the end was just the beginning
Oooooh, guess what? I finally saw Blackish en route to Rome! I was trawling through the vast entertainment selection on Emirates when I stumbled across it in the TV comedy section. I thought the odds of finding the infamous triceratops sex episode would be pretty low, but it turned out to be the first episode... Continue Reading →
Well, not quite. Yesterday was quite the killer. I backed up from the Australian drinks Awards, hit work for eight hours, drove three kids back from skipping training and arrived home to discover the Internet wasn't working. I could have done without that. Understatement. It's had to stay broken. I gave it 10 minutes of... Continue Reading →
Once upon a time I swanned about at gorgeous functions for a living, drinking free champers and schmoozing. When you're in the media you can pretty much do it every night of the week, if you so choose In my current incarnation as a single suburban mum there hasn't been quite as much swishness. Mind... Continue Reading →
You know how I mentioned yesterday that I'm going on a holiday with my kids. Well, I feel guilty about it, because it's completely irresponsible of me. I can't afford it, but ... Well, it's a long story that goes way back to February, when I got a call from my ex asking if he... Continue Reading →
perfect storm noun 1. a particularly violent storm arising from a rare combination of adverse meteorological factors. 2. an especially bad situation caused by a combination of unfavourable circumstances. "the past two years have been a perfect storm for the travel industry" I'm having a bit of a perfect storm week. I feel like George... Continue Reading →
How was your Father's Day? I celebrated mine with a little self-pity weep. After heading to my sister's place to give my dad a quick hug, I raced home to get the kids ready for handover. My ex wanted to open his presents en famille, then offered yum cha with him and the kids, but... Continue Reading →
Just a few weeks ago I wrote that I was still really angry with my ex. Well, much like my renovation revelation earlier this week, I realised something almost immediately after I pressed send on that blog post. What I'm actually cranky about is that I'm not angry at him any more. How dare I... Continue Reading →
My way of coping with life for the first 46 years was to try and control every second of it. I was infamous for taking menus from friends at restaurants and doing the ordering for the whole table. When I went on a holiday to Hawaii with my mother, I faxed her a list of... Continue Reading →
I had a disagreement with a friend yesterday. I don't cope well with disagreements. They lay me low. I really need to get better at them if I'm to keep blogging. When you voice an opinion in a blog post you need to be ready to handle disagreements, they come with the territory. But even... Continue Reading →
The builder popped over yesterday to run through the final details on my mini renovation. (Did I tell you he's an almost-celebrity builder? He was going to be on the new season of The Block with his wife, but they found out a few days before they were meant to fly to Melbourne that she... Continue Reading →
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