Yes, I just used the word vagina in the title of my post. As far as words for genitals go I have always found it lacking somewhat but the thing is, that’s the word. I happily say penis to my son so I am just going to have to get over the word vagina.
It has been more than 2 months since my last
confession post, are you still be there to hear my bitching and moaning? Continue reading
Back in January I decided to do something crazy being the new year and all and deprive myself of a good portion of almost everything I normally eat for 21 days. It was all in the name of detox Dr Joshi’s alkalising body detox to be exact.
Dr Joshi and I don’t actually know each other but as this is not my first run around his deprivation course I feel like we are old friends. I have actually kept a few of his little detox eating habits from the first time we hung out so I was really interested to see what my take homes would be from this time around. I thought one month after the end would be a good time to check out what has stuck and what hasn’t. Continue reading
There I was in my last post announcing that you’d be waiting at least a week before hearing from me again when all along I had a post coming out today. Surprise!
This is the decoy post, the real post is hanging out over at the gorgeous Perfection Pending where the hilarious and beautiful Meredith keeps house. Have you been to her house before? If not, then you need to go. Well, you need to go to read my post, but then you need to stay and poke around. She has nice things. Seriously.
My post, funnily enough, is about how I found my imperfect patience and as a result changed from a mostly screaming banshee to a mostly calm mummy (ahem I said mostly). See how that ties in with how I was keeping you patient? Do you like that? I’m tricky sometimes.
Thanks for going over there to check it out. Me love you long time.
Hi blogging world!
How goes it? I’ve missed you all terribly but I have also really loved my little hiatus. It has given me the head space I needed to think a few things through and figure out what to do with business ideas and blogging and the fact that 24 hours in any given day doesn’t seem to be enough.
I basically figured out that when it came to blogging I was constantly compromising on my posts. I have a bunch of things I really want to write about but all require research and research takes time and I just feel I don’t have it. So in the end I’d sacrifice the research piece for something I can post in less than hour and while sometimes this was good and it was fun, I was never really reaching the goal I had in my own mind.
So, where to from here? Continue reading
THE SPECIAL MESSAGE
So it’s like this lovelies, I am taking a wee break. There are lots of things going on here at the moment. There’s a business idea floating around and I’m doing lots of reading and learning to see if I can make it and some other ideas work and sadly, I am fresh out of time for anything else.
Turns out that while I can multi task, 7,537 tasks is actually about one task too many.
It makes me sad as I love my blogging but it is only a wee break. After only 2 weeks I’ll be back to regale you with my nonsense.
See you for my next post on 4 March.
I love Valentine’s Day. I really do. I KNOW it’s a Hallmark holiday. I get it. I don’t care.
It’s all mushy hearts and flowers and even though I practice being a tough bitch on the outside, I am really quite romantic and sensitive on the inside. I want the flowers at work; the romantic dinner; the box of chocolates; the serenading at my window (not by you creepy weird guy); the blah blah vomit blah. Continue reading
This is the phrase you hear bandied about by pregnant people who opt not to find out the gender of their unborn child. I get it, you don’t want to find out. I didn’t want to either. I figured this would be the biggest surprise of my life so might as well wait until the big moment. But our circumstances were different than I’d planned. Daddy bear was living 10 hours away from me and in-utero child so I decided to let him win that round in the hope that it would help him feel more involved in the process. Let’s face it, pregnancy is very much an external process for the guys. Anyway, it worked for us and I have no regrets and each to their own I say.
But this, this ‘we want to save it for a surprise” reason, is amusing. So I’m going to bang on about it for a bit and have a laugh. Continue reading