the end was just the beginning
It feels like a dream. I can't believe it's finally happening. Almost 12 months after a response was expected from the government, Kathleen Folbigg is finally going to get her answer. The NSW Governor was supposed to decide what to do about a petition for a judicial review of her case in September last year.... Continue Reading →
I accidentally sent my 12-year-old a text message yesterday that said: "How you travelling, stud?" I stood there staring at my phone thinking "Oh, that's OK, that's OK, no biggie ... oh no, oh no, oh no!" The 12-year-old was at her dad's house at the time. The text message was meant for DD, who... Continue Reading →
So, my little renovation project kicks off in a few weeks and I'm starting to fret. Should I be doing this? Can I really afford this? Am I doing the right things? Am I doing the wrong things? Have I chosen badly? On the Can I really afford this? front, I've postponed the double-glazed front... Continue Reading →
DD has been on a fitness kick for about three months now. I'm very impressed by his dedication. He gets up at 5.30am and heads to 6am F45 classes, then sends me gorgeous sunrise shots. He goes on 20km bike rides and kayaking expeditions with his mates. He even came to pump with me the... Continue Reading →
The youngest was pretty stoked with how her life went yesterday - she couldn't wait to tell me all about it when I got home. She got her first 20 out of 20 in a spelling test, which she thought was awesome because spelling isn't her thing. But also kinda crap because it means she now... Continue Reading →
Nothing quirky or interesting happened in my life yesterday, it was bog standard. The highlight was scoffing leftover Mamak chicken curry that my boss bought everyone in the office the day before, with a round of fresh roti. Yep, that's as exciting as it got. Actually, free Mamak chicken curry and roti two days in... Continue Reading →
A gorgeous, successful Facebook friend shared a story on her newsfeed earlier this week called "Living with High-Functioning Anxiety." Reading it was a reminder that while there are unicorns in my daffodil paddock, there are still demons. In the article, Sarah Schuster writes: "High functioning anxiety sounds like: You’re not good enough. You’re a bad... Continue Reading →
My life was all unicorns and rainbows yesterday, I was skipping through fields of imaginary daffodils trilling "The hills are alive!" Life is sooooooo, sooooo lovely, I thought as I hummed my way through work, I am sooooo happy ... Then I took my eldest daughter to see Suicide Squad and my sweet dreams were... Continue Reading →
This will come as a shock to anyone who has met me recently, particularly DD, but I didn't talk much over the last decade. My verbal skills were at their poorest between 2007 and 2014. Especially around my husband, where I became virtually mute. We'd go out for dinner and I'd struggle to think of... Continue Reading →
Yesterday should have been about getting organised. For example, the house is slowly descending into darkness as the lightbulbs progressively fail. We ate ate dinner by candlelight on Saturday ... and not because I thought it would add to the ambience. I also need to find the courage to ask the neighbours if they'll consider... Continue Reading →
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