tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63010986722014009642024-02-21T00:09:34.650-05:00A Taste of Dysfunctiondys·func·tionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461778495707177569noreply@blogger.comBlogger149125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301098672201400964.post-24622377713266701802012-04-09T10:39:00.001-04:002012-04-11T12:16:33.367-04:00More Finger Talking...like sign language but less coherent.I'm back for another gibber-fest. Sionara spelling (see:sionara?? wtf? How do I decide to use words I can't spell?) Adios grammar, Arrividerchi (O_o) cohesive sentences and paragraphs. I'm hoping if I spew out enough of these pathetic filler posts that my 'creativeness' will reawaken and I'll be able to produce a quality post. Or two.
I've had two cups of coffee already and just stirred my thirddys·func·tionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461778495707177569noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301098672201400964.post-12033234352150015542012-04-02T09:50:00.000-04:002012-04-02T09:50:32.895-04:00WorthinessI haven't been writing because I feel like I have nothing worthy to say. Good to say. Worthy to write about...whatever.
Whatever comes out of my fingers and into the keyboard is going to be posted. Not proof-read. Not "saved for later", as so many of my other posts have been lately. Floating around in the abiss of cyber-space, forever wanting to please but never being given the chance.
I'mdys·func·tionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461778495707177569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301098672201400964.post-75585466041536092372012-03-21T12:46:00.000-04:002012-03-21T12:46:27.628-04:00Springin' BackWith the unseasonably warm weather that has joined us in March, I have begun to shed my winter coat (see: funk) and am looking forward to getting out and doing tons of fun things this year.
Life has been pretty epic for me lately. With moving into our new house, settling in and really enjoying Christmas, and watching the kids grow and develope. Plus, we got a dog. Sweet!
I've been enjoying dys·func·tionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461778495707177569noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301098672201400964.post-71715280092918052212012-02-03T11:55:00.002-05:002012-02-03T11:55:37.019-05:00I'm a Follower...what?The Oatmeal is doing an awesome contest over at his blog. If you haven't read The Oatmeal before, it is some funny shiz and you should really add him to your list of reading materials.
PS, I entered. So, here: I'm funny.
dys·func·tionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461778495707177569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301098672201400964.post-11296192954854817142011-12-13T10:41:00.000-05:002011-12-13T10:41:18.003-05:00Twelve Days 'Til Christmas*cue music*
There are twelve days until Christmas, and to say that I'm excited may be a bit of an understatement.
Christmas is my favourite time of year. Ever. And so every December November October September I start to get super excited about Christmas and plan out every little detail. The best part is that my "Christmas" normally extends far past the 25th, on either side.
On the... 7th? I dys·func·tionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461778495707177569noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301098672201400964.post-24415557071680681512011-11-25T14:05:00.002-05:002011-11-25T14:05:55.804-05:00Book Review - Shotgun GravyDear Everyone:
Read this book immediately.
This is my first PDF purchase, and at only $0.99 (Black Friday sale (it came to $1.07 (or 4) Canadian)) it is a steal.
A short 'novella', the first in a series of four, Shotgun Gravy (Chuck Wendig) deals with bullying on an extreme level. Read through it and become empowered as SOMEONE seeks justice for terrible acts of bullying.
Go here: http://dys·func·tionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461778495707177569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301098672201400964.post-18526502060844014632011-11-07T14:54:00.000-05:002011-11-07T14:54:54.328-05:00Colourful PrideDo you ever feel horrendously proud of yourself for something that shouldn't be that big of a deal?
That's where I am.
Shake'n'Bake goes to a 2-4 year olds gymnastic program at our local community center once a week, and during this time she has made a super best friend whom she loves to play with and hold hands. It's adorable, trust me.
Well, the other week at gymnastics Shake'n'Bake and her dys·func·tionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461778495707177569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301098672201400964.post-63991822366780009822011-10-25T07:42:00.002-04:002011-10-25T07:45:57.804-04:00The Week(s) From HellWell, not really. Things have been super awesome - they've just been super busy.
Oh, except the sicknesses. Both girls and hubby (and this morning my throat is hurting) are/have been sick. Nose running, head pounding, cough inducing, grump causing sick. Oh, and Shake'n'Bake threw up on my birthday.
During these past few weeks of sickness I have been packing everything I can get my grubby littledys·func·tionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461778495707177569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301098672201400964.post-86677623259851442242011-10-18T10:51:00.000-04:002011-10-18T10:51:00.402-04:00The Most Disgusting and Horrifying Thing I Have Ever SeenThis is the most disgusting thing I have ever seen.
It is extremely graphic and disturbing.
dys·func·tionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461778495707177569noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301098672201400964.post-57783827570399279252011-09-19T10:35:00.000-04:002011-09-19T10:35:59.657-04:00I'm Not Weird, I'm GiftedFor years I had a keychain with those exact words on it: "I'm Not Weird, I'm Gifted". Some novelty piece of garbage that I paid over two dollars for, because it really related to me. It related to how ostracized I felt from the main stream kids, how they viewed us 'gifties' as the elite, geniuses, who thought ourselves better than them.
Sometimes we did.
Please keep in mind that this post is dys·func·tionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461778495707177569noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301098672201400964.post-24242553586979459732011-09-14T09:55:00.000-04:002011-09-14T09:55:37.244-04:00The Cycle"Hey!! Why can't you just listen to me?!" I scream.
"I. Just. Can't. Get. This. Piece. Of. Crap. To. Work." I seethe through clenched teeth before hitting the computer...with my forehead...willing one of the two objects to shatter.
"Go to your room! NOWWWW!!!" the animalistic growls that escape me are hard to describe...and yet eerily similar to the ones I heard as a child.
I never learned dys·func·tionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461778495707177569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301098672201400964.post-40873514072957634142011-09-06T10:05:00.000-04:002011-09-06T10:05:54.403-04:00Hiding In Plain SightHappy First Day Back To School!
Not for Shake'n'Bake this year...she'll be starting Junior Kindergarten next year (in a better neighbourhood: win!) although I'm sure I'll be prepared much much earlier than September.
We started our Christmas shopping in June this year. Yes, June. We were out picking up a few things before the girls' birthdays and found a couple of things for Christmas. Then we dys·func·tionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461778495707177569noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301098672201400964.post-35958968740914563112011-08-31T09:33:00.000-04:002011-08-31T09:33:27.877-04:00Keeper LeagueLast year was my first year watching/following/enjoying hockey.
When I was a wee sprout no one wanted to teach me anything about hockey, so I deflected it in my teenage years by feining disinterest. I really was interested, but I hated asking someone a question about it and getting the "uh...are you for real?" face.
It was awful.
Luckily, Boyfriend has a "of course I'll explain things to you! dys·func·tionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461778495707177569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301098672201400964.post-66091264157585022842011-08-25T10:08:00.000-04:002011-08-25T10:08:21.314-04:00I Kicked A MouseYepp. The awesomeness of that post title? Pure fact.
Remember Drizzle? You may remember my furry little house mouse from: Magical Mouse Fairy, one line in Fruity Whirls, and his namesake posts Super Drizzle and Super Drizzle Returns.
He met with his end when faced with a rat trap (much bigger than a mouse trap) which attempted to sever a limb, and then he dragged himself back into his mouse dys·func·tionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461778495707177569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301098672201400964.post-42217553335422064332011-08-22T09:48:00.001-04:002011-08-22T09:48:29.517-04:00I Hope Mine's A FootballPop Tarts are awesome.
They were a kind of forbidden fruit when I was a child, my parents would never 'buy that crap' which means that I am forced to buy them WHENEVER they're on sale now and devour them with the freedom that being an adult brings.
Don't get me wrong...I wouldn't feed that crap to my kids.
Remember when I posted about how crappy this apartment is?
So Landlord has dys·func·tionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461778495707177569noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301098672201400964.post-68830550177372327262011-08-04T08:40:00.000-04:002011-08-04T08:40:19.265-04:00I Want This Baby CarrierThe last time I had a baby carrier was when Shake'n'Bake was a wee tiny baby, and I had to creep out at night and pick up bottles for food.
Since then, a baby carrier hasn't really been in the budget (or at the top of my priority list), so I've been flexing my mom-pipes and carrying her when there isn't a stroller or shopping cart available.
Sometimes it's just better to pick her up and hold dys·func·tionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461778495707177569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301098672201400964.post-69956166938096385922011-08-01T11:38:00.000-04:002011-08-01T11:38:44.225-04:00WowButter - A ReviewBack in June, Boyfriend and I took the kids to a fair. Whilst touring the various tents with farm animals and information displays provided within, we noticed a lone table with teeny tiny packets of free something on them. Of course, we beelined straight for it (free is a word that courses through my veins with awesomeness).
Picture from here.
Imagine my surprise when I read the pamphlet and dys·func·tionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461778495707177569noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301098672201400964.post-39463276229643046672011-07-21T10:03:00.001-04:002011-07-21T10:09:35.633-04:00Ghett-iquetteWelcome to the Ghetto!
To help you enjoy your visit with us, we have a quick information package for you to look at. Just some simple tips and rules that will help you enjoy your visit in a safe and convenient manner.
First of all, don't get mugged.
There are only two parking spots for visitors, and unfortunately one of them is full of the car that holds down the driveway. If you are first todys·func·tionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461778495707177569noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301098672201400964.post-55516585169302844342011-07-14T08:43:00.000-04:002011-07-14T08:43:37.871-04:00Morning RageI have written in the past about my burning rage for mornings.
Of the bear that awakens within me when I am torn from my warm sheets, soft pillows, and drool spot on my bed.
How then, an epic battle must ensue as the real me must fight the bear to win back control of my body.
Usually coffee helps.
I think the bear had a head start this morning.
Picture from here.
Isn't this picture epicdys·func·tionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461778495707177569noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301098672201400964.post-21379395259115769742011-07-12T12:11:00.006-04:002011-07-12T12:22:13.048-04:00Toddler ChoresShake'n'Bake loves to help.
Some days, (more often than not,) this requires a bit of coercing.
O_o
After watching Shake'n'Bake's eagerness to help clean the house (which is in a constant state of dissarray) I decided to cash in on this and designate specific jobs just for her.
Awesome.
Enter: The Job Charts
What started out as one chart for the bathroom, quickly spread to her bedroom, and dys·func·tionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461778495707177569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301098672201400964.post-50104932669091345652011-07-04T13:03:00.000-04:002011-07-04T13:03:15.603-04:00My KneesYeah, that's the whole title. I'm tired. Bear with me.
I have a disease in my knees. A disease in which my knees destroy the cartilidge within them, and then, without the protective cushioning that said cartilidge provides, grind (bone on bone) inappropriate grooves into themselves that can cause mislocation (like dislocation), pain, and popping.
Image from here.
I'd put a check mark dys·func·tionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461778495707177569noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301098672201400964.post-86419904803539519382011-06-22T09:00:00.000-04:002011-06-22T09:00:13.757-04:00It Must Be ThursdayMy kids are clumsy.
When I was a kid, I was clumsy too. In fact, I'm still clumsy... hmmm...
Either way, my kids are clumsy. They don't call them 'toddlers' for nothing. Splat is standing all of the time, and she can walk along furniture by herself. Couple that with her having a... hands on... older sister, and she spends a lot of her time falling down.
Shake'n'Bake is more steady on her feet.dys·func·tionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461778495707177569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301098672201400964.post-54538789835365154532011-06-21T13:34:00.000-04:002011-06-21T13:34:56.648-04:00Tattoo Me EmbarassedI need your help coming up with an idea to cover a tattoo of mine.
Now, before anyone starts feeling holier than thou, my issue is not with the tattoo itself. This was my first tattoo, a visual representation of a decade's worth of bestfriendship with two ladies, and the significance of how they saved my life.
Despite losing their friendship over my pregnancy with Shake'n'Bake, I would still dys·func·tionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461778495707177569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301098672201400964.post-17753234107197332142011-06-19T09:00:00.001-04:002011-06-19T09:00:07.635-04:00Father's DayFather's Day is a day to celebrate dads. A day to recognize the efforts of those men who make a difference in someone's life.
I have already expressed my view of Boyfriend's 'father' status in this post: #1 Dad
Suffice it to say, I believe that Boyfriend would fall into the category of man whom should be celebrated on Father's Day.
Happy Father's Day to the man who attended baby classes, held dys·func·tionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461778495707177569noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6301098672201400964.post-63915635391798013712011-06-16T09:00:00.000-04:002011-06-16T09:00:03.798-04:00My VacationSometimes the children get unbearable.
I like to think that I'm Super Mom. Or at least, I like other people to think that I'm Super Mom, but every now and then I run out of steam.
So, what does Super Mom do when she's out of steam? Where does she get renergized?
Vacation, obviously.
Look at that view!
All of the trees.
The exotic greenery.
...okay, maybe not.
Meet Yucci. &dys·func·tionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461778495707177569noreply@blogger.com0