*Hiding behind the proverbial pillow, squealing like a teenager* Okay, here it is: Mind, I forgot to say almost everything I wanted. Like, look! Miscmum made it onto Google Images first page for searches regarding Earth Hour, which would explain why my stats page went beserk yesterday. Also! I was going to hold…
It’s been a while since I’ve posted an update on my Oxfam fundraiser. Truth be told, it’s because I don’t get a whole lot of time to go check it out these days. So you could imagine my delight the other night when I logged in to see a whopping addition to the tally! (She knows…
I often talk without thinking. I often have ideas even before any proper cognitive functioning begins. This helps my imagination and subconscious come up with all sorts of freaky stuff, but then it often dominoes into real life. Like Earth Hour. I told them I was potentially going to ‘live blog’ via webcam the beginning…
I can barely string together a decent post these days. For some reason it is becoming increasingly hard to sit here in front of the screen and let the words just come. They used to, spilling from the mysterious recesses of my brain, and now I’m in a drought. I could blame the holidays. Ironic, as…
I think I am removed enough from my rather strict religious upbringing to celebrate a birthday party on our Holy Day (Good Friday) without worrying too much about the potential sacrilegious repercussions this might cause. To explain: Once upon a time I would’ve gone to mass, eaten all the correct foods and then settled in for…
A neighbour was insane kind enough to give the kids an Easter present this afternoon. Keep it! Keep it! she said in her thick Mediterranean accent. No eat until Sunday. So of course as soon as she left the driveway we tucked into that bad boy. Until Adam came along and confiscated it. Boo hiss! Then, as…
Remember I said recently that I am not hung up on material possessions? Hang on, I told a lie: I have this photograph (well, a reproduction) framed on my bedroom wall and if it ever broke I’d be reasonably heartbroken. I believe this photograph was taken in 1897, the year Bram Stoker first published Dracula. It is the the very…
We recently had old friends visit as they were passing through town on a road trip. And as you can tell from the pictures below, my friend B is a much better shot than I am.
“So how much do you want cut off him today?” the hairdresser asked me. Riley was seated between us, his hands lost beneath the black plastic cape she’d just wrapped around his neck. He would only stay still for so long. “I want it all off; get the shavers out. Give him a number four.”…
