Month: June 2012

Image courtesy of Robert Couse-Baker on Flickr. PISCES (Feb. 19-March 20): Throughout the 16th century and even beyond, European explorers trekked through the New World hunting for the mythical land of El Dorado: the Lost City of Gold. The precious metal was supposedly so abundant there that it was even used to make children’s toys. The quest was ultimately futile, although it led the explorers to stumble upon lesser treasures of practical value — the potato, for example. After being brought over to Europe from South America, it became a staple food. I’m foreseeing a comparable progression in your own…

Thanks so so so much to everybody who has taken the time and effort to give me your thoughts on the blog and where it might go from here. I love you THIIIIIIIIIS much! (PS If you haven’t as yet taken part then please don’t be jealous. I can love you THIIIIIIIIIIS much too! Just click over here.) So I am way out west these school holidays, visiting with my beautiful bestie from high school who lives on a property just out of Meandarra.  “Mean-where-a?” you say. “Mean-takes-7-hours-to-drive-there-a”. Wondrous. So while we are out here, riding 4-wheeler motorbikes in the…

I’m at a bit of a crossroads. Questioning things, shaking things up, trying to work out where to from here. Part of this, in fact a pretty damn big chunk of this, involves working out what direction this blog is going to head in. I’ve got a ton of possibilities – some dramatic, some not so – floating through my little brain, but before I launch myself into a half-baked plan of change, I turn to you. My friends. The good yet sometimes faceless folks who read this little corner of cyberspace. I ask you: why are you here? Not…

I am slowly emerging from the fog that’s been the whirlwind – amazingly so and awfully so – start to this year. In trying to get my head around what the heck this second half of the year is about, I’ve entertained the notion more than once of getting a life coach. In fact, it’s been at the point for a while where I’ve known deep down that it’s exactly what I NEED, but the cost just seemed so prohibitive. Well, last night I signed myself up for the When I Grow Up Coach’s Clubhouse, a very inexpensive and seemingly…

I know I joke a lot onstage and off about how hard is is to raise kids and how much effort is involved just in keeping the damn things alive (this from a woman who has managed through marvellously minimal effort to kill 100% of all plants that have ever been bold/stupid enough to enter her household.) However, what I haven’t spoken often enough about is the sheer awesomeness that kids bring into your world. Really. It disturbs me how as I even write that I feel a knee-jerk reaction to justify it somehow. Or to apologise for saying it,…