the toilet and then back to bed.

Pet Peeve of the day, part 2

So we went out to tea tonight at Genghis Khan, like we do just about every Tuesday evening. Only tonight there was some kids' party there. All these pre-teens in the restaurant for (I assume) a birthday party or something. And you know how when you're in 7th grade (or grade 7, or year 7, or whatever you call it in your country), everyone wants to stand in line next to their friends? And so they'll say "Come stand with me" even though they're NOT at the end of the line, and they're being incredibly rude expecting the people behind them won't mind if one more person gets in front of them?

Urgh. I never liked it in 7th grade, and I don't like it now either. And I'm not gonna put up with it. So when two girls (who were only about 12 or 13 but trying to look like they were 25) got their bowls all ready and decided they'd just stand at the front of the line because OF COURSE they're more worthy of eating than the rest of us, and tried to hand off their bowls to the cook JUST AHEAD OF ME, I pushed mine out and got it cooked first. And then the manager (who was also cooking because it was pretty busy) said something to them and they went not quite to the back of the line, but back to where they should've been. So there.

And some people might say, cut them some slack, they're just kids. Ahem. They're certainly old enough to understand that it's probably not a good idea to do things to other people that you wouldn't like done to you, so tell me again why I should cut them some slack?

Pet peeve of the day

You know, it's really starting to bug me that our postie (mail carrier) likes to stop right in front of our letterbox to rearrange/assess his load. Because sometimes he'll stop there, do his thing, and drive off, then I go out to grab what I assume he's left for us, and there's NOTHING IN THE BOX! Okay, so he has to look everything over, I understand that, but why can't he do that somewhere that's NOT in front of a letterbox that he's NOT delivering anything to? Very deceptive. Grr.

Yeah, guess who just took a pointless walk out to the letterbox.

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