the end was just the beginning
I've become a little fixated - no, really, me? - on Sprog 1's party bags. I want them to be a source of delight for their recipients. Since Sprog 1 is having a science experiment party, I'm hoping to create something that reflects the theme. So I've been Googling myself into a coma as I... Continue Reading →
I'm torn, should I get Sprog 1 a Roadkill Toy for Christmas (for a Roadkill history lesson click here)? I'm thinking about Smudge the Squirrel (my favourite is Grind the Rabbit, but that seems in poor taste since Mr Bunnykins joined the family). Does buying Sprog 1 a Smudge make me a bad mother? Does... Continue Reading →
Sprog 1 turns 9 today. I can't quite believe it. God help me, she's a tween. When she was born, she looked like this (enormous and cranky) ... And pretty much stayed that way for the next three months. I thought all babies wailed that much (until Sprog 2 came along and wailed much, much... Continue Reading →
Dear Katherine, I have a confession to make. I know Anglican priests (you go girl!) don't take confession, but I'm hoping you'll find it in your heart to provide absolution. There's something I've been too mortified to tell you. The SMS you sent yesterday shocked me to the core. The words were so innocent: "Sorry... Continue Reading →
Husband fixes all his technology problems with Google search. He was typing in "I want to see my Genius ..." something or other ... whatever that means ... I don't understand iTunes ... when he noticed a funny thing. The moment he got to "I want to see ..." the most popular search terms starting... Continue Reading →
Naturally, peace on earth and goodwill to all men tops my list of Christmas wishes but, while that's being sorted, there's some other stuff I'd quite fancy too. People reckon I'm hard to buy for. I can't understand why. There are soooooo many things I'd like. My Christmas lust list was ignited when I saw... Continue Reading →
It's school formal season in Sydney and it's sent me on a nostalgia trip about mine. But I'm struggling to remember who I was back then, let alone what I did. I know I was determined to be different. I wanted to make a statement with my outfit. I wanted to look HOT. I didn't... Continue Reading →
The desire to move house grows painful. The urge to search domain.com.au verges on pathological. There is no logic to it. No sense. No reason. A bit like some of the house ads I've come across in my electronic travels ... Like this funny little place in the suburb of my childhood ... The agent... Continue Reading →
Warning: E.T is a very distressing movie. In the playground yesterday, a school mum asked me what I was doing with the kids after school and I said: "Eating popcorn and watching E.T." She smiled and said: "How lovely, I wish we were doing something like that." It wasn't lovely, it was devastating. It's not... Continue Reading →
My god it's exhausting holding down a paying job and blogging three times a day. Every night, I type frantically while Husband reads Deltora Quest to the Sprogs, then I rise at 5.30am to continue tippety-tapping. As for coming up with ideas for blogs ... no bloody time for that. So I've decided to tell... Continue Reading →
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