the end was just the beginning
The "pull back on the blog" brigade is growing ... I've been fielding concerned messages suggesting I may have regrets in the future for oversharing now ... So I will do my best to keep things light and breezy for a while. No more woe-is-me drama. Well, not much. Well, way less ... Erm, I'll... Continue Reading →
It's Oscars 2014 and my favourite part of the night is checking out all the candid pics the celebs take themselves - so I've declared my coverage selfie central ... I'll be adding to the blog throughout the day/night (breaking over lunch for a Tupperware party ... as you do in the suburbs). >> Ellen... Continue Reading →
Sundays no longer rock my world either. My house is empty. My kids are gone. They're off having fun with their dad somewhere. Without me. I should use the time productively - clean the house, take up a hobby. But instead I drift around with a tight knot of sadness in my chest. I'm not... Continue Reading →
I've started a few new traditions since Husband left. The first is dinner out with the kids every Tuesday after their swimming lessons. The second is they cook dinner once a week instead of me. I got the idea from a neighbour who has been posting pics on Facebook of all the delicious creations her... Continue Reading →
The funny thing about being separated is that there's no-one to share the little stuff with ... like the job you've just applied for, the kid who told you that bizarre anecdote about her enemy's mum being in jail for selling Ice, the zombie "stick family" stickers you spotted on a car, whether the new... Continue Reading →
Hot damn it never slows down in celebrity land. And this week it's all about over-sharing (which I can't really diss ... pot ... kettle ... black). From tweeting their baby's circumcision to posting videos of themselves half-naked in bed, here's what went down: >> Calvin Klein has launched a social media movement among celebrities,... Continue Reading →
Please don’t click on links that are publishing paparazzi pics of Milo. Here’s a personal pic instead. pic.twitter.com/wbJX7cchCd — Alyssa Milano (@Alyssa_Milano) February 17, 2014 There's a gathering storm in Hollywood and it's raining on the paparazzi's parade. I want to hide all their umbrellas ... are you with me? As the Seattle Post reports: Alyssa Milano... Continue Reading →
Have I ever told you the story about the boyfriend who sent me a bouquet with a card that said: "For a Piscean who doesn't like water ... some flowers to put in it"? It was an unexpectedly romantic gesture considering he'd recently discovered a jiffy bag filled with a rainbow assortment of condoms in... Continue Reading →
Weep for yourself, my man, You'll never be what is in your heart Weep Little Lion Man, You're not as brave as you were at the start Rate yourself and rake yourself, Take all the courage you have left Wasted on fixing all the problems That you made in your own head You know how... Continue Reading →
Yesterday was hard. I dropped the kids off to Husband for their first overnight stay. Driving them there, I wept silently behind my sunnies. My heart was heavy as I carried their pillows and toothbrushes and clothes and school bags up the stairs to their new second home. I stared at those naked walls and... Continue Reading →
