the end was just the beginning
Something amazing happened to nightlife in Newcastle when I wasn't looking - it got REALLY cool. No more dancing to Melissa's "Do to me what your eyes say you wanna do ..." at the Crazy Horse or peeling your shoes off the sticky, beer-soaked carpet at Fannys ... I have no idea why you'd bother... Continue Reading →
I decided you were all dirty buggers when yesterday's blog post - "Let's Talk About Sex" - started going off. I'm talking crazy clicks. Ah, I thought, so that's the secret. Just put "sex" in the title each day and my numbers will go through the roof, HouseGoesHome will be a runaway success and I'll... Continue Reading →
I went bar hopping in Newcastle last night. It was exactly the sort of bulk fun I needed after a crappy week in the trenches. We started early - 4.30pm - so we could soak up the afternoon rays at our first port of call. Five bars later ... My head is a bit hurty... Continue Reading →
It's official: I miss the kids terribly and can't wait to see them in a few hours. It's been eight loooooong days since I last cuddled them. Also official: organising dog sitting is a big, fat pain. My advice: never get a dog as revenge on your duplicitous husband. (He didn't want a dog, so... Continue Reading →
So, there's this blog idea floating around: three things I like about me. Miss Cackle wrote a confronting version that included these moving sentences: "I’ve never liked her, the girl in the mirror. I’ve never much liked the girl inside that skin, either. Whether it’s innate or society telling me I should never tell myself I’m... Continue Reading →
Ex-Husband called me from a pay phone yesterday to confess he's left the country on a "mini-break." Well ... I'm guessing he's left the country because of the pay phone and the fact he informed me later in the conversation he could only be reached via text or email. And you can guess the identity... Continue Reading →
It's been a weird weekend. The reality of not having the kids around for most of the school holidays has hit home. It's made my mood swing around a bit. Well, to be honest, it's not just because the kids are gone. But I've been relying on them to keep my new life centered. When... Continue Reading →
I was supposed to scrub the bathroom yesterday - my first foray into cleaning for oooooh about a decade, geez it's a tough life being a single mum who can no longer afford a cleaner - but I got sucked into the vortex that is RSVP instead. Things got particularly interesting just after lunch when a... Continue Reading →
A male friend has been badgering me to join RSVP. He reckons I'm "ready" and messaged me yesterday saying: "looking forward to hearing some progress from you on your to-do list." Top of his to-do list: create a RSVP profile. I'm not sure that I am ready to go on RSVP. But I've signed up... Continue Reading →
I spend a lot of time trawling the internet every day, looking for inspiration for "travel fluff" stories for escape.com.au. And yesterday I stumbled across something I just have to share with you. Back in 2011, a Japanese artist collaborative known as Kingyobu started turning Osaka’s old, obselete phone booths into giant goldfish aquariums. How awesome... Continue Reading →
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