September 2, 2014

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I’m so vanilla

It’s funny the things that take my fancy. I’ve become obsessed with these bird sculptures made out of chicken wire that I spotted at an outdoor sculpture exhibition recently. They are weird and not particularly cheap but I must have them. Well, three of them, anyway. They’re to symbolise myself and my girls (oh, and […]

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September 1, 2014

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I’ve piked out

Having a well developed sense of irony, I spent yesterday afternoon dosed up on Codral (yes, I have a coldy thing now), lying on the couch, watching He’s Just Not That Into You and fretting about my cervix. Don’t you wish you were me? And I’ve decided several things. Colds suck. Codral rocks. I’m Gigi […]

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August 31, 2014

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Farewell to my lady plumbing

OK, it’s official, the universe hates me. My lady plumbing is being removed on September 30. Because, you know, I didn’t have enough on my emotional plate. I held it together when the specialist told me, I joked and laughed, but I was teetering on the edge of tears. Not because I’m particularly fond of […]

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August 30, 2014

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I want a date, not a fling

I got a funny reaction to my blog yesterday, when I announced I wanted a date. A friend posted on Facebook that I needed “a toy boy fling”, which is entirely the opposite of what I have in mind. I want to talk to a man I don’t know and watch for sparks. I love […]

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August 29, 2014

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I don’t want to jinx it, but …

I’ve started sleeping again without chemical assistance. I’m quite startled because it’s been a fairly traumatic week. That should mean hours of late night angst, but no, I’ve been snoozing peacefully until 6am. Please let it last. As for the trauma, well, it’s still haunting me (a little) during my waking hours. But I’m leaning […]

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August 28, 2014

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19 reasons my new job rocks

I’m having a bit of a blast in my new job. Here are just a few of the reasons why … 1. As mentioned in a previous blog post, when you press “42” on the drink dispensing machine, a Diet Coke comes out. There’s the meaning of life for you. 2. The junk food machine […]

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August 27, 2014

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Looking back in anger

I was supposed to blog about the Emmys after parties today but I can’t because my internet, after finally kicking into life after three weeks, has died again. Farketty fark fark fark. iinet have no acceptable answers for me, other than I should try using some sort of splitter box thing that I’ll have to […]

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August 26, 2014

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Second chances

There are moments when I realise the fragility of my new resilience. At my housewarming, a school mum noted that I wasn’t in a good place yet – in light of some of my blog posts – and I disagreed ¬†with her vehemently. No, no, I insisted, I’m good. Really, I’m great. But I could […]

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August 25, 2014

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The party lowdown

Ooooooh I felt grim yesterday. I don’t operate well on one hour of sleep … So, was it worth it? Yes, on balance I think it was, despite the scene of devastation that still surrounds me. The fun started on Saturday morning when the “intelligent” lights, stand, LED disco ball and smoke machine arrived. The […]

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August 24, 2014

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Some galah

I know I said I wouldn’t blog today but, after 2 hours fitful sleep, I had to get up because some galah had set the timer on my oven to go off at 6.20am. Once I’m awake, I’m awake. The house is a bloody tip after the housewarming, can’t face it. So I thought I’d […]

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