the end was just the beginning
So, I was wandering in my favourite place - the toy aisle - when I saw the "Australia" Barbie doll and snorted my Diet Coke all over the floor. I think it's a cack that Mattel portrays Aussie women as Terry Irwin lookalikes with koalas wrapped around their wrists. Do you know anyone other than Terri (besides Bindi) who wanders around dressed like this? I tried to... Continue Reading →
My blogging heroine, Mrs Woog, wrote a post yesterday about meeting Johnny Young and going ga-ga (see http://www.woogsworld.com/2012/03/close-your-eyes-and-ill-kiss-you.html). She followed it up with a tweet asking people to reveal their celebrity snogs. This gave me pause. I racked my brain. I thought surely I've snagged one, even if it's a D-lister? But no-one sprang to... Continue Reading →
I've entered a troubling new phase of my stay-at-home mum journey. I'm feeling bad about Husband slaving in an office to support me. I hate asking him for money every time my bank balance hits zero. I keep thinking: "He must resent me for lazing around, going to the gym, mucking about on the computer all day ..." Especially when he... Continue Reading →
Much as I appreciate the slim, sexy iPad Husband gave me for Christmas, I'm a big, fat hard drive (and monitor) girl at heart. My hard drive isn'tsmarter trot asmy iPad. See, this is what I'm talking about. That was supposed to say "isn't as smart as my iPad", but my iPad assumes what I'm... Continue Reading →
Husband was up late on Monday night trying to rescue our hard-drive. (It's dead Jim. Choking sob.) So he forgot about driving Sprog 1 to band practice yesterday morning - his job - and slept in. No problem, I said, I'll take her. Somehow I forgot all the other school mums and dads would be... Continue Reading →
The thing I hate most about being an adult is all the bloody responsibility. House, car, bills, food, cleaning, washing, kids, work. In darker times, I fantasised about being hospitalized with nervous exhaustion so I could be totally without responsibility, even for my own actions. And get lots of bed rest. Yes, yes, I know it wouldn't... Continue Reading →
The Not So Neighbourly Neighbours have been at it again for the past two Saturday nights. Blasting doof-doof music, lots of loud "woos" and "drink it down, down, downs". Heaps of laughter and general merriment that makes me so cross I want to scream. How dare they have fun in suburbia? Don't they know middle-aged folk... Continue Reading →
I'm not an all-organic, sugar-free food nazi. My kids eat junk. They have hot chips occasionally. They have lemonade at yum cha (sometimes it's even pink). I make muffins and biscuits for their morning tea. They ate donuts at the school disco last night. But there's something I'll never understand - why kids' sporting events have shops selling soft drinks, chips, pies... Continue Reading →
I tried to do my Easter shopping yesterday. The selection sucked. Big time. No wonder retail is in the toilet. It's only 44 days until the Bunny comes, focus people! Obsessive nutters - I mean highly organised people like me - need to be prepared. (I'm doing Sprog 2's birthday goody bags today, only 22 days to party... Continue Reading →
A friend who lives in Mumbai came to lunch today. She kept saying how nice it was to breathe fresh air and not have people pooing in the streets. She brought gorgeous inlaid timber pencil containers for the Sprogs. Heaven knows how she got them through customs. I served Chermoula Barramundi for lunch, with mini... Continue Reading →
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