Monthly Archives: October 2011

It takes a village

  It takes a village to raise a child. This week I have witnessed the best and the worst of that. From the self centered poorly parented Beverly Hills brats who stole my son’s wallet with $180 in it and the insane parents who threatened to sue me for asking them to look into it,…

Dumpster Diving Extraordinaire!

My son Kai is a bower bird. I am always having to trawl through the endless array of “treasures” he brings home from goodness knows where. I have nightmares of seeing him on a show like Hoarders in twenty years time unable to walk from his bed to his door with a house overflowing with…

Getting your Skinny on!

I am always looking for ways I can incorprate indulgence with the healthiest option possible – the very reason I wrote my recipe book Food You Love That Won’t Make You Fat. So when it comes to my secret sideline of making birthday cakes for the people I love I always try to make a…

No balls, just well hung eggs!

I was just sitting here thinking about what I could write about today. There was a few things that piqued my interest but none more so than Giuliana Rancic’s brand new battle in overcoming her recent diagnosis of breast cancer (blessings to you girl, my heart goes out to you and odds are you WILL…

Love the skin you’re in!

I’m just sayin’

Feel the fear and do it anyway

I’ve talked earlier of my absolute rampant hatred of all things red carpet and touched briefly on my current inability to get myself out the door. Seriously, I totally get why Steve Jobs only ever had 6 friends. I find that number overwhelming. My single mother/clown doctor/writer/author/inspirational speaker/superwoman/good friend of mine Lou Pollard said recently,…

Crime against Fat-shion!

“Look at you…” his eyes roamed up and down me in disgust, instantly assessing the apparent “worthiness” of me, somehow related to my body, in some world (his) where if perhaps I had been wearing cute little cut off shorts and a crop top versus the tracksuit pants and sweatshirt I had on, then somehow,…

iAM! iAM! iAM ME! The iAM Project begins.

The iAM Project iAM me! iAM Beautiful! iAM unique! iAM a mother of a son with Aspergers. Steve Jobs, whilst not officially diagnosed as having Autism or Aspergers, is an undisputed legend who, in his passing, has become a champion of these children and others – exuding certain traits that society deemed “strange” or “peculiar”…

Too scared to get protection!

Why did Seal Beach massacre victim Michelle Fournier NOT have a restraining order out on her obviously dangerous and deranged ex husband Scott Dekraai? I do not know her personally however, but having been a victim of domestic violence myself, I can hazard a pretty good guess for why she didn’t. She was scared! I…

Mummy, why are all your friends gay?

  I’ve never really stopped to think about it but when I did, I realized that is was pretty close to being true. Certainly most of the men I spend time with are in fact gay but it’s not like I openly ask people if they prefer boobies over bottoms then relegate them to the…