the end was just the beginning
I painted my first house when I was 26. I went for half-strength "fluffy duck". It was the '90s, yellow was very trendy back then. I naively thought I'd take a few days off work and knock the whole place over. Weeks, months, years later, I still hadn't finished. The back of the loungeroom door was last to... Continue Reading →
Steve the Newsagent and I are at odds over who should win The Mag I Bought This Week Award. He reckons Woman's Day will cane it with its Schapelle Corby cover, because Schapelle mags always walk off the shelf. "Why? I don't know ... drugs, filth and sex, always good sellers," Steve cheerfully informs me. Plus, there's... Continue Reading →
One of my Xmas gifts from Husband was an Apple TV thingy. It was actually a present for him, with a gift tag attached to it saying it was for me. Husband has been having great fun with my Xmas present. And I have to admit it's growing on me too. My favourite thing it does is show movie trailers. Heaps and... Continue Reading →
I can sum it up in one word: horrified. Give me a few more words and I'd add "distraught", "hysterical" and "exhausted". Warning – if you haven't had a baby and wish to remain blissfully ignorant about the horrors of childbirth, stop reading. If, on the other hand, you are feeling deeply suspicious of people who say, “it’s... Continue Reading →
I don't know the meaning of Silent Sunday. What's that all about? All these bloggers seem to be doing it. Just a photo, no words. Not me. I talk/type all the time. Especially when I've had alcohol or caffeine. Can't help myself. I am like a verbal fountain. Well, except with my family. Then I'm... Continue Reading →
Sprog 1's long-daycare buddy is coming to lunch tomorrow with her family. It's so lovely that we've stayed in touch. I'm preparing a Spanish barbie to celebrate: Manchego cheese, chorizo and olives for starters; marinated steak, garlicky potato salad and greens for main; mandarin cake for dessert (recipes to follow over the coming days). Yesterday I thought I'd do some prep. I... Continue Reading →
The memory of Sydney being scorched by drought seems almost surreal these days. When we moved to New York in 2008, Sydney was dry as a bone. The Sprogs had never know the childhood pleasure of hi-jinks with a garden hose. Now Sydney's seems permanently soggy and I sometimes wonder if the rain will ever stop. (Though we've had... Continue Reading →
It's my shameful secret but I'm so cross about losing my beloved radio station that I've decided to come out of the closet. And I'm shouting: WHAT THE FARK HAVE YOU DONE TO 95.3FM, YOU FARKING TOOLS? OFF WITH YOUR HEADS! Husband is sick of me ranting to him about it, so he suggested I ear-bash you instead. He was never a... Continue Reading →
It's been almost a year since House went home. I've been wondering - yet again - what to do with the rest of my life. And I've decided what I really want to do is write. Which is fortunate since I spend so much time blogging. But, while blogging has been bliss, it's not financially rewarding. So I'm thinking I might write a book (no... Continue Reading →
The transformation is complete. I am a cliche. Not just any cliche. A North Shore housewife cliche. The revelation came yesterday when Husband asked me to do a chore for him. I said I was far too busy. As I outlined why I was far too busy, my voice faltered slightly. Because while my transformation is... Continue Reading →
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