the end was just the beginning
Much as I appreciate the slim, sexy iPad Husband gave me for Christmas, I'm a big, fat hard drive (and monitor) girl at heart. My hard drive isn'tsmarter trot asmy iPad. See, this is what I'm talking about. That was supposed to say "isn't as smart as my iPad", but my iPad assumes what I'm... Continue Reading →
Husband was up late on Monday night trying to rescue our hard-drive. (It's dead Jim. Choking sob.) So he forgot about driving Sprog 1 to band practice yesterday morning - his job - and slept in. No problem, I said, I'll take her. Somehow I forgot all the other school mums and dads would be... Continue Reading →
The thing I hate most about being an adult is all the bloody responsibility. House, car, bills, food, cleaning, washing, kids, work. In darker times, I fantasised about being hospitalized with nervous exhaustion so I could be totally without responsibility, even for my own actions. And get lots of bed rest. Yes, yes, I know it wouldn't... Continue Reading →
The Not So Neighbourly Neighbours have been at it again for the past two Saturday nights. Blasting doof-doof music, lots of loud "woos" and "drink it down, down, downs". Heaps of laughter and general merriment that makes me so cross I want to scream. How dare they have fun in suburbia? Don't they know middle-aged folk... Continue Reading →
Husband and the Sprogs cracked out the Play-Doh this morning. They made these amazing creations (above). I cracked out the ready-made puff pastry this evening. I made these delicious creations (below). Everyone in the Household's pretty stoked with their efforts. Cheat's sausage rolls INGREDIENTS: Tray of chevap skin-less sausages (Woolies and Coles stock them); three sheets of puff pastry; beaten egg.... Continue Reading →
I'm not an all-organic, sugar-free food nazi. My kids eat junk. They have hot chips occasionally. They have lemonade at yum cha (sometimes it's even pink). I make muffins and biscuits for their morning tea. They ate donuts at the school disco last night. But there's something I'll never understand - why kids' sporting events have shops selling soft drinks, chips, pies... Continue Reading →
I tried to do my Easter shopping yesterday. The selection sucked. Big time. No wonder retail is in the toilet. It's only 44 days until the Bunny comes, focus people! Obsessive nutters - I mean highly organised people like me - need to be prepared. (I'm doing Sprog 2's birthday goody bags today, only 22 days to party... Continue Reading →
A friend who lives in Mumbai came to lunch today. She kept saying how nice it was to breathe fresh air and not have people pooing in the streets. She brought gorgeous inlaid timber pencil containers for the Sprogs. Heaven knows how she got them through customs. I served Chermoula Barramundi for lunch, with mini... Continue Reading →
I was in the attic on Monday night, searching for the photo of me with Stripper Santa. I got really freaked out. My panic initially revolved around where the effing hell the Stripper Santa photo had gone. Are you one of those people that if they lose something are incapable of thinking or doing anything... Continue Reading →
When I was a magazine editor, many hours were spent getting me camera-ready. A stylist provided designer clothes, a make-up artist spack-filled and blow-dried me to perfection, then a photographer took endless photos until I was happy. This was an arduous process. But, as I was the editor, everyone had to suck it up. Click, click, click, click ... Now I'm... Continue Reading →
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