the end was just the beginning
Husband convinced me to take the kids to see Vivid on Sunday night. I was leaning heavily on the stay-home-and-watch-tellie side of the fence, but he wore me down. I'm so glad he did. Sydneysiders take note, Vivid is pretty awesome. (The Vivid lowdown: Sydney will once again be transformed into a spectacular canvas of light,... Continue Reading →
Many, many, many moons ago I made friends with a girl named Jodie. She was my first-ever flatmate. We used to go nightclubbing every weekend together and she held my hand all night long while I sobbed over losing my first love. Fast-forward more than 20 years to her farewell at a pub in Newtown... Continue Reading →
Things got pretty heated in my office a few weeks ago when we started discussing who'd seen porn. Quite a few of us had not. The ones who HAD couldn't believe there were ones who HAD NOT. I was one of the had nots. I regard porn and horror movies as film genres I do... Continue Reading →
HouseGoesHome was an eclectic mix this week >> I kicked off with a video of a cat cuddling a rat. >> I discussed my failed attempt at facilitating bunny sex. >> I was traumatised by bunny neutering. >> I revealed my shame over this classroom incident involving my nine-year-old. >> Speaking of shame, I reblogged... Continue Reading →
Blogger Karen Alpert over at Baby Sideburns made me choke on my peppermint tea yesterday with her latest blog post: "Vag-ewelry. Yup, it's exactly what it sounds like." She announced: "A few weeks ago someone on this page asked me if I might share the jewelry she sells on etsy and at first I was like no... Continue Reading →
I've been threatening to write about the elephant in my pants for iVillage - it's even a post-it note on the ideas wall - forgetting I'd let the cat (or the proboscid) out of the bag a year ago on my blog. All male readers of HouseGoesHome should immediately stop reading and go and watch... Continue Reading →
So, a few weeks ago my eldest announced she had to give a speech about the history of her school. Right, I said, where are the instructions from your teacher? She told me here weren't any. I disputed her assertion heatedly. Everyone knows nine-year-olds can't be trusted to remember ANYTHING. There had to be instructions.... Continue Reading →
OK, so yesterday was pretty traumatic. I got the bunny neutered. The bunny almost had a nervous breakdown the moment the vet touched him during the preliminary examination. I was partially eviscerated while trying to prevent the bunny plunging to almost certain death from the examination table. (Well, that's a slight exaggeration, but my stomach... Continue Reading →
When I organized an assignation for my horny hare with two hot bunnies up the road I thought we'd be in (and out) like Flynn. Five minutes tops and job done. I mean I'd always taken the "at it like rabbits" phrase to mean bunnies were up for it - and doing it - at... Continue Reading →
And I didn't get time to type anything creative. I was too busy visiting jail (nothing to report other than some fascinating laxative-abuse-by-prisoners stories - and the ugly consequences - but first-thing Monday probably isn't the best time for them ...) then heading home to scoff lamb shanks and sav blanc and apple and rhubarb... Continue Reading →
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