the end was just the beginning
Not content with telling my friends and family what to do, I'm now dishing advice to celebrities at Kidspot's Village Voices every Friday. First star on my virtual couch? Jessica Simpson. Read my words of wisdom to the girl who's just been paid $1million to show off her baby in People magazine and $3million to lose her... Continue Reading →
I was going to blog about how pathetic it was that I volunteered to be a parent helper on Sprog 1's school excursion yesterday just so I could go to the IMAX theatre for free (it's been a long time between movies), but there's a heaviness in my heart that needs to be addressed. Fairfax journalists in Wollongong,... Continue Reading →
I drove to Mortdale earlier this week to visit a friend. I had no idea where Mortdale was - other than south - so I consulted my street directory. My street directory is an ancient, decrepit thing, missing its first 10 pages, including most of the "A" entries. Fortunately my friend's street started with an R. I drove... Continue Reading →
I think I'm edging towards alcoholism. How can you tell if you're becoming an alcoholic? Is needing two (ish) glasses of wine on a Monday night a sign? Is needing two (ish) glasses every night - three (ish) on weekends - a sign? I haven't always been like this. I used to go all week without touching the stuff. But lately I've started... Continue Reading →
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 →
