Author: Veronica

Honestly, a NEW version of WordPress? AGAIN?

Seriously, what the fuck? I just updated the damn thing and now they are telling me to do it again? I wouldn’t have an issue with it if my Automatic WordPress Upgrade Plugin (gah, name is too long. Sapping brain cells) would just work for me! I have used it numerous times with no issues, but NO, apparently NOT today.

It tells me that Database Backup cannot be completed, step 2 failed, YOUR HEAD WILL NOW EXPLODE.

Heh.

So my question is, WHY won’t the damn thing work? Has it got anything to do with my ISP? I haven’t changed what server I am using, and it doesn’t mention anything about server error, so I would assume that everything is good there, right? Right? Sigh.

Any and all help gratefully accepted.

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Since my head had exploded (Nathan is stuck cleaning up the mess, and I am actually typing this from the other side) I can’t be bothered spending the next 2 hours resizing and uploading photos for my Weekly Winners.

Lotus, you can smack me later, okay?

This SHOULD be the last week I am stuck with dialup (can you hear the mad cackling? I can totally hear people cackling madly saying ‘YOU IDIOT! YOU WILL NEVER GET BROADBAND! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!’ What? You can’t hear that? Dammit) so hopefully maybe next weeks WW will not take me all evening. Heh.

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I got the small problem with my emails sorted out (can I get a WOOHOO over here please?), there was some issues with my ISP not letting me send emails from an unauthorised internet address (the somedaywewillsleep one).

I think that is a little weird that they are able to tell me what email address I can and can’t use, but hey, I am living in the dark ages where internet companies left me to my own devices. Just sayin’.

Now my emails appear to come from my somedaywewillsleep account, BUT NO! You would be wrong! They are really coming through my ISP email address, even though they show the domain email. Strange really.

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Yep, I think that is everything I needed to address today. I have a few posts and projects in the making so look for them this week.

[Veronica gets dirty! Digging up the back yard.]

[Our government ignores SAHParent’s. Veronica’s head explodes. For a second time.]

[Fruit trees]

[Our outside toilet and bets on how long it takes to a) freeze the water in the bowl or b) freeze me to the seat at 3am] Stay tuned….

We have a winner!

Congratulations to Anne from Adventures in Beanland! She was lucky commenter #25 and I will be sending her $25 via paypal just as soon as she emails me back.

Anne Says:

I would travel a LOT more. Go back to Australia, see New Zealand, also all around Asia and South America. It’s $$$ to travel with kids, so it would be great not to worry about that part.

Yay! Congrats Anne!

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Today, I was busy in the study and Nathan was outside. Amy was playing alone (because my house is childproof and safe).

SOMEHOW Amy managed to snag the sugar bowl off the benchtop. There she sat, eating sugar with her hands until Nathan opened the door to come back inside (how do I know this? Nathan told me).

As soon as she heard Daddy, she stood up and ran away as fast as she could to hide. One of the kittens had been sharing the sugar with her so the first thing Nathan did was scoot the kitten out of it, grumpily I might add.

Once Amy realised that Daddy was growling at the cat and not her (yet) she emerged saying…

‘No no no! Is BAD cat! No!’

… and wagging her finger.

She looked at Nathan like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth and repeated her ‘Bad cat! No!’ mantra again, while pointing at the mess.

Blaming the cat definitely starts young.

Today is ANZAC Day*. Better people that I have written about what exactly happened that fateful dawn at Gallipoli.

Mistakes were made and our men were landed on the wrong beach, under heavy gun fire. By the end of the day, 2000 men lay dead.

My Grandfather (with a few Great’s added to the beginning) was one of the men. He was 26, probably a good 10 years older that the average soldier there. Many men lied about their age in order to enlist. I still find it hard to fathom that boys, children; younger than I am now, were given guns and shipped away to fight a war on foreign soil.

This morning we woke before dawn, to get ready and head down to the Community Club to attend the Dawn Service. It is not a religious service, just a community, turned out to honour those who left us behind.

People spoke and we watched the sunrise as we listened to the Last Post. It was a very sobering moment as we reflected on the men who lived and died for us. The seriousness was broken by Amy, whispering, “I go down now please?” She was bored with the service and wanted to play on the play equipment! However, she was beautifully behaved, despite only having had 7 hours sleep.

I would have embedded a video to play The Last Post, but I have no idea how to do it, or even if it would work with my internet. Instead, I give you the lyrics to a song that tells the story so well.

And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda – Eric Bogle

When I was a young man I carried a pack
And lived the free life of the rover
From the Murray’s green banks, to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in 1915 my country said: Son,
There’s no time for roving, there’s work to be done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war

And the band played Waltzing Matilda
When the ship pulled away from the quay
And amid all the tears, flag waving and cheers
We sailed off for Gallipoli

How well I remember that terrible day
When our blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell they call Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk, he was waiting, he primed himself well
He rained us with bullets, and he showered us with shell
And in five minutes flat, we were all blown to hell
He nearly blew us back home to Australia

And the band played Waltzing Matilda
When we stopped to bury our slain
Well we buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then it started all over again

Oh those that were living just tried to survive
In that mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
While around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head
And when I awoke in me hospital bed
And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead
I never knew there was worse things than dying

Oh no more I’ll go Waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me

They collected the wounded, the crippled, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind and the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And when the ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where me legs used to be
And thank Christ there was no one there waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity

And the Band played Waltzing Matilda
When they carried us down the gangway
And nobody cheered, they just stood there and stared
Then they turned all their faces away

Now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
Renewing their dreams of past glories
I see the old men all tired, stiff and worn
Those weary old heroes of a forgotten war
And the young people ask “What are they marching for?”
And I ask myself the same question

And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men still answer the call
But year after year, their numbers get fewer
Someday, no one will march there at all

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the billabong
So who’ll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?

*ANZAC stands for Australian and New Zealand Army Corps.

I have a few issues that need addressing. Then you can carry on your merry way, okay? You might have noticed I have a giveaway happening.

Unfortunately, my email (I use Outlook) has promptly decided that I am completely unable to send messages. I can receive things perfectly, but nothing will send. I am planning to switch everything to my webmail, but because of dialup and the extraordinary amount of comments I am getting I can’t do that until the competition closes.

Therefore, I won’t be responding to comments until probably Saturday night. And only then if I can make my webmail actually work properly. I will keep you all updated. If you want to chat to me about something (I totally want to speak to you, I have a lonely lonely existance and I love emails) you can catch me at my.sleepless.nights@gmail.com okay?

Secondly, my emails won’t send because I had to change ISP provider again, in the hope of getting ADSL. A certain company that I won’t name, because if you aren’t in Oz it doesn’t matter and if you are, you know who they are, seems to practise bully boy techniques on the smaller providers.

Needless to say, after being told I had buckleys chance of getting ADSL, the bigger company (who incidentally, owns all the lines and infrastructure) assures me that my ADSL will be connected Friday week at the very very latest.

I am quietly optimistic, but still refusing to hold my breath. Cross your fingers for me though, because I need fast internet to help fix my emails.

And my final point, has anyone else heard of Alltop? Xbox4NappyRash told me that I absolutely had to join and until he sent me their way I had never heard of it.

However, since going over and having a look, especially at the Mums and Dads sections, I think I might just become addicted. I mean, I need to find more hours in my day! All these new blogs to read. I think my head may just explode.

Hell, I can barely keep up with the blogs I am subscribed to at the moment!

(If you haven’t seen me for a while, please forgive me until I get ADSL. Then you can scream and shout and rant all you like. This means you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and hell, I have probably forgotten heaps of you. Okay? I still read you, just more often than not it is through my reader.)

And now, my daughter is screaming and Daddy hugs are just not making it better. No matter that it is bedtime and she was asleep.

Sigh.

Did you know that it is give away time again? No? I didn’t either until I was over at the lovely Witchypoo’s place reading.

Seems that I need to work out something to give away!

Because I am in Australia, how about I give you $25 via paypal? That way I don’t have to worry about the postage costs, or remembering to go to to the post office. Also, it means that everyone can enter no matter where you are. I’m nice like that.

To be eligible for the $25 (and yes, you HAVE to read this bit) I want to know what you would do if money was no object for you.

And I do mean, if money was NO object at all.

I will be very interested to hear what everyone has to say.

Now, I do know that some people have an objection to paypal, so if that is the case, I’m sure you and I could work something out. A starbucks gift card or an online gift voucher or something. I’m not phased, as long as it is all to the tune of $25AU.

Also, you can grab yourself a second entry (because who doesn’t need TWO chances at money!) by subscribing to my feed.

Everyone wants to know about my issues with Amy sleeping and how we can’t seem to fall pregnant for a second time. Hey, you can always unsubscribe if after a week you decide you hate me.

Right?

I will draw the winner Saturday using a random number generator to pick the winner. I will then get in touch with you via email, or you can check back here to see who won. I am going to draw it Saturday because of the time differences. I mean, you would hate to get here Friday your time zone, to find out that entries had closed.

Anyway, go on and leave me a comment about what you would spend unlimited amounts of money on.

You can find the list of participants here.