Everything hurts: my head, my neck, my throat, my shoulders, my back, my hips, my wrists ... I've caught some low-level lurgy. Blah. You know how you just want to curl up in your bed when you're sick? Well, I can't, because I'm staying at my parents' place and sharing a double bed with my snoring,... Continue Reading →
Taking stock
I'm lost for words. No, that's not right. I have plenty of words (as you will note when you scroll down the page and wince). I'm rarely lost for them. It's inspiration I'm lacking ... Normally I'm energised by writing, but I think I'm at one of those mini turning points where you don't know... Continue Reading →
My OTHER addiction
I hate calling people on the phone. HATE IT. It verges on a phobia. I'm filled with dread because I've received a bill that requires me to ring up to pay it. Totally barbaric - what century are they living in? The bill is now massively overdue, but I ... just ... can't. I am... Continue Reading →
Easter 2015 … celebrity style
Yep, as usual, I've spent far too much time over the Easter "break" collecting celebrity photos. At least this time I had an excuse - I was working for Kidspot all weekend (and today). So it was part of my JOB. That makes me feel slightly less crazy. Anyway, here's what the stars posted on... Continue Reading →
My week: on with the show
Happy Easter everyone!!!! Hope you're having a good one. I forgot about daylight savings and slept in until the grand - new - time of 6am. The dogs went berserk - they were busting because they refused to get their poor widdle feet in the gouting rain last night. Wusses. The youngest is cuddling her... Continue Reading →
Easter feasting HouseGoesHome style
It got a little crazy in the Household yesterday as the youngest and I cooked up a storm. The youngest loves helping out in the kitchen, but was affronted when I tried to turn it into a maths lesson by asking how many more slices of tomato were needed for the remaining pesto tarts. "Muuuuuuum,... Continue Reading →
Ohhhhh, the shame … Diet Coke made me do it
Hi. My name is Alana House and I'm addicted to Diet Coke. Oh, and sugar-free V. But V is for after the gym or the supermarket or when my PMT is really bad ... You know, special occasions. Diet Coke is for everyday. Kinda like jeans versus fishnet stockings. People who aren't addicted to Diet Coke... Continue Reading →
Third time unlucky
Ever felt jinxed? You know how I was saying ... ohhhhh, just a couple of days ago ... that DD asked my mum if my life was always this eventful? He sounded a little "you're kidding me" when I called last night to tell him my latest misadventure. You see, I've been hanging to try... Continue Reading →
What’s love got to do with it?
Remember that Skyhooks song, "All my friends are getting married" ... Well all my friends are getting married Yes they're all growin' old They're all staying home on weekends They're all doin' what they're told It feels like the reverse is happening in my life: all my friends are getting divorced. Nah, that's an exaggeration:... Continue Reading →
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