the end was just the beginning
It's kinda ironic that my home town of Sydney spent Earth Day 2015 this week being battered by the elements. The Earth really wanted to make its displeasure know about how we're mistreating it! My little house survived the storms pretty well, a leak in the verandah flashing, a sagging tree in the backyard, but... Continue Reading →
It's a bit weird to be going to your first dance party on the totally wrong side of 40. I never had the slightest inclination to go to one in my youth. They involved stay up too late and there were too many drugs. Ewwwww. Yep, I was born a granny. But I've heard about... Continue Reading →
I had one of those what the hell will I blog? moments this morning and started trawling through my April back catalogue for inspiration ... It didn't make pretty reading. April 2014 was a bitter affair due to the freshness of my marriage separation. April 2013 is retrospectively coloured by knowing why travelling to the... Continue Reading →
I had a little tanty during a drink with a friend last night. I ranted that I was sick of being "good" and "doing the right thing" when so many other people get away with blue murder ... without any consequences. Whenever I tentatively dip my toe in the blue-murder waters I either panic and... Continue Reading →
There's something about being sick for 10 days that starts to get to down. The first couple of days are a bit Bugger, I feel like crap philosophical. Then you wake up on day 10, groan and think Seriously? How can I still be coughing? Sigh. So I can't say I've been a joy. But... Continue Reading →
I've done some crazy stuff in my time: dined with Kylie Minogue, nattered to a naked Alyssa Milano (oh, AND a kit-less Hugh Jackman), been hit on (kind of) by Portia De Rossi, straddled a dyke's bike in Mardi Gras, judged the Miss Nude Australia contest, spent an hour being screamed at by Anthony LaPaglia ... And... Continue Reading →
There's a new Dove ad that's gone viral. Have you seen it? It gives women two doors to walk through - one with a sign above it saying "average", the other with one that says "beautiful." Here it is ... It's supposed to send a powerful message about how women perceive themselves, but I'm not... Continue Reading →
Nothing quite brings the loneliness of a broken marriage into sharp relief like getting sick. I've been crook for the past six days in a variety of locations - work, my parents' house, restaurants, bars, cafes - and in the company of a variety of people - friends, family, in-laws, the kids ... It felt... Continue Reading →
There's no rest for the wicked ... Or virus-affected people forced to share narrow beds with their nine-year-old for three nights. Fortunately my mum gave me a sleep aid last night - unlike the previous evening - after establishing I hadn't been drinking (much). So me and my tortured throat escaped to the land of... Continue Reading →
I had lunch with three high school friends yesterday - Megan, Megz and Katherine. As we munched bruschetta we figured out we hadn't been in the same room since year 9. Together with another friend, Estelle - who I sadly lost touch with about a decade ago - we were the odd bod gang at... Continue Reading →
