the end was just the beginning
My ex and I have spent a looooooooot of time together over the past six days. It's been a bit weird but mostly fine. The interaction doesn't bother me like it once did. I think my heart must be almost healed. We had dinner at his place with the kids on Saturday night, following the... Continue Reading →
I'm a little blitzed and a lot proud. The youngest just spent the last three days at Netball Central in Homebush, competing in the National Skipping Championships. We pretty much decided Team Teal were going just for fun because they'd faced a very difficult decision at the start of the year: two of the girls... Continue Reading →
It was one of those serendipitous moments ... I was having dinner at DD's mate Cliff's place when he mentioned he'd bought two tickets to New Order but his wife couldn't make it because she was going overseas. It being a small world, she and DD headed off to the same conference in San Francisco... Continue Reading →
My youngest daughter is competing in the National Skipping Championships at Homebush this weekend, just moments from where from my old school friend Kathleen Folbigg is incarcerated at Mulawa Detention Centre. So I decided it was a great opportunity to pay Kathy a visit, especially after fellow friends had told me she was feeling a... Continue Reading →
I'm embarrassed to confess I was a little hazy on the "greatest" things Muhammad Ali did ... but my heart still hurt to hear he'd died. "After a 32-year battle with Parkinson's disease, Muhammad Ali has passed away at the age of 74. The three-time World Heavyweight Champion boxer died this evening," Bob Gunnell, a... Continue Reading →
I hate talking on the phone. Hate, hate, HATE IT. Always have, always will. I feel physically ill at the mere thought of dialling a number and having to speak to a human - or even a robot - at the other end. It's my idea of heaven when I can make an appointment or... Continue Reading →
It's the end of an era. I'm leaving journalism. Hasta la vista, baby. I've been a journalist since I was 17, starting out as a cadet at The Newcastle Herald. Three years later, I made the transition to magazines: Studio, Design Series, Cosmopolitan, CLEO, Harper's Bazaar, Woman's Day, NW, Everyday Food ... After that came... Continue Reading →
I thought middle-aged dating was supposed to be a sedate affair, but DD had me up until all hours last night. I'm totally knackered this morning. I know what you're thinking ... yesterday she talked about sex in a ladies loo, today she goes on about being kept up all night ... She's leading us... Continue Reading →
You know that tanty I had about talking to strangers at the Lone Star Steakhouse over the weekend? Well DD was very amused when, not long after I declared the situation "pus" (he's also very amused by my Newie vernacular, did you call crappy things "pus" when you were a teenager?) I disappeared into the... Continue Reading →
... And occasionally traumatic ... but mainly bloody wonderful ... There were moments during my blogging break that were a bit PUS, but all-in-all it was awesome, bulk fun, all that jazz ... or should that be blues? DD and I flew off to Surfers Paradise for a few days. Not my ideal choice for... Continue Reading →
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