Wild weather in Victoria, eh? We’re not flooding* but the rain has been wonderful. What I liked especially was this low pressure system came in from the east. The east! Unheard of! I keep looking up in the sky, waiting for Mary Poppins. The kids, bugger it, are sick. How can I tell apart from…
Yesterday, we were at the shops and having our customary muffin and coffee stop-off. Riley proceeded to take a gigantic bite out of a plastic spoon and half of it snapped off in his mouth. In my jumping up to retrieve the pieces, before he swallowed them and ripped his oesophagus, I knocked my coffee…
You may have noticed I’ve played with my sidebar, and several of my Miscellaneous Mum initiatives have vanished. This is because blogger was not playing nice with me this morning and refused to accept any and all changes to my (correct) code changes. So, like a vengeful God, I said, “F**k you then, links. You’re…
I have lived in Victoria now for almost seven years. Before then, as you may know, I lived in New South Wales. Recently I discovered my sister is contemplating a move down here; a possibility which caused this outburst from my father: “What? You’re going to become a Mexican too?” (‘Mexican’ = living south of…
Keira is playing with a new bottle of Nurofen I bought that morning for Riley (seriously – 2 year old molars at 15 months? Yes, it happens). Keira: What’s this for? Me: It’s Riley’s pain medicine. He takes it before bed. Keira: Before bed? Me: Yes, before bed. Keira: (confused) Be…fore……bed? Me: (frustrated) Yes, before…
Jean-Luc last week asked this question on his blog: “Name a group of people you would choose as guests in a dinner party and why. Choose as many as you wish.” Now, unlike other memes which I do and then forget within moments, this question actually stayed with me for days. Perhaps because this is…
A handsome young man, about to inherit wealth and is a darling of society, has his portrait painted. The likeness to its subject is uncanny, and in a careless moment, Gray exchanges his soul so that he may always look like his painting. He gets his wish; and as the portrait turns ugly, reflecting the…
I picked up some books the other day I’d had on layby for a while. They were: I’ve already begun “Reading like a Writer”, and it’s been very difficult – not to read, but to handle. I’m so used to buying second-hand books that a new one to me is as fragile as a newborn…
It’s been a funny ole’ week. Since last Saturday, when I put the question of the blogging book to the populace (and got a subdued reaction – although I appreciate the opinions that were expressed), my mind has been full of thoughts of grandeur. I was going to begin my own little publishing company. I…
