I’m not going to re-read this, so for any typos, forgive me, I’ll only change it When I was growing up, I swum. A lot. So for ease, I had my hair cut short. I was clumsy, big footed, fell over things, fell over my words and towered over my peers at school. I was … More Ugly ducklings don’t always grow into swans
A couple of you have been in touch since I posted that they’re had been a breach of trust on Facebook. Without going into too many specifics, I think I owe you an explanation, so here goes. I met a group of lovely women in a BellyBelly forum, grouped together by two-week dates, you joined … More A breach of trust
I’ve been trying to find the words for this blog for a while. And I simply can’t find them. So I’m just going to type and see where it takes me. I rummaged around to find one of the posts I wrote on my old blog, (see previous post) about our trip to Adelaide to … More On Lance Armstrong
Either way is, I know I’m not blogging as much as I want to, used to do or even as much as I feel I ought to. I’m not sure the reasons why are of interest, but because there are reasons plural, you can have a read of them: My daily routine doesn’t change that … More Writers block, or out the habit?
After an in-depth discussion yesterday at the Yummy Mummies group, we’ve decided Santa Claus and the belief thereof is peer pressure. Pure and simple. We all agreed that we didn’t want to lie to our children and make-believe in a character that doesn’t exist, but then did we want our children ostracised in the playground … More On Santa Claus
But, I’m thinner than I have been in ages, and I mean, years. Breastfeeding or no, I’m eating healthily because what I get, Archie gets. We are walking every day, even if it’s just round the block, but usually it is over to Chadstone shopping centre or to Oakleigh. We go to the library every … More I’m not one to brag…
Updated; as I forgot to link this to Carole Knits. I never used to have a problem sleeping. Then I separated from my first husband, and since then I struggle, and I mean struggle to sleep. When we first separated, I was scared to go to sleep, as sleep was the only respite from the … More Ten on Tuesday – Insomia edition