…you’ve spent all day cutting down an oak tree in your backyard, and you’re asked for the photographic evidence of such endeavour, but you’ve forgotten, “OH NO!”, and someone says to you, “You mean you weren’t documenting it for the blog?” No, I should’ve, eh? Because photos would’ve been a darn side more interesting than…
Hi everybody, got some favours to ask. First, I’m assuming because you’re reading this your a) webpage is loading okay or b) the RSS is also playing nicely. Let me know if you have any problems with loading, or basically any comments regarding the new look. I have to throw out a big thanks to…
I walk into the bathroom to see Keira standing up on the counter top, applying my lip gloss with practiced ease. Even better, she sees my reflection behind her and says casually, “Mum, can you pass me a tissue to blot out the lipstick?” May I say, it’ll be a relief once she turns three-and-a-half,…
Anonymous: “I am Bulimic, sometimes I’ll be ok but then something triggers it and it will start all over again. Thia has been going on for about 4 years now. Does it ever go away? or do some people control it better than others?” Anon, I hope you come back to read my reply. Here…
You awaken; your eyes snap open and you roll them around, and they oblige. Your brain isn’t, yet, complaining to obey commands. You focus on the opposite wall in the pale dawn and you think to yourself, “Hey, I feel okay.” You then sit up and the world reels. You’re a test pilot in a…
Whenever my sister comes to visit, before I even let her step through the door, I insist on her completely honest opinion on the olfactory state of our household. “Now tell me,” I say. “When you come in, take a whiff and tell me if it stinks or not.” Despite the place looking like I…
In Melbourne now it’s Showtime. That period steeped in tradition around Australia, where we all trudge along to buy our Pluto Pups (me), or cream polly waffles (my dad), fairy floss (Adam), or sample all and sundry (Keira). I opted to stay home with Riley, just like last year, thinking it might be a chance…
As soon as I saw this, I was reminded of the quote: “He’s not the messiah. He’s a very naughty boy!”
Last night I cried into FacebookA friend, my friend, you seeemailed me privately to sayhe didn’t remember me! How dare you, I said.My picture, it’s right there!Didn’t my eyes revealOur past in their hypnotic stare? How could he forget me so?Were my high-school charmsso kerplunked?(in fact, in retrospect,yes, I was a bit of a dunce)…
