I have a terrible confession to make: for all of my harping on over the years about how fad foods make me angry, I’ve succumbed to probably the worst fad of all – a fad diet. That’s right folks, I’ve gone ahead and started up one of those lame shake diets where you replace food with something that is essentially flavoured baby formula. Yum.
Finding t-shirts for my son to wear is a fairly simple affair; he loves superheroes and Minecraft – things that are very mainstream these days – and subsequently has acquired quite the collection. In fact, he could probably change t-shirts every hour and still have a pile to choose from by the end of the day.
Unfortunately, the same cannot be said for any other items of clothing that he may need to wear. Between me juggling this whole ‘working parent’ thing and my husband still learning the ropes of being a stay-at-home, getting kids dressed in the morning is like some really lame version of Where’s Waldo, where instead of scanning colourful art you’re digging through mount washing.
Have you ever noticed that it always seems to be the same culprits who go missing? Below are the three items of clothing we’re most likely to lose:
After my mini-emo rant post a while back, I decided to take some time to myself. I went on a holiday. I was in no rush to do anything that wasn’t necessary. There was no writing unless I was getting paid for it. And, most importantly, absolutely no worrying about the future.
It was exactly what I needed.
Twenty year old Neri was a glass-half-full kind of person. No matter the problem, I could convince myself that it wasn’t the end of the universe, that things could be so much worse, and that there is always a silver lining to even the hardest of issues. But, now that I am rapidly approaching 30, I have noticed that I have lost that spark and I’m just plain old negative about everything.
Organising a local gaming event is no small feat, and low attendance can feel like a real slap in the face.
My husband and I run a local Blizzard fan group, and on 26 January, we ran our first proper public event. Usually our events are done in a private room in the local library or online, but this time we were a part of a much larger festival that was held in an open space.
We put together a fantastic schedule, we sought out sponsors who provided some epic prizes, and we tried our best to promote the event, but it wasn’t enough.
Out of a group of 85, only 10 of us attended.