I’ve got a baaaad case of First Child Syndrome

I had a little tanty during a drink with a friend last night. I ranted that I was sick of being "good" and "doing the right thing" when so many other people get away with blue murder ... without any consequences. Whenever I tentatively dip my toe in the blue-murder waters I either panic and... Continue Reading →

Mexican party food – 6 easy recipes

Oh I do so love a theme ... and since I had visitors popping over yesterday afternoon, I thought I'd serve a feast of Mexican-inspired nibbles. It probably wasn't the wisest decision, considering it felt like I was walking under water in the wake of my 10-day flu. But I resolved the floors could stay... Continue Reading →

My week: wonky, woebegone … and that is SO whacked

There's something about being sick for 10 days that starts to get to down. The first couple of days are a bit Bugger, I feel like crap philosophical. Then you wake up on day 10, groan and think Seriously? How can I still be coughing? Sigh. So I can't say I've been a joy. But... Continue Reading →

8 awesome Kit-Kat recipes (and two disturbing ones)

I've become quite the connoisseur of the junk food machine at work ... it really must stop. I've tried to be "good" and just get the skinny little Lindt bars, but they're gone in a heartbeat and my sweet craving remains. Kit-Kats are far more satisfyingly with all that biscuity goodness inside them. So, since... Continue Reading →

Mistaken for DD’s stalker

I've done some crazy stuff in my time: dined with Kylie Minogue,  nattered to a naked Alyssa Milano (oh, AND a kit-less Hugh Jackman),  been hit on (kind of) by Portia De Rossi,  straddled a dyke's bike in Mardi Gras, judged the Miss Nude Australia contest, spent an hour being screamed at by Anthony LaPaglia ... And... Continue Reading →

Feeling special

There's a new Dove ad that's gone viral. Have you seen it? It gives women two doors to walk through - one with a sign above it saying "average", the other with one that says "beautiful." Here it is ... It's supposed to send a powerful message about how women perceive themselves, but I'm not... Continue Reading →

Poor, poor pitiful me

Nothing quite brings the loneliness of a broken marriage into sharp relief like getting sick. I've been crook for the past six days in a variety of locations - work, my parents' house, restaurants, bars, cafes - and in the company of a variety of people - friends, family, in-laws, the kids ... It felt... Continue Reading →

Blasts from the past: day two

There's no rest for the wicked ... Or virus-affected people forced to share narrow beds with their nine-year-old for three nights. Fortunately my mum gave me a sleep aid last night - unlike the previous evening - after establishing I hadn't been drinking (much). So me and my tortured throat escaped to the land of... Continue Reading →

Meeting old friends … 30 years later

I had lunch with three high school friends yesterday - Megan, Megz and Katherine. As we munched bruschetta we figured out we hadn't been in the same room since year 9. Together with another friend, Estelle - who I sadly lost touch with about a decade ago - we were the odd bod gang at... Continue Reading →

Free money (and fishnets)

My mum handed me a bank passbook yesterday. A family friend had opened the account when the eldest was born and put $100 in it. The idea was that I'd add to the $100 over the years and pay for the eldest's university education or something. That didn't happen. So, 11 years later, we liberated... Continue Reading →

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