I have a confession to make. It’s about a condition I have suffered since childhood. I can’t help but reveal the truth. I am an open book. A hopeless liar. My compulsive truth telling usually manifests itself in a dose of too-much-information-itis when a casual acquaintance innocently asks me: “How are you today Lisa?”“Oh, I’m great thanks,” I politely answer. But then I start to think…and … [Read more...]
Archives for August 2012
The sparkly pants
So, last week I bought these from Sass and Bide."I don't get it? That's at least a year's worth of schmackos."When I modeled them for Busy-And-Important-Husband his eyes nearly popped out of his head. Then an awkward silence followed, punctuated by a stupid grin.“What?” I asked. “WHAT? Oh no…you don’t like them!” I moaned.“No, I like them. It’s just that they’re not something you’d usually buy. … [Read more...]
Turning 40
Next week, I turn 40. But right now I AM 39!I AM 39! I AM 39! I AM 39! (Just want to make sure I never forget how that feels.)In the lead-up to turning *cough* 40, many thoughts have filled my head. Thoughts I have found too hard to put into words.So, I decided it was time for another vlog.If you are about to turn 40, I hope you find my Melodramatic Reflections on turning 40 a source of comfort. … [Read more...]
To chop or not to chop…
There is a debate currently taking place in my household: whether or not we should stop my husband’s sperm from entering his seminal stream*.Is it time for my Busy-And-Important-Husband to finally get the snip? Or the chop, as I like to lovingly call it.Now, Busy-And-Important-Husband wouldn’t have the greatest pain threshold I’ve ever seen. A bump or scrape usually results in howls worthy of an … [Read more...]
Frozen
It’s happening to me. I’m frozen. Rooted to the spot. I really need to write.So…what shall I write about?This? Nah – too boring. Who'd want to read this?That? Nah – too controversial. That will definitely get me in trouble.Damn it. I’m stuck. Maybe I’m just crap?Write. Just write. It doesn’t matter what anyone thinks. Write like no one is reading. Isn’t that what they say?Poppy cock. It’s quality … [Read more...]