Where I am that isn't here

 

Good morning, Frog-Lovers.

I'm around today, in a few places that aren't the place that is here.

Please read the next installment of my Super Heroes series on retirement finances here at The Modern Woman's Survival Guide.

After that, a cup of tea and a lie down, best you click here for some shocking truths from me about kittens, knitting and vegan firefighters at The Shake.

Coming soon:

• A review of An Evening of Unfettered Ben
• Questions for Ben
• Other non-Ben-related things.

See you around the pond, people.

Sexy zombies and sleepy animals

Yes I've been tarting around elsewhere again this week. 

Please do go read what Vlad thinks about all those annoying zombie fans over here at The Shake.

And now something to put a smile on your face on a Thursday morning...



See you in the soup, frog-lovers.

Dramatic Pansy is dramatic (and other miracles)

Hi kids. Thanks so much to everyone who's read my praying mantis travails and had a giggle at Russell Brand.

I'm busy again with other "work" but I'm around here and there. 

If you look very carefully, you might spot random body parts belonging to The Frog here. Apparently boobs are extremely controversial and, along with fun, should not be allowed.

You can also catch me having a dramatic whine about the state of Australian politics over at The Shake. 

For now I'll leave you with this week's miracle - the pansy my son bought me for Mother's Day died in suitably dramatic fashion in the frost two nights ago and then BEHOLD! It rose from the dead on the third second day! (Mainly because I brought it inside out of the bloody horrible weather we've been having).

Dramatic Pansy is dramatic

It's a Monday miracle! Praise be to baby cheeses!

See you in the soup, frog-lovers.

While you weren't looking... I was talking about child safety, mental health and vaginas (AGAIN)

Hi everyone!

Well, not everyone, because not everyone reads my blog.

Hi lots of people!

Hi some people!

Hi a small number of people approximating 0.001% of the Australian population!

I've been busy lately, tarting around elsewhere.

For example, I had a bit of a rant about the lengths we may - or may not - want to go to in order to raise awareness of racism over at The Shake.

Also over at the Shake I talked about Eurovision and weird bearded contratenors in sparkly black dresses.  As you do.

Oh and Margaret Thatcher's vagina.

For a change of pace I was NOT talking about vaginas, and instead talked about Seasonal Affective Disorder at the Modern Woman's Survival Guide.

So please go wander, read, comment and generally enjoy more discussion of politics, female genitalia and mental health.

Not necessarily in that order.

As I typed this post it occurred to me that Blogger was highlighting "vaginas" as incorrectly spelled. I called bullshit on this on Twitter:

The answer is "vulvas" or "vulvae".

You're welcome.

While you weren't looking...

Frog is from here

Hello darling reader. Happy Monday!

I'm not here today.

While you weren't looking I crept away to a couple of other lily pads.

Please pop on over and read me at the Shake, talking about cats on the internet.

Or here where I'm baring my soul for Reservoir Dad in his interview series. Gah!

Or you could pop back in time to one of my favourite posts from the past here.

Be kind to yourself and remember the words of the immortal Erma Bombeck:

“Seize the moment.
Remember all those women on the 'Titanic'
who waved off the dessert cart.”