the end was just the beginning
And not because it's Clitoris Awareness Week. Truly, it is. Clitoraid, a Las Vegas-based group devoted to helping victims of female genital mutilation around the world, has organised it to celebrate the female body part. Actually, especially not because it's Clitoris Awareness Week. The whole point of Clitoris Awareness Week is to make women NOT feel dirty... Continue Reading →
I had no idea half the world was walking around high every day until I became addicted to caffeinated beverages. I should have had some indication that something funny was going on when I watched my sister's agitation increase in the mornings until she got her coffee fix. But no, I'd just roll my eyes... Continue Reading →
They say time heals all wounds. So how come it hurts that I forgot my grandmother's birthday yesterday. My mum had to text and remind me. My Nan passed away in 2010. Whenever something big or exciting or annoying or unpleasant happens in my life, I still reach for the phone to call her. Her... Continue Reading →
I had a cup of tea with another mum yesterday before school pick-up. She confessed to feeling guilty about going to a yoga class. Because stay-at-home mothers should always be doing selfless, stay-at-home mother stuff like cleaning the house or prepping dinner or devising mind-enriching activities for their children. Not engaging in something frivolous like... Continue Reading →
I went for a walk this morning. I haven't been on a dawn walk FOREVER. My mornings got hijacked by HouseGoesHollywood. But my new boss has put her foot down. For the sake of my sanity she's banned me from gossiping before breakfast. She insists I get some fresh fresh air instead. There's no time in... Continue Reading →
Who was I on my wedding day? I was hopelessly naive. Not about the wedding night or catering costs or anything. No surprises there. But when it came to transport, I was a wide-eyed innocent. No, scrap that. I was a tight-arse fool. I didn’t organise transportation to my own wedding. On purpose. To save money. We lived in East Sydney,... Continue Reading →
After a bizarrely sultry weekend at the beach - so totally unlike me to go for a splash, see Beached Wail for details - I headed back to the office on Monday after two weeks away, totally transformed. I was a Zen Mama! Husband has been rather scathing about my zen demeanor. He's convinced it won't... Continue Reading →
I ran out of time to blog today, so I'm posting a video of a sleeping bunny instead ... it was a toss up between it and the sloth cuddling the cat. Ah, what the hell, here's both ... Don't say I never do anything for you. Happy Friday!
Welcome to post 1001 from HouseGoesHome (then goes back to work)! I should have been celebrating with the last one, but my 1000th post was a gossip blather. Didn't seem quite right. 1001 posts - can you believe it? Probably, going on the clutter I've created in your inbox, Facebook feed etc. Ah well- woo!... Continue Reading →
I've been regaling the (bored) Sprogs with tales of Mummy and Daddy's adventures abroad and reminding them that they once knew the "Badger" guests at the wedding we attended in Charleston. The groom, in particular, had the happy task of babysitting the Sprogs one day - when they were 2 and 4 - while I... Continue Reading →
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