Riley as a newborn Riley at one year, 22 and 1/2 months Sweet sadness, it is. So young, yet not a baby anymore.
2001 was the last Christmas Adam and I spent apart with our respective families. His brother at the time was dealing with an unwanted litter of kittens. So he turns around and says to Adam, “Merry Christmas – have a cat!” And when I met up with Adam two days later, the first words he…
Back when I was frighteningly thin, I lost my period for about 18 months. Naturally I wondered if I would ever get it back again. True, I was so sick for a time that I revelled in my amenorrhea; because a lack of menstruation really, truly meant I must be thin. And that was a WIN! My (perverted) ‘hard work’…
Read / February 1st, 2008
For weeks I’ve been posting in here with a duplicitous spirit. I have been sporadic in my posting, neglecting to offer any real ‘juice’ as to the workings and wonders of our little family life, as near or far as it relates to the next person. I have been ‘here’ and yet I haven’t. You…
A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction. Virginia Woolf The above quote has become somewhat of a cliche. In fact, I’ve seen it trounced about in the papers twice in the past two weeks on various different subjects. Just exchange “Fiction” to anything from “scrapbooking” to…
Screw Hi-5 – we’re Charlie and Lola junkies now. This sweet twosome has invaded our house and, frankly, I couldn’t be happier. It all began when Adam gave the kids the DVDs for Christmas and ever since they have been on continual loop. So much so they’re already scratched and so when the picture freezes and…
I read recently that the average microwave, used as an ‘average’ microwave might during the day, uses more power to work the digital clocks (that most have) than it does to heat the food you put in it. So ask yourself – do I need this clock? Or can I turn it off at the…
Updated: Well, I’m here so I break, I suppose, the coda for the day. Never mind. However we did go out this afternoon to a jazz festival and seeing Keira with ice-cream smeared all over her face, dancing to Louis Armstong’s “Lazy ‘Sippi Steamer Going Home” was something I don’t think I’ll ever see again: certainly not…
Happy Australia Day everybody. Please, if you’re interested (and if you’re interested in blogging, you will be) come over to Aussie Bloggers sometime today to read my interview with Mr. Problogger himself, Darren Rowse.
