I am slightly obsessed with junk food. I'm also slightlyfairly overweight. These two things may or may not be related, but I'm thinking they probably are. This pregnancy was my hardest and my heaviest. Again, I'm thinking that's probably related. One of the big goals I've set for myself this year, and before we even consider trying to...

One of the main triggers of me going a little loopy is when there is too much inside my head. Brain dumps are my best friend, I need to hold my head over a sheet of paper and let everything that's inside it fall out of my ear and allow itself to become more organised somewhere other than my skull. The house is always liberally scattered with...

You'd be stretching to call me houseproud. I do the absolute bare minimum to make my home livable, I don't ever see myself being featured in an issue of Better Homes. But I have a want. More accurately, a need. I need a lime green sofa. I can't look at my lounge room without mentally ridding myself of the grey '80s sofa that is currently...

I stutter occasionally. I will be mid sentence when my brain decides to stop communicating with my mouth and I get stuck on a sound. It tends to flare up when I get tired, stressed or just mentally unstable in someway. It happened today, and as I stood there stuck on "Ra" for thirty seconds I thought how similar it was to my mood swings. I...

Laundry Day doesn't come around very often in this house, and when it does it rarely goes out on the line. You see, my line is tucked away in some long forgotten corner of my garden... right outside the kitchen window, and as I don't spend much time standing at my sink (washing the dishes is only slightly less horrific than doing laundry) and...

Babies make you feel old, well, not necessarily babies, but one preschooler and one would-be-toddler-if-he-would-just-get-off-his-arse-and-walk make you feel old. I decided to counteract this by dying my hair and calling back to my long gone days of college, late nights and doing assignments on the train into the city. Suddenly I feel...

My husband cruelly suggested as I was getting ready to go out last night that I was old, miserable and no longer able to take perfect camwhoring shots, lets just see... Self portrait with camera at arms length. Check. Slightly blurry focus to cover up any imperfections. Check. Artistic MySpace angle, taken from above to cover the double...