I love a weekend that ends with eating a roast dinner while nestled beside DD. We mixed things up a bit last night by heading to Flourish in Avalon with DD's mates D2 and D3 (their Warrior . nicknames). It was a bit posher than our usual roast, the yorkshire pudding was decorated with edible... Continue Reading →

There’s no room for a car in my garage - it’s too full of memories. There are kids’ party decorations, folders of school art creations, knickknacks from my grandmother’s house, and a huge box of photos dating back to my great grandmother’s youth. As I was ratting around in the box on Wednesday night, looking... Continue Reading →

My nephew turns 18 today. Ermagerd! How on earth do I have an 18-year-old nephew?!? I feel so ooooooold ... Anyways, happy birthday nephew! It seems like only yesterday that my nephew was three months old … and I was dressed up for a job interview to become editor of Woman’s Day … and made... Continue Reading →

When DD first introduced me to his friends, they would invariably congratulated me on "getting one of the good ones". I’d feel slightly miffed and want to reply “well, he got one of the good ones too!" But I was a stranger to them at that stage, so how were they to know? On the... Continue Reading →

It sounds like the first line of a joke, but it wasn't very funny at the time. My moodle was attacked by a giant poodle yesterday. Giant poodles look really silly and harmless, but this one went nuts when Bilbo - my moxie - started barking at him. Bilbo is terrified of big dogs and... Continue Reading →

I swanned into the Qantas Business Class Lounge last night to drink sparkling wine and pretend I was off to Perth again. Sadly, it was only DD who was flying, but it was fun to sip the free stuff. It was perfect timing too, as Facebook informed me that yesterday was our five-year Friendversary. Cheers!... Continue Reading →

I’m not good with confrontation. Very, very, very not good. The mere thought of confrontation makes me nauseous. So I approached the desk at my local Renault service centre with trepidation yesterday. I told the bloke that my car's gearbox had gone on the fritz on the Harbour Bridge expressway the night before, so I... Continue Reading →

My ex bought the eldest tickets to see Irish comedian Dylan Moran last night as an early 16th birthday present. According to Ticketek: "Moran has been called the Oscar Wilde of comedy and his famed style - deadpan, witty and crackpot lyricism - promises to be an unmissable journey through his interpretations of the world,... Continue Reading →

You know how I said that I need to start keeping a diary? Well ... I happened to glance at my emails while the wedges were baking for dinner last night and noticed that I was meant to be at a skipping club committee meeting at 7.30pm. Argh! I quickly whipped up dinner for the... Continue Reading →

I needed some cuddle therapy last night, so I popped over to my friend Mel's place to play with her new puppy. Isn't he adorable? And this is what he looks like when he's not being smooshed by me ... Oh, and this shot is beyond adorable too ... I've had a few stressful days,... Continue Reading →