the end was just the beginning
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 →
Someone's getting a lot of action in the Household at the moment. And it's not me. Mr Frodo Bunnykins is IN DEMAND. It's hardly surprising - he's pretty damn cute. The shagging festival began while he was being bunnysitted the other weekend. I got a text message from the school mum who'd volunteered to look... Continue Reading →
My talented 12-year-old niece Phoebe is a champion knitter. After her sister's birthday party last weekend, she showed us the aliens she's been clicketty-clacking for a local craft fair. She's hoping to sell the aliens as wacky Christmas decorations at The Olive Tree market in Newcastle on December 1. I'll send a bloggy reminder if... Continue Reading →
I have all these itches that I'm dying to scratch. Remember my bizarre head lump? The one the doctor stared at blankly and failed to diagnose? My hairdresser reckons it's psoriasis. (Not growing a unicorn horn as Sprog 1 so whimsically suggested, sadly.) I'm not quite sure why I had to go to a salon... Continue Reading →
I thought my youngest had outgrown her doll fetish, but she recently announced she's asking Santa for a doll that talks and cries. Me being me, I immediately hit the internet in search of the perfect one. I Googled "talking doll" and discovered ... a series of news reports about dolls swearing, threatening and preaching... Continue Reading →
The Sprogs love nothing more than visiting their cousins. A cousin's birthday? Pretty close to nirvana. Yesterday Cousin Tessie had a party. In the lead-up to Halloween, we discovered a tool on http://www.picmonkey.com that turned photos into ZOMBIE PHOTOS. So we turned Cousin Tessie into one for her birthday card. We were quite thrilled with... Continue Reading →
If I were rich ... I would buy Sprog 2 a cherry blossom tree lamp for her bedroom. I think it would look quite magical in the corner, lit up at night. Twilight Trees (www.twilighttrees.com.au) sells 1.8m ones for $1800, but they have white trunks. I'm more a brown trunk girl, call me a realist... Continue Reading →
