The not-so-neighbourly neighbours were at it again on Friday night - those guys are machines. It was followed by some party animal action on the other side on Saturday night, plus assorted other sleep distractions, which culminated, as every weekend does at our place, with the garbage trucks at 5am on Monday morning. A little verse sprang... Continue Reading →

I made this soup for the first time yesterday. I tasted it when my friend Jodie made a batch, it was delicious and I begged for the recipe. I didn't quite cook the vegies long enough, so it had lots of little bits of carrot in it, rather than being a smooth consistency. But it still... Continue Reading →

I love to write. I've loved to write since I was a wee sprog, plagarising Aboriginal dreamtime stories and passing them off as my own for primary school assignments. I became a journalist because I wanted to earn my living from words. Somewhere along the way, my living stopped being about words and started being about managing people.... Continue Reading →

You'd choose this as your personalised number plate

Welcome to Slack Saturday. It's been a bit of a week and my brain needs a rest, so I've given it the day off. Fortunately, I've been digging around in my back catalogue (aka dusty boxes in the attic) lately. It's been very entertaining - the reading bit, the digging bit sucks - trying to recall the woman who wrote all those magazine articles. This one... Continue Reading →

I officially joined the gym this week - after a rather expensive trial period - and I'm already jack of it. It's been six weeks of blood, sweat and tears and I don't see the slightest improvement in my body. I put myself through five agonising gym classes each week and for what? The scales haven't moved, my belt notches haven't either. I... Continue Reading →

I don't normally get girl crushes, I'm more a left-of-field-boy-crush gal. For those who've missed my crush list, here it is again, in chronological order: Kevin Bacon, Neil Finn, Chris Evans (cute blonde boy in year 12), Michael J. Fox, Michael Damian, several boys I snogged in alleys around the Crazy Horse Nightclub in the early '90s,... Continue Reading →

I didn't have total obliteration in me last night, despite the availability of free alcohol. But I did put away a generous amount of champagne at the Kidspot Top 50 Bloggers of 2012 cocktail party last night, so I'm a bit hungover and disorganised after a blackout screwed with my alarm clock. You'll have to wait for my extra-large Diet... Continue Reading →