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what i did not achieve this weekend i did not dye my hairi did not rip these frigging dvds arghi did not conceptually seperate toys into ‘keeping’ and letting go…

happy birthday to one of my favourite and oldest friends, k8. from freezing cold swimming pools, to darklight madnesses, deathly lazy chairs and your amazing cooking, to keeping me warm,…

i woke up singing a counting crows song. why on earth? cameron’s decided that today we should only wear princess outfits. i am entirely smitten. the coffee’s good. i had…

“mommy, i’m a circle. i never end and i never stop” “mommy, it’s a dolphin. it’s blue” (okay, craig, you win. it’s a dolphin, not a penguin) “mommy, what are…

6ix (sorry, i stole your idea. you’re clever, it’s late, my brain’s dead. what can i say?) 6ix people who kept me sane today: Kishyr for understanding why i want…

Dear Wankfields, We have had a longstanding and interesting relationship, us. This was spearheaded by the wonderful and supreme letting agent of all time, who I like to call, the…

larcy mcarsey: “so, did you get your pumpkin?” (followed by giggles) me: “facebonk” sheena: “

rendered speechless with smiles. 😉

Lauren to Cath: “Don’t die” Lauren to Cath: “Read 25 and don’t die” Cath to Lauren: “Read 27. Fuck. Don’t die” Cath to Lauren: “Gonna put these on Facebook hooch?”…

from notes from the trenches Sometimes being a parent means keeping your mouth shut and embracing the moment silently. Not matter how annoying it might be.