I think that’s a given. Or a known. But although it is known that chicks whinge, not every (or many) guys seem to know what to do with that (beyond feel hounded, criticised or nagged) and not every (or many) woman accepts it’s OK for her to do that or always knows how … Read the rest
I have had what could only be described as a sensational year. Which is not to say it didn’t have it’s challenges, but if you told me that by the end of 2015 I would be here I may not believed you EXCEPT that I was clear that here is where I wanted to be, … Read the rest
I didn’t actually ever think I suffered tension around menstruation. Except the tension I feel about that actual word. It’s just ugly. Almost as bad a perimenopausal . Gag.
Anyhoooo, not the point of this. I just want to talk about my ignorance of my own moods and thank all the crazy, nasty PMT bitches … Read the rest
I want to tell a story about yesterday. And then perhaps it will make sense.
My youngest daughter – the JBaby – turned 5 yesterday. It seems crazy to me that my littlest little is now 5 years old. How did that happen? How could I have foreseen where 5 years would take us?
The … Read the rest
Yep. It’s going to be whinge central. So if you’re not bothered with whinging or my middle-class Bogan drama please stop reading. If you feel the need to tell me to feel grateful for the opportunity to go on overseas holiday and that I have healthy children, please just don’t. Not today. Not ever. I … Read the rest
I feel like it could only happen to me. To get my first Brazilian wax totally accidently in Bali. When I did not, nor haven’t ever really, wanted a Brazilian. But anyway, for anyone else out there who wants to know how (or how not) to have thIs happen to you, here’s the low-down on … Read the rest
These reason are mostly according to my fourth daughter, Miss 4. However you will see that some reasons are supported by all my children. And even me.
Sometimes I like to bemoan with her about her poor luck in her mother, and offer her options for other Mums. So far she has only requested my … Read the rest
There were three brown haired girls. They came into our life at the park, by default I guess of the fact that their Dad and I had been spending lots of time talking on the phone and he brought them to my town to meet me.
I knew about them all since they were born … Read the rest
There’s a half told story about a girl who went to University to become a Marine Biologist.
Not for very scientific reasons (she’s now prepared to admit) but because it sounded like an adventure. And it was. She moved from her home to the furthest point on the continent on which she lived to study … Read the rest
That would possibly be the best word to describe the past year. Unless a word like anarchyawesome existed. Or fuckedupcool. Or suckasssuperb.
It was not at all the year I expected. I wrote about the year before about a year ago today, and I imagined that 2014 was going to be much of … Read the rest