Big-brained or not, Paul Henry’s not welcome in my house
OPINION: It’s not every day you get quoted by the NZHerald.co.nz without realising it. In this case it doesn’t even have anything to do with my ponytail, which, given that I haven’t been to see my hairdresser in about 8 months (sorry, Jeff!), is at a length that would be considered “tantalising” by a certain head of…
Get your Star Wars on
I have been feeling the Star Wars love a lot lately and have been noticing more and more non-specialty stores stocking Star Wars merchandise which is kind of why I got all excited and wrote a little happy shopping list thing. Read Geek Edit: Star Wars on Cake Oven.
Toastbusters
We all have our quirks and preferences. Luckily mine are mostly harmless. But having figured out what my preferences are, I do like to indulge in them if I can. I want my cider without ice. I want my peanut butter crunchy. Nobody will be maimed if I don’t get these things but I will…
All toddlers are psychopaths
Hi. It’s been a little while since I last wrote. There are a few reasons for that, which if you’re interested, you can read about on my website. But for today I’d like to talk about toddlers, specifically the way in which they are like Joe Pesci (it’s not just that they’re short with high-pitched…
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Why the blog hiatus?
I haven’t blogged in a long time. About a month. There are a few reasons for this. I started working full-time again and have found it pretty tiring. Even before that there was stuff that went down that was pretty full on and not fun. You don’t need the details but things got pretty awful…
Do you know where your toddler is?
Since returning to full-time employment after having a child I’ve faced a number of obstacles. Most of them are The Master’s toys which are strewn from one end of the house to the other. But certainly the removal of daytime naps from my life has been a sad loss.
The difficulties of maternal giftware
It’s Mother’s Day on Sunday. You probably already know this due to the plethora of mailers and store displays encouraging you to show your mother how much you love her by shelling out some money and buying her a gift or two.
Sad brides and gypsohila
As an engaged person, I am technically in an “in between” state, maritally speaking. I often have to remind myself that being engaged sort of entails an intent to marry, which means … a wedding.
Serving you isn’t the same as liking you
It’s a long time ago now, but I once worked in hospitality. It’s an unusual industry. Ostensibly you’re there to serve food and drinks but a large part of your job is keeping the general atmosphere enjoyable and, for lack of a better word, “jolly”.