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We Are Moving.....

Everything seems to be working over at the new site. I haven't finished tweaking it just yet, but I can load pics and I can post and it seems now that everyone can access it without a problem, so please bookmark the new home of Randomonium and check there for new posts.

I still haven't figured out how to move everything from here to there, but I am hoping they eventually create a way to do that. I could with the old Blogger, but I can't with Blogger Beta. I will keep this up as is until I can figure out how to move everything over. I really don't want to have to cut and past everything one by one.

A New Home.......Almost

If you check out my links to the right, you will see I've added a link to Randomonium's New Home. I haven't quite moved anything over there as of yet (we are still having some issues), but we are a lot closer than we were a few days ago when I was (as the picture for that post shows) about to blow my top. We've been having some rather confusing DNS issues (well confusing for me at least), but it looks like Aaron has got it figured out and the fixed DNS information should be propagating it's way through the internet as I type this (or so we hope!). Feel free to check it out and make comments on it, good or bad, just please keep in mind, it's still being tweaked.

Savanah Gets A Bit Mixed-Up

So the other day was Yom Kippur. Savanah, being that she is only 5 and that she isn't 100% on what each holiday is and what it means, was understandably curious about why I wasn't eating. So we sat down and talked about all the holidays and what each one meant (well, as best as I could explain them to a 5 year old, albeit a smart one), from Christmas and Easter, to Rosh Hashanah and Hanukkah. Then I explained to her why Mommy celebrated certain holidays that Daddy didn't really celebrate and why Daddy celebrated certain holidays that Mommy didn't. This she picked up really quickly and understood that Mommy and Daddy are of different religions and that she, as our daughter, is a bit of both (the best of both worlds is how I put it to her, which pleased her). We then discussed Yom Kippur. I explained to her that on Yom Kippur we spend the day asking God to forgive us for the things we've done wrong. I told her that we don't eat on that day so that God knows we are serious about asking for forgiveness. At this point she didn't want to eat either, until I explained that God understood that little girls need to eat to grow up big and strong and the he wouldn't be mad if she ate. She seemed to understand all of that and throughout the day she'd bring it up again and we'd go over it all again. Typically when she does this she is reinforcing her understanding of what we've already discussed so that she will remember it. Well, later that evening I was talking to my sister and Savanah wanted to show her what she learned about the holiday. "Well Aunt Lita, today is Yom Kippur so today is the day that God asks us to forgive him!" Apparently, at some point during the day, she got a little mixed up with who was forgiving who.

Morning Traffic vs. The School Bus

Rush Hour sucks, but it has become a way of life. Between certain hours of the morning and afternoon, depending on where you live, you are gonna get stuck in traffic. As much as I hate this and bitch about this, there isn't much I can do about it.

What I would like to know, however, is when the hell did school buses start stopping at every freaking driveway to pick up a kid? Growing up, the street I lived on was probably about 1/4 mile long, and all of the kids in the neighborhood gathered on ONE corner and when the bus came we all got on at that ONE stop. Today I had the misfortune of getting stuck behind one of the local school buses as it picked up kids. This damn thing stopped at every driveway to pick up ONE KID! And we aren't talking about the boonies here where each driveway is a mile apart. This was stop, go, stop, go, stop, go..........on and on and on.

When did we reach a point where kids couldn't gather in one spot and all get on the bus together? As bad as traffic is in some areas, wouldn't it make more sense to have the kids all gather in one spot rather than stop every 100 feet to pick up another one? Wouldn't that also save gas having it stop and start fewer times on each route? When I was a kid, I had to walk to the end of my driveway (about 500 yards) and then to the bus stop (about another 500 yards) and it didn't matter if it was raining or snowing. That was the bus stop. You didn't get to it in time, he wasn't gonna stop and pick you up along the road. He had his stops and you either got on there or you went back home and told your parents you missed the bus. I just don't get it.

My Daughter Stinks!

Yes, it is sad but true. Well, some people may find it a pleasant aroma, but I can't stand it.

Last night we put her to bed and as usual, she did everything she could not to go to sleep. "I need to go potty" "I need to get a drink of water" "I need a tissue" etc etc. Well, we aren't going to prevent her from going potty so we told her to go ahead. She's old enough to do it on her own. At around 11 PM she was still up and singing in her room so I went up to let her know that "playtime" in her bed was over. I open the door and I am hit with a smell. I ask her what it is and of course she says "I don't know." I walk around the room trying to figure out where the smell is coming from while Savanah is in her bed snickering. I move over to her and discover the smell is coming from her. I ask her what it is and she tells me in her most innocent voice, "It's my perfume Daddy." Apparently, when she was going potty, she grabbed the all over body spray and covered every inch of exposed skin with it and we aren't talking about a light coating. She put enough of this stuff on her that her entire room smells like it and this stuff gives me a headache. Needless to say, she is getting a bath!

Savanah Wants To Help And Her First Attempt At Guilt

Two funny little Savanah stories for you all (yeah, like you all don't get enough of those!).

Saturday, as I stated in my last post, we spent some time at Jo-Ann Fabrics looking for material for my Pirate Costume. At checkout there was quite a line, both in front of us and behind us. Savanah, being her usual self was busy entertaining everyone (yeah, people who don't have to live with her think all of her antics are cute). We get to the register and I pay, but before signing, Savanah asks if she can sign for the stuff, to which I reply "No, sorry honey, Daddy has to do it." She immediately responds with "I can do it Daddy....really.....it's just a bunch of squiggles!" (which by the way she is quite good at). I, along with everyone else in line, got quite a kick out of that.

She also attempted to guilt me today. I set up her new computer (her old one was a hand me down from a friend and was overheating and slow) today and got everything, except the CD Drive, working. She was very happy to be able to access Noggin Online again and spent most of the day in the basement playing on it. She did, however, call me down several times when she did something that the computer didn't like and errored to the point at which she wasn't sure what to do. After being interrupted at least seven times (I was trying to get my Pirate Costume pants done) I told her that I was busy and couldn't rush right down just then. Her response to this was "I guess you just don't love me Daddy." Oh my God! I have no idea where she is picking this up, but we had a nice little chat about saying things like that to try and get them to do what you want. I am hoping that she understands enough of it now to know that it really isn't the right way to approach things. It was a bit funny to see her try and play me that way though.