About six months into daily blogging, I realised that to have depth a blog had to have a good cover-all page- somewhere potential readers could find out all about you in one go, without having to trawl through dozens of posts that, while they have your feel, don’t define you are.
How difficult is it, to define who you are? How many times have you tried to write a short biography and come up with nothing but your name, age and where you live? How many times have you attempted to put yourself into 500 words or less, only to feel like a million words wouldn’t quite cut it?
This is who I used to be, back in the Before. I’ve updated my About Me page completely for the first time since Tony passed away. But I want- need- the original version archived somewhere, here in the cyber backlogs of my memory.
A digital whisper of who I used to be.
Welcome to the funny side of being mummy. (Most of the time, anyways).
I’m the one on the
rightleft. With the hair.
Every mummy needs a hobby, right? And this is mine. It’s the outlet that prevents me from selling my little darlings on EBay. I hate scrap booking, I can’t paint, I only wish I could sew. And vacumning doesn’t count, I don’t think. So I juggle. And I blog.
And yeah, this is just another one of the dreaded mummy blogs. Written by a women who should be in a straight jacket. But let’s face it, that makes it difficult to type. These are the Random Ramblings of a Stay At Home Mum. And it’s my bloody blog, so I write what I like.
I’m a year or so off turning thirty (eep!). I live in the leafy Sydney ‘burbs with the The Man and my two-under-
threefour, the Chop and the Bump. I prefer tea to coffee, summer to winter, comedy to drama, Connolly (Billy) to Seinfeld (Jerry), cake to chocolate, pasta to steak, books to TV, and the Net to most other things. I smoke too many cigarettes, avoid alcohol like the plague and am currently chronically sleep and sex deprived. I blame any and all typos (and there’s quite a few of them) on that.
The disclaimer here is- I suffer a severe case of Former Clown Syndrome. Mood swings are an optional extra. I reserve the right to employ poetic license in regard to life for the purposes of my own amusement. Sometimes, I do sponsored posts and reviews. All opinions are my own, except in the circumstances of pyshcic possession by a narcissistic Goggle bot. In which case, you probably won’t be able to tell the difference anyway. No, seriously, I’m PR friendly and I don’t bite unless invited.