This week was MAD. Up and down and sideways crazy. I kicked it off with horrific PMT - bleakly outlined in Escapee Prawns, Girl Crushes & Dodgy Pelvic Floors with a violent sequel called PMT Doesn't Exist? Eff That! I laughed myself silly at a Sunday newspaper article suggesting it was a good idea to choose your... Continue Reading →

Friday morning was a bit crazy in the Household. We were frantically packing for an exciting trip - heading straight from the school gates to the Newcastle Show to spend the night twirling on unlimited rides, eating fairy floss and buying showbags with their cousins. And then the rain came pelting down and the outing... Continue Reading →

No, that's a total lie. I intend to boast lavishly ... I am visiting here for a wedding in April. The exact address is Wide Awake Park, Hollywood, South Carolina. How romantic does that sound? The happy couple have invited us "to join them on the banks of the Stono River as they vow to each... Continue Reading →

I thought Husband was going to bump me off last night. He crept in to our darkened bedroom wearing rubber gloves, carrying a bucket, trowel, torch, paper towel, disinfectant and a garbage bag. But then he whispered that the rat trap had gone off in the attic. I'd been wondering what that funky smell was... Continue Reading →

You'd think at almost-45 there would be less questions, but there seem to be more. Like ... Why I found myself standing at a bus stop at 9.30pm last night for 40 minutes while buses to every other far-flung suburb of Sydney pulled up but mine. Why I had to pay to get my car... Continue Reading →

There's something I've been dwelling on for months and it's finally bubbled to the surface in a frothing, hormone-fuelled rage. Back in December, researchers at the University of Toronto published findings in Gender Medicine magazine saying PMT didn't exist. The (largely female!) team, led by Dr Sarah Romans, examined 47 studies from between 1971 and... Continue Reading →

Just a quickie - I have been going hammer and tongs at Oscar gossiping and it's only left me with a few spare minutes before the kids wake, chooks demand to be let out and the bunny starts rattling his cage. So ... they took my car away. It's very traumatic. Husband booked it for... Continue Reading →

I was a little bleak yesterday - hormones - so deciding what to blog about today was tricky because I was completely not in the mood. The thing I most wanted to download was my terror about getting old. An old woman in crimpoline pants and a polyester floral shirt shuffled past me in the... Continue Reading →

You know how I'm obsessed with the idea of building an indoor beach as one of my mad business ideas? (No? Then click here for a refresher.) Well some clever Germans have beaten me to it. I was footling around on smh.com.au when I saw this story about Germany's Indoor Tropical Island. The SMH says:... Continue Reading →