the end was just the beginning
Fortunately most of my Christmas shopping was done before I got sacked. Unfortunately I put it all on our credit card in anticipation of fortnightly pay checks ... The only gift that hasn't been bought is one for me from Husband. I told him it really wasn't necessary because I wasn't making any effort with him... Continue Reading →
It was Sprog 2's class party today and I had the best intentions. I'd already made little piggy cupcakes for Sprog 1's party, so a precedent had been set. I've been experimenting with chook cupcakes - the pic is a bit rough, but I think they show potential. But then I went out last night for... Continue Reading →
In the light of the moon, a little hare sat alone in a pet shop. One Thursday afternoon two little girls visited the pet shop and - pop - out came the tiny and very hungry hare into their arms. He started to look for some food. On Monday he nibbled their daddy's belt. But... Continue Reading →
This recipe is dead easy and soooooo delicious. Just toss all the meatball ingredients together, roll them into balls, chuck 'em in a baking dish and pour two jars of passata over. Guaranteed kid heaven. For my gluten-free readers, try crumbing gluten-free bread, or I reckon they'd go fine skipping the bread all together. Let... Continue Reading →
I think I need a new mantra. My old one isn't working for me anymore. Most achievements in my life have been spurred on by an "I'll show you!" attitude. It's been pretty effective in the past, but it's feeling a bit meaningless right now. When I was a teenager, my parents and The Newcastle... Continue Reading →
It's Sprog 1's class Christmas party today and she needed to take a plate. I had loads of pink marshmallows left over from her birthday - I only used the white ones to make her candy sushi - so we sat down together last night and decorated mini cupcakes as little pigs. They're smaller versions... Continue Reading →
A friend emailed me over the weekend, offering consolation for recent harrowing events in my life. Then he told me the most bizarre story. He's living in Amsterdam, so he prefaced it by saying: "No, I've not been to a coffee shop." (Unlike Chris Brown, above, who's spent far too much time in Amsterdam's famous... Continue Reading →
I scattered my grandparents' ashes yesterday. I've never scattered someone's ashes before. I wasn't entirely sure how it was done. All I knew was to check which way the wind was blowing to avoid getting a face full ... Husband wondered if there should be speeches. My mother contemplated sneaking into their old backyard and... Continue Reading →
Ever been pegged as much older than you really are? Last month, Mrs Woog blogged about being mistaken for her sister's mother while shopping in Target. It was very funny. Well, the way she told it was funny, I don't think it was a barrel when it happened. This time last year, something similarly ego-crushing... Continue Reading →
Gossip is my hobby, a bit like stamp collecting or bird watching. Instead of hyperventilating over latest Cayman Islands Christmas collection or kingfisher sighting, I get excited about juicy Hollywood tidbits. It's a hangover from editing Woman's Day for six years. Oh, what am I talking about - I've always been a gossip junkie. Terribly... Continue Reading →
