Easter, Eavesdropping, and the end of Extroversion.

Ah crap, I already screwed up my resolution to post once a week. Now you can see why things like “will learn to run 5km without death” and “try to answer the phone without fear” end up as nice ideas instead of solid accomplishments when I set goals. We went away for a few days…

Morning Glory

Don’t worry, I’m not oversharing. It was NOT that kind of morning. For some magical reason we all slept in a little today.  I was up late last night having heart palpitations because an interview I had given with the glorious Millie Elder-Holmes had been posted on her blog (here)  and I realised that people might actually read…

#mumfashion. Apparently I’m doing it wrong. 

So, I put it out there on A Questionable Method’s Facebook page (here)  that I was going to attempt to write a post a week. Probably. Well, maybe. This is more for me than you. It was another one of those well-intentioned New Year’s Resolutions, and being that it’s almost April I figured it may…

Fire in the hole.

Now that the helicopters have pretty much left the premises, and the smell of smoke has drifted further a field, I have decided it is acceptable to write about the time the hills caught on fire and we had to abandon our cat. If you live in Christchurch, Canterbury you will know there was a…

Two girls walk into a pub 

I am committing sleep hygiene crime here. I’m writing this post on my phone, lying on my side, illuminated only by the auto brightness setting. I should’ve just had the warm milk… I may as well write this post in reverse chronological order (because that’s how my brain functions at this time.) It’s 2.50am and…

Silent night.

I usually write a post about Christmas at this time. It’s usually not really about the joy and the gratitude, but rather the stress and the hostility. But I’m not going to do that this year. This year is going to be different. This year, I plan to be zen as f*ck. How have I…

Clean up in Aisle 3.

Apologies for the two week halt on posts.. it happens. I have considered writing a blog-a-day. Then I realised the daily immortalizing of my often non-eventful, non adventures may bore some readers to tears, so weekly-slash-fortnightly is as good as I can do right now. Today, friends, I’d like to talk about fear. Not the…

I’ll pass on the Orange Shake thanks.

Holy mother of all things orange and raging. This has been the worst week since that time I won the  Canterbury Regional Athletic Sports for High Jump (first letters capitalised because that’s how exciting it was when I was 11), then went home to ride my bike, crash into my (overly large, but no judgement) neighbor…

99 bottles of beer on the wall….

One evening after dinner, but before all the kids were down for the night, James and I had a beer. Okay, a bourbon and coke. Okay two. We sat there, and smiled at each other. James looked at his drink, then at me, then at the room where the kids were hanging out. “Wouldn’t parenting…

At least I packed the booze: A family Holiday.

I know. I shouldn’t complain. Complaining will make me sound like a giant asshole. But, this is day three and I have nearly run out of bourbon, so. We are on holiday. In New Zealand, this is the last set of school holidays they have before the break up (and out) for the year. It’s…

The Orange Shirt of Adulthood.

I have a pretty good arse. It’s okay to say it. And, if that sentence makes you uncomfortable, here is a picture of a puppy. You can just stare at that while I keep writing. As a teenager (like, the short time before I went full motherhood) I liked to wear an assortment of clothing…

Oh The Redundancy

This may be the most boring post on this blog. I mean, even the title makes you want to skip ahead. Next please. But if by some kindness, or affinity for my ramblings, you are still reading, Cheers. The part about the title? Well, I’m glad you asked. I am referring to the name of…