the end was just the beginning
It's been an itchy-scratchy kinda week in the Household. DD's deck is usually a blissfully mozzie-free zone but the little bastards descended on Sunday night and went to town on me. I'm one of those annoying people that get bites the size of 50c pieces that hang around FOREVER. I followed it up on Monday... Continue Reading →
The Super Bowl isn't normally Housegoeshome fare - actually, I didn't think it was Aussie fare, so I was surprised to see how much traction it gained this year - but my attention was piqued yesterday when I wrote a story about how AB InBev's Budweiser Super Bowl ad has caused a furor in the... Continue Reading →
Or is it jealous that's a curse? It's so hot - I can't think straight. It was still 32C in my neck of the woods when I got home after 10pm last night. Thirty two freaking degrees! I was deeply envious of the hum of my neighbours' air-conditioning unit as I trudged past it to... Continue Reading →
I freaked my intern out again yesterday. I asked him to write me a press release on the drinks association's upcoming awards night. I sent a few dot points to him via email to get around the whole thick accent problem and a few minutes later his confused head popped over the partition. "Um ...... Continue Reading →
I only have a few minutes to squeeze this in ... I need to be at work at 7.15am as I'm off to a breakfast meeting in the city. Cue heavy breathing for all the wrong quickie reasons. A back-to-school week with the kids and a hectic work schedule have collided, and I'm feeling a... Continue Reading →
I have an intern working for me at the moment. He's from the greater Chicago area. He's 21 and looks a little startled to be overseas for the first time. He also had quite a bit of trouble understanding what I was saying for the first few days. I do have quite a broad Aussie... Continue Reading →
I mean, I'm almost 49. My womb has been razed to the ground by a metal device heated to 180C. It's more barren than Donald Trump's heart. But, there's something about your mum saying "maybe you're pregnant" that makes an anxious over thinker anxiously over think. Especially when your medically trained significant other (who doesn't... Continue Reading →
I haven't felt able to blog over the past few days. My mojo deserted me last week and with it went any desire or ability to tap out a post. I'm pretty sure it's chemical. I'm less than two months away from turning 49 and my body - and mind - is betraying me as... Continue Reading →
Australia Day was a pretty subdued affair on Instagram this year. There's so much debate around whether the date should be changed, as it marks the arrival of the First Fleet into Sydney Cove in 1788, a moment that is mourned by many indigenous people because of the brutality that followed. It was a pretty subdued... Continue Reading →
It feels weird NOT to mention it, but I'm loathe to say "Happy Australia Day!" So many people AREN'T happy about it these days. Even my easygoing 10-year-old gave me a grilling last night, wanting to know why we were celebrating invading someone else's country. So I'll just say "Happy public holiday with family and... Continue Reading →
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