12. What is this person’s ancestry or ethnic origin?
(For example, Italian, Jamaican, African Am., Cambodian, Cape Verdean, Norwegian, Dominican, French Canadian, Haitian, Korean, Lebanese, Polish, Nigerian, Mexican, Taiwanese, Ukrainian, and so on.)
The American Community Survey, 2006.
I’m sorry, but there isn’t enough room to write “Polish-German-Lithuanian-Norwegian-English-French-and a dash of washed up Swedish sailor”.
I am waiting to hear back on whether “American” is a valid answer.
Says Matthew, “That’s my Squishy!”.
Says I, “Um, you realize where you got the nickname ‘Squishy’, don’t you?”.
Says Matthew, “No.”
Says I, “Finding Nemo. You are calling her a jellyfish.”
In one day, I will be at Squishy’s two-month well baby checkup.
In ten days, I will be in New Jersey.
In fourteen days, I will be in Chicago.
Augh!
And in twenty days, I will be back at home.
Squishy weighed in at 11 pounds, 12 ounces at her two month well baby checkup this morning. It would have been more if she hadn’t pooped beforehand. The doctor admired her Little Beetle ONE diaper and showed off the Snappi to the intern who was following him on his rounds. The intern looked a little puzzled by the use of cloth, but the doctor said that he wore cloth diapers when he was a baby. They fiddled with her feet and played poke the baby (but not too much, because I had been nursing her when they arrived) and said she was a “perfect baby”. Then they sent in a nurse to give her shots.
The weather was miserable, but I drove to and from the office without incident. First time driving since I was seven months pregnant or so, and it had to go and rain. After the appointment, I stopped at Giant on the way home to get milk and bread and cheese, just to prove that I could actually be out and about with the baby and without any backup.
The afternoon was royally trashed, though, when she woke up from her car-induced nap. Holy crap, the screaming; it was horrific, and I’ve never heard anything like it from her. Every time she moved her leg, it hurt. Because it hurt, she would scream. Because she was screaming, she would move her leg. Talk about miserable. Finally managed to find a perfect position for her to sleep in and settled in to hold her and snuggle her and make it all better.
It was a day. This evening I need to work on a PSD-to-CSS conversion and convert this blog to WordPress. I don’t think I can handle using Movable Type any longer. Every time I log in, I want to scream and tear my hair out.
Yeah.
So, if you’re using an unpatched version of Movable Type, you might want to patch it or upgrade to MT3.33. If, however, you’re a kook like me and just can’t take the news that a mandatory security upgrade/patch stayed completely under your radar because the news was allowed to scroll off the Movable Type site feed…
There’s always WordPress.
OMGWTFBBQ
Still recovering from the aggravation of having to switch content management systems. It used to be that I could recommend Movable Type to clients, but I find myself leaning towards Expression Engine for actual content management and WordPress or TextPattern for weblogs.
I have a box of canned formula somewhere in my living room. I ought to find it and donate it or something. My breasts are functioning just fine (if a little too fine at times) and this box is just sitting there annoying me. More stuff for me to get rid of because it is taking up space! And not only that, but stuff that some people really need, so I’d feel bad if I just threw it out. Bah, humbug, formula companies!
Too many things on my to-do list. Today, though, is a day off. I will wash dishes and fold laundry and knit and otherwise goof off.
I ran across one today, by enlarge instead of by and large. This ranks right up there with for all intensive purposes.