Archives for August 2007

I’m Only Posting To Further The Kingdom

Hey.

So.

Short break, huh?

But really – this is more of an announcement, and afterwards I plan to go right back to my ongoing attempts to dislodge my lung from my person.

Anyhoo.

One of our sweet bloggy sistas, Jenn, emailed me today to say that she’s not going to be able to use her ticket for the Deeper Still conference in Nashville on September 7-8. Her ticket is for the (sold-out) main arena – not the satellite venue – and Jenn will be glad to FedEx the ticket to the buyer. The ticket cost $70 when Jenn bought it.

If you’re interested, you can contact Jenn at this email address, and y’all can work out all the details. First come, first served.

And I’ll get back to the business of coughing now.

Have a lovely evening.

I Shoot, I Score!

I’m going to take a couple of days off from the blog so that I can devote my full attention to coughing up a lung and then hopefully jump on the road to chest cold recovery. Since a lot of you are fairly new to my little neck of the bloggy woods, I’ve set some stuff in the archives to auto-post.

Here is one of my klassiest posts ever.

The words “quiet dignity” come to mind.

While Alex seems to have mastered the, um, liquid aspect of potty training, the, um, other aspect is proving a bit more challenging. And of course by “challenging” I mean “I could pull out every single increasingly gray hair in my head from frustration.”

As I nearly did yesterday afternoon.

And since A. generally gets terribly upset when he has an accident – resulting in your basic teeth-gnashing and garden-variety wailing – I usually have to calm him down a bit before I can inspect the, well, severity of the accident “site,” as it were.

Which I will not be describing in detail. Because I care about you.

So after yesterday’s sobbing subsided, I told A. to stand right. where. he. was. I was fearful that if he started to walk, the contents would, er, dislodge, and I’d have an entirely different kind of mess on my hands (not to mention my floors). I managed to move A. over to a towel I’d spread out while I gently – gently! – pulled off his underwear.

Underwear safely removed, I gently – gently! – made my way toward the bathroom. To, you know, dispose of some stuff. I was cradling those underoos like I was carrying fine china on a silver tray, and I can say in all honesty that I’ve never been so intent on not touching “china” in my life.

But it probably won’t surprise you, given my long history of grace and poise, that I tripped about two feet away the commode.

It never ceases to amaze me that, in times of duress, seconds seem to stretch on for hours, and the human brain can process several – lo, many – pieces of information in a very short span of time.

My brain, as it turned out, honed in on three critical facts:

1) Oh sweet lordy, I tripped.
2) Oh sweet lordy, I’m carrying poo.
3) Oh sweet lordy, WHAT IF I DROP IT? WHAT IF I DROP THE POO?

And in a moment that would certainly be featured on SportsCenter if cameras had been in place and if I hadn’t been juggling, you know, DOO-DOO, I recovered in such a way that I in fact propelled the substance in question straight into the commode.

Like a lay-up. Or something.

You would probably feel really sorry for me if I told you that the flushing sounded like wild applause, so I won’t tell you that part. But I think you would’ve clapped if you had seen my mad skillz in action.

By the way, as I was “taking it to the hoop,” the underwear never left my hands and protected me from the poo like a shield, which probably had something to do with the fact that Batman’s picture was all over them. Poo-repelling is one of Batman’s lesser-known powers, apparently.

And thus concludes Episode #3,293 of Things I Never Experienced Before Motherhood.

The joy, it would seem, is unending.

This post was originally published on August 18, 2006.

Bible Study (And A Giveaway, Too)

Myrna is organizing a bloggy Bible study (A Woman’s Heart: God’s Dwelling Place by Beth Moore) for this fall. If you’re interested in participating, you can find all the details here.

Myrna’s also giving away five copies of the workbook that will be used in this study, and you can find information about the giveaway here. The drawing for the workbooks closes Thursday, August 30th, so you still have plenty of time to sign up.

Have a great Sunday afternoon, everybody!

The Big Boo Cast, Episode One

SWEET. FANCY. MOSES.

And just know that Big Mama and I deeply apologize for how anti-climactic this is going to be for y’all. I mean, we’re totally prepared for the fact that we may one day refer to this initial podcast attempt as a Terribly Unfortunate Experiment.

But if you’d like to follow along as we talk about fall fashion, you can find the article here.

And we really will get some theme music soon. Along with some better editing skills. Rome wasn’t built in a day, people. Rome wasn’t built in a day.

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You can listen on the blog here:

Subscribe to RSS feed here.

You can download the mp3 here.

You should be able to subscribe via iTunes in a day or two – it’s “under review.” I was actually able to download it into my iTunes via the RSS feed page, but I have no idea how I did it.

As always, I am a tremendous resource for technical support information.

And let me just clarify: we love us some capri pants. We DO. I just don’t want to wear them to the event I mentioned because 1) I wore them the last time I went to a conference and 2) it’ll be the beginning of fall. I just want a little wardrobe change, you understand. But capri pants are our friends.

That is all.

Technology Is Fun

Edited to add: converted the file to mp3. Have tried to upload about five times to one particular hosting company. Every single time the upload finishes my browser crashes. And the upload doesn’t save. Am trying not to throw things. Need break. Back later.

So here’s the deal.

There is one specific hosting company I want to use for the podcast. But said hosting company has been experiencing an “outage” for the last 36 hours, which leads me to think that perhaps they’re not the best choice after all.

So I’ve been trying to figure out different hosting companies, allotted bandwidth, limits on uploads, blah blah blah DOES ANYONE HAVE A CASSETTE TAPE? BECAUSE I KNOW HOW TO WORK A CASSETTE TAPE.

But the biggest hurdle of all is that my editing software exports an mp4a file, which apparently is deeply, deeply different from an mp3 file, and I’m having trouble finding a host who will let me upload my fancy file without telling me that there has been an ERROR! or a FAILURE! or that my FILE FORMAT IS NOT SUPPORTED!

So I’ve been playing “Even Then” over and over (I need the perspective), and I really do hope to have all of this worked out by lunchtime. And if I don’t have it worked out by lunchtime, well, that’ll be fine, too, although I’ll probably require some counseling this afternoon.

Thanks for your patience, y’all. I’m feeling better now because Mandisa is singing “Shackles” on my iPod. However, that may not help matters because I don’t know how I’ll possibly solve my podcast problems while I’m dancing around with my hands in the air.

I’ll (hopefully) be back in a little bit….

I’m Trying. Really.

But I’m trapped in a bit of a podcasting / uploading / embedding maze.

Seriously. I just broke a sweat trying to figure this whole thing out.

But I’ll get it. I will. Because I am as stubborn as the livelong day.

And crazy, to boot.