Life (Page 7)

I’ve decided to slow down a bit on this blog. Notwithstanding all my crowing posts about work-life balance, it’s catching up with me. I started a new job just over three months ago, which I am finding far more interesting and enjoyable than my old job. The main thing isContinue Reading

This morning, I was in The Rocks, and a band was playing – a double bass, electric guitar, a saxophone, drums and a vocalist (at the muzak end of swing, but very listenable). I was reminded of a magic evening a few years ago. I was working in Wellington, NZContinue Reading

I’ve decided that I do need to get fit again. I had all these good intentions about getting into good habits when I started my new job in February; but then I got pneumonia, and my doctor gave me a stern lecture about not exercising until I was totally better.Continue Reading

The US has released their stats on names for 2005. I found a link there via some blog or other, and went back to check on my name the year I was born (I wasn’t born in the US, but I wasn’t born in Australia, either). I reckon from myContinue Reading

I’ve always hated the idea of Mothers’ Day. It has always seemed so commercialised and meaningless. The recognition aspect has completely fallen by the wayside, and now it’s just about commercialism. Lately it seems to have got even more commercialised, so that it is now compulsory for all mothers toContinue Reading

I went to a fantastic playground on the weekend that I’d not been to before, which made me wonder – what do you need in an ideal playground? For me, you need: a pretty big space for running around with a ball either a fence, or a big area whichContinue Reading

I was watching re-runs of The West Wing last night, and much of the plot revolved around Toby Ziegler, and the fact that he was born in 1954. My uncle Richard was born in 1954. He was only half a generation older than me – my mother’s much younger brother.Continue Reading

There has been a rash of articles this year talking about Anzac Day and how it has become Australia’s national day. My grandfather was an Anzac (a New Zealander – this has never been just about Australians). He wasn’t at Gallipolli, but he spent a few pretty horrible years inContinue Reading

E is not feeling the best today, so I volunteered to take the boys and do the weekly shop. He decided against it, so we all did it together. The reason he decided against it? He didn’t trust me to do it properly. This is a classic (reversed) gender stereotypeContinue Reading