I read a blog post a little while back that was written by a man. In its title it questioned why anybody would ever want to film their births, and in its body it ridiculed those who do it and repeatedly questioned the ‘behaviour’. The author did not allow comments on his blog despite his incessant questions. He must have lacked conviction in his own views enough to want to avoid any chance of having his questions answered.
It was a real eye-roller. Continue reading
I have been spending some time recently reflecting on my parenting philosophies and mulling over the question of whether we have been doing things right. By this I mean right for our family, as there is certainly no textbook definition of the word when it comes to parenting. Continue reading
Around 11 weeks ago I peed into Daddy Bear’s shaving foam lid (sorry, if you read this), dipped a stick in it and got the Big Fat Positive we’d been waiting for. Pregnancy fever hit for a short while, but, as we opted to keep it to ourselves in the short-term, pretty soon it became a case of Just Getting On With It And Waiting For Something To Happen. Those first few weeks are second only to the last few weeks in terms of impatient restlessness. Continue reading
As usual, I am a bit late to the party with this post. This is because I have been exploring my own feelings on the topic and taking into account the various views of others before jumping to a conclusion of my own. It’s a good job I’m not a journalist, I guess!
I am talking about rape-prevention nail polish. Continue reading
I must admit, when I returned to Facebook after my long e-vacation I was a little dismayed to see that everybody was in the grip of yet another viral ‘dare’ trend – the Ice Bucket Challenge.
I am not going to denounce this craze, though. How “bah, humbug!” would I have to be to say something that has raised however many million (I have seen too many different stats to hazard a guess as to which is correct) for various good causes should never have happened? Continue reading
I have always been a daydreamer and a fantasist. I am usually looking ahead and fixating on the next Big Event. This may be some years away, and it may be an uncertainty, but as long as I know it is probably there in the distance then I am satisfied by the vaguely impatient excitement it allows me to indulge in. I hate to think of life just plodding along aimlessly.
I’m not sure whether this is a good thing, or not. I love the thrill of feeling acutely excited, and I am glad I’m not afraid to pursue my dreams, even if this does inevitably lead to failures and disappointments along the way, because on the rare occasions they do work out, it’s pretty cool. Continue reading
I am here because I like to write stuff. I may not be very good at it, I’ll let you be the judge of that, but I do know that I enjoy it, and find it therapeutic.
I do it for fun. I have previously dabbled in the soulless, peanut-paying world of content mill writing, but aside from that I have never been paid for anything I have written. Of course, I have harboured unrealistic pipedreams of someday being a successful blogger, or magazine columnist, or published author. Who hasn’t? But I also shoulder the common sense burden of knowing that I am but one drop in an ocean of droplets, and that to achieve the success that so many of us dream of it would take a special combination of education, experience, talent and gumption that I am certain I do not have. Continue reading
For those who don’t know what I’m on about, ‘comping’ is the term used to describe the practice of systematically entering scores (if not hundreds) of competitions every day in order to increase your chances of walking away with prizes.
A handful of my friends are compers in their spare time and some of them do win stuff quite frequently (compared to the average person). Most often it’s something trivial like a year’s supply of cotton wool, but once in a while they walk away with a more expensive prize which they most commonly appear to sell on for profit. Continue reading
I don’t know about you, but I like to keep my life ticking along with little (and big) goals ahead of me at all times. Something to work towards. Something to look forward to.
My bigger goals are my bucket list, and for the most part I keep them private until they are achieved. I have ticked just a small handful of pretty cool things off my bucket list already, and yesterday I marked off another. Continue reading