It’s been a challenging week around here. I’m sure you’ve gathered by now that the switch to our own domain has not gone smoothly and as I write this @ 5:37 Wednesday morning, I really don’t know when we’ll be up and running in our new home. Our first attempt took 3 days to get launched and 4 hours for Host Monster  to delete it for indicating there would be ‘adult’ content. We’re into day 4 of trying to get launched with Go Daddy. The issue now is technical and well beyond my understanding. The bottom line is I can’t get WordPress to install and nobody seems to be able to tell me why or what to do about it. Go Daddy says it’s a WordPress problem.  Wordpress doesn’t actually have a help line. They have forums…I can read them, but until I actually have a site up I don’t technically exist and can’t ask questions there. One helpful Go Daddy tech suggested I get someone in who can read code or script or whatever the hell it’s called to sort it all out for me. Yeah, maybe I could ask one of my new neighbours.

“Hey, new neighbour…I’m a cross dressing sissy. I write a blog about my sex life and it includes lots of pictures of my wife and I naked…want to help me set up my new domain?”

During my last phone call with Go Daddy, yesterday afternoon, I was assured that in the next 24-48 hours they would install WordPress for me or at the very least have some sort of solution/resolution. So we shall see. I shudder at the thought of what my phone bill is going to be at the end of the month.

And now the other challenge of the week. I’ve been donating blood for about a year. I go every 8 weeks and this week was my 8th donation. Mini comes with me to keep me company and to get juice and cookies of course. They have a clinic in a big hall every 2nd week and there’s usually lots of people there, but the appointments are all scheduled and we’re usually in and out in 30-40 minutes. Things were not going well on this day and it was 45 minutes before I even got a cot. I had never seen the nurse that was going to suck out my blood before and I hope I never see her again. She couldn’t find a vein to drain. I suppose that happens, (though after 7 successful visits it was a bit surprising), but this women wouldn’t give up. Once she had the needle in for the third time she spent a good 10 minutes moving it around inside my arm trying to hit the sweet spot.

You can’t really tell from this picture, but this bruise is 8 inches long and goes almost all the way around my arm. Oh, and as we were leaving, Mini took a header in the parking lot and tore up his foot, knee and elbow. It was the big joke around here…Mini gave more blood at the clinic then Dad did.

HHNT

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