Almost Empty Nester   |   Mother Extraordinaire   |   Fantasy and Sci Fi Escapist   |   Renovation Queen

The original tag line my daughter suggested was a mite more sweary than this. But my mother might read it, and I’m not sure if I’m too old to be sent to my room.

Look, I am the first to admit that I probably should be more heavily medicated than I am.  But where would the fun be in that?  This chronic mental illness is nothing that a nail gun, a paint brush and 150mg a day of the best SNRI my brain can imbibe can’t fix.

Everything I’ve learned in life I have learned from my mother and Pinterest.  My lack of tragic backstory does mean I’d make a terrible contestant on a reality talent show, however it also means I am a damn good mother and a master of sarcasm.  Actually, I can’t blame my mother for that, she’s a way better person than I am.  Awful at playing cards, but a very good human none-the-less.  But I digress.

Come on in to our odd little world full of sarcasm, whimsy and wine.  You’ll probably be fine.

Travel

Is there anything better than sitting in the sun on the deck of a cruise ship, watching the world slip by?  I mean, aside from sitting in the sun on the deck of a cruise ship, watching the world slip by while a friendly barman brings you vodka sunrises without you having to get up?… Continue reading Travel

Renovation Projects

At the end of 2017 I had never owned a home or undertaken more than a basic paint job in my own home.  Then by some stroke of unfathomable cosmic benevolence, we ended up buying a house. And it was nicer than we could have hoped for.  But you know how it is, one moment you’re… Continue reading Renovation Projects

Mental Health

My journey learning about my own mental health and studying to support others with their mental health and the curve balls life throws at us all is an ongoing one.  One that I’ve struggled with my whole life.  Unfortunately in 1980’s rural Australia mental health was a relatively unknown subject.  I had never heard of… Continue reading Mental Health

A: “How up is space?”
Dad: “Huh?”
A: “How *up* is space?”
Me: “She means ‘how far do you have to go before you’re in space?”
Dad: “Seventy-five thousand feet”
A: “…..yeah, that doesn’t help. How many *bears* is that?”

The Bears to Space Ratio

A:The symphony? Is that like a big band?
J:Yeah. A fancy old fashioned band
A:Yeah! With the violins and cellos <doing actions>
J:That’s the one. 
A:Yeah. A band with a front man
J:And the front man is..?
A: A wizard!

Symphonic Wizardry