Tutorial: Changing the Date on a Post

As per request: Those of you who have Google Reader, which monitors favorite blogs and sites for new content, have wondered if my post, appearing new to you yet having an old date, is really new. Rest assured, it is. The reader does not have some strange bug nor is it leading you astray. I simply change the posting date; this can be done at any time, pre or post-posting. I do this to reflect the actual date the event occurred, particularly useful to me since I am the quintessential blogging slacker, and because I wish the Hartman Annals to appear chronologically. If you want to know the how-to, read on.

How to Change a Posting Date:

• Select 'New Post' option at the top left of your blog.
• You should automatically land on 'Posting Tab' .
• Click on 'Post Option' located at the bottom left.
• 'Post Date and Time' will appear at the bottom right with a text box beside each.
• Make changes at will.
• Publish post.

Andy's First

HaPpy BirThdaY to a 1 Year old.

Just can't wait. lemme at em.

The Boy likes cake.

The future foretells: Days after, we are still digging out baseball lacing a la crimson creme from his ear canal.

Weeks beyond that, a stale cake crumb will be found in the folds of his armpit.

Months later, errant morsels and latent frosting will be discovered in hidden crevices and heretofore unexplored crannies.


Until, it is again a birthday. At which he will, cookie monster style, descend and destroy, crumbs a flyin'. Again. But, for now it's great to be One.

Barbeque and Camping Day

Ok. Otherwise known as: Father's Day.

I, the constantly guilt-ridden (shoulda been a Catholic), am feeling bad about something; my parents finally move here after years of role-reversed nagging, and we aren't even here for Dad's 1st Father's day with us. So, my apologies are extended in a sincerely offered note of regret.

That said, we did (guiltily, of course) have a lot of fun at Dinosaurland (alas, no pics made it- what can I say? Those dinosaurs are voracious eaters. Luckily, we went armed with sandwiches.) And Flaming Gorge - where the area is beautiful, but the fishing less than generous (meaning no fish at all. Sad. Hot. Rather boring if you ask me.)

When all was said and done, the best part of the trip, you know, the one thing/event/place the kids can't stop talking about, was the mini 'KOA Kabin' we stayed in. Andrew did have a traumatic moment the first nite, however. He, unbeknownst to us, slithered under the bed and fell asleep, then loudly awoke when he couldn't rollover at 2am. Since we were in deep, exhaustion induced sleep, not to mention utter darkness, it took us (me) a frantic and extended (ok, 9 minutes- but who's counting) amount of time to find him. Meanwhile, Roxie, ever the sympathetic mutt, joined Andrew in protest of the situation. I'm fairly sure the mass exodus by the other campers might have been pre-planned, but the extra thanksgiving in their hearts at leaving was all us. Silver lining: at least we had solid walls around us. Other campers, you can thank us later.

The Hartman Ritual- it's now required, oh boiled ones.

Morgan, fresh from her other camping trip (pre-burned, but only slightly this time), Jared, and Andrew. In the very back, behold our Kabin. The kids are sad this is all we got of it. Therapy will ensue shortly.

The token pic of me: to prove I was there. Thx, little mIss.

School Daze

The school part refers to the kids; the daze, me. I can't believe the school year is over already (something I say each year at summer's end. Boy, am I repetitive.) But, really, it's over? I find myself waxing nostalgic at the end of the year. A kind of days gone by regret- I wish I had done...moments missed, activities un-numbered. The days seem to be speeding up like a car accelerating on the freeway and I am sad. (I can guarantee to have the same lament at summer's end as well, tho I may choose not to torment you with it. I'll simply refer you to current posting. Ahhh, the favors I grant.)

Thus, here I am, belatedly cataloguing the past year's sad ending. Farewell, 3rd grade. And a sad so long to 5th. Here comes summer.

Morgan and Mr. Bunker, a favorite teacher.

5th Grade Dance: the Cha Cha.

Jared with Ms. Mattinson: just a tiny crush on his cute teacher.

3rd Grade Dance

Fan club Pres.

A groupie. (Brynn)

Engrossed. Those Hartleys just can't get enuff.