I’ve alluded to this over the past few days, but let me re-state again that this transition to WordPress was not altogether an easy one for me. In fact, over the past 48 hours, I’ve been wrestling with Feedburner over an errant RSS feed (or three…) and by yesterday I was ready to put my…
…you’ve spent all day cutting down an oak tree in your backyard, and you’re asked for the photographic evidence of such endeavour, but you’ve forgotten, “OH NO!”, and someone says to you, “You mean you weren’t documenting it for the blog?” No, I should’ve, eh? Because photos would’ve been a darn side more interesting than…
Hi everybody, got some favours to ask. First, I’m assuming because you’re reading this your a) webpage is loading okay or b) the RSS is also playing nicely. Let me know if you have any problems with loading, or basically any comments regarding the new look. I have to throw out a big thanks to…
I walk into the bathroom to see Keira standing up on the counter top, applying my lip gloss with practiced ease. Even better, she sees my reflection behind her and says casually, “Mum, can you pass me a tissue to blot out the lipstick?” May I say, it’ll be a relief once she turns three-and-a-half,…
Anonymous: “I am Bulimic, sometimes I’ll be ok but then something triggers it and it will start all over again. Thia has been going on for about 4 years now. Does it ever go away? or do some people control it better than others?” Anon, I hope you come back to read my reply. Here…
You awaken; your eyes snap open and you roll them around, and they oblige. Your brain isn’t, yet, complaining to obey commands. You focus on the opposite wall in the pale dawn and you think to yourself, “Hey, I feel okay.” You then sit up and the world reels. You’re a test pilot in a…
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!”
