the end was just the beginning
I had a blog post all ready to go at 7am, celebrating four years of blogging. Then I realised I don't reach that milestone for another month. Ooops. And then I was left with nothing. DD suggested I write about having dinner with former colleagues last night. It was a blast: lots of laughter, memories... Continue Reading →
This week marks the one-year anniversary of selling the family home. I was walking the dogs yesterday and wandered past the old place. It was the strangest feeling. Despite having lived there for seven years, it felt completely foreign to me, like another lifetime. I did a bit of rubbernecking, trying to peer in the front... Continue Reading →
Saying mean things doesn't count if you do it on social media. Apparently. There can be no other explanation for the terrible comments I read on-line every day. I hate hurting people. I avoid verbal stoushes because I don't like the weaponry fired in the heat of the moment. Too many ugly words have been... Continue Reading →
Hollywood is celebrating Father's Day and it's such a pervy time on Instagram. So many shots of celebrity dads and celebrities with their dads. Here are my favourites ... (as per the new normal, click on one you fancy to open the gallery) ... I have no idea why an image of Ryan Reynolds with... Continue Reading →
Last week was a blur of children lying consumptively on the couch while I worked. Not a whole lot happened ... I had to cancel most of the fun stuff. The youngest went down hard on Sunday night as we drove home from the State Skipping Competition, then spent the rest of the week off... Continue Reading →
I asked the youngest what she wanted to do today and she said: "Cook! And go to Bunnings!" The eldest was too sick to do anything other than lie hazily on the couch. So the youngest and I cooked and went to Bunnings. The youngest loooooooves Bunnings. She wore her Heely roller sneakers so she... Continue Reading →
"I shall call him Squishy and he shall be mine and he shall be my Squishy. Come here Squishy. Come here little Squishy ..." Dory, Finding Nemo. I've found my Squishy ... much bigger than the one Dory briefly adored, but the feelings are the same: come to me Squishy, I must have you, you're... Continue Reading →
Humanity loves a car crash. We pretend we don't. But we do. I'm not judging. It's just the way we're wired. It means my gooey blog posts NEVER do as well as my angsty ones. Ah well, it's not about the numbers. And I can't hold it in ... I'm in love ... ... with... Continue Reading →
The poorly youngest entered her third day of couch surfing yesterday, so mumma worked from home again. It wasn't a pretty sight. The Household's single fan heater was trained on the patient as she watched tellie, while I sat shivering at the computer in the other room. Think two jumpers, my fuzzy leopard-print dressing gown... Continue Reading →
Remember how the youngest tried to wrangle a Pitch Perfect viewing with her dad yesterday? It's been a constant soundtrack in my life for WEEKS. She's DESPERATE to see Pitch Perfect 2. ALL her friends have seen it. It's a cruel and unusual punishment that she's the only kid in the WHOLE WORLD who's been... Continue Reading →
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