the end was just the beginning
Imagine an indoor swimming pool with a sand beach ringed by palm trees, with banana lounges, Balinese huts, waiters in boardies, Girl From Ipanema on the sound system, a hunky lifeguard, and a beachy homewares store at the entrance Welcome to ZanziBar ... My fantasy kids' waterplay centre by day, kitschy bar by night. Mothers... Continue Reading →
I never let my kids sleep in my bed. I bought them queen-sized ones so that if they're sick Husband can sleep in theirs. But somehow I find myself at my parents' house, in their spare bedroom, in a double bed, with Sprog 2. The first night went OK because Mum gifted me a sleeping... Continue Reading →
I'm still vibrating for David Tennant and it's reminded me of a post I wrote called Shoot, Shag or Marry. Also, I am having a last hurrah holiday at my parents with the Sprogs before I go back to work (more about that after the press release ... don't you love a bit of suspense?).... Continue Reading →
There's nothing like going to a concert featuring an '80s pop star who's morphed into a bespectacled middle-aged folk singer with a slight paunch to make you feel your age. Some lovely friends of Husband's took us to the Famous Spiegeltent on Sunday night. The Spiegeltent is this gorgeous wooden tent with stained glass windows... Continue Reading →
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 →
