the end was just the beginning
It's been more than 18 months since my husband walked out, yet the "divorce" word has never been mentioned. I think we're both too scared by the enormity of it. Divorce is a word that should never be tossed around lightly. It's a horrible thing, best avoided. But I've been wondering a lot lately about... Continue Reading →
My ex sent a message yesterday afternoon with the youngest's final results at the National Skipping Championships at the AIS in Canberra. It said that she'd won "zip, zero nothing" but "still has a smile on her face." And I'm so happy with that. I saw some very teary girls who struck out at the... Continue Reading →
The 67th Primetime Emmy Awards are on right now and the stars are melting on the red carpet. The temperature has soared to 41C in Los Angeles, causing Nick Jonas' ex, model Olivia Culpo, to collapse. “When u almost pass out on LIVE TV!” the model, 23, tweeted after the incident, together with a picture... Continue Reading →
I wonder if making a Tardis cake together is a good test of a relationship? If it is ... DD and I are doing pretty well. We kept our cools and created a wibbly, wobbly "masterpiece" (don't look too closely at the Frankensteiny bits, I need to watch a few fondant tutorials before I attempt... Continue Reading →
Middle-aged dating is a difficult beast. The demands of single parenting, work and two needy, badly behaved dogs (that no-one wants to mind) mean that DD and I rarely get more than a few hours together at a stretch. But with the kids away at the National Skipping Championships and the serendipitous news that my... Continue Reading →
The youngest is competing at the National Skipping Championships today. I feel a little sad that I'm not there. My ex and I divided it up earlier this year: I took her to the State Championships, he got the Nationals. At the time it felt like a chore we were splitting. But I ended up... Continue Reading →
I joined RSVP a year ago ... it was a Friday night ... I'd had a few wines ... it seemed like a good idea. But I didn't like it AT ALL. As I noted in a blog post called RSVP for Beginners ... "All the women in the 45-55 age group seem dauntingly... Continue Reading →
The eldest is having her 12th birthday soon (well, soon in my obsessive planner universe, it's still a few months away) and she's decided on a Doctor Who luau theme. As you do. So I've decided to do a test-run this weekend on a Tardis-lands-on-tropical-island cake. As you do. What exactly is a Doctor Who... Continue Reading →
I had coffee with a former work colleague a few weeks ago. It was so lovely to catch-up. She's one of the good ones. It also turns out she's been following my misadventures via the blog. As we sat chatting, she urged me to write a book based on it. It's funny the stuff that... Continue Reading →
Being nice is supposed to be its own reward. But sometimes it feels like a punishment. Nice guys finish last and all that. I've spent my whole life being nice, trying not to hurt others, doing the right thing. I should feel pretty damn great about that. I should be awash in the good karma.... Continue Reading →
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