Month: May 2010

I’ve been so mega-inspired of late that it’s probably borderline illegal somewhere in this crazy world. Last weekend I did a TV presenting workshop which just has me rearing like a horse at a gate, slobbering like a Pavlov pup and whining like a teething toddler. Don’t get me wrong, this development hasn’t been like a bolt out of the blue, in that I’ve always really thought that TV was the place I wanted to be. But now, it’s like I know. Like, KNOW KNOW. You know? Then of course, there’s this e-course I keep blabbing on about. Sigh. It’s…

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So today is a good day. A GREAT day, even! Why? Because today I did two amazing things that I think might just change my life. 1) Joined the gym. Then forced my hubby to join with me. With 6 months of free CHILDCARE thrown in no less (Shazam! Kapow! Insert other highly motivated cheer of glee here!) Meaning we can have date nights as often as we want! On spin bikes if we choose! Wearing heart rate monitors! AWESOME! 2) Signed up for this incredible e-course. I know it’s incredible because I’ve already been mega inspired by just reading…

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Okay, okay, so this photo is now 2 months old, but given that at the time we were just post-accident and hospital stay and without internet access (oh, how I have missed you, let me count the ways!!) then I feel more than a little justified putting these up now. Firstly, because we did very, very little to celebrate our littlest one’s 1st birthday so in my mind, a little strutting in cyberspace cannot be a bad thing. Secondly (and more importantly), because my cake – collapsing as it was – totally rocked it. Heck yeah. In fact, here’s another…

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I never thought I’d start a post by quoting Bart Simpson, but seriously, after today’s all-you-can-wipe buffet of vomit, snot and nappy explosions so intense that they had to shut down Heathrow yet again, there’s only one way to kick this thing off: Aye Caramba! I don’t know what I did in a past life, but I’m starting to have a sneaking suspicion that I did something – not horrifyingly awful, but just slow and painful, like tapping somebody on the head oh so lightly with an egg-beater for about forty years. Either that, or I nagged my husband to…

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Car accidents, hospital stays, ensuing never-ending medical dealings, house-moving and now, the latest saga, my poor littlest darling, all 15 months of him, has had his leg – and simultaneously my heart – broken on his first day at his new day-care this week. Ah me. After all the drama of this year, I think we ALL needed a bit of a ridiculously elaborate celebratory bash. And, we reasoned, the 2nd littlest man’s 6th birthday seemed to qualify on both counts of: a) peaking excitement at the entire concept of birthday-dom; and b) potential to be remembered for the duration…

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