I was soooooo grumpy yesterday. Completely the wrong mood for celebrating my birthday. It didn't help that I started work at the crack of dawn and went like the clappers until bolting to school pick-up. I was so frantic I completely forgot I'd left my car parked in a one-hour zone around the corner from... Continue Reading →

I'm 47 today. Forty farking seven! Geez that sounds old. And it felt old as I struggled out of bed before dawn for a 7am start at work. Last night was the official launch of the Festival of The Birthday, held at O Bar. It's a revolving restaurant on the 47th floor of a building... Continue Reading →

Now that I have your attention ... I've probably given you a very vivid image of a naked Pamela Anderson-style set-up ... (Actually, I've just Googled "Pamela Anderson trapeze" and it was a vibrating bed, stripper pole and white shag carpeting she had installed in her Airsteam ... I was SURE it was a trapeze.) And... Continue Reading →

I split 300 rolls - and my finger - with a bread knife yesterday while helping prep for the family fun night at the kids' school. My elderly hands were soooooooo cramped by the time I finished. (The organisers, bless them, thought I'd separated enough sausages for one school volunteer lifetime.) It was weirdly enjoyable... Continue Reading →

I really don't need more stress in my life, but sometimes it feels like I court it. The eldest has become obsessed with drawing wounds on herself. She's getting pretty awesome at it. I've suggested she consider a career as a special effects make-up artist. It's amazing what a kid can do with a red... Continue Reading →

I choked up yesterday as I read a blog post by Jenny Kanevsky called Why You Don't Need To Say 'I Don't Love You Anymore.' It included heart-wrenching lines like: "I don't know how long my ex was thinking, 'I'm done, I want a divorce.' He never talked to me about it. How long was he... Continue Reading →

I thought my attention span would increase with age, but I seem to be heading in the opposite direction. I am sooooo easily distracted. Ooooh, funny cat video; ooooh, chicken schnitzel slider burgers; ooooh, let's get tickets in the Boystown lottery house and turn the study into a sleepover room with bunk beds built into... Continue Reading →

A Perth CEO called Linda Wayman put her foot in her mouth BIG TIME last week when she griped about too many of her employees getting pregnant and having the audacity to ask to work part-time after having their babies. She said stuff like: "We do have a big jar of condoms at work. I'm not... Continue Reading →