the end was just the beginning
If Husband and I get a divorce, chances are it's because of the blog. I don't talk enough to him, but reveal too much electronically. Ironic really. So I've decided to give Husband a break from the blabbing today. Which also gives me a break from writing 400-600 words. This comes as a great relief, as I didn't get home from my mad chook... Continue Reading →
See the little guy on the left. His name is Snoopy. Was Snoopy. I miss Snoopy. Snoopy grew up to be a rooster, so we had to give him away (well, pay the supplier to take him back, rort) because people in suburban areas don't like being woken at 4am by roosters. Funny that. When... Continue Reading →
Since no-one read my blog while I was away in September (noooo, I'm not bitter) I'm going tell the "Why me got no Dolly" story again. It's a bit long and self-indulgent, but isn't that what blogs are for? As a special treat, I'm going to publish the original 2009 version, not the edited 2011 version. Excited? It's set in New... Continue Reading →
In addition to Diet Coke, white wine, curry, David Tennant and gossip, I have another addiction - property. I've noticed this addiction waxes and wanes depending on my mental state. When I am calm, collected and relatively happy I can go for months without even thinking about property. When I'm an addled mess, I can spend hours every day... Continue Reading →
My sister informs me she's going to bingay next week. Bingay is bingo "run by a hilarious and slightly loud drag queen". My sister is not gay (she will be pleased for me to publicly clarify) but is attending bingay as a team-building exercise for work. The thought of bingay kept me awake for hours last night, reminiscing... Continue Reading →
School holidays are not relaxing. I know they have the word "holiday" in them, but it's a total furphy. A holiday is when you laze around doing nothing. I won't be lazing until January 30, when Mummy's School Holiday begins. I'm parking myself on the couch from 9.15am with the latest boxed set of True Blood, my iPad and a bowl of... Continue Reading →
Do you wish you were more diligent about the little things in life? The stuff that always slip through the cracks. Or are you the type who deodorises their recycling bin (like the over-achievers' bins I explored on my frantic search for the missing mail)? There's an on-top-of-everything person I dream about being. A thinner, tidier, kinder, prettier version of myself. Let me describe my Little Miss Perfect to... Continue Reading →
Friends have a five-year-old son with waaaaay too much energy. He makes Sprog 2 look listless. I had dinner at their place the other night and chuckled at their utensils drawer: tongs, mixing spoons, knives ... and a wide selection of handballs. Because you never want to find yourself handball-less with that little tornado. His need to be in constant motion... Continue Reading →
I was going to whine self-indulgently about my fat again, but it didn't rate terribly well yesterday (what's wrong with you people?) so I've made a commercial decision to save the angst for later. Next best thing? Ranting about the Sprogs. Alrighty then ... shoes and Sprog 2 ... don't get me started. Actually, do get me started, or else I won't have anything to blog... Continue Reading →
Kate Moss' motto: "Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels". My motto: "Everything tastes as good as skinny feels." I feel a little sorry for Kate, poor pet. She obviously hasn't tried peking duck or char kway teow or Cafe Sopra's polenta with mushroom and gorgonzola sauce. But mostly I resent her self-discipline. Because I remember what being skinny (well, kind of... Continue Reading →
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