Dear Mr DJ in your funky, backwards, wocka wocka cap at the local pub, I have a few little things to point out to you. Last Friday night, you totally lost out BIG time. You see this 40 something Mama was in ‘da house and ready to rip it with her posse. The entourage was…
Mummy Time
Pimp My Pap
I am safely on the wild side of 40, yet I still feel a flush of embarrassment talking about va…vag…vaginas. So you can imagine my hesitation about popping up on the couch and having a stranger rifle through my downstairs ladies department. Two babies later, and I still hear my ridiculous nervous giggle squeak out…
HOW A PAIR OF SLIPPERS CHANGED ME
Last Sunday was Mother’s Day. This year I was away from my little family until the evening, so my lovely husband arranged a special gift in advance. And he nailed it. It’s just that…well…you see…he bought me slippers. Genuine ‘Mum’ slippers. Woolly and warm and cosy and practical and I love them. But…I did have a…
PARTIED LIKE IT WAS 1999
Freedom Friday was flapping wildly at me all week, because the husband and I had pulled out the big guns and secured a babysitter. It was time to dress up, go dancing, get my rock chick on and do some socialising with other adults at a bar. Or…actually…was I meant to dress down? Was dancing…
BONZA BARZURA
You know when you find a place that just ‘fits’? …a place where the food ventures slightly east of your comfort zone, the smiles of the staff and patrons are wide and the view is a complete jaw-dropper? Well, my friends; I found it. Today was ‘taste the freedom’ Tuesday; my work day when both…
WHEN A TAKEAWAY CURRY ISN’T ENOUGH : DATE CRATE TO THE RESCUE
*I was gifted the October Date Crate to review, but as always, I write what I think hence all opinions are my own. I totally shaved my legs, because romance is NOT dead in our home. Date night lives on, though it may have changed a little. Those nights of long and lavish restaurant meals…
TAKE A CAPTAIN COOK AT THIS!
It had been a long week. Kids snotty noses and a slight setback in my daughter’s toilet training meant I was shattered. I was completely over dealing with bodily fluids and I was eyeing off Saturday like a toblerone in diet week. The promise of a whole day out with my husband (you know, the…
STAYING CLASSY…WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIEND
THERE WILL BE STYLE Is it bitchy to say that one of my secret fantasy moments is to hit up a fancy shop, twirl importantly with my bag of purchases bought from other stores, and drop the classic Pretty Woman bomb, “You people work on commission, right? Big mistake. HUGE”? Well, recently I managed an…
A REAL THIGH SLAPPER
So… Ummmm… Are you sitting down for this? I joined a gym. Yes; you read that correctly my lovely people. I have slipped that little nugget in as many conversations as possible over the last fortnight, and I must admit, that actually feels better than a session in the sweat box itself. I need to…
CRUMMY TO YUMMY
Yummy Mummy? Me? You bet your sweet, dimpled derriere, my friends. Let me catch you up here. Some of you may have seen that my diva daughter (believe EVERYTHING you see about this threenager debacle, people, because this phenomena is REAL, I can promise you that!!) has started tantrums. Not just the squawking ‘I wants’;…
