tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58796423197972380342012-01-24T20:02:12.580-08:00there's lots of them out there... blogs about a day in someones life. well here's another one! my name is dalyn szilvassy. if it can go wrong, it already has for me and i have the bruise to show for it! these writings are hopefully witty conversations with myself and the reader... trying to trick/convince myself that this kind of stuff happens to everybody... I greatly welcome your comments...*dalynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457491313399596727noreply@blogger.comBlogger431100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879642319797238034.post-59340899965178593642011-06-10T21:45:00.003-07:002011-06-10T21:47:53.930-07:00

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*dalynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457491313399596727noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879642319797238034.post-2787205207522701542010-07-19T16:08:00.016-07:002010-08-09T15:03:37.256-07:00

A thin sweat broke out under my nose and chin. I clenched the map in my hands, desperately trying to figure out where we were on the road. Graye was now wailing like a banshee in the back seat, and no amount of telling her we were 'almost there' would shut her up. The car now chugged coming out of every corner and my eyes desperately scanned the ever eluding landscape for the sign of a small town

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Nearly 30 years had passed since I had felt this wonderful breeze and smelt the air that most suntan lotions try to imitate in their scent. The Kahului airport had an open air concept, so upon exiting your aircraft you are greeted by the tropical elements. Our car rental people picked us up and within the hour we were turning the key in our condo door. The walk down the corridor to our oceanfront

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Being a stay at home mother (that only works at the most one three hour shift a week these days) I'm pretty sure that people think everyday is a vacation for me. I can assure you that it is NOT. I wouldn't say it's particularly hard, but it can be draining on many different levels. I love it when childless friends and family shake their heads yes with concern and say, "Oh yes, yes... I KNOW I

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yes, i know this is getting a TAD annoying. but it's life right? and trust me i wish this had been over 3 posts ago. soooo.... (or just scoll down and work your way up)if you haven't read part one... you can find it here.if you haven't read part two... you can find it here.if you haven't read part three... you can find it here.it's like clockwork. not 4:57am, not 5:28am but 5:30am right on the

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if you haven't read part one... you can find it here.if you haven't read part two... you can find it here.i climbed up the steps and pulled open the screen door. as i put my key in the lock the door was pulled open by zol on the other side."Hey." i said, and slipped in, dumping my purse pulling off my shoes and coat at the same time. i followed him out of the coat room and into our living room."

*dalynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457491313399596727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879642319797238034.post-88171006665667970712010-02-01T20:15:00.004-08:002010-02-01T21:11:07.700-08:00

if you haven't read part one... you can find it here.there are several different kinds of "your heart was pumping" situations.1. you've been smoking for a few years and just ran up a big flight of stairs and can barely talk or breath and something inside your chest feels like it's ready to explode.2. you fall halfway down a flight of stairs and nearly break you neck but catch yourself and only

*dalynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457491313399596727noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879642319797238034.post-79953965174595704292010-01-29T15:38:00.006-08:002010-02-01T21:02:03.381-08:00

Ok, so it's not often I get yelled at. Maybe by my daughter when it's time to go to bed or her food isn't being made fast enough - but this is something i can handle. So you can imagine my fear of having a 200 pound half dressed man screaming at me in a darkend alley in a bad part of town at 11pm. here's what went down...a lovely evening with the girls - it was Wednesday night, girls night and we

*dalynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457491313399596727noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879642319797238034.post-9720126808026001382009-05-25T23:26:00.016-07:002009-05-26T00:07:49.288-07:00

Kneeling down, I pulled several pieces of grass from her fingers, as everything goes right into her mouth these last few weeks.“Up Mommy, up!?” I say to her as she raises her little arms up and I nearly kill myself bending over to pick her up.I squeeze Graye into her car seat… “Car car ride?? You wana go for a car car ride?” She giggles and then pulls her “Chris Farley face” which involves

*dalynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457491313399596727noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879642319797238034.post-15647788231569664282008-12-03T13:28:00.010-08:002008-12-03T13:48:18.197-08:00

Ahhh, the holiday season. Can you feel it? I walked into the Hudson’s Bay (Canadian department store) on November 1st to be greeted by soccer ball sized Christmas ordainments hung from garishly pre-lit artificial Christmas trees. A lame jazz version of ‘Deck the Halls’ was pumping out of the sound system. I could see the Christmas cheer and good will was already spreading like wild fire as I took

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It feels like your mouth does when you anticipate a piece of gum, but it covers your entire face. It starts in your nose, floods your mouth and eyes, then fills your brain with that tingle that makes your sight and nostrils water and run. I sing loudly along with the lyrics to The Dears and look down on my lap to see her smiling so sweetly up at me. My nose tingles and tears well into my eyes,

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A fog clouded my eyes. I blinked and blinked to clear them, but to no avail. I felt the sticky tape of the IV pulling on my arm. I looked down at my hands. Each digit looked like a chubby breakfast sausage and not one of them would bend at will. I turned my head to see Jess standing beside me, holding little Graye in his arms. Behind him Zol sat in the chair he’d earlier passed out in, smiling

*dalynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457491313399596727noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879642319797238034.post-86708679080518442222008-10-22T16:39:00.007-07:002008-11-07T15:38:19.193-08:00

Part Two of a story... read first part HERE.Prenatal classes had informed me about having to push out the ‘afterbirth’ or placenta shortly after the baby came out. I had no idea what this entailed or what it looked like as it wasn’t something they’d shown on the 200 plus birthing TV shows I’d watched up to this point; in each episode baby would come out – cut to getting in the car going home

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Returning to the kitchen from a trip to the bathroom, I stood at the sink barefoot and 8 months pregnant rinsing a few dishes. Zol had just come home from work, and as usual we chatted about the many idiots that had cut him off in traffic that day. As he ranted and raved I felt something strange happen ‘down below’.Now I’m not sure if you have ever peed your pants, but my last recollection of

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hello all...well if you didn't already know, i've popped out my little one. she was 11 days early! Graye Roza Szilvassy came out with no trouble at all... 4 hour labour! the afterbirth, or placenta... well, it wasn't so fun. it was an 'interesting' experience complete with water birth, postpartum hemorrhaging and a then a nice trip to the hospital! all is well and both baby and myself are in

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This is hopefully the LAST of the 'crackheads' postings... to read the full story, please click on the 'crackheads' label on the lower left of the screen! read from the bottom up, starting with It Couldn't Happen Again - COULD IT?The much-awaited end of the month had arrived… A touch earlier than I had hoped for, but alas it was here. Lying in bed, wishing I had closed the window before I fell

*dalynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457491313399596727noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879642319797238034.post-23708942546961366102008-08-22T14:20:00.005-07:002008-09-02T16:53:27.358-07:00

Rolling over and up, I peered over the duvet to get a glimpse of the clock. 5:45am.There are many unpleasurable ways of being awaken in the morning, but having to listen to someone retching their guts out in the street below your bedroom window I’d have to place right up there at the top with the worst of them. Throwing the covers back, I slid my eight-month pregnant body off the bed and squeaked

*dalynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457491313399596727noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879642319797238034.post-52619150172504318782008-08-15T11:18:00.003-07:002008-08-15T11:21:51.083-07:00

i just HAD to do this to her new album cover... i'm so sick of hearing about this girl and the title of her latest was simply ASKING for it...have a great weekend folks! *d

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To make sense of this post please read THIS ONE and then THIS ONE first…There are patios and then there are PATIOS. We managed to acquire one of massive proportions upon moving into our new place MUCH to my pleasure. For over a month it was completely covered in boxes and ‘furniture’ (childhood toys and memorabilia, chairs without seats, tables without their legs etc…) but eventually, all of

*dalynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457491313399596727noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879642319797238034.post-66358981334444724532008-07-11T11:29:00.002-07:002008-07-11T11:32:07.726-07:00

our australian friend showed me this the other day... i was pissing myself at some of the stuff he said... good stuff to start off your weekend!! *d

*dalynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457491313399596727noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879642319797238034.post-28889758700211772122008-07-08T17:15:00.010-07:002008-12-08T22:13:41.106-08:00

Every 5 minutes I hit the refresh button of my browser. Logged in to Vancouver’s Craigslist ‘apts/housing for rent’ section, with critical info entered into the ‘search for’ field, I waited patiently for JUST the right living conditions to appear on my screen… painfully this situation didn’t appear for 2 weeks! 2 weeks of skimming through fake scam advertisements and misleading posts… overpriced

*dalynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457491313399596727noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879642319797238034.post-45211107088485057782008-06-12T12:04:00.007-07:002008-12-08T22:13:41.330-08:00

MOVING IS HELL - at least in my world it is. i'm sorry ive been away for so long. i've missed writing a posting. but im back! heres a little sum-pin sum-pin to get me (and you?) goin again! Love your comments, please leave them! *dalynFrom the basement suite doorway she waved a chubby arm at us as we struggled up the walkway, arms loaded with moving boxes. Her name was Dawn Barton, and this was

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so i've been MIA lately... a whole bunch of things are happening over here. i'm pregnant, 4 months now... still barely showing it at ALL. oh, except for in the breasts. they have tripled in size. i look like i've got some serious implants and i HATE it! they were big enough to begin with! can't imagine what they'll be like when my milk comes in... but for now hubby and i are calling them "

*dalynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457491313399596727noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879642319797238034.post-77520033408434969812008-03-28T16:01:00.003-07:002008-03-28T16:12:57.894-07:00

I love this "music video". makes me laugh every time! highly recommend the actual show, Garth Marenghi's Darkplace if you enjoy this video. Wikipeidia says [Garth Marenghi's Darkplace is a comedy series, released in 2004, that lampoons 1980s' television drama, particularly horror, sci-fi, and "the rampant egotism of self-appointed 'mastermind' authors." The show presents Garth Marenghi's

*dalynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457491313399596727noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879642319797238034.post-17943801140656851262008-03-27T14:50:00.010-07:002008-12-08T22:13:41.993-08:00

**Part 3**(You will find Part 1 & 2 of The Stripper Tales here, a collection of memoirs from a job I had as a front desk clerk in a very seedy hotel...)(please listen while reading for full effect)[music] Sheeeeee's my cherry pie, Cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise!Tastes so good, make a grown man cry, Saweet cherrrraaaaay paaa-eye!My eyes adjusted to the dim of the club and standing at

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**Part 2**(see Part 1 of The Stripper Tales here, a collection of memoirs from a job i had as a frontdesk clerk in a very seedy hotel...)Arriving at work that afternoon Luna filled me in on the present hotel guests as she always did. She was looking particularly haggard today. Luna’s look could be best described as “Death”. Not quite commited to the being a Goth, her appearance leaned more

*dalynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457491313399596727noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879642319797238034.post-67452351798690328392008-03-19T13:33:00.007-07:002008-12-08T22:13:42.902-08:00

**Part 1**(The Stripper Tales, a collection of memoirs from a job i had as a frontdesk clerk in a very seedy hotel...)I looked up to see an oversized set of breasts smothered in purple velour resting on the check-in counter. The zipper of the hoodie was pulled down to accentuate the 6-inch crack above it, a fleshy double D cavern.“Hey Delilha… long time no see! Where’ve you been?”“fucking

*dalynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457491313399596727noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879642319797238034.post-34896751944341946062008-03-15T16:56:00.004-07:002008-03-15T19:08:39.027-07:00

I was 'tagged' by SleekPelt. this is my first tagging and im totally into it, so here goes...Five Things About Myself:1. i am highly highly annoyed and mentally aggravated A.) by music that i can't STAND or HATE and B.) being forced to listen to it, like say in an elevator, supermarket, mall, house party, club or my parents car. i can think of nothing else than how much it is driving me NUTS -

*dalynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457491313399596727noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879642319797238034.post-79359488373149370292008-03-13T11:27:00.012-07:002008-12-08T22:13:43.738-08:00

so as i have mentioned before my husband has a little bit of problem with toyota chin vans. just last week he bought ANOTHER one. this will be van number 5. at this particular point in time we own 3 of them. im starting to agree with my friends, and im considering calling in INTERVENTION. surely theres a facility somewhere in new mexico that deals with this type of addiction...? but anyways!

*dalynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457491313399596727noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879642319797238034.post-17373236303231389162008-03-12T08:47:00.003-07:002008-03-12T08:49:01.338-07:00

this made me smile... although i wonder what happens when the dog loses eye cntact with the owner behind closed doors? still pretty cute!

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BANG BANG BANG BANG! i look up from my computer, startled and peek out the semi-closed blinds. a man is standing at my door. BANG BANG BANG BANG! DING DONG!! i slowly back away from the window still staring at the man. hes white, 40 to 45 years old. dark skin and an unkempt unshaven face. slight build, wearing all black. hes holding something over his shoulder... a jacket? a backpack? he bangs

*dalynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457491313399596727noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879642319797238034.post-67288056727752501842008-02-27T10:59:00.018-08:002008-12-08T22:13:44.199-08:00

I grew up all over the place as a child. my parents found Jesus in the 70's and soon after believed they were called to the "mission field" to spread the good news. turned out to be bad news for me. we left our new home in a quiet safe neighbourhood and sold everything we owned at bargain prices. i was pulled from my grade 2 class where i knew everybody and everybody knew me and we shipped out to

*dalynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457491313399596727noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879642319797238034.post-84679793299007703282008-02-19T09:22:00.001-08:002008-02-19T09:27:12.148-08:00

my husband sent me this so uploaded it on youtube... we keep watching it over and over and it just gets funnier!ive had similar experiences? has anyone else? *d

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this is in reference to the yummy delights posting. i made my hubby take me to the chinese food/donut shop last night. we got some donuts and the tapioca i saw in the little fridge cabinet thing looked goooood so i grabbed one. what could you possibly do to tapioca to ruin it? i cracked it today for a snack and LOW AND BEHOLD! ITS CHALK FULL OF??? CORN! GIRRRR!

*dalynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05457491313399596727noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879642319797238034.post-8435260619667272332008-02-14T11:14:00.017-08:002008-12-08T22:13:45.057-08:00

this post is a tad long, but the read is worth it just for the last few paragraphs! trust me! OK so these last few months have been a rollercoaster ride of too much work, christmas holidays, van breaking down constantly and my Aunty Carol mysteriously dying. The last in the list has taken over my families life since december 8th in a way that i wouldn't wish on anyone. i had only just gotten to

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i like to take pictures of stuff and then turn them into fridge magnets. this post is about one of my more well known magnet collections. i MIGHT whip you up a fresh batch of 'yummy delights' if you are having a house warming AND i think you're cool enough.let me explain what 'Yummy Delights' are... i lived in Taiwan for 3 years teaching english. i inhabited several dingy apartments, but one in

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my hubby loves ebay. he's been a dedicated junkie for years now and i have to give him credit, he never runs out of things to search for. i'm tapped out after 5 minutes, it's just not my thing. he's great at selling things as well. i'm not sure how he comes up with the wording that makes someone buy a 'vintage' (used) toothbrush - but he does! so, he looks - he sells and yes... he buys. id say it

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I'm sure at some point you've all hit the BACK button on your browser, and much to your dismay realized that everything you'd just written on the previous page has completely disapeared. you know... like entering in a bunch of information into an internet 'form' for school registration, or signing up for something online? Maybe you've written a long heartfelt email or a huge blog post and somehow

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I'm not the kind of person to shy away from the camera but i'm not exactly the person that is jumping to get in every shot taken either. i wouldn't say that im an ugly person but i also wouldn't say that im modeling material... (my boobs are too big ive been told... snicker snicker!) but over the years i have honed several 'looks'. im well known for them - im loved AND hated for them. i use to

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conversation upon waking up this morning at 11am...me: 'sweety, i let you sleep in' (im up at the crack of dawn no matter WHAT day it is. this friend of mine has the same problem.)sweety: 'i KNOW! its amazing!'me: 'i frickin' STARVING'sweety: silence.... ....me: 'i wish we had gravy'sweety: 'gravy? GRAVY?'me: 'ya, you know gravy... forget it.'i then got up and made us biscuits and sausage gravy

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Channel 18 (Canadian weather channel)News Caster's voice: "thanks Pinter, we'll be back to check in on the Manitoba's drought situation in 10 minutes... and now lets head over to the West Coast where notmuchhaschanged in the last few days! as mentioned earlier today, the British Columbia Lower Mainland is looking back on - and forward to...!! .... - you guessed it folks! RAIN! we've got ANOTHER

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ok, so this is my 1st entry. who am i? what do i do? why the need to write about it? all valid questions and i'll answer them in a bit, but first a few images of my workspace. um, ya, i work from home. if one was allowed the comforts pointed out in the images above at a 9-5 job then i might concider relocating - but until then, i think i'll stay here! so i'm hoping this has given you a mild

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