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For a while now, I’ve been stepping back from MittensKittens, and though I have no intention of deleting this blog, I am excited about this new blog and will be posting more regularly on there.
Hope to see you there!
I mentioned in a 2014 recap post that I had a short story accepted for publication by a literary magazine. Having been asked by everyone around me, “Are you proud? Because you should be.” I thought that I should let myself really be proud and give it a short post to itself. Preemptive apologies for this festival of self-love. Continue reading
My blogging attempts in 2014 were quite abysmal and though I knew that my input to MittensKittens was minimal, I didn’t feel any nagging motivation to do something about it. Something I read during one of my blog-reading moments was a line somebody included in a post (if this was you, please tell me, I have of course forgotten the source) that basically stated that you’re either writing for other bloggers or for readers in general. That stuck with me. Continue reading
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 11,000 times in 2014. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 4 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.
Click here to see the complete report.
2014 is two days away from ending and for once I am a little sad that the end is so near. This was the first year in a long time that I felt like I made progress in my life. Things finally moved forward rather than backwards or staying stagnant. So it’s time for a little self-indulgent recap. Continue reading
I really love owning little plants. I have since I was a child and we used to go to the annual church fete where I would inevitably purchase a plant for 20 cents from a nun. They always died. See, I don’t have a green thumb at all, not even a tinge of khaki. Try as I might I can’t keep plant life alive.
But this Christmas I received this adorable Bonsai tree as a gift, complete with little ceramic panda for decoration. And I certainly don’t want this tree to die, because as Pete chanted on Round the Twist, “I’m in love I’m in love I’m in love with a tree!” Well, not literally.
So, aside from poring over my little instructions on care sheet the little old Japanese lady provided us with, I’d like to hear some tips from people who’ve grown their own.
Comment below anything you think would be helpful for caring for my own little Bonsai and I’ll be appreciative!
Hope you’ve all had marvelous holidays, I know I did. The ham was plentiful.
Oh ho, I am so witty! I’m sure I’m the first to make that pun! I was going to work ‘Frankly’ in as well. Basically, this is a beauty product review of Frank Coffee Scrub. First up, I’ll be totally honest and say it did not magically make my skin look like smooth velvety beauty incarnate. Continue reading
You cannot fully understand something until it has happened to you. Even then, you’ll never be able to exactly replicate another’s experience. It was the end of last week that I came – almost, save for a pane of glass – face to face with a man hellbent on getting his own way. The incident was minor, but it left me thinking about how victims of serious random attacks who continue living their lives are absolute heroes. Continue reading
“You are alone. You will die alone. Help is not on the way.” Continue reading
Obviously, confining cats to one backyard is a chore. I’m not sure if you’ve ever owned a cat, but if you have then it’s pretty clear as soon as they learn to climb the fence that they are going to be spending some time visiting the neighbours you never have. I came home one night at 2am in a taxi and was dropped on the opposite side of the street to my house when I heard a meow; looking over the opposing neighbours fence my cat was crouching, looking extremely guilty. I’ll have none of that “cats-don’t-make-facial-expressions” nonsense. They totally do. Continue reading
So I have this problematic idea about myself that I’m just completely immune to side effects. For whatever reason, I always assume that my body is the one that won’t suffer the issues the doctor says could come up. “Nausea? Pfft. Tell it to the sickly plebs, pharmacist and hand me my pills.” Continue reading