Tuesday, December 3

My Husband: Kijiji McGuyver

I kind of hate Kijiji.

I love it. But I hate it.

I love finding perfectly good stuff on the cheap.

I love how there is SO much Ikea listed and how easy it is to talk the sellers down because, um, Ikea.

(I love/hate Ikea almost as much as I love/hate Kijiji)

I hate how every damn piece of furniture is 'antique,' 'vintage' and 'shabby chic'.

(It's not, in case you were unsure.)

I hate people who don't answer inquiries to their ads.

I hate people who pester you endlessly for an item you are selling only to not show up to pick it up.

I HATE the "Will you take $5 for this AND deliver it to me?" people.

And I specifically hate the douchecanoe who tried to sell a $400 faux leather sectional for $875.

That's right, Bucko, I'm onto you're game.

Kijiji makes me ragey.

Kijiji makes my husband McGuyver.

It started this past summer with Ryan selling his Kona Roast.

It wasn't my bike, I never rode it but I was still sad to see it go. She was a pretty thing.

Ryan sold it for a good price and then it was just a flurry of buying and selling and deal making.

He bought another bike, sold that, bought another, bought parts, bought golf clubs, bought a bag of random clubs, sold some of those for more than what he paid for the entire bag, bought some fishing gear and, I think, he bought and sold a least half a dozen more bikes and things.

He sold the weight bench and weights we bought off Kijiji last year. For more than what we paid plus a couple bottles of beer.

And now we own a 1996 Lincoln Continental.

Yup. We sure do.

Ryan was gifted a relic of a boat, not water worthy.

It could be. With $1000 worth of parts, a GOOD scrubbing and some beautification.

When it was in the water and running, she was a good looking boat and I would have loved to have taken the time to fix her up.

But we don't have the time, the money or the space.

So Ryan sold it for a 1996 Lincoln Continental.

A white one.

I hate white cars.

We're not keeping it.

Ryan just figured a boat with wheels :ahem: a running vehicle would sell easier than an un-water-worthy boat.

And so now he's wheeling and dealing for quads, sleds or a trailer.

And he wants to trade his bike. Again.

It's hard to do anything but laugh at the whole thing.

We are up, in both money and stuff.

And a small part of me is hoping for a repeat of the One Red Paperclip.

Monday, December 2

Holiday Cards with Minted {Sponsored}

So.....It's December.

When the heck did that happen?!?!

Luckily for me, I'm on the ball this year. Sort of.

I started present shopping in August, the boys are done, save for stockings. And I still have almost a whole month to check off the rest of my list.

Go me!

However, once again, I have not started on our holiday cards.

Womp! Womp!

Last year we opted to have professional photos taken during one of those Christmas Mini sessions that are all the rage these days.

Our photo was beautiful and our cards were as simple as adding a holiday message, signing our names, printing and mailing.

And, because there was a set date for the photo session, our cards went out on time.

In years past, when I've been left up to the card figuring, I'm a headless Christmas chicken.

I've been left up to the card figuring this year.

Bawk! Bawk! Bawk!!

Ryan and I came up with a great photo idea. But we just don't have the time this year.

So it looks like we'll either be sending a photo with the cards (as opposed to the photo being the card) or sending cards sans family photo.

I'm ok with either choice.

I wasn't at first. Then I saw the non-photo cards on Minted.

Beautiful designs.

Colorful, clean, fun, vintage-y, simple, sweet, Minted has it all.

Honestly, it's a good thing I'm under such a time crunch otherwise I would never be able to decide on a design.

There are over 600 holiday designs to choose from!!

Using Minted's filter options (I selected a flat card, no photo, general holiday) I'm left with only 214 designs.


Here are a few of my favorites:

I don't know how I am going to choose just one card. I really don't.

The selection on Minted.com is vast and the designs are gorgeous - whether you want a flat card or folded, non-photo or photo, guaranteed you'll find something suited to your tastes. They even have these way cute Minibook Cards.

The filter option is quick and easy plus Minted has a Find it Fast tool that allows you to try your photo(s) on multiple cards at once, hopefully, making the decision making process easier. Hopefully.

And shipping times through Minted.com are impressive - just 3-5 business days, even for orders all the way up here in Canadaland. (Express shipping is available for an extra fee.)

Minted.com is running a few Cyber Monday deals so if you haven't ordered your cards already, get on it!!

(This is a sponsored post for which I have received compensation however all opinions are entirely my own.)

Monday, November 25

Tuesday, November 19

Life, You're a Funny Gal

I've posted, what? Three or four times in the last two months.

I fell into a depressing funk and was doing nothing with my life. I had nothing to write about.

Now I'm VP of Kadyn's school's parent association, I'm trying to get to the gym at least three times a week, Ryan's doing all sorts of McGuyvering on Kijiji, Kadyn is about to hit a huge milestone in his Jiu Jitsure training, Graysen's in gymnastics, both boys are in swimming lessons, I've got some other plans and projects and things in the works.....

In short, I have a ton of things going on and a ton of things to write about.

And not a single spare second to write any of it.

WHY has no one invented a Brain to Blogger device?


As I write this, sitting here sipping on Baileys spiked coffee and watching Curious George Christmas with Graysen, I should be at the gym.

I wish I was at the gym.

But it is minus too friggen cold and there is at least two feet of snow on the ground.

The other foot of snow is whipping and blowing around creating a wonderful sort of sharp-as-glass mist.

Spiked coffee, fuzzy blankets and a cute preschooler is it!

Truthfully, I need this pseudo day of rest. The last few weeks have been insane, there are little grey dots on every day in my iCal until the third week in December and half my January is already dotted with grey!! I'm close to scheduling no scheduling days.

Like this weekend where, hopefully, it will be nothing but snuggles, movies and some ugly sweater picture taking.


While I get to the reading and the writing and the snuggling, enjoy these rad internet findings:

(Womp! Womp! on that last one, right?)

Monday, November 4

Just Keep Swimming

I've written this post half a dozen times.

I can't seem to get what's in my head onto a screen, coherently.

And I'm exhausted.

It's been a rough few months for me.

Really, I think it's mostly normal life stuff but it's still been rough.

Life is hard, man.

And I've been struggling.

Ryan has been away a lot.

I'm feeling further away from him than I have in a long time and I'm not ok with that in the least.

We've had some issues with Kadyn, a few serious ones.

I think I'm getting better at handling myself but, in combination with Ryan being away, Graysen behaving less than stellarly and other life stresses, sometimes I lose it.

I've been feeling overwhelmingly unappreciated, unimportant, disrespected, taken for granted.....

And I've been feeling like I am nothing but someone's mother.

I ADORE being the Mama of my boys but that doesn't mean I don't want for more.

I'm really pissed off that my photography plans have pretty much gone in the shitter.

Not permanently by any means but definitely for the foreseeable future.

With no sitter and an often absent husband, I just don't have the time to learn and practice, uninterrupted.

I've done all the learning and practicing I can and to move forward, I need uninterrupted time and space.

Children know NOTHING about time and space.

'Uninterrupted' is a concept as foreign to them as Chinese foot binding is to me.

And so, for the last couple months, I have not done much of anything.

I've been depressed, exhausted and feeling lame.

Let's be honest - being a SAHM and nothing else is NOT exciting.

It's just not.

I let my sad-sackedness pull me down and I didn't want to admit it.

Part of my life's current problems are out of my control, they just are what they are. But I could be doing more or doing different.

I am not.

No one wants to admit that they are sucking.

But, Friends, I am.

I am (mostly) sucking at life right now.

I forced myself to deny that fact for a few weeks before pulling my head out of my ass and seeing my reality for what it really is.

I don't expect this revelation of sorts to magically fix or change my life but I can make life suck less for myself.

I've got my ass back in the gym, for starters.

(Such a stupid circle that is. I LOVE the gym but once I stop going, it's freaking hell to get back into a routine. Why is it so hard to get into a routine of doing something I love? Dumb.)

I've involved myself more in Kadyn's school - You're looking at the new VP of PAC! (Oh, man! What a story that is!)

I'm going to start writing again.

I am going to restart my search for educational options for myself.

And I'm going to put myself out there for things I might shy away from.

Take risks, be brave, try new things, all that jazz.

If this all seems simple and regular to you, I agree. It is.

But every so often I get tired of trying so hard at life.

It would be really nice if sometimes things could be easy, opportunities could just fall into my lap, answers and choices and directions could be clear. If I could just catch a break.

It seems like that's what's happening to everyone around me.


I try to tell myself that I'm not them, I don't know what they did, have done, what have you to get where they are or to have what they have.

Maybe they did work crazy fricken hard to get where they are and it only looks effortless.

Maybe I should stop paying attention to everyone else, get off my ass and focus on myself.

Maybe that would be a damn good idea.


Thursday, October 3

Currently v.33

Learning... the ropes of the being 'school mom'. I attended a school council establishment meeting earlier this week and I left so angry I was vibrating. I'm still worked up about it. I don't know why and I wish I wasn't. Assholes just make me very angry. I really hate the attitude of some of the parents, I hate they divide they've created amongst students even more. The whole thing is so aggravating that I really don't know if I want to fight the uphill, tooth and nail battle or just turn my head, take my kid to school and be done with it.

Growing... oh, so tired of diapers. I am so very ready to stop buying diapers, changing diapers, disposing of diapers. It's been six and half years straight of diapers. I am over it. But Graysen is not. He pretends to pee in the toilet, he's left one tiny smudge in his potty but it's a game to him and he's perfectly happy keeping it that way. That makes one of us. Changing him has become such a struggle that he hides from me and he's had rashes so bad, his poor bum has bled. But he still fights like a demon at every change. Given the struggles with Kadyn, I don't plan on training Graysen. But c'mon, kid! I promise I will buy you every Thomas Train there is with all the money saved from not needing diapers anymore!!

Buying... cold weather clothes and food. Cause those things go together, right? Autumn here lasts less than blink so I've been gathering winter garb for the boys and stocking our freezer with slow cooker fixings. As much as I loathe to admit it, because #summerforever, I am looking forward to boots and scarves and bowls full of piping hot deliciousness.

Loving... 'nuggles. Graysen is a champion 'nuggler and there is nothing on earth sweeter than hearing him say, "I want to 'nuggle you, Mom." I can't say no. I am forced to drop whatever I am doing, jump on the couch and wrap my arms around my baby boy. We have a quick 'nuggle session first thing in the morning and several throughout the day. We almost always end his day with a 'nuggle as well. It's rough, man. So rough.

Wishing... we could find a freaking sitter. We met with another girl on the weekend. She seemed alright. She said she would send me her references, I've heard nothing. After a YEAR of looking for a sitter and having so many girls either not respond at all or just sort of disappear, it's hard not to talk in personally. I mean, these ladies are on a website posting that they are looking for a job, yet they don't answer our messages. Frustrating, to say the least.

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Monday, September 30

Sharing is Caring v.23

  • Are we still going on about Miley? Good. Cause here's a post written (sort of) in response to her ghastly performance that one time on that awards show. I'd agree with Mother Cusser even if Miley hadn't foam finger fucked herself that one time on that awards show. The entire performance was terrible and embarrassing for everyone who participated. But it didn't ruin anyone. We seem to do a pretty good job of that all by ourselves.
  • Don't believe parents are the one to blame for Generation Whine? Have a gander at this. ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME!?!?! How on earth can any one of those parents be MORE outraged by the outage of their kid's disgusting behaviour than their kid's disgusting behaviour?!? You can bet your ass my kid would be first in line to clean up what he senselessly destroyed. No way would I ever even consider suing the homeowner. 

Friday, September 27

Conversations with Kadyn...

Kadyn: I don't want to come in!! I'm not hungry!! I want to skip diner, stay outside and play with my friends!!

Proceeds to ear chicken fingers, an apple, a banana, lime greek yogurt, goldfish, two bowls of grapes and a Bear Paw cereal bar.


(Sure would be nice if this kid ate more protein!!)

Thursday, September 26

Currently v.32

Leading... my squishy ass off the couch and out the door. I had planned to hit the gym hard when school started up for the year but a NASTY cough had other plans for me. Walking Kadyn the short distance to school would leave me in a fit of coughs, short of breath and exhausted. From all the coughing. I'm starting small with walks with the pooch, the small child and a friend, hopefully I can get back to something more serious next week.

Following... Graysen. Everywhere. Because he is three. And a boy. And three year old boys are maximum daredevils. The child is into EVERYTHING. The worst part is that he's old enough to know better and also old enough how to really get into shit. We have this stupid wire-ish shelving unit thing in our pseudo-pantry, there are 4 half shelves and one full shelf. The full shelf is at the top of the closet, maybe half a foot from the roof. Guess how far up the shelf monkey-boy Graysen climbs?

And guess who's figured out the door lock on his room?

And who, for the second time, tried to make eggs in my living room?

And has flushed no less than 4 toothbrushes?

The boy is insanity personified. Shit-disturber extraordinaire.

Sipping... prescription cough syrup. Only it's more of a 'chug as fast as humanly possible' than a 'sip'. Blech!! I picked up this nasty cough shortly after my trip last month AND came home to a sick Graysen. Those germy germs seemed to join forces and wreak some serious havoc on my body. After a month, I finally went to the doctor. I know, a month. My doctor gave me a look over that but I'm not the type to run to the doctor every time I cough or sniffle. A month of coughing and a few nights of not sleeping because I was too busy coughing until I couldn't breath definitely warranted a visit to the Doc. A few days of antibiotics and prescription cough medicine and I am finally starting to feel better.

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Smiling... at Kadyn. We are barely a month into school and I am near shocked by Kadyn's progress. He is a Master Pattern-er, he colors in the lines (even the small ones) with great precision, his penmanship is actually legible (and very near the right size), he is reading like a champ (when he actually focuses) and he is a great friend (most of the time) seemingly always the center of getting everyone together to play Rock, Paper, Scissors or Bubblegum, Bubblegum in a Dish. Or Star Wars.

Watching him makes me smile. He's quite the little man.