It’s true to say that I am probably a bit of a worrier. Ok, a downright panic merchant. So when Busy-And-Important-Husband called me during his lunch break yesterday to announce he had enrolled our nearly seven year old Boy-Who-Asks-Questions into a sailing school on Sydney Harbour, this self-confessed helicopter parent nearly flung a blade. Black Hawk down! Black Hawk down! The idea entered … [Read more...]
Same but different
See this photo of my sister scaring the bejesus out of me? It’s one of my earliest memories. The prank was a joint effort between my sister and my mum. My mum lured me to the front garden under the ruse of taking some photos of me to send to relatives in England. Ever obliging in front of a camera, I happily proceeded to pose and prance amongst the greenery. Meanwhile my sister was lying low … [Read more...]
“It’s not a toomah”…and other internal face-slaps
That headache is not a tumour. Millions of people around the world have headaches every day and they also don’t have tumours. There are many benign reasons behind headaches: blocked sinuses, strained eyes, sore neck muscles…last night’s red wine. Just because the lady on the television the other night had a tumour does not mean your headache is probably a tumour. I repeat: that headache is not a … [Read more...]
Confessions of a nosey parker
Chances are that during the course of this 30-day blogging challenge, in a desperate bid to find content, I’m probably going to reveal some things about myself that perhaps you didn’t know.Like, the fact that I was once a professional Cancan dancer. Yep. Kid you not. That job actually got me through university (well, and also a lot of help from mum and dad).Or, that I can do a pretty mean ‘running … [Read more...]
The blushing blogger
My friend leaned over the table towards me.“Why do you blog?” she whispered, head low like she was asking me for my favourite sexual position.I blushed. I don’t know why I blushed. But I did. “I dunno. I just like to,” I said uncomfortably.We stared at each other for a few seconds before letting off a burst of diversionary inane chatter about the weather…if we should order the chicken or the … [Read more...]
Before we take off…*
I’m not a great flyer, something my friends, family and readers of this blog know full well. However, when your husband comes from the other side of the globe, you’ve just got to deal with it (my preferred method is to drink lots of champagne).For a nervous flyer, I’ve flown quite a bit in my time. And as a result, so have my kids - they’ve been hauled onto countless long haul flights since the … [Read more...]
Hallo-freak’n-ween
There is a street in Sydney’s north that is famous for Halloween. Every year hundreds of families descend on it to knock on doors in search of treats. I live on that street. Which is probably why I curse Halloween like a witch spitting chips.When we first moved here over a year ago, I’d heard it was a popular destination for trick or treaters. No one seems to know why, although some like to point … [Read more...]
The woman in the iron apron
There is a pile of aprons steadily growing in my kitchen cupboard. Freshly folded, brightly coloured, some with cutesy slogans or the odd pink frill. ‘Subtle’ gifts from various members of my family – my mother, my sister, Busy-And-Important-Husband – in hope they will one day be put to good use. But no matter how funny the slogan or how cute the frill, it ‘aint ever going to happen people. I … [Read more...]
Compulsive truth telling
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...]
Confessions of a neurotic thinker
If you’ve read my blog before, you’re probably aware that I’m a little on the melodramatic side. Anxious even. So when I read Kerri Sackville’s ‘The Little Book of Anxiety’ I heaved a massive sigh of relief.There is someone else in the world who worries when they’re not worried because that means something awful WILL happen, so it’s better to panic just in case. IT’S NOT JUST ME! Hallelujah! Since … [Read more...]