Howzatforawesome,

Hey everyone- I know, I know, I’m sorry. Depending on what type of mood he’s in, Mr Linky list may or may not be here, at the bottom of the post. LinkyTools are currently doing maintenance (on a Friday?! Really.) and that is a massive pain in the bum. Again, I’m really sorry, and things will be back to normal next week…. (or there will be big, big trouble, Mr Linky. I mean it. You have been warned.)

It’s Friday- that must mean it’s blog flogging time!

Welcome, anyone who hasn’t flogged before. I get asked by a lot of virgin-esque-ish bloggers “Eh? What’s this Flogging thing? I just don’t understand it…”

Believ me, virgin Floggers, t’s simple. Below this post is a link list of different blogs that you may enjoy. Feel free to add your own. All the technical directions are here. It’s simply a way of finding new blogs to read, and getting a few new readers for your won blog. Sharing the luuuuurve.

There is no pressure to Follow any blogs you don’t want to, or comment if you’ve got nothing to add. But, pretty please, have a click through the list and see what you can find. You won’t be disappointed. There are some awesome blogs out there, and we all put on our party clothes for FlogYoBlog Friday.

Now, one two three more things- if the all the html business, adding the button and what not, stresses you out, don’t worry too much about it. Eventually, you’ll get the hang of it. Feel free to add your link to the list, no matter how big, small, tech-un-savvy you may be.

And secondly, please don’t SHOUT at people in the linky list. I hate that. Maybe it’s the nanna coming out in me. But I will edit it out.

In other nanna related matters, I’ll also bl**p any swear words. I don’t mind them on my blog, but this is a blog hop (most of the time- on the days I remember to check the blog hop box),which means other people can display the list on their blog as well, and other people may be even more nanna-ish than me and not particularly want the word f*ck on their blog.

Or something. In the happy medium between being polite and anal, we find the asterisk.

Whatever-o. I think that’s it. Have a totally awesomeness weekend, ladies and jellybeans, and happy Flogging!!

1. Follow my blog, the Random Ramblings of a SAHM. I never seem to get to reading all the links here. But believe me, I try. Not that any of this is my idea anyway- FYBF is MummyTime’s brainbaby, I’m just minding it for a bit.
2. Grab B’s bubbly button and post it on your sidebar.
3. Link your First Name and/or Blog Name and URL of your linked post (not your homepage) below. 
4. Add a short description (max of 125 chars). It could be a description of yourself, your blog or a teaser to your latest post. But be warned, Mr McLinky List doesn’t seem to groove on apostrophes, quotation marks, or other forms of punctuation. Use them at your own risk.
5. Follow at least 1 linkyer/blogger (Be nice and spread the love).
6. The list will be open for linkyers on Fridays (and for the foreigners Friday as well).
7. A new and fresh link list will open  every Friday. And you will have to link up AGAIN. The previous link list  does not carry over to the following week.
8. And lastly, have lotsa fun. I mean it. If I detect anyone not totally loving the awesomeness, I will bump you off the linky list. (Joking) (Kinda).

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It’s offical. I mentioned in my last entry that I thought ds was dreaming about ice cream- and last night confirmed it. I woke up to the little darling crying out “More, more”. ran into to find him still very much asleep, but distressed. “More what, baby?” I ask. “Ish cream, more ish cream!!”, with ds poitning his finger in his mouth. Ooookay then. I gently reassured him there was no ice cream to be had and I toddled off back to bed. Strange child.

And he is a funny one, my ds (aka The PorkChop, Mr Chop, Chop-a-lop, Headley, The Headley Thing and Augustus Gloomp- poor kid has a lot of nicknames, no wonder he gets confused). Among his other obsessions, he has a thing for shoes. Not all shoes, just one particular pair at a time.

It started with a tiny pair of Nikes we bought him we started walking at 15 months. He loved them, happily wore them, but refused to wear any others. The problem with that was that while he continued to grow, the shoes,of course, did not. And besides that, the weather was beginning to heat up and his feet were getting very stinky, so sandals or thongs really were the order of the day. And so began the Shoe Wars.

Round One. We go on a special excursion to Big W, specifically to purchase ds some sandals. Spiderman sandals? “no”. Thomas sandals? “no”. Bob the Builder sandals? Ds‘s eyes light up, and I realise I have spoken too soon. They don’t have Bob in his size. Somewhat desperate by this stage, I spy a pair of Bob thongs in a size 5. it’s only when we get home and ds consents to actually wearing them (and I’ve hidden the Nikes) that i remember how much I hated thongs as a kid- that bit between my toes… turns out ds feels the same. Mum doesn’t have the heart to make him wear them. Round One Winner- Ds.

Round Two. Another special excursion to Big W and praise the Lord, they have Bob sandals in ds‘s size. Sold!! I also sneakily grab a new pair of sneakers for Santa to bring- maybe if Santa brings them, ds will be into them. For the moment, he’s happy with his “Bob’s”, as they are hence forth affectionately known. Round Two Winner- Mum.

Round Three. Santa brings ds his new shoes. Ds is not impressed. After much convincing (and temporary hiding of the Bob’s), he agrees to try them on. And they are too small. Turns out the little pork chop has had a growth spurt. After inspection of his feet, it’s found he has blisters from his Bob’s, and he hasn’t complained once, poor kid. Round Three- There are no winners here. But points detracted from mum for not noticing her kid was wearing shoes a size too small.

Round Four- A trip to Paul’s Warehouse the day after Boxing Day, at the height of sales insanity, in a desperate effort to replace the original Nikes. Failure. Spot some shoes with Elmo on them- surely that will be a winner? Wrong. None in his size. Finally, sick of battling with crowds high on discount Converse and Billabong merchandise, I grab an unbelivably ‘spensive pair of Etnies, which seem to be the only shoes available in kids size six. It’s not till later i realise what a smart move this is- they have a inner sole system that pulls out and they go up half a size. So Round Four Winner- Mum. And Round Five Winner- Mum by default. It will be a while before the Etnies need to be added to the secret growing pile of hidden shoes in the desk drawer (I really need to throw them out, but I just can’t bear to do it…)

Oh, and the Bonus Round- a pair of Cotton On Crocs, embellished with those little Croc plug things. Apparentley, they are only good for throwing around the lounge room and accidently-on-purpose hitting his sister in the head with. But at least these are made of foam and don’t weigh too much, unlike the tin spinning top she copped in the head the other day. But’s that a whole other blog entry, for a whole other day

… but Mummy Mayhem is helping me sort it out!

It’s been six months, today, since Tony died.

181 days.

181 days of… breathing. Taking great big gasps of air, whenever the pain recedes enough to do so.

181 days.

People don’t survive that long in the wilderness.

They said it would be slightly better at this point, that it would hurt a little bit less. They were right. This is relief, even if it doesn’t feel that way.

It feels as if I were burned, horribly, six months ago. Burnt, and in pain, for weeks that felt endless.

And now those raw nerves, that exposed flesh, is covered with scar tissue.

And I’m so horribly numb.

Every now and then, something will scratch through that thick grafted skin, hit a nerve. Sometimes it bleeds. Sometimes it even makes me cry.

And sometimes, those sizzled nerve endings, they begin to regrow. And they hurt, they sting, they itch. I could go insane from that itch inside my head. (Why…?).

I will never look the same again.

Bonjour,

Toilet training in the purple house, with the slightly mental dog…. is it any wonder we have troubles getting the Chop to go on the loo?!

Shhh,

It’s been a long time since I’ve done a Wordless Wednesday. Because I can’t seem to shut up. Obviously. Anyway. Here you go. It’s bath time, at the Purple House….

… and how cute is that?!

While we’re here, the winner of the Tinkerbell DVD is…. Allie from In A Beautiful Pea Green Boat! Her girls are going to love this DVD. And she, like I, will be able to recite very freaking word of it within a few weeks time.

And *ahem* anyone looking for yesterday afternoon’s amazing disappearing post, please don’t fret- it will be back. Why did it go? I do not know. When will it be back? When the Google god gives his blessings, I suppose.

So… Wordless Wednesday. Like I said, I just can’t seem to shut the hell up. Shutting up… now.