"For years there had been lead in my belly: the worry of a poorly child, the stress of a sleepless newborn, the sadness of falling out of love with my husband. I felt like I’d emerged from a cocoon. A rush of peace and possibility washed over me and there was a sudden excitement at... Continue Reading →
I can’t afford this
Blardy hell parenting teens is expensive. The youngest cost me $70 yesterday - after my NIB rebate - for the latest round of physio on her foot. The good news: she can probably start training again later this week. Now the swelling has gone down it appears to be a sprain rather than ligament damage.... Continue Reading →
There’s been an incident
We've had a bit of a scare. The youngest was injured at skipping training on Thursday night. She stumbled over her team mate's foot, rolling her ankle and damaging the ligament that holds the two bones together. Not wanting to let everyone down, she continued to do two practice runs of Team Teal's three-person double... Continue Reading →
I wouldn’t change a thing
DD had a few issues with yesterday's blog post about Anthony LaPaglia marrying a woman 30 years younger than him. He felt I was too one sided and didn't acknowledge that the young women who marry the oldet men are complicit. "It's not just the MEN," he wrote as we waged a bit of text... Continue Reading →
Feeling sorry for the ex
I haven’t given much thought to Anthony La Paglia since he yelled and yelled at me when I was editor of Woman’s Day. But he was top of mind yesterday when my sister texted to let me know he'd married his 29-year-old girlfriend Alexandra. Anthony is 59. I did some Googling and discovered the pair have... Continue Reading →
That was quick
I was steeling myself for a night of abstinence - from food, wine and fun - as I drove to pick the kids up from art class/skipping last night. I'd been so good all day. Well, my co-worker Michelle convinced me to have one of the little Malaysian cheese and pineapple tarts she'd baked. I... Continue Reading →
Trying to be good
Confession: I really didn’t like how I looked in the photos at Megz's birthday party on Saturday night. I was so ... ample. Some serious filtering and cropping took place before there was a pic I was prepared to publish. It seems the green-eyed maven I see in the mirror doesn't translate to the digital... Continue Reading →
Getting back together
A long, long time ago, waaaaaaaaaay back when I was a weird kid with a spiral perm and braces on my teeth AND my jeans, I hung out with three mates called Trace, Megz and Mon. Megz had her "40+ Postage & Handling Birthday" party (she's in denial about the big 5-0) on Saturday night, and... Continue Reading →
That was the sweetest thing
The eldest handed me a memory stick last night, filled with photos from my 50th birthday party. A uni student was tasked with taking the official shots on the night, but I asked the eldest use the Canon camera they got for Christmas to capture the atmosphere on the night. Like my ex, the eldest... Continue Reading →
People can change
A woman was strumming a guitar and crooning "I can't help falling in love with you" as I walked through my local mall yesterday. Some schoolboys wandered past and started singing along. My local mall isn't beautiful, but it was at that moment. And I started singing too. I was heading to Lowe's to return... Continue Reading →
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