the end was just the beginning
I'm feeling a little out of order. Too much to process. So I'm sending you back in time to a post I called "Dark Clouds". It scares me a little to read it and realise I pushed the publish button. It's a little confronting even for me, and it's MY head. I'm not sure I'm... Continue Reading →
I went out for sushi, wine and Behind The Candelabra with my sister on Sunday night. She called me yesterday to say my bad luck had rubbed off on her - a car ran a stop sign and plowed into her. How sucky is that? Fortunately only her radiator was hurt ... oh, and extensive... Continue Reading →
I almost cried as I dabbed soothing gel on the hundreds of chicken pox covering my seven-year-old's body over the weekend. How much can one little person's skin take? When she was two, the youngest developed the most bizarre, angry-looking rash. The doctor informed me there were actually two problems at play - eczema AND... Continue Reading →
Just when I thought I'd had all the possible bad luck ... a little more came along. Last Sunday I wrote a blog called "Don't let the turkeys get you down". It was about how they DID get me down (and OUT for the next few months). While trying to restore order in our backyard... Continue Reading →
I've brought this on myself. What was I THINKING writing a blog post called "Bad Things Come In Fours" and pondering what the next two bits of bad luck would be that would bring me up to six? Husband texted yesterday afternoon to inform me that the youngest has chicken pox and is quarantined for... Continue Reading →
OK, so Husband had an operation that put him out of action for 10 days last month. Then the bunny ate all our electrical appliances (Husband discovered a belated fatality yesterday - the oil heater in the youngest's room.) Then Husband's grandfather died and we motored out to Forbes for the terribly sad funeral. Then... Continue Reading →
>> You put your back out doing gardening. >> When you go to the physio to have it fixed she presumes: "So, you have adult children?" >> You have to wear a girdle every day to keep your pelvis together after your gardening accident. >> Even before your gardening accident, your body was aching when... Continue Reading →
I let the turkeys get me down. And boy did it hurt. We have this 25m x 5m concrete strip along our back fence and a family of bush turkeys have decided it's the perfect spot for a nest. Now that might not be such a problem in a leafy, rambling backyard, but on concrete... Continue Reading →
Bush turkey-related injury. Will advise when the endone wears off. Might see the humour in it then.
Because I wrote the words below two whole years ago and they're still ME TO A TEE. And worry Husband is over my weirdly wired brain, the way he's over my destructive secondary pets and their new entourage of brush turkeys. Can people change at 45? Can they? Or are they stuck with their idiosyncracies... Continue Reading →
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