Recap: The Bachelor Episode 3
Has it only been a week since this kicked off? It feels so much longer. I guess measuring time in TORSO units, it’s about 3 months?
Arting While Mothering
I’d never really thought much about it before, but I would like my offspring to have an appreciation of The Arts. I don’t expect him to be an artist or even have an artistic or creative job necessarily but I would like him to see the value in artistic endeavours.
Recap: The Bachelor episode 2
Holy shit is this thing on AGAIN? Ah crap. Why did I say I’d do this? Well let’s plow in then. We begin with the obligatory “what just happened” montage followed by a “what’s about to happen montage”.
Body spray and walk away
One of the great things about living in the burbs is that you get a little patch to call your own. A small oasis of privacy and calm away from the glare of your fellow citizens. A bit of unkempt backyard and a deck in need of staining to call one’s own, if you will.
Recap: The Bachelor Beginneth!
Okay. Confession time. I know I promised you the recaps but last night when I looked at the TV schedule and realised that the first episode of The Bachelor was on for AN HOUR AND A HALF I nearly bailed then and there.
My Katee Sackhoff Girl-crush
Armageddon Expo. If you’ve never been to the annual pop culture event, it could be because you don’t live in one of the main centres. Or maybe you’re just the kind of person who has no desire whatsoever to come face to face with a zombie.
How beige was my CBD
Central Christchurch. It ain’t what it used to be. I mean, BIG time. New buildings are rising out of the rubble at a surprising rate now (after the last four years anything faster than glacial speed feels pretty giddy) but buildings aren’t people.
Parenting By The Stars (and also me)
Reading is a really big part of my life, as is writing, of course. The idea of not being able to do those things as well as I need to is upsetting to me but that’s the reality for many people living with dyslexia.
The Bachelor NZ: All The Single Ladies
I haven’t watched a competitive dating show in years. The last ones I subjected myself to were ‘Flavor of Love’ and that Bret Michaels one where everyone, and I do mean everyone, was terrible.
Cashing in on street donations
It’s always interesting to have an experience that puts you on the other side of where you usually see things. I did that earlier this week when I took part in Plunket’s annual fundraising drive by shaking a bucket and looking hopefully at people outside my local branch of The Warehouse. Now oftentimes I am…