From House Wife To Film Maker

Today, worked with John, my son, on our web page. Things were running along simply terrific until we decided, “hey let’s delete this mock site and start doing our real one. Well… 3 hours later, after John had more than gone to work I was surrounded with all three of the Joomla books, a notebook to note things and I still was stuck. I felt like when I was little getting knots out of my grandmother’s tangled yarn with her knitting needle, except this was worse the knots weren’t coming out. I was more than sounding like a sailor and hitting scream level when I yanked my keys off their hook, threw my purse over my shoulder, and huffed my way out to my truck to take my kids window shopping for Halloween costumes, an hour and half later than planned. The break proved to be a good thing, because in the five minutes that it takes to get there I was slapping my steering wheel exclaiming, “I’ve got it.” Once there, with burning vigilance I bee lined to my kids computer and checked. Well, I was right alright. But the problem was that that wasn’t the only problem. it was beyond not creating something, there was also an error in this location. Crap.

So we drove off to look at costumes from everything cute to every kind of horror imaginable. Zach kept pulling masks over his head asking, “How about his one?” “I don’t think so,” I would respond. I mean, I’m good with him wanting the icky choices, he is a 14 year old boy after all, it’s just, well, they’re so dripping with terribleness. Caleb had his moments of horror but there were times he just didn’t realize what he was holding like the gigantic butcher knife covered in red/blood. That sent shutters down my spine. Once his little 7 year old mind was educated he quickly dropped it back into the bin and veered away from any other of similar makes. Except he is into the bloodiness of being a vampire, he wants the pointy teeth and blood dripping down the sides of his mouth, “That’s so cool,” he says with a grin as he runs his fingers down his chin for effect.

We returned and I performed a hair cut to Zac’s hair which for months now he’s ademently stated, “I want to grow it long.” Till today when he said, “My hair is getting to be a pain, cut it.” Before you could blink I had him draped in a cape and my hand was madly layering the front down to his head and above his ears. With the front and sides all nice and tidy the back seemed different. I stopped. I stepped back and examined. I ran my fingers through it. It was just so nice. How could I chop it off? So I l didn’t. I layered it long, raised the back a couple inches, and blended it all around. He likes it.

So back to the building the web site problem. Know what the heck happened? We deleted something that NEVER should be deleted, not that Joomla let’s you know that. Discovered it in a support site. So it was either load in the code, without John or have them just delete the program and reload. I had the code and everything it’s just I couldn’t really figure out where exactly it went. So I told the cowboy, “Reload,” seemed appropriate.
Theresa
-look for my name in the film credits

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