the end was just the beginning
Everywhere I turn, women are writing advice letters to their teenage daughters. It's not a new idea, but one that's been given a vigorous revival of late. Angela Mollard kicked off the latest round with a lovely one in Sunday magazine a few weeks ago, encouraging her daughter to be loyal, laugh and respect her... Continue Reading →
Wading through the murk so you don't have to ... The Mag I Bought This Week Award goes to ... The weekly magazines are scrabbling over Jennifer Aniston's engagement like my chooks with a corn cob - everyone wants a piece. Sadly - like that poor Aussie swimmer Emily Seebohm, who sobbed because she won silver instead... Continue Reading →
Going away for the weekend is all very nice until Monday morning. You wake up and the kids' school uniforms aren't washed, there's no bread to make sandwiches for their lunch, the sheets and towels from the trip have been tossed in the laundry along with an inexplicably enormous bag of dirty underwear, you've run... Continue Reading →
The Household are in Katoomba for the weekend. It's effing cold. So effing cold that I feel like calling it the four-letter word that it is rather than the euphemism. But this is a family blog post, so I'll restrain myself. It's so effing cold that I wore my vintage Esprit puffer jacket last night... Continue Reading →
The Very Bad Book - by Andy Griffiths - is a very good book in Sprog 1's eyes. She thinks all the revolting chapters, like The Dog That Fell Apart, Invasion of the Blood-Sucking Grannies and The Adventures of the Dog Poo Family are totally hilarious. Her favourite scene in Lord Of The Rings is... Continue Reading →
Sure, Magic Mike, 50 Shades of Grey et al are titillating, but I like to get my kicks in other electronic ways. My kind of porn is found at http://www.domain.com.au. I perve at it in bed with the electric blanket on "high". It gets me hot. The property listings are pretty exciting too. I love... Continue Reading →
Wading through the murk so you don't have to ... Robert's smiling again Robert Pattinson side-stepped discussing his romantic hiccups on The Daily Show last night. When the host, Jon Stewart, skirted around the subject of Kristen Stewart breaking his heart, he replied: "My biggest problem is that I don't have a publicist," he said. "I'm... Continue Reading →
I went to a skin cancer clinic a few weeks ago. It was my first time, which is slightly remiss for a pale, freckly redhead who's approaching her fifth decade on the planet. Wow that makes me sound sexy. I went because my mother had been badgering me incessantly. She'd seen a strange mole on... Continue Reading →
My sister sent me a text yesterday asking what she could bring to dinner. I suggested a cleaner. But I settled for a bottle of wine. I'm supposed to be on one of those ridiculous no-drinking-Monday-to-Friday jags - again - but I needed something to soothe my frazzled nerves. My parents are going to a... Continue Reading →
Sprog 2 asked me last week: "Why are the cat pictures on the back of my undies instead of the front?" My brow creased. I pondered. And I had this sudden revelation. Ahhhhhh, that's why they didn't put the cute kitties on the front of the six-year-old's underpants ... But what do I tell Sprog... Continue Reading →
