the end was just the beginning
What would you do if a comment came up in your Facebook newsfeed saying: "Just realised I named my daughter Mia xxxxxx. Is 2 too old to change a name?” (The "xxxxxx" is because I'm living in fear of a posse of suburban mums ... but it's something to do with streetwalker.) If you're not a... Continue Reading →
“Sister. She is your mirror, shining back at you with a world of possibilities. She is your witness, who sees you at your worst and best, and loves you anyway. She is your partner in crime, your midnight companion, someone who knows when you are smiling, even in the dark. She is your teacher, your... Continue Reading →
Neville. It shouldn't bother me, but it does. I know, I know, there's nothing wrong with being called Neville. NSW had a perfectly respectable premier called Neville. And Neville Longbottom turned out to be quite the hero in Harry Potter. The reason I'm seeing Neville because I'm crap at peeling onions. OK ... I'm sounding... Continue Reading →
Sloths are having a bit of a moment right now. And this is why ... 1. Kristen Bell loves them So they must be good, because she's awesome. Last year she revealed that she's been obsessed with them for years, so her now-husband Dax Shepherd arranged for her to meet one for her 31st birthday... Continue Reading →
Oh how I yearn for some peace from my own thoughts ... I keep kidding myself that I'll be all zen and relaxed when I stop working ... but then I read this - a blog I wrote two years ago while unemployed which documented just a fraction of the madness, called Brain Jam. Here's... Continue Reading →
Between that nasty Nigella business and the whole Miranda Kerr/James Packer dating revelation I'm a bit shell shocked today. Miranda reunites with Orlando Amid reports that Miranda Kerr is dating James Packer (JAMES PACKER!!!) the supermodel has flown to New York to visit her ex Orlando Bloom (hmmmm ... damage control?). Staying mum about the... Continue Reading →
Well, nothing can really top announcing my resignation last Sunday ... But, in other anti-climactic news: >> I raved about seeing Doctor Who in 3D, then holding a Who-themed party for my daughter's 10th birthday in Who's the party queen WHO, WHO? (I still can't quite get my head around that Peter fellow playing the... Continue Reading →
I always thought the French attitude to dogs - poodles perched with their owners in bars, for example - was a bit whacked. Until I got my moodle. Now I think it's bloody brilliant. Because I want to take Charlie everywhere. On Wednesdays Husband is usually mooching around the house, grudgingly cleaning up the "turdlets".... Continue Reading →
Today is pretty momentous for me - it's the one-year anniversary of when I got sacked for writing a blog called "Betrayal Hurts". My stomach still flip-flops when I think about how awful that day was. It started with me in a frothing fury because a former prisoner had spun a web of lies about... Continue Reading →
I'm a little belated with this but it took me a while to recover ... Sunday, November 24 was all sorts of alien awesome in the Household. The eldest's 10th birthday coincided with the 50th anniversary of Doctor Who and it was brilliant! Possibly not entirely well thought out, but brilliant. For example, I really... Continue Reading →
