the end was just the beginning
I went to prison again on the weekend. And it occurred to me that my version of "normal" has vastly expanded. A sausage sizzle was being set up inside the prison entrance, like it was Bunnings. Bottle-green clad, heavily tattooed male prisoners walked past, carrying tables and slabs of soft drinks to the sausage sizzle... Continue Reading →
Sprog 1 is her mother's daughter - she has compiled her Christmas list already. (Well, she's running a few months behind me, but I'm still very proud.) I've also inveigled my mother into my madness. She accompanied me to Toys R Us this morning to purchase my Christmas present: a bike. No, I didn't get... Continue Reading →
There was much discussion, dissension and list compiling when it came to naming the Household's new bunny. I suggested we choose something from Watership Down, until Sprog 1 informed me that horrific things happen to all the bunnies with cool names in that book. Oh. Right. Well, it's been such a long time since I... Continue Reading →
I find people telling me not to do things very inspiring. My parents told me they didn't think I was cut out for journalist, so I did work experience at The Newcastle Star. The Newcastle Star told me they didn't think I was cut out for journalist, so I got a cadetship at The Newcastle... Continue Reading →
A year ago, I dyed my hair. In my bathroom. With a $17 box of DIY crap from the supermarket. I looked like this (above). I wasn't entirely happy with it. Husband said I looked like Brunhilda. He didn't mean it as a compliment. So I started paying $140 to have my hair dyed by... Continue Reading →
I've been researching birthday cakes for Sprog 1's 9th birthday party. We're currently torn between various Doctor Who ones: should it be an Oood, a Tardis, or a "bow ties are cool" ? Last year I did an eyeball cauldron. So I have form to maintain. (It looked better from the side angle, but we... Continue Reading →
I found myself in a discussion about art on the weekend. One of the women had bought an expensive Aboriginal painting on a whim and her husband was miffed about it. She sighed and said it was so beautiful, she just couldn't resist. I gave a heavy sigh of my own and said: "I want... Continue Reading →
I'm talking "will you go with me?" love, not the unrequited or poster-on-the-wall kind ... It's funny how little I remember about my first love. You'd think the details would be permanently etched in my mind. I was sixteen when we met, we dated for six years, we even moved in together. Shouldn't more have... Continue Reading →
Life With 4 Boys writes: "Picture this. You are sitting on the couch in your living room. It is the first time you have sat down all day and you breath a sigh of relief as you open the pages of that book you have been dying to continue. A few chapters in you realize that... Continue Reading →
I've been blogging for more than a year now and still haven't quite got my head around how close-knit the community can be. Last weekend, I finally organised my very first face-to-face with a fellow blogger. Pink Patent Mary Janes and I met for a drink or three. It was weird to sit in a bar... Continue Reading →
