Humans are strange beings. My blog is hosted on a platform called WordPress. It has a dashboard that gives lots of statistics on how many people have clicked on various posts, what social media channels referred them to your site, that sort of thing. It also tells you the weird and wonderful Google searches people... Continue Reading →
In a total spin
Every day seems to be ONE OF THOSE DAYS at the moment. But yesterday was a killer. It started with me turning the house upside down looking for a front-door key after the eldest accidentally dropped the spare family one down a brick cavity. Don't ask, too hard to explain. The eldest and the youngest... Continue Reading →
The chicken injury
I have a dodgy sacrum. Back when I was a crazy chicken lady, two of my chicks were pecking on the deck when a storm hit. I scooped up a chick in each hand, ran into the house and slipped on the wet floor. What happened next is known in physio circles as a "splits... Continue Reading →
Do you actually do any work?
I work from home on Fridays. It comes in handy when an exciting booze story breaks overnight - I can jump out of bed and start typing, without having to worry about showering, cleaning my teeth, getting dressed and scooting up to the office by 9am. That's what happened last Friday when Lion announced it... Continue Reading →
Too much is not enough
This may be a new overscheduling record for me ... I stayed at DD's on Saturday night as a rare treat before he flew to Korea yesterday for work. We set the alarm for 6am so we could have coffee, watch the sunrise and go for a beach swim before my 8am pump class. We... Continue Reading →
A bit pear shaped
Mornings are pretty hectic in the Household as three of us scramble off in different directions. I took things up a notch yesterday when I needed to be at work by 6.45am for breakfast event at Luna Park. The guest speakers at The Drinks Association Network Breakfast were PwC's Paul von Kesmark and Birger Maekelburger,... Continue Reading →
Avoiding the rage
Aileen Weintraub writes at HuffPost: "The symptoms were subtle at first: insomnia, a racing heart, a lost word, sometimes a wrong word. But within months there was no denying it. Soon enough there were panic attacks, sobbing fits and that verboten emotion of middle-aged women ― rage." She's talking about perimenopause and when I read... Continue Reading →
Not very classy
I'm a bit low rent and my standards are slipping with age. I was stoked to find a Bacon & Egg McMuffin in my fridge yesterday morning. I figured my friends Megz and Tracy must have accidentally left it behind, so I texted to check whether it would kill me ... nope, it had been... Continue Reading →
It’s going to be a bombshell day
I'm writing this post while hooked up to a Neuroptimal machine - it assesses whether your neural pathways are blocked and helps clear them. My friend Tracy bought it to help her son who has ADHD and thought it might do me some good too, so I'm having a session on it. Apparently my brainwaves... Continue Reading →
It ends well
I’ve battled a lot with self doubt over the past week. It’s been a bit of a tough one. People were so kind to me over the weekend, which is always an interesting one when you're battling with self-doubt because you’re a bit yeah, nah about it - the bad stuff inside your head is easier... Continue Reading →