Last weekend we had our school fete. If you have been to a school fete you will know that they are pretty fun. If you have ever organised a school fete you will know that they are a LOT of hard work (and the after party is pretty fun). This year I helped organise the fete and I co-convened the craft stall. I am always up for a challenge.
Last year I shared how to run a successful craft stall. This year, I’m going to let you in on the real story about what it takes: Read more
“Coffee or tea?” she asks and then laughs as she interprets my pause. Accurately. “It’s okay — we have an espresso machine, I’m not offering you instant.”
And with that, I accept the coffee. My caffeine-addled brain anticipating the jolt. Addicted to all the fast, fast, fast — the more, more, more. Coffee suits my lifestyle. Cramming just a little bit more into each moment than is altogether healthy. Using that shot of espresso to push myself just that tiny bit further.
Tea isn’t like that. Tea is cosy and slow. Tea takes its time. It steeps and deepens and takes its sweet while to achieve full flavour. You don’t rush tea. It’s not the kind of drink you slam down so that you can get to the next thing. It’s the kind of drink that you take your time with. It goes well with books, chats, craft and late night television. Read more
Do you have dishwasher wars at your place? Not who is going to stack or unstack the dishwasher, or who didn’t turn it on, or who left dishes out rather than putting them in. That’s amateur stuff.
I’m talking about the subtle nuances of dishwasher use that vary from person to person. The little things, that for some reason, manage to escalate into household civil war. I have a theory that it’s not arguing over money or kids that drives the biggest wedge into a marriage. It’s dishwasher disagreement.
Last week an Arctic blast visited Brisbane. For those wondering what an Arctic blast feels like in Brisbane, feel free to read this. After lamenting the absence of cold in May, we were all shivering and wishing summer back. We’re never happy are we?
Winter in Brisbane is a fickle mistress. It’s not really a traditional seasonal relationship. She stays with some intensity for a few days before giving way to the insistent sunshine. She might blow in again in a week or two. She might blow us off all together and just spend her time with the cool (freezing) kids down south. Which is frustrating for a person who enjoys winter, mostly because of the laziness factor.
I’m not a high maintenance girl. My eyebrows are seldom tidy, my fingernails resemble an nine-year old boys and I’m not well acquainted with the iron. So winter is basically an awesome excuse to justify my general grooming laziness.
For most of my career I have worked with lawyers and law firms. From software development to IT management. From project management to directing a knowledge department. From event management to social media consulting. I even studied law, but never actually practised. My close proximation to lawyers has led me to believe it’s an excellent training ground for parenthood.
Much more so than coding. Read more