Cyclones are considered to be ‘dangerous weather conditions’ and in cases of cyclone warnings… it’s all: Be prepared for the worst, have supplies on hand, and baton down the hatches.
This blog may be considered dangerous reading, and comes with a warning… Be prepared for the worst. Here’s why. There are days I wake up to discover I’ve been possessed by Judge Judy. I point the finger and make judgements on things I sometimes know nothing about. On other days I become Satan’s Mistress – completely unreasonable, unfair and p’d off and think I’m absolutely always right (even though I am only sometimes right). And lets not forget the days I blame on hormones: the over-sentimental days where the Huggies baby nappy ads have me sobbing, and little things seem so sad, or touching, or amazing.
I’m no writer! Just a journalism drop out who opted for PR instead, and wound up working in events, and most days – helping brides decide between the fish or the beef… or both.
These days I’m a mother, freelance writer, web whatever-you-call-it when you update sites and manage data base driven online communication, and all-round internet junkie. I LOVE dissecting and analysing pop culture and could spend all day online if I didn’t have a daughter.
Whatever you think when (or if) you decide to read, I hope you enjoy this in the spirit that it has been intended… which is to have a laugh at my expense and to consider my point of view and life stories as pure entertainment. Because it’s likely that every day I’ll be sitting somewhere different…. a high horse, a fence, a hole, a soap box. As long as I can still feel my butt cheeks, it’s all good.
So – this could be dangerous reading if you’ve come here for a statistically correct view of the world. It’s simply my view… distorted, outrageous, honest and original.