Hear me roar!
Woohoo! Hear me roar!!
Yes folks, brace yourself for something truly outstanding. Are you sitting down? Are you ready for my massive revelation? Okay, here goes … (Click to read on)
F*ck Me, I did it!
Fuck me, I did it! For the first time in 8 years – I finally went ‘out out.’
… And it was perfect!
Though, the anxiety and turmoil I experienced in the lead up to this night out – was most definitely – NOT perfect. Read on for both the turmoil and the terrific!
ME/POTS and going ‘out out’…
… ‘Out out’ of my mind with worry that is.
It’s a fellow mummy friend’s birthday in a few days, and she’d like to let her hair down. And the best place to do this where we live is – a one-hour train ride away – in the city. What could possibly go wrong? Well, umm, with ME/POTS … everything.
Projecting My Weird Beliefs
“… Don’t project your weird beliefs on others!”
This demand for me to silence myself formed part of a comment on Facebook recently. As such, I decided to have a little fun with it!
New Year, Trashing of Old Years … and Sheep’s Bum Holes
So there I was, merrily scrolling through Facebook on NYE, when I noticed something. It’s a recurring theme that I see every year, as people are wrapping up the old year and moving forward to the next. Read on to find out what it is and why I disagree with it.
Home schooling, Maths, and ME … A Crappy Equation
Just melt already, I can’t handle this any longer!!
… The home schooling, that is. Not the snow and ice.
It’s no secret that England really doesn’t know how to ‘winter’. First sign of snow and the country grinds to a shivering halt. And in the case of last week, this includes the school of a student we currently care for.