Bad Blog Day today, I assume.
The initial moving was ok, but additional attempt to move it on the root failed big time and wiped the whole site out. So the first losing of few recent articles and comments seemed to be silly suddenly…
I managed to get it back through Drupal; but than that one screwed somewhere during uninstall and lead to ghost file, causing a fatal error in my database.
So I had to redo it, in the end counting on four damn times, it took me the whole day and a lot of nerves (especially when I really thought I am left with all posts wiped out for the second time – but now it would’ve been my fault, and that I didn’t really like.)
I’m finished with any attempts to move anything anywhere by now. There’s still some annoying error when it comes to links, but it’s way too late for me to solve it now and my nerves are really on the border of beating my poor laptop up, though I know it’s not its mistake.
I have still a lot of manual editing to be done – namely putting <More> tag in every single post which is unbearably long; sorting out categories which didn’t get imported from the old Drupal backup; manually assigning each single post to its original category; editing broken permalinks on certain posts, mainly the ones written in Czech; getting my counters up and running; and letting the few people know I’m back on the site and it should be, inshallah, ok now.
I’m no good with scripting as I can see, but I eventually managed to battle through it with this awesome guide, which helped really a lot. So if you are moving your website from Drupal to WordPress, be sure to check it.
I so, so, sooo hate any moving of bigger chunks of files. I really do hope it’s completely behind me for several months at least. I need my calm! And for that I want to have my blog running, to keep my memories somewhere else than on paper. I’m still partially sad about the whole year 2008 which got lost in vacuum of internet by someones fault, not mine, that is sure at least for this point, heh. Our first year in UK… oh well.
I’m off to bed, for now…
… why I do love my husband so much.
- He is just adorable. His smile, his eyes, his spirit.
- He tolerates my moods, even the dangers of PMS.
- He brings me Kinder Bueno when I PMS, knowing I will eat everything around.
- He eats the food I cook and thanks for every dinner, saying it was wonderful, although I know my cooking is pretty aweful.
- He cares when I’m late and gets worried because of that, even if it’s ten minutes only.
- He buys me things I’ve only thought about having.
- He brings me roses every once a while! That is just so awesome and gentlemanlike and adorable.
- He is good in his character and has the right values as a man, as a husband, as a father, as a son, as a brother, as an uncle, as any possible role in life. His personal morals are high and he’s a wonderful example of grown-up for our daughter.
- He is patient with my crazy ideas and demands.
- He brings me milk even after 8pm.
- He buys me toilet paper, because I’m European and he wants me to feel comfortable – though I don’t really use toilet paper anymore.
- He stays at home with the family and doesn’t go out with friends or to play pool – his favourite – although I want him to have fun besides home.
- He is willing to help anytime with anything I ask for. Peeling potatoes, shopping, even cleaning.
- He takes care of the home trash-cans and bins automatically – so I don’t need to go out with trash. I love how considerate this is.
- Although he’s a smoker, he never ever smokes in house or in front of me or our daughter.
- He perfectly takes care of Dori when I feel sick or ill.
- He has more perfumes than I do – and he always smells wonderful!
About half a year ago I used on myself that new, fabulous perfume my husband brought me from Kuwait.
It smells wonderful – tender floral aroma.
I came to the livingroom, where was residing my beloved half, and innocently asked: “How do I smell, honey?”
He, so devilishly honestly, looked at me and replied without moving a muscle: “Like every housewife.”
What is that, did I think? Like baking cupcakes?
“And how does a housewife smell,” inquired silly me.
(A moment of surprised silence on his side.)
Neboť se blíží všemi oslavované (obzvláště majitelé všelikých velikých obchodů) a ekonomicky ruinující období roku, většině lidstva známé pod pojmem Vánoce a Advent, optala se má rodina sídlící v ČR, zda si probojujeme cestu na pár dní zpět do země rodné a oblažíme naše okolí špetkou multikulturality.
Odpověděla jsem, že událost blíže prokonzultuji s manželem, což jsem udělala, sic ne záhy – ale udělala; a na jeho popud zase prohovořila zpět s rodinou a pak zpět s drahou polovicí. Dohodli jsme se na přibližném datu příletu a s optimismem sobě vlastním (poslední letenka u British Airways vycházela okolo 100£) jsme byli smeteni ekonomickou krizí a neustále se zvyšujícími náklady leteckých společností (či jak jinak zdražování odůvodňují) a letenkami na osobu značně dražšími, včetně faktu, že tříleté dítko již necestuje za 80% ceny, nýbrž za cenu dospělou. Ačkoliv jsme na tom finančně lépe, než předchozí rok, takový náklad je stále velká událost, obzvlášť když cena celého výletu vychází nikoliv o pár liber více, ale v řádu stovek liber více…
Výlety do ČR se stávají více a více komplikované, finančně i cestovně.
Nejprve zmizel přímý let, poté nám každých pár měsíců zdraží letenku o několik desítek liber na osobu…
Did you ever wonder, what containes lady’s purse? What secrets can a woman hide inside, dark and all-eating space, in where is carried almost anything possible you can think of?
I don’t know how other ladies, but my ‘purse’ (it’s more like a bag, bought it in one ethno shop) doesn’t contain much things.
I carry there the following:
Pentax K20D with mounted 50mm.
One polarizer filter from Hoya.
Brush for cleaning the lenses.
One spare lens (18-250mm), just in case.
One lip bomb.
Mobile phone (that’s in case I don’t forget it on the nightstand.)
Health insurance cards of my daughter and me myself.
One paper napkin.
One sheet for cleaning glasses and camera LCD.
Few pounds scattered throughot the bag, in case I need to make a small expense and I’m too lazy to search for the wallet.
One wallet (if I know I go shopping, otherwise NOT – its big and heavy and doesn’t really nicely stuff inside with already big Pentax.)
Keys from the ground floor flat we live in.
One spare hijab pin.
And… in case of traveling outta country – one diaper and one book.
That’s about it… Not much secrets, right? :-)
Now when going through the usual keyphrases looked for on my blog, digging through hundreds of searches how to purge to get skinny and sayings of Imams, I came across one funny search.
“Why do muffins stick to case?”, is asking unknown person.
Well, that’s an interesting observation.
They might stick to case because they are made from sticky material, as the dough for muffin contains a lot of soft butter and sugar, often tipped by some other stuff around, sugar, chocolate, marmelade, and when not kept in very dry and cold environment, they tend to become very sticky… hence to befriend the case they are carried in too much and leave some pieces behind, when being picked up.
Ps.: Who wants to bake some, as I know in CZ it is not so easy to get good already done and ready to be bought, here are some recipes.