• getting silly,  Uncategorized

    Awkwardly Unprepared: Accidental FaceTime.

    Sometimes I do awkward things. I am always embarrassing myself. Just in really little ways. Like that one time you think nobody saw you drop food on yourself at a classy place but they totally did see. Or when you accidentally say, “Good thanks,” when someone says “Good morning!” Or when someone says, “Happy Birthday” to you on your birthday, and you say, “You too” even though it’s not their birthday. That kind of stuff. Yesterday, I outdid myself. I made an accidental FaceTime call. No. I was not naked at the time, thank goodness. But it was awkward. I was at a school carnival event for the Little Mister.…

  • getting silly

    Hey, Priceline lady. Let me live!

    So, recently I decided that I really needed some brown eye liner. Something water proof, retractable (who has time for sharpening that shit). Something that would define my eyes in the day time, without being obvious if it smudged (because I’m always in a mad rush to get ready). Something that would look like I wasn’t really wearing eye make up, even though I totally am. Gotta keep up the illusion that I totally wake up like that, right? OK, so it’s not a very good illusion – not sure I convince anyone – but it makes me feel good, OK? A while back I’d read that it was a…

  • getting silly,  just some thoughts

    3 things that have creeped me out.

    Do any particular things give you the creeps? For some people it’s clowns, for others it’s the fear that if you accidentally drive/park over a snake, it might wrap itself around the undercarriage of your car and kill you later at another location. You know, standard stuff. Seriously, the snake thing. The fear is real. Oh, that just freaks me out? Never mind… But you get the kinds of things I’m talking about. Some are more rational than others. Here are three things that have creeped me out recently (I’ll count them down from least creepy to most creepy like one of those horrible TV shows that count down things…

  • getting silly

    What is up with umbrellas?

    Yesterday a miracle occurred. It was raining and I found my umbrella. Then I actually remembered to take it with me for school drop off. AND…I didn’t break it. AND THEN…I even remembered to bring it back home with me. I KNOW, RIGHT? It might not sound so remarkable to those of you who actually have your shit together, but for me this was a huge achievement. Something I probably won’t even nail next time. But I had to let you know. July the 21st was a momentous day. THE DAY I REMEMBERED MY UMBRELLA. Sorry for the shouty caps. Actually, I am not sorry. See, what usually happens on…

  • Friday Feels,  getting silly

    Friday feels in gifs #3

    It’s Friday. And not a moment too soon! I really struggled this week. Let’s just say it’s almost THAT time of the month. Also, I am not really sure what to expect since my surgery. So that’ll be fun. Wow, I really just dove right into the lady issues overshare right there in the first couple of sentences, didn’t I? I AM NOT SORRY. Because hormones. *ahem* Um…happy weekend? Anyway, sometimes on a Friday, I like to share my day’s feels in gif form. It’s kind of a new thing here. Go with it! Those feels when you wake up and you didn’t know it was possible to sleep so…

  • Friday Feels,  getting silly

    Friday’s Feels in gifs #2

    I had a lot of fun doing this last time and who doesn’t love a bit of TGIF GIF? So I’m bringing it back. Might make it a weekly thing if I can get my shit together (funnily enough this was the topic of my last blog post)! So, here’s my Friday (so far) in gifs! When my 4 year old asks for food and claims he’s absolutely staaaaaarving and cannot go another minute without some kind of nutritional sustenance, even though I’m pretty sure he’s just eaten way more than a normal adult can deal with in one sitting! Damn growth spurt! That time I tried to sit up straight…

  • getting silly,  Uncategorized

    Friday’s feels in gifs.

    Something dumb I thought I’d do this Friday. Because everyone loves a few gifs, right? Witness all of today’s feels in all their glory. Or whatever the opposite of glory is… Waking up and realising you still have a cold, even though you’re supposed to be 100% healthy and deemed suitable to be put under general anaesthetic by next Wednesday – no pressure. Not. Freaking. Out. When you witness your child rubbing the grot from his 2 minute noodle lunch  (don’t even think about judging me for that right now or I’ll cut a bitch) all over the side of his face and in his hair. FOR WHAT REASON? When you’re…

  • getting silly,  travel,  Uncategorized

    How (NOT) to pack a suitcase.

    The countdown is on. In 3 sleeps (I count everything in ‘sleeps’ because I have a four year old and to be honest I am kind of immature when it comes to EXCITING THINGS anyhow), I am going to be on my way to Sydney for what has accidentally become my annual birthday getaway (this being only the second time)! I will be travelling with my parents (who practically live there anyway), sleeping on the fold out couch and shopping, socialising, drinking and eating. Woohoo! I am going for what will essentially be a long weekend. I can’t wait. It’s not long enough away that I start to feel guilty,…

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    True crime obsession confession.

    OK, so I wanted to title this post Netflix and Kill, because I thought I was really funny and original. But alas, google (and my gut feeling) just told me that this is not the case. In fact, Urban Dictionary describes ‘Netflix and kill’ as, “Going over to someone’s house while they are watching Netflix and killing them.” Which is creepy. And now I’ve googled it twice to give you that definition, so if anything happens to anyone while they’re watching Netflix today, I am going to be a suspect. Anywaaaaay…now that I’ve rambled about why my blog post title is not more witty, I’ll get to the point. I love…

  • getting silly,  milestones

    What is this? A handbag for ants?

    When the Little Mister was born, my handbag situation got ridiculous. Every day, a trip to the shops was like moving houses. An overnight stay somewhere took the same preparation time as that of a month long overseas holiday. There was a pram, nappy bag, my handbag…actually, scratch that. For a while, my nappy bag was also my handbag. Because babies don’t give a damn about style. They just need bottles, wipes, mashed up baby food goo, nappies, nappy rash cream, spare outfits (because poop tsunamis), teething toys, bibs blah blah. You name it, I had it in my bag. I was awesomely over-prepared (yet it never felt like it).…