the end was just the beginning
Revenge is a dish best served cold, whatever that means. According to The Urban Dictionary it's an old saying from the Mafiosi in Sicily: "The best payback is the one that comes with planning, and that brings the most horrendous pain to your enemies when they are not expecting and are just enjoying the fruits of... Continue Reading →
Many moons ago, Husband and I went on wine-tasting holidays. One memorable trip we visited the Barossa Valley, Eden Valley, Maclaren Vale, Coonawarra and Rutherglen, jamming 10 cases of wine into the boot of my Mazda 121 along the way. Ah, those were the halcyon, carefree, pre-children days. We've tried taking the Sprogs along on... Continue Reading →
"I've been contemplating suicide, But it really doesn't suit my style. So I think I'll just act bored instead, And contain the blood I would've shed. " So warbled Nick Cave in Shivers ... Contemplating suicide doesn't really suit my style either, but instead of acting bored I've spent the past week pondering "what next?".... Continue Reading →
There were tears yesterday. I couldn't take it anymore. An emotional week and then day spent baking in 37 degree heat (literally and figuratively) for Sprog 2's birthday party got the better of me. When the fondant started sliding off the cake ... Not pretty. So you'll have to make do with this reblog from... Continue Reading →
* Lindsay Lohan was arrested and charged with third-degree assault in New York after an alleged altercation with a woman in a nightclub. She was also charged with lying to police about who was driving her car when it was involved in an accident six months ago. She's in whole mess of trouble. As usual.... Continue Reading →
Sprog 1's Mad Scientist bash starts 11am tomorrow and Husband has been AWOL since Tuesday for work. Today's shaping up to be a frenzy of party prep - in 40 degree heat, eeek - I'm working on mad food: white chocolate crackle "sushi", blue fizzy, cakes in the shape of sandwiches, party pies with olive "bugs"... Continue Reading →
"What's done is done." William Shakespeare “Every second that you live you are never going to get back. You are never going to get to change what you said, didn’t say, did, or didn’t do. Live how you want to live. Act how you want to be remembered, because you never know how long or... Continue Reading →
Rage isn't the smartest of emotions. It stops you thinking straight. All sense of reason and fear of consequences go out the window. You just want someone to hurt for what they've done. And hurt bad. Take road rage. There's something about getting behind a wheel that turns humans into animals at the slightest provocation.... Continue Reading →
Sorry, no blog today. I'm too bleak. Not even my new red shoes are turning my frown upside down. I briefly considered republishing my blog from November 28 last year - which was promisingly called The Shame File - but it turned out to be about baby vomit and dieting, so I gave it a... Continue Reading →
Betrayal hurts. Especially when it's by someone you thought was a friend. Having a confidante expose your secrets for money is a pretty low blow. I saw the cover of Woman's Day yesterday and it made me want to cry. The story about Kathleen Folbigg made me angry on so many levels, it's hard to know where to... Continue Reading →
