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)…
Who’s a grumpy heffalump? Yes, its me. I know, I know I’ve been a bit distracted this week. King and Queen of your respective domains as you are, you probably couldn’t care less what’s wrong with your serf (me), but listen up. This might help in years to come. I’ve been sick. Worst case of…
I was shopping last month and discovered these delicious little fridge magnets by Anne Taintor and couldn’t resist buying some. Now I wish I bought more because I haven’t seen any others in a similar vein here in Australia before. Perhaps that’s why they caught my eye. You see these? You like them? Well, here’s…
Mammablogga has announced the revision of her list for the Popular Parent Bloggers, and boy was I shocked when I saw my name among the exulted. See, I read or have at least heard of most of those blog, and they’re big guns. I think I’m the only Aussie though, so I’m happy to beat…
Yesterday, I was fortunate enough to be afforded the opportunity to pitch my children’s picture book manuscript to an agent. I was seized with nerves – as anyone would be – but perhaps wasn’t as frazzled as I could’ve been weren’t it for the fact that on Friday night my son came down with a…
Dearest, I loaned you my ipod in good faith a little while ago. I saw you take it to the computer and tinker with the song selections. I know its embarrassing it’s only an ipod shuffle. Thus we only have 100 songs or so to choose to upload at any given time (although I remember…
