Oh my gosh, I’m sooooo peeved off. I mean everything, just everything is going wrong today and it effs me off. I just need a break – seriously!
Let’s get angry at:
- The car that didn’t merge with the road lines, and cut me off!
- The telemarketer ringing me right when I’ve sat down for dinner.
- The fact that I was in such a whirlwind fluster to leave this morning, because my alarm didn’t go off; that I am wearing the wrong underpants that ride up all the time and their polka dots are showing through my dress.
- The cat’s vomited on the doorstep, and now I’ve stood in it.
- A bird that has just shat on my newly washed car.
- Why do the radio stations always play ads at the same fricken time?
- The leaves that have blown all through the house and I have to pick them up.
- My daughter who is having another tantrum over her outfit that she’s wearing today – it’s cold, but she won’t put on a jacket.
- Why the heck would those people just stop right in front of me on the footpath? I mean, can’t they hug, to the side?!!
- Ughhhh… the only mail that I get is bills – and all at once!
- My husband who tried to clean the bathroom, but he can’t even do it properly. I might as well just do it all myself!
- How I’ve been walking around with sushi rice stuck to my shirt since lunchtime, and I had an important meeting this afternoon.
Hold up, there; just for a moment. Continue reading
I love a good epiphany that smacks you in the face while you are in the midst the most mundane of activities. This one is from when I was mowing the lawns last weekend; pushing that machine back and forth into a green gridded pattern.
I am a procrastinator. You know the kind, when you have all of the time in the world to do things and you make up all of the excuses in the world not to do them. These are the interruption excuses; the ‘oh I’ll just get up and make a cup of tea’ instead of continuing on my writing mojo. I am notorious for this form of self-sabotage. Continue reading
It’s Mother’s Day and I’ve been baking for Mum. I made scones to say ‘I love you’, and to say ‘Thanks for housing me in your womb and pushing me out, only to have adult me living in your spare room – please don’t push me out.’
The scone baking fell flat. For the first time I actually had a ‘scone fail’. Instead of high-rising happiness, the dough pffted all over the oven tray into long blobs. This was the only day that I didn’t want to screw up scones, because I didn’t want to balls up my ‘Thank You’, to Mum. Continue reading
There is a lot going on in the world, there always is. But as I get older, as I learn, as I grow, as I feel, it just seems like more and more. Devastating earthquakes, riots, the impending closure of communities, death sentences, cyclones, missing kids, cancer constantly biting human lives… the list would be an endless page that rolls upon the floor and out the door. It makes my heart quiver with sadness. Continue reading
I’ve written about it before, I am a self-confessed crappy cycler. When I’m descending hills, I hold the brakes to the point where the bike is at a standstill. I wobble with nerves when vehicles drive past me. I clip my chin skin into the straps when I put on a helmet. I feel like a calamity waiting to happen. But, when I was feeling pretty low, I knew that this would get me out of a rut. Continue reading
My name is NJ. I am your fifth grandchild, and if you were still around, I would probably be your favourite. Just ask your wife; she knows. We have never met, but I wish that you had been around long enough for me to give you a hug.
When I was a kid, I would ask what happened, why did you die? The answer was always the same, “Because of the war.” What did the war do to you?
I’ve been told that you got married to Nana on a Friday at the courthouse, then had your weekend-long honeymoon, followed by your deployment to Africa. Nana was a mighty fine lady, one of my most favourite people in the world, so I trust that she wouldn’t just marry any old bugger. That must’ve been hard, saying goodbye; not knowing when you’d come back, not knowing if you’d come back. Continue reading
Death is all around us; from the rotting carcass of a gnarly old tree, to the flattened hedgehog kicked to the side of the road, to the bouquet of flowers that hang their heads low from the lip of a vase; dispersing petals that fray and curl.
Death surrounds us. It is part of the norm. It is on our television screens at 6 o’clock. It happens to the villain on the silver screen, that we have paid to go and see. It is across the front page of the daily rag. How many lives lost – 1, 2, 3… 128? An accompanying picture and a thousand words… words that tell us how to feel about this, words that tell us whose side we are on. ‘Oh that’s horrible’, as we turn the page, change the channel, look away. Continue reading
When people ask me about my travel last year, there is one experience that is at the forefront of my memory and features heavily in my regaling – the time I watched a beard competition. This will go down in the history books of my memory. Continue reading
We wake up.
We open our eyes to a new day.
But what is life? Continue reading
Travel is a whirlwind adventure filled with wonderment, adventure, escapism, and personal growth. You put yourself out there, out of the security of your bubble and into the unknown – sometimes a little, sometimes a lot.
Everything was going great and everything was wonderful – until I freaked out. I had experienced lots of little mini freak outs on this journey because typically I’m a scheduler; ones about not having booked places to stay or upcoming flights, ones about going back to places where I’d been with Mr T… but nothing had prepared me for panic attacks. The only things that I thought would meltdown in Switzerland, was the cheese under a hot grill or the chocolate in my mouth. Continue reading