WHO doesn’t love a freebie? I certainly love a freebie. In these cash-strapped times, getting something for nothing is a little mini jackpot, or little Lotto win, and there’s nobody who doesn’t want a Lotto win, right? But are we in danger of taking our love of the freebie too far? Is there such a thing as an unethical freebie? Continue reading
The Northside Chronicle ran an article this week about a young lady in Aspley seeking to raise $10,000 to help her sick golden retriever dog.
The pet has a liver condition which makes it lethargic, and has been given another three or four years to live.
The dog’s condition can be improved with a surgical implant, but that costs $10,000.
The owner has $5000 saved but she is seeking “suggestions” from the community on raising the other $5000, the Chronicle reported.
No doubt this lady loves her dog. It’s her best mate, she says.
But I couldn’t help wondering whether this was $10,000 well spent. Continue reading
You don’t deserve to wear it.
“Camo” says something.
As such it should be reserved for those who have earned the right to wear it through their military service. Continue reading
IT IS long past time to inject some common sense into the ludicrous fear and loathing around photography at children’s sport. Parents be clear – you can, and should, take photos of your kids playing team sport. Not only is there no law or enforceable club regulation against it but, if child protection is the goal, then a ban is an utter waste of time.
LAST Friday, something happened to me that resulted in an ‘ah-ha!’ moment that has led to a complete change in my attitude, but not quite in the way you would expect. Someone was rude to me and I am still shaking my head. But it has brought me to a startling realisation about myself and people in general, and a promise to myself.
AT breakfast the other morning, my five-year-old daughter picked up the cereal box to pour some into her bowl and discovered her brothers had emptied it ahead of her. “What the hell?” came out of her mouth, as she glared menacingly at the cereal stealers. Of course, I raised an eyebrow. **Warning: This post features swear words.**
The UK nurse who killed herself following an Australian talkback radio prank has left the chattering classes all atwitter with recriminations about who is to blame for the tragic turn of events. The hospital, the radio jocks, the nurse’s colleagues – all are copping a share. Rebecca Sparrow has highlighted a point not-often spoken of in connection with the adult world, but which has been doing the rounds in parenting and childcare circles for a while – resilience.
I have an iPhone that is virtually growing out of my hand, such is my level of connectivity. I’m contactable by email, text, Twitter, Facebook and of course, by an old fashioned phone call, 24-7. I like that level of connectivity. Not everyone does. I get annoyed when I call someone and they don’t pick up. Or I text and don’t get a swift response. But everyone has the right to be as connected or disconnected as they like. Except…
My children are learning the piano. We began about eight months ago with a wonderful Suzuki teacher who, as it turns out, is very strict (at times). And she is quite particular about technique (as piano teachers tend to be). And it’s all been going along swimmingly. Until…
Today I got into the weirdest Twitter conversation. And I mean seriously weird. And it ended up with me being blocked by Helen Razor. Which is ironic because I had stopped following her a couple of months ago because I found her to be … not my cup of tea. I’ve never been blocked before. It was highly amusing. So I thought I’d publish the transcript.