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.
Freelancing? Pigs might fly
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 →
Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!
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 →
What’s your earliest memory?
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 →
No more free money, sob!
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 →
Letting myself go
I've been contemplating letting myself go. Well, more than I have already. Eating without guilt. Skipping the gym. Giving up on pants with waistbands. I don't think Husband would mind. His dating history is littered with voluptuous women. The concept of consuming food indiscriminately and damning the consequences is very tempting. I took it for... Continue Reading →
Somebody that I used to know
I went to the Olive Tree Markets on Saturday. It's in the grounds of The Junction Primary School, in Newcastle. It gave me a serious case of schoolyard envy - there was a huge veggie patch with a scarecrow and everything. The market stalls were pretty good too, though a little skewed to the baby... Continue Reading →
OMG there was a GFC (redux)
It's a whole year since I admitted to the world - via my blog - that I didn't notice the Global Financial Crisis. And I'm celebrating my ignorance with a redux of the post. Husband forwarded the original blog to all his business journalist mates and their faces went all Munch's The Scream-looking as they... Continue Reading →
Totally fweaky
I was eating fruit and yogurt in a cafe at Waverton yesterday. I never go to Waverton. Ever. (Actually, I never eat fruit and yogurt either. But I've been these having bizarre cravings for weeks. No, I'm not pregnant. At least I hope I'm not ... No, I'm definitely not. Crosses fingers tightly.) An acquaintance... Continue Reading →
Mummy yelled at me and I cried (The Sequel)
I may have become a little irrationally cross yesterday about running late for an appointment with the reading recovery teacher at the Sprogs' school. I may have yelled with frustration when Sprog 2 couldn't do up her seatbelt, forcing me to pull the car over after reversing out of the driveway like a madwoman (yes,... Continue Reading →
