Eyes under water! ONLY AN ETERNITY IN THE MAKING! Photos taken with new Plastic Bullet app *
I don’t know how long ago I invented a Twitter hashtag #schoolpickuphaiku I never intended for it to become a viral meme; I’ve seen other hashtags take on a life of their own (someone will write a thesis about that one day: mark my words) but that wasn’t the point with #schoolpickuphaiku. Sometimes it’s nice to…
It’s been one of those mornings: tail end of cycle cravings (so hungry), Keira’s not 100%, and Riley picked up a feather down the street and then proceeded to lose it. Naturally, it was my fault. I know this because he spent a half hour telling me. Time to hit YouTube for a pick-me-up: A companion to…
At the beginning of the year I bought a pair of brown braided leather sandals from Novo Shoes. This purchase was deliberated over quite seriously: I didn’t want tough, practical, scuffs or flimsy delicate things with only a toe strap and buckle to keep it all together. The former because that’s the type of sandal…
Just a quick welcome to any new readers clicking through from my Problogger guest post today, “Personal Blogging in the 2010s“. Hello! As you already know, my name is Karen. This site has been running for over four years now and when I’m not busy being a parent I write, publish, occasionally talk about blogging,…
This Monopoly game is now entering its fifth day of play with no end in sight. Meals have been eaten on laps or when cards and money are carefully shifted aside. Heaven help us when we enter Risk territory. That could take months.
Oh hai. I’m feeling wan and pasty at the moment. Brain functionality is at a minimum. How do I know this? Because two minutes ago I had a good long stare at ‘bear’ in the post title. Did I spell that right? I asked myself. Bear, bare…bear? Bear. Yes. Two minutes before that my heart…
I’ve been friends with Lee pretty much since I began blogging. But Adam can beat that: he was friends with Lee back when they were boys, drawing comics together. Long spells go between when Adam picks up a pencil, but Lee has gone on to make full use of his talents, as those of you…
Nits have infiltrated our house. Again. this time, with leftover supplies waiting at the back of a kitchen cupboard, I was ready loathing – as ever – to hear the cries: ow! ow! don’t hurt! I want you to stop! undeterred, plastic-gloved, my role as chemical killer is finally done. nits (well, lice, technically)(as you’re…
