the end was just the beginning
There was an unexpected budget blow-out in the Household yesterday. I spent a whopping $328 on groceries (ditching carbs isn't cheap, there's a reason students survive on 2-minute noodles and baked beans on toast), bought two XL tops on sale at Witchery (to go with my XL jeans from Kmart) and purchased a few tubs... Continue Reading →
I've returned from a blissful sojourn in Newcastle. I saw many wonderful things. Gorgeous beaches, funky bars, delicious produce, lovely friends ... But my most-visited destination was Kmart Waratah, which isn't the least bit gorgeous, funky, delicious or lovely. That didn't stop me flicking the indicator downwards and turned left off Turton Road multiple times,... Continue Reading →
I got all giddy yesterday. No, it wasn't premature menopause. Or actual menopause (the latter being a more likely scenario). It was flashbacks or déjà vu or something retro and stomach spinny like that. I returned to the wine bar where I (illegally) spent every Saturday night during my teens: The Gunfighters Rest, in Hunter... Continue Reading →
There are certain items you can post to prisoners. Undies. Bottle green shorts. Books. No nail files. My friend in jail asked if I could send her some summer pyjamas. I checked what was "allowed" with a prison guard. She told me they had to be cotton with 3/4 length pants and a patterned t-shirt... Continue Reading →
Sprog 2 is so-so on any soups that aren't potato. A couple of slurps and she's "full". Although, there's a special part of her stomach that's still able to squeeze in 50 slices of bread. Not the most nutritious meal. So I decided to trick her last weekend by hiding lots of "yuk" veggies in... Continue Reading →
I'm staying at my parent's house for four nights with the Sprogs. This is stressful for someone with anxiety problems because my parents' house is very, very tidy and myself and the Sprogs are not. I find myself uttering unfamiliar phrases such as "Dad, where's the dust-buster?" when the Sprogs scatter bits of shell and... Continue Reading →
There has been another mishap in the Household. Sprog 1 again, of course. We were visiting friends when a gaggle of kids came scrambling up the back steps, gasping that Sprog 1 had done an accidental back flip out of the trampoline (zip on the net left open, duh) and landed head first on a... Continue Reading →
This is a blog about my pimples. Sexy, no? I wrote it while on holidays in Barcelona on September 27 last year. Oddly enough I currently have a matching one, in exactly the same part of my forehead. Except this September 27 I'm staying at my parents' house in Newcastle. Grotesquely massive pimples in foreign... Continue Reading →
A year ago today, the Household did something very, very silly. We went to a fireworks parade in Barcelona. It was exhilarating and terrifying in equal measures. To celebrate its anniversary we're doing something similarly nuts - going swimming at Maroubra. (After going to something that Husband informed me at 5.30am he bought on a... Continue Reading →
It was even higher anxiety than usual in the Household last night as I signed my life away for the next six months to a JOB. Only part-time, only a maternity leave cover, but still ... It felt like a BIG decision. A dear friend contacted me a few weeks ago and asked if I'd... Continue Reading →
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