the end was just the beginning
I think the neighbours have gone on holidays. And they haven't asked me to collect their mail. Do you think it's because of this unfortunate incident (revealed in a blog called "I am so, so sorry" last January) ... "After dinner, everything fell apart. The neighbours knocked on the front door. They’d been away for... Continue Reading →
Yesterday's blog about laughing 'til it hurt while being squirted in the face with a water pistol got me thinking about stuff that gives me the giggles. 1. Other people's blogs. I laughed 'til I cried over Mrs Woog's "Tubing. A cheaper alternative to a micro-dermabrasion" . It was so funny I could barely get the... Continue Reading →
Geez I was shagged yesterday, verging on delirious. Too many nights without enough sleep. And a whole New Year's Day with the Sprogs stretched terrifyingly before me ... without a car ... Husband had driven it to work in anticipation of woeful public transport options. I must admit I relied rather heavily on the electronic... Continue Reading →
I wish I could be as staunchly Kardashian-free-zone as Lainey Gossip when it comes to the news that Kim Kardashian is up the duff to Kayne West, but I'm just not strong enough. Lainey blogged overnight: "As for 2013 - there may be pretenders, but there is only one Baby Wales. And, really, it’s the only Child Watch that... Continue Reading →
Vast swathes of my memory are lost to me. When people friend me on Facebook, I'm constantly asking old school mate: "Who is xxxx?" She'll rattle off extensive detail: "Little tiny girl - rooooly short ...", "he's an absolute sweety ..." that sort of thing. And I'll still be none the wiser. She's not the only... Continue Reading →
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys sent me a 2012 annual report for my blog this morning. I thought it was quite fun, so I'm sharing some of the highlights. It included fun facts such as ... In 2012, there were 618 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 768 posts. The busiest day of... Continue Reading →
I loved New Year's Eve when the clock striking midnight was an excuse to snog every bloke within coo-ee. Now, not so much. It's too crazy, too fraught with small children, too exhausting ... and spewing into a rosebush while staggering along a footpath trying to hail a cab is no longer my idea of... Continue Reading →
OK, it's a little belated, but I couldn't resist sharing some celebrity Twitter pics from the festive season. I'm thinking the New Year's Eve snaps won't be quite so wholesome, especially for Ms Rihanna here ... Rihanna tweeted: "Santa baby! Hurry down the chimney tonight! Is it too late to be nice?" Tori Spelling wrote: "Merry Christmas &... Continue Reading →
Every year or two, Husband's family go on holiday together. Eight kids and eight adults pack their Thules, pile into their cars and hit the road. Sometimes we drive to middle son's house in Melbourne, sometimes to the patriach's in Albury. There have been idyllic stays in townhouses in Port Douglas, a rambling country homestead outside... Continue Reading →
OK, maybe a few words. Silence isn't really my thing. Words just keep bubbling up, like the outdoor spa I've been luxuriating in every afternoon ... with a plastic goblet of Snow Road sparkling in hand. And this has been my view as I sip. Farewell Matcham Valley. I will miss you. In the words... Continue Reading →
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