I ate an entire box of chocolates in one day and I didn't share them with anyone. It was Easter, which I know is about Jesus and stuff, but heathens that we are it tends to be about the chocolate in our house. It was a bit of a dud Easter to be honest. A case of gastro put paid to our usual family lunch. So in the end we sat around on the … [Read more...]
Bucket Lists and Bloopers
Remember when I worked out my bucket list and one of the items on the list was set foot on each of the seven continents? There isn't the faintest possibility of that happening, not while we are living in a financial black hole of casual jobs and owner building. So imagine my surprise when I saw My Destination's Biggest Baddest Bucket List … [Read more...]
So I Had To Write A Letter To My Daughter
Dear Hippie Child It's very late at night but I'm still up because the school has given me homework and I'm in trouble because I haven't got it done. They wrote to us asking us to write a letter for you to receive on camp telling you why we love you, your best attributes and what we hope for your future. They have already rung asking where … [Read more...]
Household Tips For The Domestically Challenged
I'm not sure how it happened. One minute I was keeping my surname, planning a career, ready to take on the world the next I was living in the suburbs with two little aliens (some people would call them children, they would be wrong). The irony of my becoming a housewife induced side-splitting laughter amongst my friends. Me, the woman who served … [Read more...]
Designing A Perfect Life
Ages ago I wrote a post asking what is a perfect life? It seems a lot of people are seeking the answer to that question because it's the number one search term used to find my blog, just above "how do you make smores". I often think how disappointed the searchers must be to discover a middle-aged woman arguing with her teens, wondering what the … [Read more...]
Love and Other Injuries
Whenever someone refers to me as "Mrs W" it always means trouble. Having never adopted my married name when people start the conversation with "Are You Mrs W" it means either a telemarketer trying to sell me something or my husband has another crisis. The last time I was addressed in such a way it was a cardiologist informing me my husband had had … [Read more...]
Animal Farm
Yesterday here at Shambles Manor it was all butterflies and flowers as I wrote a lovely post to my eldest daughter in honour of her 16th birthday. Today, well the atmosphere has grown decidedly icy, you could grow stalagmites. You see, turns out I am an evil mother. At the last-minute I purchased tickets to see a play, without consulting, … [Read more...]
Sweet Sixteen
Dear Hippie Child In 1997 John Howard was Prime Minister, Princess Di was still on the magazine covers, Barbie Girl was a hit song and The Castle was making us laugh in the cinema. Meanwhile at the old Royal Women's Hospital in Paddington a woman, with a pain threshold so low ripping off a bandaid could generate bouts of hysterical weeping, … [Read more...]
Woman and Choices
The whole "can women have it all" debate is up and running again. Deputy Leader of the Opposition, Julie Bishop, stated in an interview this weekend that women can't have it all. "I'm in the Anne-Marie Slaughter school - women can't have it all. They can have plenty of choices, but at the end of the day, they choose something which means they … [Read more...]
Trapped in an Automated Hell
I miss human beings. You know those brave souls who used to man the customer service hotlines for the big companies, the telcos, the electricity, the banks and god forbid Centrelink (the place that handles the Government payments to the unemployed, the ill and families). I seem to have spent weeks trying to sort out an assortment of issues with … [Read more...]
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