the end was just the beginning
Initial titles for this blog were Pissed Off and Deep Case of The Shits, but I decided my subscribers might not like receiving those message titles in their in-boxes. So I've downgraded it to Anger Management (after flirting with a piss-weak Really, Really Cross), which barely scratches the surface of how cranky I am. I... Continue Reading →
Occasionally I write a blog on Housegoeshome that gets picked up by a website such as Mamamia. It's complicated when this happens, because I tend to blithely rant/blather to my readers - many of whom are my friends and family - rather than carefully craft articles for publication in "foreign" settings. It means misunderstandings -... Continue Reading →
It's been more than a year since I earned an income, but I remain delusional about my financial status. I'm still spending money like it grows on trees. I now understand how people wake up one day with $30,000 on their credit cards and a terrified tightness in their chest. Not that I have $30,000... Continue Reading →
I was agonizing over how to make amends with the parents of Sprog 1's best friend when a text message arrived ... from the best friend's mother. My heart clenched. I opened the message and nervously read the first few words: "Sorry to tell you this ..." Sorry to tell me what? Without bothering to... Continue Reading →
I have a chequered history with my assorted neighbours. I've suspected them of breeding changelings. I've screamed at them for throwing wild parties. I've lost a week's worth of their mail that I was entrusted to collect. You'd think I'd have learned my lesson. But no. I am 44 years old and not one bit... Continue Reading →
Too embarrassed/hungover to blog today. My shame will have to subside first. So I'll leave you with a poem by Sprog 1 that sums up my mood ... As dead as a dodo As pale as a ghost As flat as a pancake As dumb as a post.
People often suggest I do some freelance writing for extra cash. Who has time for freelance writing when you spend hours baking and decorating cupcakes for the school band's fundraiser cake stall? I certainly bloody don't. Add to that a sick Sprog under foot, a house that looks like a mini-hurricane has swept through and... Continue Reading →
Yesterday I mused on infantile amnesia. Today it's a study that identifies the most annoying sound on earth. Psychologists from SUNY and Clark University asked trial participants to do maths problems while listening to a range of sounds, including a screeching saw on wood, machine noise, a baby crying, motherese and whining, for a whole minute... Continue Reading →
Last week, after I emotionally scarred Sprog 1 by forgetting her form for an art excursion, a school mum reassured me: "Don't worry, their brains reset at eight. She won't remember a thing." I've done a little research and the school mum was pretty close to the money - last year, a Canadian research team... Continue Reading →
I went to Medicare yesterday and got a dreadful shock. They've stopped the free money. I loved my cash refunds, they felt like I'd won a minor prize on Lotto. Now the money is deposited straight into your bank account - damn progress - which is very dull. Especially when you wait 20 minutes for... Continue Reading →
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