the end was just the beginning
Never one to do anything by half measures, this week has been another cracker in the stress stakes and I'm bloody knackered. There's the new job, which I'm loving. There's my old house, which I'm frantically clearing out after selling. There's this new house that I'm trying to buy and was supposed to exchange contracts... Continue Reading →
Last night the "new" tribe gathered to celebrate my Dad's 74th birthday. It was fun having so many lively faces around the table. My sister's partner brought his daughters and all the kids got along like a house on fire. I made my usual crowd-pleaser: slow-roasted lamb and salty roast potatoes. I copped out and... Continue Reading →
My new job rocks. My escape.com.au workmates are really nice, I get to write about celebrities and travel every day, heaps of my friends work in the same building and when you press "42" on the drink dispensing machine a can of Diet Coke comes out. There's the meaning of life for you. It's also... Continue Reading →
How can there possibly be 7 things people might not know about me? I tell everyone EVERYTHING. I am the ultimate over-sharer. Unfortunately for those who read the blog, you only get the edited version. Meet me for a drink and I'll curl your toenails or at least make your face hurt from laughing at... Continue Reading →
At 46, you'd think the baby talk would be over for me. But no, it's clutching at my heartstrings again. I don't want another one. Please let me not introduce that additional terror into my life. Knowing my luck it would probably be twins as my shrivelled ovaries gave it one last shot. But things... Continue Reading →
So I'm on this thing called The Divorce Diet. It's awesome. No counting calories, no starving yourself. All you do is get dumped by your partner of 23 years. And, voila, you lose 10kg in four months. OK, there might have been less food in the first few months, but I didn't notice because I... Continue Reading →
I figure, since I'm working again, it's time to crack out the old weekly round-ups. But first, how cool is this old pic I discovered in the attic of me with two of my two pregnant workmates during my Woman's Day tenure (ah, remember the olden days when everyone wore watches)? Last week was a... Continue Reading →
While part of me is excited by the whole dating thing, I'm dreading it too. The last time I dated was in 1992. I'm so much older, wiser and saggier now. Actually, I'm not wiser at all when there's bubbly involved. I'm just older and saggier ... and really pissed off that Husband waited until I... Continue Reading →
The horror attic clean-out has begun. Husband started the job while I was transporting the chooks to Port Stephens. He sent me a photograph of a little gem that he unearthed: the youngest's first report card, from her New York Montessori school days. The message he attached said: "Recognise this little girl? I do." The... Continue Reading →
Confession: I might have been a teensy bit weepy last night. OK, my mum and sister - who fielded phone calls from me as I trailed the frigid streets of Sydney's CBD to my bus stop - would regard that as a slight understatement. There was something unexpectedly confronting about finishing my first day at... Continue Reading →
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