We went to an OXFAM book sale on the weekend. Grabbing books indiscriminately off the tables, we came home with a glut of treasures. This is the inside of Peyton Place. The first 12 pages are ripped out. When I first discovered this, I was a tad annoyed, until I read the message on the…
Here’s what I remember (probably the only thing I remember) from high school science: Bunsen burners can burn two kinds of flame; the orange flame and the blueish, translucent flame. The blue flame is the hotter kind. Yesterday, when the children were napping (yes, Riley’s sleeping again, thank God) and then again last night, I…
I’ve been reading everybody’s comments to yesterday’s post, and I’m here chuckling. There are some whacked out sub-consciousnesses out there! Some might might that perturbing; I find it outstanding! I tell you, it’s been a lovely distraction too, because my son has decided he’ll give insomnia a try as a hobby. Just, you know, because…
How am I feeling now, you ask? Well, thank you for remembering I have been under the weather. Finally, finally I went to the doctors on Monday, and was given medication which has helped immensely. But the fact that it has helped immensely also means that I need to be referred to a ENT (Ear,…
Disclaimer: I am pre-menstrual. Still, I think anyone would be aggravated at the following: I forgot to pre-pay my exit ticket at a car-park in the city today. As I dashed out of the car, swearing, because the kids were going psycho in the backseat, the car behind me lets out a frustrated “TOOT!” of…
Read / October 12th, 2007
Psychoanalysis? That’s something to do with Freud, isn’t it? * To talk about Freud in the 21st century is almost to invite conjecture and doubt, especially when we specifically referring to Literature and creativity. This is because in its early years, psychoanalysis did suffer from over-applied textual analyses. If a text contained imagery or description…
There is a not-so-quiet revolution at the moment in the Internet Realm; mothers everywhere, sick of being vilified and demoted as Citizens by some minorities, have decided to stand up and say, “I have breastfed; I am breastfeeding. I have not, I chose not to, yet I support any who are. We will be sisters…
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…
