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Note to self: check all pockets, even the ones that look fake.

Okay, soldiering on now.

You see, tomorrow is my dear beloved husband’s birthday. I’ve been struggling with what to get him for some time now, seeing as we’re broke with a baby to support and still waiting on a paycheck to come in.

Well, I know a few things that would make him happy. For one, restarting this blog. I guess we can check that off the list, even if it’s not that great of a post.

Another would be to make him a fractal. Well, that’s slated to be finished at some point before tomorrow too, but I’ve given him fractals before.

I need something that will take some serious work. So, with the baby screaming in the next room (I get up to see to her and she’s fine for two-minute increments), I have nonetheless committed myself to this.

And that is: cleaning the entire apartment.

I know that there are people out there who think this is a downright retarded birthday present. Mostly because I’m the stay-at-home-mom, so shouldn’t I be keeping the house clean anyway? Well . . . I admit that I am not that great about keeping up with the housework. My husband, being the amazing man that he is, understands that I’m not SuperMom or even SuperWoman, and that even without a baby to take care of, I never was great about keeping the house clean for other reasons (mostly involving depression and Chronic Fatigue Syndrome). And, through some miracle of proper raising on his mother’s part and general great personness on his part, he’s okay with this. Even though he would like for the house to be clean. Even though he would like to be able to come home from work and follow his heart’s desires. He still does loads of dishes, helps out with the baby, and gets up in the middle of the night to change diapers, all while keeping our family afloat financially.

I think he deserves a break.

For one day, I’m going to clean the entire house, not give myself breaks, and keep the cleaning ongoing until I’m finished. Or until I pass out. Ideally I’ll also cook dinner, but yanno, while the depression and chronic fatigue went away during pregnancy, the chronic fatigue did come back. So dinner is entirely optional.

Happy birthday, Erich! Or, well, almost-birthday. I hope my present isn’t too stupid.

ETA: And of course, right after I finish this post, Summer demands to be fed. Ah, well.

Unfortunately some of my plugins are acting a little wonky, so next on the list is to fix those. Not too important, so I’m not worried.

I don’t want to use this post for serious content, so another post is to follow soon.

So here I am with a few snazzy looking images that took me about fifteen minutes to throw together with some old fractals, and a CSS stylesheet that I’ve been working on since roughly 4:45 A.M.

(The time is now 8:30 A.M., or thereabouts.)

It occurs to me that I should make a list of things I want to change and come back to it later. For those of you who are seeing this blog in its tacky-looking form, I apologize. Since there’s only so much a gal can do without driving herself gibbering insane, I’ll quit the hand-wringing and give The List:

1. Change my blog title text so that it’s not in Palatino Linotype. It seems the only way to do this short of completely disemboweling my CSS is to change my blog body’s text so that it’s also not in Palatino Linotype, which is not what I want. Right now my priority is making the body look nice, so the title will continue to look bad until I can figure out how to make it work (assuming there’s a way to do this).

2. Fix the title, category, comment, and archive links so that they’re not fruity colors and they’re not underlined. I’ll be making those a nice, neutral black with no further styling if I can.

3. Add some widgets, or something, to the sidebar. Because that area’s looking a bit lonely and lopsided.

4. Speaking of widgets, add a bit to that tag cloud so that it looks less pathetic.

5. Come up with a title that puts every other blog I’ve read to shame while simultaneously making me lunch and saving the world.

If you can’t tell, I’m not terribly optimistic about the title part. Part of the problem is that this blog doesn’t have a unifying theme beyond “oh hey look I’m an artist, listen to my opinions” (which range in topic from the importance of psychology in occupational therapy to why I hate plain M&Ms), and this also includes random crap I found on the internet. Frankly I’ll be surprised if this blog manages to get subscribers who aren’t close friends, part of my family, or my test account.

So for now I’m not going to worry about that last part. Who knows, maybe while writing I’ll discover that I’m making a lot of posts with similar themes and run with it. Right now I’m not to that point, and so this blog remains Untitled.

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