Wipeable, so tolerable Annoying, but liveable The William ‘Braveheart’ Wallace of Melbourne “Look mum, I’m turning Riley into a dog!” Woof, Woof! (I must admit, I liked her initiative there. Even if the mascara is still on his face two days later….)
Earth Hour 2008 Last year, WWF Australia and the city of Sydney teamed up for the inaugural Earth Hour – where at 8pm all lights at participating businesses and homes were turned off for an hour. This equated to taking almost 50,000 cars off the road. This past week Earth Hour 2008 was launched and…
Keira is really good with her ABC’s now and even Riley knows some letters (but he is clever for his age – more on that in a later ‘gushy-mama’ post). One thing which has helped both of them is this accidental game I invented and would like to share with you all. Helping preschoolers learn their…
Happy Wedding Anniversary for yesterday, dear. You forgot; I forgot. Five years. Not bad. Now, where’s my eternity ring? Other women get their ‘pushing presents’ after labour (no one tells you about that in the books) and what did I get? A clap on the shoulder and a “Good going, soldier.”* I think my time…
Hamlet: I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them…
“Are you sure you want the ‘brick red’ tint added to the concrete?” asked the landscaper. “Sure” said Adam. “It will match the bricks to the house.” “Are you positive?” The incredulity was starting to tell me he did not agree with our choice. “Yes!” “Okay then…” The morning of the job, I had to take the kids…
Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah-di Blah blah-blah…..!! The sounds of the kid’s babble at 6.00pm sounds like the above, a symphony of abrasive taunts to my ears, and I ignore it successfully – usually. Adam: Are you listening to them? Karen: I listen to this all day. Can’t I tune out now…
At 4.12am this morning it officially became my birthday. I am 29.
While there are undoubtedly nice parts of the day for me (Presents! Phone calls! Greeting Cards! Mobile Texts! Facebook Messages!), I must admit that the day of my birth has historically been a blue one for me. Not for any morbid reason (no-one has died), but because it’s the day of the year I have held up my accomplishments of the passing year to the bright light of an x-ray screen and found in the print some sort of blight or province of weakness.
Update: Keira has a bad Urinary Tract Infection. She is on a 10 day course of antibiotics and then must go have an ultrasound. Naturally, as I have gone and googled “Urinary Tract Infection”, I have found all sorts of nasty possibilities and outcomes that have made me wish I didn’t do so much research…
