A Christmas Letter to William

And so this is was Christmas… although, there was definitely something missing. Every Christmas we used to receive a letter in the mail with a yearly update of some family friends that I’d never met. My parents never once wrote them back and as far as I’m aware haven’t seen them in about 20 years, but still the letters came. That is until my parents moved and failed to update their (clearly close) friends with their new address.

The two kids were about my age and I followed them as they grew in their study, extra-curricular activities and skills in card making. Last I heard of them it was becoming pretty clear that the older sister was somewhat of an overachiever. Her lengthy paragraph was filled with complimentary commentary on her success as a lawyer and generally lots of positive adjectives. Next was the section on the younger brother, William. This was considerably shorter and padded out with details of recent purchases like a new push bike and a monthly train ticket. The shame. Continue reading

The Do’s and Dont’s of Summer

Saturday is the official start of Summer for us folk in the Southern Hemisphere (southside yo!) and I couldn’t be more excited. However, there are a lot of summer crimes that get committed so I think it’s best we set a few guidelines so we can all get along and play nice together for the next three months.

DO wear your swimmers* when you’re at the beach, poolside or anywhere swimming is in business.

DON’T extend the wearing of said togs outside the bounds of socially acceptable areas. For example: kiosk on the beach = acceptable, food court in a shopping mall = unacceptable, laying by the pool = acceptable, laying on the grass near your office at lunchtime = unacceptable. Continue reading

Things BODYPUMP instructors learn at school…

Safety warning: we strongly recommend that you consult with your doctor or fitness expert before reading this, or indeed any of these, crap posts. Special importance applies if you value good content, have a half decent sense of humour or appreciate quality writing. It is strongly recommended that you soundtrack the reading of this post to a tune like this…

I’ve been going to BODYPUMP classes for about a year now. It’s a full body workout using a bar and adjustable weights. It’s hectic. Even the name trademarked ALLINCAPS is like it’s shouting at you; DON’TSTOPMOVINGLASTSETCMON! If you aren’t familiar with the class this helpful video might give you a better idea. It describes the instructors “friendly, extrovert personality.” Continue reading

High School Reunions: To go or not to go? Part 1

My ten year high school reunion is on tonight. When these events crop up they become  contentious; will or won’t you attend? I decided to attend mine. There are some girls I’d really like to see again and I figured if I am just glad I saw one or two of them it will be worth it. So I’m attending mine tonight and thought I’d do a before and after post. I’ll let you know if it is worth attending or if it’s just a bloody nightmare. Self-sacrifice if you will. You can call me Jesus (it’s ok I made that joke as I went to a Catholic school). Continue reading

The Joy of Being Single at a Wedding

As another wedding season is in full swing, single people everywhere are sobbing into their soup-for-one.

Hollywood films such as the cult-favourite Wedding Crashers give the impression that a single person to a wedding is as a dog to a bone; chewed for a bit and then buried in the backyard. Wait I think I messed that up… something about a bone anyways.

My point is there is a common misconception that weddings are great places for single people to meet. And that it is happening all the time; probably right now at a wedding near you! This isn’t true. In fact, it’s quite the opposite.

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The real spirit of Christmas

Each Christmas my family seems to have some sort of fight, be it big or small. It doesn’t quite feel like Christmas without one. Sometimes the fights are serious, over big decisions relatives have made. Other times they are pettier over things like who forgot to flush. And sometimes the fights are because we really want to play with that sparkly wrapping paper…

My twin nieces in a tug-of-war over much prized wrapping paper

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Are you afraid of dying alone?

I wrote this piece a few months ago in response to a news story about an eldery woman who had died in her home in Surry Hills and her corpse lay undiscovered for eight years. If you missed it you can read the original story here.

This week I heard the news that an elderly woman could have been dead in her home for up to eight years before her skeleton was discovered. This really upset me. When I found out she lived in Surry Hills I was shocked even more. The house of Natalie Wood was right around the corner from where I live. A street I frequently walked down. A house I rushed past on my way to work, not noticing its dilapidation as my head was too filled with tasks for the day ahead to notice anything around me. Now I’ve taken notice. And this new has filled me with a mixture of emotions.

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Happy Birthday Blues to Me!

I’m turning 27 this month and like a pair of wedgie undies to a hungry bum, the birthday blues have crept up on me.

Every year, a week or so before my birthday I start to feel a little down. I find myself wanting to stay in and be anti-social. I conduct far too much research on cupcake home delivery than could ever be healthy. I secretly plot all the ways I could spend my birthday wallowing in my own self-pity. And the weird part is I’m not even quite sure why. I love parties so why would I want to celebrate on my lonesome?

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What’s in a name?

Welcome to my blog! Sorry it doesn’t look flashy and have a cool name yet… that will come in time (hopefully). My sister is pregnant and due in 1 week. You may wonder why I am telling you this. How rude! You should be happy for her and not wondering things like that! And you should also be happy for me as I get to be an aunty again. And we all know being an aunty rocks because you get to buy ridiculous presents like this…

My neices Stella and Matilda in the ridiculous toutou's I bought them

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