the end was just the beginning
I looked out my kitchen window yesterday morning and was startled to see the youngest bouncing on the trampoline. At 6.30am. She's obsessed with getting her pedometer reading as high as possible every day during Steptember. It made me giggle. Two years ago, I'd have regaled my husband with the story when he finally struggled... Continue Reading →
Yesterday sucked a bit. Something crappy happened that sent me into a swoon of misery ... on R U OK Day ... ironically ... or should that be congruently? I was let down badly and it hurt. I did lots of exercise to try and offset the sucky nature of it, but it didn't really... Continue Reading →
Poor me! I'm lonely and broke. DD is in Asia on business for the better part of two weeks. Normally this would be a chance for me to catch up with my girlfriends, but it coincides with me being penniless. So I'm just sitting at home sending DD sulky text messages instead. I'm broke because... Continue Reading →
I spend far too much time worrying about whether I'm a "good" person. Such a waste of angst and energy. But I also think some people don't worry enough about whether their behaviour is "good" or "bad." They get too caught up in their misguided sense of justice and I've-been-done-wrongness. The whole "do unto others... Continue Reading →
I'm admonished occasionally for being too frank and honest on the blog. People say stuff like: "Put it in a private diary, not on the internet!" And: "Think of your kids!" Or: "What if the kids read your blog one day?" I try to be mindful of that ... though, really, I reckon they'll find it... Continue Reading →
I was shocked yesterday by a Father's Day bombshell. NRL star Greg Inglis went public with his secret son, a five-year-old cutie called Riley. The little boy is the result of a brief affair Greg had with his high school sweetheart, while he was on a break from his now-wife, Sally Robinson. Sally and Greg... Continue Reading →
How's your Father's Day going? I'm a little late blogging because my Father's Day has (inevitably) been a bit out-of-the-ordinary. Normally I'd be on our way to lunch with my Dad on my sister's gorgeous back deck, but my mum had a knee replacement on Thursday and she's still in hospital, morphined up to the... Continue Reading →
I've spent most of my adult life dreaming about starting my own business. (My childhood was spent dreaming I was from a planet called Andromeda.) My first MAD idea was to open a B&B. At one point I even dragged my ex-husband along to a weekend-long seminar on how to do it. He wasn't convinced.... Continue Reading →
People got really annoyed earlier this week when I wrote a story about Harry Potter's son starting at Hogwarts on September 1, 2015. They were all WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE HAD A SON? WHO WITH? DAMN YOU, I WAS ONLY UP TO THE FOURTH MOVIE ... Their reactions also provoked lots of horrified responses, like: "Oh... Continue Reading →
Remember how my kids swore off sucrose after seeing That Sugar Film last week? Well, geez it's a pain. Though I couldn't help giggling when my ex sent me a message on Saturday saying he wasn't thanking the youngest's skipping instructor for showing it to her. She was insistent that he accommodate her new diet... Continue Reading →
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