I fucking love a biscuit. Monte Carlo, Kingston, Tim Tam ... let's be honest, I'd walk over my kid to get to a half-eaten Scotch Finger. They have been my downfall since I learned that butter and Vegemite goes on a Milk Arrowroot. Today I had my last biscuit. And it's the third day in … Continue reading The Last Biscuit
I follow Sad Animal Facts on insta and so does my best friend. (@sadanimalfacts – if you don’t you should). She will often send me a post that she thinks is timely, clever or just downright funny. She is particularly clever this friend and this week @sadanimalfacts posted about grey squirrels. The post was all … Continue reading Grey Squirrel – the forests of lost nuts.
All in. It’s not a new concept for anyone but it doesn’t get any less scary the older we get. In my 20s ‘all in’ could have easily referred to a bottle of tequila as much as a lifetime commitment to a new tattoo or spur of the moment overseas holiday. In my late 30s, … Continue reading All In
Being pregnant and pushing a pram it’s a logical assumption for people to make that I have a partner. Man, woman, non-gender identifying - all acceptable, but it rarely crosses a stranger's mind that there isn’t one when my baby is five months old. It’s an assumption but it was one I was prepared for. … Continue reading Swipe Left!
It’s been a while… but the world has changed significantly lately. I survive on blocks of sleep throughout twenty-four hour periods and often wonder ‘is this what sloth’s feel like?’ I have become a mum. After two and half years of fertility treatment, four failed attempts, a major operation and more money than I’d like … Continue reading Lusting for Insta Life
Max Brenner! Max Brenner?? Really channel 10! Max Brenner! Twice a week I spend an entire hour of my time watching a television show my daughter will never be allowed to watch. And tonight the ‘big date’ is bowling (I like bowling, bowling is fine) and a shameless couch snog in the middle of a … Continue reading Bachie’s broken rules
Yep, pregnant. There was no Facebook announcement. No weird photo of my insides in sentimental sepia tones. No staged picture of tiny love heart hands on bellies or saved Pinterest boards with announcement ideas. Getting pregnant has taken a long time and it was one shit fight of a roller coaster to get this far … Continue reading Luckiest girl in the world
Feelings are rough. Someone once told me (she was a professional - I paid her) that choice and feelings were generally not something that went together. They are what they are and as a grown up it's my job to feel them, acknowledge them and then, as a grown up, decide what to do with … Continue reading Feelings: their sadistic plot to fuck with your life.
I like the crazy. The clairvoyant, the cross over, the tarot card readers, angel readers, palmists, all of it. If there was a person who could tell my future by examining the hair that comes out in the shower, I'd go see them. I don't care if they are good students of human behaviour and … Continue reading Magic, 2018 and new resolutions.
Chopping out your stomach is a big decision. It’s a surgical solution to a lifestyle problem and comes with a thousand unexpected side effects both good and bad. No regrets but it’s been an interesting view of the way we see the world.
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