the end was just the beginning
I looked out my kitchen window yesterday morning and was startled to see the youngest bouncing on the trampoline. At 6.30am. She's obsessed with getting her pedometer reading as high as possible every day during Steptember. It made me giggle. Two years ago, I'd have regaled my husband with the story when he finally struggled... Continue Reading →
Yesterday sucked a bit. Something crappy happened that sent me into a swoon of misery ... on R U OK Day ... ironically ... or should that be congruently? I was let down badly and it hurt. I did lots of exercise to try and offset the sucky nature of it, but it didn't really... Continue Reading →
Poor me! I'm lonely and broke. DD is in Asia on business for the better part of two weeks. Normally this would be a chance for me to catch up with my girlfriends, but it coincides with me being penniless. So I'm just sitting at home sending DD sulky text messages instead. I'm broke because... Continue Reading →
I spend far too much time worrying about whether I'm a "good" person. Such a waste of angst and energy. But I also think some people don't worry enough about whether their behaviour is "good" or "bad." They get too caught up in their misguided sense of justice and I've-been-done-wrongness. The whole "do unto others... Continue Reading →
It's Labor Day in the United States, a chance for celebs to show off their lazy long weekend selfies. My favourite came from The Rock. Here's what he had to say: "Here's a fun Labor Day weekend story... We just decided to add two new members to our Johnson family. Baby French Bulldogs. In my... Continue Reading →
I'm admonished occasionally for being too frank and honest on the blog. People say stuff like: "Put it in a private diary, not on the internet!" And: "Think of your kids!" Or: "What if the kids read your blog one day?" I try to be mindful of that ... though, really, I reckon they'll find it... Continue Reading →
I was shocked yesterday by a Father's Day bombshell. NRL star Greg Inglis went public with his secret son, a five-year-old cutie called Riley. The little boy is the result of a brief affair Greg had with his high school sweetheart, while he was on a break from his now-wife, Sally Robinson. Sally and Greg... Continue Reading →
I feel a bit like a Father's Day orphan. Everyone is off doing family stuff. I'm all on my lonesome, sitting in front of the computer blogging ... Poor me! Sad face. To pass the time - since it's too blerky to walk up big hills, my usual solution to sad-face situations - I've been... Continue Reading →
How's your Father's Day going? I'm a little late blogging because my Father's Day has (inevitably) been a bit out-of-the-ordinary. Normally I'd be on our way to lunch with my Dad on my sister's gorgeous back deck, but my mum had a knee replacement on Thursday and she's still in hospital, morphined up to the... Continue Reading →
Forgive this second blog post of the morning, but today is "Bey Day" and social media has gone cray-cray about it. #beyday has been "trending" on Twitter for hours. There are literally thousands and thousands of messages. This is BIG people. Wondering what the? Vanity Fair sums it up best: "Today is a holy day,... Continue Reading →
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