I think you hit a nerve.

Yesterday, I may have had a little rant.  My rant was not about how easy or hard my life is, my life is pretty bloody good. I know that. But, my very first rant (on the blog) as one of the comments said "hit a nerve".My rant was about a joke. A joke that gets told by men. A joke that I don't find funny because it's not really a joke. I mean it's … [Read more...]

In my next life, I’m coming back as an……

"In my next life, I'm coming back as....."Do you know what comes next?It's hysterical.I've heard it at parties, I've heard it at work functions and I've heard it from the big, fat, sweaty, hairy guy whose wife is standing next to him with a fixed smile on her face."In my next life, I'm coming back as an Expat Wife"Do you get it?Can you see how … [Read more...]

The wrong way to say Goodbye

From the moment we met, we started saying goodbye. It started with small trips to Melbourne and Perth, we had long phone calls, lots of giggling, "what are you wearing?"I'd drive him to the airport and find a message on my answering machine by the time I arrived home. We quickly became engaged. A few weeks later he had to go to Canada,  he wrote me … [Read more...]

Which Mum are you?

Arrive at any school concert and you can start making assumptions, a quick scan of the room will have you picking the stereotypical Mums from the crowd. There's the heavily involved school Mum, showing people where to sit or helping out behind the scenes. There's Gym Mum, dressed in lycra, ready to recite her latest half marathon stats. Working Mum … [Read more...]

So what do you do all day?

Have you heard the story about the man who came home from work and found garbage strewn all over his front lawn. His hungry, dirty, children were waiting for him on the front doorstep, one of them was holding a sharp kitchen knife trying to wedge open a jar of Nutella.When he walked inside, he couldn't believe it, the house was almost … [Read more...]

Hi, my name’s Kirsty and I’m a……………….

The Qatar Professional Women's Network became desperate, they needed a speaker, and after scraping the bottom of the barrel, up I popped, in a sparkly top with jazz hands, okay so I had a sparkly top, but my jazz hands didn't make an appearance (it was a dry event).It was one of those great Doha nights, a sea of headscarfs, suits, saris and abayas. … [Read more...]