I didn't know Hug/Kiss A Ginger Day existed when I wrote a blog about it last year. I just thought it was a cool title. Barely a day goes by when someone doesn't Google "Hug A Ginger Day" and come to my blog, so there are obviously a few redheads out there needing some love. The... Continue Reading →

It's funny to spend months admiring someone from afar then find yourself being toasted by them in a bar with prosecco. Good funny. In my search for fabulous Aussie bloggers I stumbled across Kerri Sackville's hilarious writing at Life & Other Crises, many moons ago. She's one of the funniest women blogging in Oz, I reckon.... Continue Reading →

I cried a lot last night. It started in the Sydney Opera House lobby over a glass of Chandon. I was trying to tell Husband about a heartbreaking story I'd read in the Sunday papers. It was an extract from a book by a woman with motor neurone disease, who went wedding dress shopping with... Continue Reading →

My week has been more ridiculous than Lady Gaga's gold-plated wheelchair. Here's what went down ... I reminisced about a rather colourful conversation about murder that I overheard on a jail visit in a post called "Mammoths Murder & Fuzzy Bedsocks". My mum called me this morning to tell me it was HILARIOUS. OK, she's... Continue Reading →

I'm 45 today. Forty farking five. Tomorrow I will be officially closer to 50 than 40. There's a cheery bit of news. To celebrate turning 45 I'm attending Sprog 2's first netball training session and sausage sizzle. OK, that's downplaying the day slightly - at 6pm the babysitter is arriving and Husband and I are... Continue Reading →

Let me just say right up front that I can't afford this place ... bidding is from $2.4million ... but ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh AHHHHHHHH .... it's property porn with a tickler. I mean, look at it - just LOOK at it. It's bloody beautiful. The agent says: "Occupying 1,571sqm parcel of useable, north facing land on... Continue Reading →

AKA the day I wished my office had a panic room so I could lock myself in it and scream like I did when I was at Split Enz concerts as a teenager ... Confession time: I have fancied Neil Finn for 32 years. I am very loyal with my crushes. You give me goosebumps... Continue Reading →

I've had a black dog chasing me this week. My newly found twin has resigned from ivillage and I'm SAD. Well, I'm happy for her because she'll get to spend more time with her family, but I'm going to miss her. I felt like having a good, long therapeutic cry about it yesterday, without having... Continue Reading →

Working for a parenting website means I get to constantly relive all those bad/good pregnancy moments and the toddler wrangling years, find support during tween hell ... and freak out about what lies ahead in the teen twilight zone. Deep breaths, Alana, deep breaths. In my travels, I stumbled across a story on ivillage yesterday... Continue Reading →