1. I woke up to find my web site gone.
2. GoDaddy, whom I thought I was done with, had their parking/ad page in place of my blog.
3. I sent off to Blue Host to as what gives.
4. Before I got an answer I figured it out by going to my old account at GoDaddy.
5. My domain registration had expired.
6. I screamed for a little while. I had done so much work over the summer getting everything moved over to where I wanted it and was so sure I’d gotten the registration transfered to Blue Host and that everything was set for the foreseeable future and now this?!
7. I tried to transfer the domain.
8. Again
9. and again.
10. I thought I had it done, and deleted my GoDaddy account.
11. My blog came back! Yay!
12. I checked my blog to find GoDaddy in my place again. The transfer didn’t take.
13. That’s when the nightmares began. $50 later I own my domain again. Not counting hair replacement therapy costs.
Don’t sign up with GoDaddy. They do the weirdest things to keep you from being able to leave.
This is someone’s home. Not a shed, not a summer cottage, not a playhouse. This is where someone lives all the time.
George IV became king when he was already older, and set in his ways. The difference from his Regency? Not much.
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If His Majesties problems with his Cabinet were annoying, at least they were predictable. There was something equally predictable regarding His Majesty, although he would never admit it. He easily grew bored with his girlfriends. Yes, Lady Conyngham was on her way out and she was most distraught over the situation. This made little difference to the King. To grow bored with one lady meant, in his mind, that he was completely free to start shopping for another. Something he liked almost as much as remodeling and shopping for household knick-knacks.
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Wild, eh? For a while I though people were pruning the trees to make them flat. Nope. they grow that way.
Today is the last day in which you can take advantage of the government cash-for-junkers buy back program. Unless they extend it again.
The combination of a burned out motor, the CARS program, and the price of gas had me looking at vehicles in a way I hadn’t before. Where before it was all wishful thinking, now it got serious.
I needed a car. Not just any car. Not a car based on my tastes and preferences. Going by that I very nearly purchased a VW Vanagon with Westfalia. Nope. What I needed was something fairly new that got very, very good gas mileage.
Imagine my shock to hit the dealerships only to discover the cars even remotely in my price range, qualified trade in or not, barely managed mpgs in the low 20’s in town. The best I found gets mileage in the 40’s on the highway.
What I ended up with is a crew-cab Liangzi. It’s a lot like a Daihatsu. With the hydrogen package it’s supposed to get 50 mpg in town. You better believe that’s the first – or maybe second – thing I’m going to check.
Sadly, even though I’m getting a new vehicle with great gas mileage, I decided against trading in the vehicle that would qualify, and the other, which I intend to sell, didn’t meet the government’s requirements.
So how about you? Did you know about the CARS program? Did you take advantage of it? What kind of mpg to you get?
They had a sign up telling you not to stick your fingers through the fences. Just as I was thinking who would be dumb enough to try it, some local kids came along and did. Uh…. yeaaaahhh.
Mom comes to visit her son Anthony for dinner . . . who lives with a female roommate Maria .
During the course of the meal, his mother couldn’t Help but notice how pretty Anthony’s roommate was. She had long been suspicious of a relationship between the two, and this had only made her more curious.
Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started to wonder if there was more between Anthony and his roommate than met the eye.
Reading his mom’s thoughts, Anthony volunteered, ‘I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Maria and I are just roommates’.
About a week later, Maria came to Anthony saying, ‘Ever since your mother came to dinner, I’ve been unable to find the silver sugar bowl. You don’t suppose she took it, do you?’
Well, I doubt it, but I’ll email her, just to be sure.’ So he sat down and wrote:
Dear Mama,
I’m not saying that you ‘did’ take the sugar bowl from my house; I’m not saying that you ‘did not’ take it. But the fact remains that it has been missing ever since you were here for dinner.
Love, Anthony
Several days later, Anthony received a response email from his Mama which read:
Dear Son,
I’m not saying that you ‘do’ sleep with Maria, and I’m not saying that you ‘do not’ sleep with her. But the fact remains that if she was sleeping in her OWN bed, she would have found the sugar bowl by now.
Love, Mama
Moral :
Never lie to your Mama . . . especially if she’s Italian
1 c flour
1/2 tsp baking powder
1/4 tsp baking soda
1/4 c butter
1/2 c brown sugar
1 egg
1 tsp shredded orange peel
1/4 c milk
1/4 c orange juice
1/2 c snipped pitted dates
1/2 c chopped walnuts
sprinkle of powdered sugar
Combine dry ingredients. Beat butter for a few seconds. Add brown sugar. Beat till fluffy. Add rest of wet ingredients, then combine dry. Add dates and nuts at the end. Spread in 11x7x1 1/2 inch pan. Bake at 350F for about 25 minutes.
This one is from the Better Homes and Gardens New Cook Book. It has a wonderful orange taste.
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Jack: Huh? What’s that?
Jack: Darling?! What’s this you’ve got on the table?
Jill: Don’t look at me. I’ve never seen anything like it.
Jack: Does it seem like it’s moving to you?
Jill: Yeah, like that scene in Jurassic Park where the T-rex is walking up and the glass in the cup holder gets waves.
Jack: Oh, no. No, no, no, it’s nothing like that.
Jill: but
Jack: Nothing doing. Don’t even think it.
Come back next week for the punchline.
Today’s theme is Ripples
Previously in Jack and Jill Artificial
Saturday photo scavenger hunt
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“So, you going to do it?”
Ben watched Gene dump all his old notebooks into a garbage can the school left in the hall for everyone cleaning out their lockers. He couldn’t help think it was a waste to throw away so many blank pages. He could use those pages for his writing.
“Do what?” he asked Gene.
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Yesterday you saw what the hills near me look like. Check out the ones in Belize. Quite the difference, eh?
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Smoke curling around the crispy remains of an eggplant, gold glinting from under a pile of Raven feathers, a quill shredded to PUNishing proportions, wry comments and toothy grins, who could be responsible? Clawed footprints and the whisk marks of wings. All fingers point the same direction. Fandango is running amok again.
This was inspired by the comment left on last week’s FF55 – both my own and others.