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1. You’re taking a three month holiday, no expenses spared, do you cruise the oceans or fly the skies? A little bit of both, there is this cruise that leaves from San Francisco that goes down and around Alaska. I’d do that and then hang out in San Francisco for a while after I got back. SUCH a pretty city.…

I don’t think there would anything worse than having a blocked nose and not knowing how to blow it. Or to sneeze and have no idea what it is. To freak out a little because you throw up and don’t know why. It’s tough work being a kid, I think. And that’s just a sick…

Basic Tee – Autograph Cardie – Mix Apparel Scarf – Autograph Skirt – Target Shoes – Payless Bag – Autograph In the interest of full disclosure, I had to up the saturation on these images because it was just so darn gloomy here. It must have a glow feature in it. Because it turns out,…

Last week {or was it early this week, oh goodness, I don’t remember} Amy put out the call for guest posters. Also being her friend on facebook I knew that her husband had a sports related injury {aka he smashed his face}. The two WERE related. With a big week ahead Amy needed some help…

When I write I like noise. Background noise though not noise that goes along the lines of Melissa, Melissa, hey, what you doing. Oi, Melissa this thing happened… Hey Melissa..! Sooo, cafe’s are my favourite place to work. Ridiculously cliché, I know. This morning I dropped my car off for its first service {they grow up…

Sometimes you guys send me an email asking for some help. It might even be a tweet or a message left on the facebook wall. What should I wear? I’ve got this thing and I need outfit ideas. I try and help where I can. Mostly because I love to shop with other people’s money.…

You know that moment when you just start to let things slip. Tax, eating right, excercising, doing your hair… And things kind of suck. The weight of the stuff you haven’t done starts to crush you. You wake up at night. You make lists in your mind. Day after day those lists gets bigger.  …

Sometimes I wonder if I am turning into a Dad. Not my Dad, we are all quite clear I am very much like MY Dad. But this concern arises from the fear I’m turning into a Daaaaad Dad. A Dad of bad Dad joke fame. I love to crack myself up {another sign} with jokes…

Last night a post went live. A post that is well outside of my comfort zone. A post where I passed on some sage advice gathered in the trenches of life and implored the reader to take. Save yourselves, I shouted, save yourseeeeeeeeelves. Drama implied, of course. And then I realised my tongue was very firmly…

But it didn’t. This page was open from about 6pm last night. I’m typing these words at almost 11pm. Preparing them so they can be scheduled for the morning. A nice little welcome, good morning type post. But you see I got a little distracted by TV. By making nice with my husband. By twitter and facebook.…