Lynne ydw i

Sarcasm with a twist of nice – don't get too comfortable

Lynne ydw i - Sarcasm with a twist of nice – don't get too comfortable


For years I’ve been trying to get the teachers at school to utilize the school website. Hell I work hard enough at it, each teacher is given an email address and last year I set up a bulletin/blog which I update when necessary and offered access to the teachers to post homework assignments and/or reminders.

E-mails have NEVER been used, teachers figured they’d get inundated with questions from parents (exactly the point of it if you ask me, easy to send a quick email than spend 10 mintues on the telephone – parents check email, how many of us read those damn fliers sent home?). None have ever requested access to the blog, they feel it’s the student’s responsibility to write down the homework when it’s posted on the board at the end of the day, if they don’t then tough shit.

FINALLY, two teachers have expressed an interest and already the 7th grade teacher (my son’s teacher :) ) has posted the homework assignment for this evening – my son is not amused. No longer will he be able to tell me there’s no homework when there is homework since now all I have to do is log onto the website. I’m pleased.

Cleading hdd

In the hour or so I found free yesterday (both hubby and babe sleeping and parents relaxing) I cleaned up a portion of my hdd. Mainly stuff I’d downloaded, trial versions of programs that have long since expired, games I no longer play. There were so many zip files dotted around the place, I got fed up of opening them to see what they were, God forbid I label them with something I can actually recognize. Of course the random deletion of zip files is sure to bring a blog post within the next month or so screaming about how stupid I was to just delete without checking first.

Why am I doing this you ask? I have this feeling of impending doom that my pc is gonna go poof. It’s about 3 years old (or maybe 4, can’t remember) AMD XP1800 and it’s a workhorse. Been a trusty machine, and there isn’t much it won’t run and still speedy. But I have this feeling…

So I also started burning my documents, and photos, and blog stuff and anything of importance to disc, just in case. My efficiency frightens me.

Rewrite rule

Exactly what does this do?

# Options +FollowSymlinks
RewriteEngine On
RewriteCond %{HTTP_REFERER} ^http://(www.)?*$ [OR]
RewriteCond %{HTTP_REFERER} ^http://(www.)?*$ [NC,OR]
RewriteCond %{HTTP_REFERER} ^http://(www.)?*$ [NC,OR]
RewriteCond %{HTTP_REFERER} ^http://(www.)?*$ [NC,OR]
RewriteCond %{HTTP_REFERER} ^http://(www.)?*$ [NC,OR]
RewriteCond %{HTTP_REFERER} ^http://(www.)?*$ [NC,OR]
RewriteCond %{HTTP_REFERER} ^http://(www.)?*$ [NC]
RewriteRule .*$ [R,L]

Gates Schmates

So it’s now become obvious to me, I’m not an art buff. I’m talking about “The Gates”. 21 million to assemble metal structures which hold bright pumpkin orange curtains for 23 miles of footpaths and 26 years in the making.

The Verrazano Narrow’s bridge didn’t take that long, neither did the construction of the Empire State building.

IT’S NOT ART! It’s the project of two people who have nothing better to do with their time or money who like to be thrown into the limelight.

“It’s mind-blowing, like a Jimi Hendrix experience,”

No, what’s mind-blowing is the $25 price tag for a tee shirt..

“I just want to take one of the gates down and bring it home,”

Oh God… go to K-mart and buy some orange fabric and drape it over your apartment doorway.

My kind of woman: Andrea Peyser

“The Gates” is an abomination. Call me a Philistine, but how can one improve on trees, lakes and rocky outcroppings with miles of plastic-treated cloth?

They just make me feel cold watching them blowing in the breeze.

Oh to be a tech and waffle

My speed test today

7:54 am – 509/646
1:43 pm – 409/640
2:52 pm – 300/639
3:14 pm – 246/639
4:34 pm – 2412/655
5:27 pm- 465/641

I Don’t want to publish the results of the one I just ran, I’m embarrassed.

My second call to tech support:

Move the modem away from any electronic equipment
Don’t have a cordless phone in the same room
Clear cache and cookies
Verizon sometimes has a problem with firefox



However, in all fairness, he was one of the nicest techs I’ve spoken to.

Sleep Apnea maybe?

I don’t mind bringing the baby into bed with me on occasion when he’s having a rough night; I just wish he didn’t snore so flippin loud.

I’ve tried vicks vapor rub, humidifier, steam vaporizer, but nothing works it’s like trying to sleep next to a freight train, he’s worse than hubby. I’m considering calling the doctor and looking into the possibility he suffers from sleep apnea. , or at least find out if he has any allergies. It’s been a few weeks now since he was sick, but he still starts coughing during the nights, and he gets all stuffed up which inevitably wakes him up.

Show and tell

Matthew went to preschool two years running before he hit kindergarten. Once a week they had show and tell, and once a week we used to run around the house frantically looking for something to take. It was always important to him to have something to show, school just wasn’t worth the effort on a Wednesday if he didn’t have something interesting to show.

One Wednesday was Particularly numbing, he wasn’t satisfied with anything I suggested. I think we settled on a postcard from Wales I’d found in one of my many junk drawers.

We pulled up at the school, I got out and walked around to the other side of the car. He’d managed to get out of the car seat, and was rummaging around in the glove compartment and slammed it shut as I opened the car door. We were late, and I never gave it another thought. I was due for a massage in 15 minutes and was eager to get there – BIG MISTAKE!

Words you don’t want to hear when you’re lying flat on your stomach enjoying a massage and your cell phone rings.

“Lynne, Matthew has handcuffed one of the younger children to the table by his ankle, every time he moves they get tighter. Do you have a key? Can you come quickly?

Don’t ask why I had handcuffs in the glove compartment, further more, mind your own business as to why I carry a key on my key chain.