It's 2am and I'm hot. No, not as in HOT to get busy with that man who sleeps in the same bed as me. (Even though he is rather delicious.) And not HOT as in supermodel strutting down a catwalk HOT DAAAYUUM GIRL YOU ARE ON FIRE WITH YOUR SEXILICIOUS SELF hot either. I'm not… Continue reading I’m a Hot Woman of the Night.
Thirteen years ago our lastest baby was born premature, via an emergency c-section at National Womens Hospital in Auckland New Zealand. She arrived after I stayed in hospital for many weeks trying to #keepHerInUtero and growing for as long as possible. I was sick with pre-eclampsia and each day as I got more swollen and… Continue reading Bella’s World
It's the Baby Demon's birthday next week. She's turning the big THIRTEEN. So in actual fact, she is not a baby. Something she's been telling me since forever. Since January she's been saying that she's BASICALLY thirteen already. At this rate, soon I will blink and she will be BASICALLY twenty-one. The child who is… Continue reading I quit being the Master of the Birthday Party Universe
Hi everyone, its been a long while! The bad news is that I lost my blog/website with all the latest info and writing on it. (Don't ask what I did/didn't do for that to happen. Just know that I am a pitiful procrastinator of all things related to tech and domains and deadlines and reminders… Continue reading I’m Back. With Demons and a Faikakala Summary
I was invited to speak at a Youth Careers Evening where two of my Fab5 would be in attendance. In other words, the possibility of embarassing my children was very real. Big Daughter's advice - "Tell them about going on book tour and all the people that line up for you to sign their book.… Continue reading You Can’t Handle The Truth.
A message for the Single Ladies from Samoa. (But not the skinny ones.) I got in to New Orleans at 1am and went straight to the hotel which is in the French Quarter. Couldnt sleep because I'm on Samoa time and at 7.30am I was up and out for a walk, doing the tourist thing… Continue reading You Is Beautiful
I'm packing for the Romantic Times Booklovers Convention. Last year it was in Kansas City Missouri and involved various escapades with snowballs, biscuitsngravy and getting reported for excessive noise (ie. Raucous laughter and DietCoke drunkenness) while hanging out in E.L James suite. This year RT is in New Orleans Louisiana. There wont be any surprise… Continue reading Swamp Snakes and Alligators
There are those who like to boast about their sex adventurous selves. They get busy on planes, trains and buses. Skyscrapers, ski lifts and roller coasters. In stadium crowds, nightclub dancefloors, and public swimming pools. (Eww) They revel in being Sex Daredevils... 'We did it up against a tree while we were mountain hiking!' 'Oh… Continue reading Are You a Sex Ninja?
I hate going to the beach. I love looking at the beach but despise sitting there...hanging out there...and most definitely, the mere thought of LIVING there. Why? A beach is sandy. Dirty. Hot. Sweaty. Often bug-gy. And you have to lug insane amounts of stuff to be able to subsist there for a day. Or… Continue reading Unforgettable Hot Nights. At the Beach.
This conversation just happened. "It's the long Easter holiday weekend. I'm looking forward to our camp at the beach with the kids, aren't you?" he asked. "No. I'm not," she said. Actually, it was more of a 'she snarled.' Surprise. "Why? What's the matter? It's a holiday! Time to relax and enjoy family time," he… Continue reading Freeze Your Family for Easter