the end was just the beginning
Like pimples, you'd think I'd have grown out of celebrity crushes by now. But no, they're both lingering well past their use-by date. The Sprogs and I spent many hours and dollars over the weekend downloading Doctor Who episodes, specifically the Martha Jones era with David Tennant. I thought I'd gotten over David Tennant. I... Continue Reading →
It's prime barbecue season in the Land of Oz and what better way to celebrate our love of the grill than with this crazy collection of barbies, many of which are Aussie originals (of course!). This $164,000 gold-plated barbecue-grill was made by BeefEater Barbecues for the 2008 Sydney Home Show, for an estimated $60,000. Fancy! Doesn't this warm... Continue Reading →
How farking hot was it yesterday? Did you hide inside with air-con or swelter outdoors? I spent several hours under the corrugated iron roof of Central Station with the mentally ill, the homeless, the elderly travellers, the denim-shorted-with-their-butt-cheeks-dangling Big Day Out attendees and a few dozen anxious parents wondering where the bloody hell their children -... Continue Reading →
There's this clever little trick my subconcious plays when I pork up. It doesn't announce none of your clothes fit you Alana, you're getting fat ... no, it simply decides everything in my wardrobe is terribly unfashionable. Short skirts are so last year, no-one wears fitted tops any more and it's way too hot for... Continue Reading →
My bunny wants to have sex with me. More accurately, he wants to have sex with my feet. He wants to screw my husband's feet even harder. They must smell more desirable. It's quite exhausting, having this black, furry thing constantly twirling around your legs, nipping you seductively. We both spend a lot of time... Continue Reading →
It's one of those mornings where I sit in front of the computer all panicked, thinking what the fark do I blog about today? cause absolutely nuthin' happened yesterday. All I did was unpack our glassware - after four years in the attic - and wash the cockroach poop out of it. Nuh, not even... Continue Reading →
We survived our Hogwarts moment at Central Station yesterday - forlornly watching Sprog 1 wheel her luggage off into the distance as she headed to camp. She looked so small, yet so purposeful. Not a tear, not a backward glance. I hope she'll be OK. It was a bit disconcerting when one of the perky... Continue Reading →
Shite! I'm putting Sprog 1 on a train to camp this morning at 7.45am - very Hogwarts - and I haven't finished labelling her clothes or coming to terms with her soon-to-be-week-long absence. I'm also doing a day of honest - paid - work in the city. Back on the horse! So I'm stressed ...... Continue Reading →
I am my own worst enemy. My internal dialogue sucks. It tells me I'm a terrible mother, a terrible wife, a terrible friend. It taunts me for being fat, fired and 45. I went to a party last night and met a woman who knew me by reputation. That reputation wasn't for being a terrible... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I wish I had an "off" switch. I only seem to go at one speed and it's frenetic. Life often feels like a boot camp, but without the health benefits. Husband got home last night at 8.45pm - just after me and the Sprogs - and asked what we'd done that day. Here's what... Continue Reading →
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