dis·card verb \dis-ˈkärd, ˈdis-ˌ\ : to throw (something) away because it is useless or unwanted It’s our street’s turn for council throw-out and I’ve been BUSY. This is what my Sunday looked like … (Trust me, you don’t want to see what it looked like around the corner.) It was ACE. No it wasn’t, it sucked. Especially […]

I’m not a weirdo

I had an unsettling experience yesterday. I went to my “oh-my-gawd-help-me-through-my-divorce” therapist and hesitantly confessed to spending my entire life feeling like a weirdo. She was marking something called my “schema” at the time – a booklet I’d filled out to identify my patterns of thought and behaviour, so she can pinpoint my emotional triggers. […]

HouseGoesHollywood: Ricki-Lee attacked (plus guess who peed on Kanye?)

I’d like to say I didn’t see the Gwyneth and Chris split coming … but the signs had been screamingly there for such a long time. Still, it’s sad to see any couple separate, she says … with a knowing nod. In happier news, Chris Hemsworth welcomed twin sons and North West peed on her […]

The hunger

My tummy hasn’t stopped grumbling since I cut (most of) the comfort eating … but that’s not what this blog is about. I’m hungry in a grab life with both hands way. I want to DEVOUR challenges and experiences and … well, everything. The urge is so powerful it’s almost an ache. And there are only […]

Ice, ice baby

The youngest’s winter wonderland party was a hit. For my own sanity, I probably should have skipped the pre-party pump class, but if I had my gym instructor wouldn’t have been able to give me the excellent tip on creating a snowman’s head for the birthday cake. I woke up on Sunday morning stricken by […]

Too much

I don’t know where to begin. There’s too much to tell. So I’ll just serve it up in one enormous, disjointed package. I’ll start with Friday night. My mum and dad took the youngest and the rest of our extended family to teppanyaki. I’d bought myself tickets to Neil Finn as my Christmas present from […]

Happy birthday Pook

Eight years ago today I wept as I was wheeled into an operating theatre to have a 4.1kg bundle of love extracted from my womb. I was crying because I was petrified. My first birth was … a bit on the awful side. The eldest was 4.3kg and decided she didn’t fancy coming out after […]