Category: questions

I am absolutely crap, as in CRAPPEDY CRAP CRAP CRAP at keeping up with comments on my youtube channel. Facebook on the other hand? I’m a genius. But youtube? Forget it. But today, I caught up. I always brace myself before I ever check these random commenters’ posts, readying for for the punch in the guts that could just be round the corner. But…the ones I uncovered today – and then sheepishly replied to these many months after they were originally posted! – were actually rather lovely. This one stood out, re: last year’s home tour video: “Keep up the…

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I don’t google myself anymore. I don’t search for my name on Twitter. Not because I’m not a self-obsessed narcissist (I am) but because if somebody’s saying something nasty about me online, I’d just rather not know. Then the other day, while checking out comments on my charity fundraiser photo which a dear friend had kindly shared on her wall, I saw a comment from somebody I don’t know, referring to me: “I didn’t think she was funny.” Cue me trying my best to fulfil my desire to be one of those cool people who just doesn’t give a hoot…

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Image courtesy of Rachel Awes. Print available by clicking image.  In my recent call-out for help on the “where the heck is this blog going?” variety, one of the questions I posed was, “if you could sit down with me to talk about anything at all, what would it be?” The responses gave me just about enough material to fill at least a few self-indulgent volumes, however the one that’s really been niggling at me ever since it jumped off the screen at me was this: “What do you believe?” My initial thought process in response went a little something…

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Little Miss 8 patted my tummy this week and said this: “Just look at my old home. There’s probably cobwebs in there by now. And I forgot to make the beds. And the grass needs mowing. You need to get somebody to live in there now!” Oh dear Lord. The thing is, I’m not adverse to the idea of having another. I love kids. In fact, I find babies ridiculously more-ish. Kinda like Tim-Tams. (They even make me fat.) My indecision is not so much based on “if”, but on “when.” In some ways I think if we really are…

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UPDATE: Just got this facebook message from another of my ‘sorry I can’t friend you on my personal page’ recipients, a lovely lass called Manda. Haha, so it would seem, there are beautiful peeps in the world also. My heart can rest. Le sigh. Hey Jenny, Haha no no mental blank, we definately don’t know one another ‘personally’, I saw your stand up routine at the powerhouse a few weeks ago and wanted to keep track of where you’ll be performing next. You are one funny bitch… Thanks for giving my pelvic floor a good work out. I’ll check out…

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