the end was just the beginning
Hormones. Suck. Big. Time. Oh, they have their uses. I mean I wouldn't want to NOT have them. But geez they put me through the wringer every month. Yesterday was baaaaaaaaad. I wrote about my hormonal hell many moons ago, in a post called Warning: This one's about PMT. It went like this ... Like... Continue Reading →
I caught up with some of my favourite weekly magazine mates last night at a really cool bar called The Hayberry. We haven't seen each other for YONKS. So long, in fact, that one of my friends now has a baby that's six months old ... last time we saw each other she was just... Continue Reading →
I was up until all hours last night (10pm in Alana World) subbing a trade journal article for DD. DD finds my turn of phrase very amusing - he tells me "subbing" is short for doing the 50 Shades of Grey-style submissive thing. I. Did. Not. Know. That. Did you? Subbing has nothing to do... Continue Reading →
My mum is really upset about my "disaster" life. I had it all - a husband, two gorgeous daughters, a nice house in a fancy suburb, money in the bank, a high-profile job ... Then everything fell apart. I still have the two kids, but the rest is gone. When Mum railed to me about... Continue Reading →
The weather was crazy in my part of the world over the weekend - Saturday was hot and sunny, 25 degrees in August!! Then Sunday dawned rainy and miz. When I saw what global warming had planned for my Saturday I was determined to make the most of it. So I started Googling beachside cafes... Continue Reading →
Until last week I had no idea what "Ashley Madison" was - I knew it had something to do with on-line dating, but the details were sketchy. Turns out it's on-line dating AND it's sketchy: it's for married people who want to have affairs. The company's slogan is: "Life is short. Have an affair."... Continue Reading →
I love a bargain ... be it fashion or food related. And mince is a pretty budget-friendly meal ... although my local butcher has the audacity to charge $20 a kilo, flipping 'eck! I've been testing out a whole host of meatballs recipes lately because DD is a bit of a fan. He's tried two... Continue Reading →
.... you start buying CDs from petrol stations ... I was driving to DD's house the other night and realised I needed some fuel. I filled the tank, went inside to pay and became completely transfixed by the $10 CD rack near the counter. That can't be good, can it? I spotted a "Best of... Continue Reading →
Today is a pretty scary day. The NSW Governor may decide to allow a judicial review of the Kathleen Folbigg case. He may turn the petition down. It's tying my stomach in knots. I can't imagine what it's doing to hers. I gave an interview about the case to SBS on Monday. I thought... Continue Reading →
I don't hold much back at HouseGoesHome. It's pretty out there. So it's bizarre that I find getting interviewed so harrowing. I agreed to do two interviews about Kathleen Folbigg this week and I've felt a bit sick about them ever since. I worry that I'll stuff it up. I worry that my words will... Continue Reading →
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