I'm a bit obsessive ... about everything ... but particularly about trying to be a good person. It tortures me when I think I've fallen down in that regard. And I'm pretty sure I've failed over the past few days. Surged of white hot rage keep blasting out of me. I'm usually much better at... Continue Reading →
Getting some perspective
As I was leaving work last night I realised a rather monumental occasion had passed me by: the Academy Awards! The Oscars used to be so BIG for me, these days they mean very little. I was far more interested in helping DD choose carpet for his new place at my brother in law's flooring... Continue Reading →
I had to go
When it feels like I'm not keeping my head above water I get this overwhelming urge to go swimming. Ironic, huh? I may have misled you in past blog posts about what I mean by "swimming". I can't swim. My parents sent me for endless lessons as a kid and they just didn't stick. The... Continue Reading →
I underestimated him
I didn't feel like trekking across Sydney to see Robbie Williams in concert at the Qudos Arena. I was tired and frazzled and out of sorts. The kids' hectic new school schedules have been a bit of a jolt. I was even less keen when I got stuck in a traffic jam and it took... Continue Reading →
Thinking the worst
I woke up yesterday with a stiff finger. That sounds rude ... Sadly, it's the opposite - I'm terrified it's arthritis. It's my index finger on my right hand and it's sore and swollen around the middle joint. Can arthritis start in just one finger? Aside from it being very blah to have arthritis, it's... Continue Reading →
Like you’ve never been hurt
Stop waiting until you lose weight, until you gain weight, until you have kids, until your kids leave the house, until you start work, until you retire, until you get married, until you get divorced, until Friday night, until Sunday morning, until you get a new car or home, until your car or home is... Continue Reading →
She was there for me
When I first became a journalist my dream was to write about fashion. Not Chanel or Gucci or anything fancy like that. Fashion for real people. My favourite Aussie labels were Ojay and Time ... ring any bells among the middle-aged crowd? Instead, I became a cadet journalist at The Newcastle Herald, covering coward punches... Continue Reading →
Not what I had in mind
It's been more than three years and I still haven't spent a weekend at DD's place. Last weekend was supposed to finally be The One. But, of course, things didn't turn out the way I'd planned. They. Never. Do. My friend Megz took over my house for a few days while her super fish daughter... Continue Reading →
The milestones never stop
I'm finding myself oddly drawn to movies about old people. Especially ones where they're having fun. The latest one that's caught my eye is Finding Your Feet. Here's the trailer - I hadn't watched this one before, it's a bit gooby. But I'm still curious because the storyline kinda resonates. https://youtu.be/6-Cp6ba2Y0g Well, except I'm not... Continue Reading →
What does he want from me?
Tinder scares me. All that talk of swiping left or right and men only being on there for one thing and sending dick pics to prove it. I never thought I'd have to worry about that sort of thing on Instagram. It seemed so nice and innocuous and unrelated to dating. Don't worry, I haven't... Continue Reading →
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