the end was just the beginning
I've written my last Village Voices post (sob) ... it's called How To Host A Creepily Cool Halloween Party. (Almost time to start my new job, something had to give.) Check out my fun tricks and treats by clicking here ... http://blogs.kidspot.com.au/villagevoices/how-to-host-a-halloween-party/ Meanwhile, over at HouseGoesHollywood: Sandra Bullock and Chelsea Handler get naked in a... Continue Reading →
I had a very important meeting yesterday. I was pitching story ideas to an editor. Ooo-la-lah. So I thought I should dress the part. I dusted off my old work clothes, only to discover they were covered in mould. I suppose that's what happens when your wardrobe is positioned next to a bathroom with a dodgy exhaust... Continue Reading →
Think about your everyday diet - it's a fair bet most of your meals include carbs. Imagine cutting every single piece of pasta, rice, bread and potato out ... that's what I was forced to do five years ago when I was diagnosed with multiple disaccharide deficiencies. Geez it was tough, almost impossible. And I was... Continue Reading →
I've got this thing for older men. It's weird, because I wasn't previously wired this way. I've always drooled over the pretty boys. But I'm finding 50-year-old men increasingly attractive. And the Zac Efrons of this world are leaving me cold. Is it some random symptom of peri-menopause that no-one's thought to mention? Mind you,... Continue Reading →
Spring has sprung and so have the wedding rumours. Births, deaths and marriages are the big three when it comes to selling magazines like hotcakes. Well, they used to be … so the editors will have their fingers tightly crossed and be fervently praying the old rule still applies ... And so begins my final... Continue Reading →
I went to prison again on the weekend. And it occurred to me that my version of "normal" has vastly expanded. A sausage sizzle was being set up inside the prison entrance, like it was Bunnings. Bottle-green clad, heavily tattooed male prisoners walked past, carrying tables and slabs of soft drinks to the sausage sizzle... Continue Reading →
Sprog 1 is her mother's daughter - she has compiled her Christmas list already. (Well, she's running a few months behind me, but I'm still very proud.) I've also inveigled my mother into my madness. She accompanied me to Toys R Us this morning to purchase my Christmas present: a bike. No, I didn't get... Continue Reading →
There was much discussion, dissension and list compiling when it came to naming the Household's new bunny. I suggested we choose something from Watership Down, until Sprog 1 informed me that horrific things happen to all the bunnies with cool names in that book. Oh. Right. Well, it's been such a long time since I... Continue Reading →
Chris Brown released a video explaining he was torn between two lovers: Rihanna and recent ex Karrueche Tran (diddums) ... Someone leaked a sex tape of Hulk Hogan shagging the wife of his best friend Bubba the Love Sponge, then Linda Hogan was arrested for drunk driving ... Mila Kunis was named Esquire's Sexiest Woman Alive for 2012 ... Jennifer Aniston colluded with... Continue Reading →
I find people telling me not to do things very inspiring. My parents told me they didn't think I was cut out for journalist, so I did work experience at The Newcastle Star. The Newcastle Star told me they didn't think I was cut out for journalist, so I got a cadetship at The Newcastle... Continue Reading →
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