the end was just the beginning
The past few days have been filled with pics and anecdotes from DD's trip to Chicago. He's been sipping Oregon pinot noir in bars and going to see jazz bands in clubs and generally having an awesome time. Guess how often I've thought "damn, I was almost there too"? Yep ... then times it by... Continue Reading →
The very, very funny Pinky Poinker wrote a blog last week that I wish I'd read BEFORE I bought a fox terrier (supposedly crossed with a Maltese, though I can't see even a hint of Maltese in him, I was duped!) Pinky wrote a blog called What Happens When You Replace Your Kids With Dogs and... Continue Reading →
I am NOT a spontaneous person. Meticulous planning is more my speed. I'm talking booking my holidays a year in advance, planning the week's meals and compiling a rigorously thorough shopping list, pondering destinations to retire 15 years out and choosing my daughter's name a decade before she was born. DD, on the other hand,... Continue Reading →
Every day I hear or read another divorce war story. And they are invariably horrible. As Jackie Pilossoph from DivorcedGirlSmiling notes: "All post-divorce relationships are different. Few are good, even fewer are great, and most of what I see when it comes to couples' post-split relationships is quite honestly, hideous." I wouldn't say mine is... Continue Reading →
I felt like the most terrible person on earth yesterday afternoon. I suspected trouble was brewing when my ex sent a text saying the youngest was "v excited about trapeze." When I picked her up from school she started hyperventilating about how she couldn't wait to see her trapeze. So I broke the sad news... Continue Reading →
Do you look forward to long weekends? When you're a journalist, they're a bit meh. Journalists - newspaper ones especially - work on public holidays. News waits for no man's getaway, it's just other day in the office. Long weekends are even more meh for me these days because my ex has the kids every Sunday... Continue Reading →
I don't know how I'm going to break the news: bedroom gymnastics have been banned. The disappointment factor is going to be high. Remember how I bought the youngest a trapeze for her birthday? The idea was to hang it above her bed. As you do. I've also been contemplating slides and swings in the... Continue Reading →
My mum took pity on me when I blogged that I couldn't afford a Bonds tracksuit top from Woolies and sent a text message saying she'd pay for it. Bless her. So I hoofed back to discover I wasn't the only one who'd gone berserk at the prospect of clothes shopping in a supermarket -... Continue Reading →
The youngest and I were hoping to finally watch Pitch Perfect last night, but the eldest put the kibosh on it because it's "not suitable." "It's 'm' rated and that's not for violence," she admonished. Oh. OK. Cue pouting from me and the nine-year-old. The 11-year-old is going through a prudish phase, if she sees... Continue Reading →
My sister texted me yesterday morning around 8am, worried there was something wrong because I hadn't blogged yet. That's the problem with blogging every single freaking day, people think you've fallen under a bus if you don't. The back-end of my site informed me earlier this week that the most popular time of the week... Continue Reading →
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