So.
Had the little one's 6th birthday party yesterday. I wish I could have had a party with friends for him, instead of just family, but I'm too broke. Besides, the day before, he went to a classmate's pool party at the local community center and ... well, 18 kids on a sugar rush in an echo chamber. I don't think I could have done that 2 days in a row. 
He still made out. a bunch of soft new clothes (which actually thrilled him; he really likes soft), including a glow-in-the-dark Transformers shirt, an exercise dvd that he wants to put on when he gets home, and a Transformers Playdoh set. We almost didn't the table cleared fast enough for him to pull it out.
He spent hours with that.
And, unfortunately, learned that you can't separate Playdoh colors after you mix them.
On another note, it's time to finally bite the bullet and trade in my phone.This past July, my Glyde decided it didn't want to charge. At. All. So we activated my husband's old Voyager on my #. The front screen was cracked, but the phone itself worked. For a while.
A few weeks ago, the Voyager decided it was going to be fussy about charging. Open it up and the charging port fell out. I tacked that back into place with a touch of solder, but apparently when it fell out, one or 2 of the pins actually broke off. Which leads to an interesting situation. Apparently the charging port is somehow connected to the headset port, which means the phone is permanently convinced I have a headset plugged in and won't let me just talk or use a bluetooth, unless I have it plugged into a charger.
And if I plug in a headset and the charger at the same time, there's massive feedback in my ear.
So it's time to admit defeat and trade in. I could, in theory, order a new port (and screen, for that matter) and install it, but it's just not worth the effort any more.
On a 3rd note, stories are chugging along, scenes are multiplying like fractals, and if I'm forgetting anything before I get to write it down, then I'm forgetting I'm forgetting and blissfully unaware of what it is. The downside is how little time I get for the physical writing part. Another problem is the nature of Pearls. I will freely admit it started out pretty cracky and Mary-Sue-ish, but it wasn't something I ever planned on posting. It was mostly just "something that made me giggle for more than 15 seconds", which should rarely, if ever, see the light of day. It's morphing into a serious epic, but I'm still getting hung up on the beginning bad guys, since (in good, crack fashion) they were based on the Evil Organizations (tm) I knew and loved in the 80's. Complete with underground lair and world domination plans, but no cat (yet). The problem is writing them scary enough to not turn it into a farce, yet still have room to shuffle them to second string if I don't want to make continuing trouble for out intrepid heroes.
Fruitful just needs me to stop giggling enough to write coherent sentences that I can go over with a critical eye.
Also, Halloween is coming!
He still made out. a bunch of soft new clothes (which actually thrilled him; he really likes soft), including a glow-in-the-dark Transformers shirt, an exercise dvd that he wants to put on when he gets home, and a Transformers Playdoh set. We almost didn't the table cleared fast enough for him to pull it out.
He spent hours with that.
And, unfortunately, learned that you can't separate Playdoh colors after you mix them.
On another note, it's time to finally bite the bullet and trade in my phone.This past July, my Glyde decided it didn't want to charge. At. All. So we activated my husband's old Voyager on my #. The front screen was cracked, but the phone itself worked. For a while.
A few weeks ago, the Voyager decided it was going to be fussy about charging. Open it up and the charging port fell out. I tacked that back into place with a touch of solder, but apparently when it fell out, one or 2 of the pins actually broke off. Which leads to an interesting situation. Apparently the charging port is somehow connected to the headset port, which means the phone is permanently convinced I have a headset plugged in and won't let me just talk or use a bluetooth, unless I have it plugged into a charger.
And if I plug in a headset and the charger at the same time, there's massive feedback in my ear.
So it's time to admit defeat and trade in. I could, in theory, order a new port (and screen, for that matter) and install it, but it's just not worth the effort any more.
On a 3rd note, stories are chugging along, scenes are multiplying like fractals, and if I'm forgetting anything before I get to write it down, then I'm forgetting I'm forgetting and blissfully unaware of what it is. The downside is how little time I get for the physical writing part. Another problem is the nature of Pearls. I will freely admit it started out pretty cracky and Mary-Sue-ish, but it wasn't something I ever planned on posting. It was mostly just "something that made me giggle for more than 15 seconds", which should rarely, if ever, see the light of day. It's morphing into a serious epic, but I'm still getting hung up on the beginning bad guys, since (in good, crack fashion) they were based on the Evil Organizations (tm) I knew and loved in the 80's. Complete with underground lair and world domination plans, but no cat (yet). The problem is writing them scary enough to not turn it into a farce, yet still have room to shuffle them to second string if I don't want to make continuing trouble for out intrepid heroes.
Fruitful just needs me to stop giggling enough to write coherent sentences that I can go over with a critical eye.
Also, Halloween is coming!