Y'know. Pretty much everything. It's just not how I imagined it to be when I was running around the povvo pool in my undies back in the 1970's and 80's. I thought I'd grow up to be 16, my name would change to Debbie or Stephanie (I thought these names were MOST sophisticated around my… Continue reading Well, this hasn’t quite worked out the way I thought it would.
I'm going grey. I thought this was ok with me. It turns out it isn't. After I had Miss 5, I noticed there were some white and silver bits of hair appearing on the old noggin. I thought it was charming. Fool. Some 3 years ago, I made an outlandish (hindsight is 20/20) statement to… Continue reading Do I wash that gray right out of my hair?!
Hello my friend!It’s always so lovely to receive one of your emails, they are both informative and witty – as one ought to expect coming from a man possessing these same attributes. All is travelling along nicely as we count down the days until school returns for the almost 8 year old and begins for the… Continue reading School Holiday Fun Times
Now, let it be said that I am almost without exception, a liker of people. I like that they are not all the same, that they opine - at times wildly and without actual thought - in a manner different to moi. Or not that differently, if that example is anything to go by. I… Continue reading How to Dislike in These Politically Correct Times
So the day prior to Mother's Day, our annual celebration of mothers an all that we do, The Groom and I had a "heated discussion" regarding what, if anything, I actually DO all day. The poor pet drives to work and back each day, suffering through countless meetings, luncheons and time spent on the computer.… Continue reading The Nothing That I Do
Well, what a lovely holiday we're having here at the Homestead. First, we have a massive lice outbreak, featuring largely in the head of our 7 year old. I removed at least 40, yes FORTY live adults from his scone in one sitting after he wouldn't go to sleep the first night of our holidays… Continue reading Ahhh, the holidays…
If you'd wandered into my home a 1/2 an hour ago, you would have witnessed a five foot five mixed breed former country chick apoplectic with rage. Those of you who knew me in my younger years may not quite be quaking with shock at this revelation. These days, however, I have mostly overcome my… Continue reading Angry Bird