We drink coffee. We can’t help it, we live in Melbourne. Our car washes have cafes. Our hairdressers are frothing the cappuccinos out the back as they’re mixing up our hair dyes. There’s a cafe on every corner, almost. Especially in the city. We’re so picky, if a cafe’s chosen or preferred brand to use…
First, it was my blog crashing. Then I decided I’d hunt out our old Nikon digital camera – one I’m glad we kept since our Kodak is kaput. This Nikon was bought two weeks before our wedding in 2002, so now bears more than a passing resemblance to a toaster. Fittingly, it’s 512mb memory card…
I’ve spent the better part of this afternoon wondering why my blog wouldn’t open in Internet Explorer. All I got was an “Operation Aborted” message. Frankly, it was really pissing me off. Then my lovely husband got his laptop out and did some detective work and found that the Site Meter problem (it had also…
I am an unabashed peddler for the Sandman – sleep, sweet sleep, for my children is all I can ask for, or want, at the end of a long day. A day full of the typical games of youth; of cubbyhouses and tea-parties, preschool and television time. Sheet tents erected in the lounge room; the putty-ish smell…
Here’s a photo Kelley asked me to take of my new shoes – and if there’s one thing one shoe-fetishist must do for the other, it’s provide full purchase disclosure 🙂 I apologise for the photo quality. It was taken on our webcam because our other one is still busted.
During the week my mother was interviewed by her local paper regarding her involvement in the World Youth Day celebrations down in Sydney. This is a rough transcript of the phone conversation which occurred between us after said interview: Her: “I quoted your blog!” Me: “You did? What bit?” Her: “It was your ‘vibrant Catholic‘…
This seemingly innocuous bottle of honey caused quite the stir in our marriage last week. You see, I despise these cleaning-disasters-in-wait; my husband on the other hand thinks that because it is a supposed ‘innovation’ in the way we spread this condiment over our bread that it must – nay, it is – even better…
I may still cough like a consumptive when the cold wind hits my chest – something which happens quite frequently in this draughty house – but on most other health fronts I am finally on the improve. Enough to carry one child on my hip and have the other glued to my free hand as we…
The other week we purchased a Remmington home-haircut kit, complete with powered clippers, capes, brushes, combs etc. to satisfy my compulsion to prove, yet again, that I am a tight-ass when it comes to money; because I figured that we could pay back by Christmas what we save by cutting Riley’s hair at home, rather than…
