the end was just the beginning
I just found out about the Global Financial Crisis. And I kind of wish I didn't know. I'm all freaked out now. It was really, really bad. The entire world economy could have collapsed. And then what would have happened? Husband brought home a movie called Too Big To Fail - which chronicles the US treasury's fight to... Continue Reading →
Yep, holidays make me sick. They really do. I don't know why I thought a week in Charleston, South Carolina, with Husband and the Sprogs would be different to any other vacation I've taken. Especially with swine flu raging through the US. I'd just settled into my plane seat to watch the safety demonstration when I started feeling woozy.... Continue Reading →
There's this holiday jinx I'm hoping to beat. It involves me getting violently ill every time I step off a plane. My speciality is colds and flus in exotic locales. I've snuffled my way through sojourns in Koh Samui, Singapore, South Carolina, Fiji ... Next week we're going to Spain, and I'm a bit scared. (Erm, yes, I know... Continue Reading →
It's a bit sad (as in pathetic) how much I'm enjoying the supermarket. Today's highlight: chatting to the Changeling's mother (aka my neighbour). After hazily recognising each other from the almost-reversing-over-her-toddler-in-the-driveway incident last week, we struck up a conversation in the fruit and veg department. She seems very nice. Her name is Georgie (must remember: Georgie, Georgie, Georgie).... Continue Reading →
I am officially old and cranky. Arrived home at 9pm last night after dinner with friends to hear a MASSIVE party over the back fence. I'm talking music so loud the whole street sounded like one big rave. They must have hired industrial speakers. And put them outside, on their deck. Husband immediately took off to the late-night chemist... Continue Reading →
Husband and I have been speculating about whether the Sprog next door is a changeling. It NEVER grows up - it's a permanent baby. It's all squishy and puggle-like and it's been doing that in-the-middle-of-the-night crying thing FOREVER. Very spooky. Well, it was until I saw the mother this afternoon, carrying a baby while a... Continue Reading →
I'm having a "nobody likes me, everybody hates me, I think I'll go eat worms" kind of week (see below for full rhyme) This means I'm not just fat, I'm also paranoid and self-absorbed. (You'll begin to recognise these hormonal phases, my six valued subscribers.) That's very bad timing for an appointment with my psychologist because I appear waaay more unhinged than normal. "Not everything is about you," she says when I've finished... Continue Reading →
So I'm minding my own business, grabbing a Diet Coke from the BBQ chicken shop, when I'm accosted by a sandwich-short-of-a-picnic person. My suburb doesn't usually run to those. It's more of a cranky old lady place. I'm also accustomed to being able to spot my crazy people a mile off. It was part of the job description when I worked a... Continue Reading →
I am fat again. I know because I keep having to adjust my waistband below my belly. I know because I have invested in lots of stretchy leggings to wear with baggy tops. I know because I pretend not to notice any of my "thin" clothes in the wardrobe when I'm deciding what to wear in the morning (and if I don't try... Continue Reading →
I had so many plans. I was going to write a movie script. I was going to organise all our digital photos into albums. I was going to join the gym and work-out every morning after school drop-off. All I've done is tidy up the frigging house. Over and over and OVER again. I wake up each morning... Continue Reading →
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