Surprise

So looky here. How many months since an actual post? With words? Who knows if this even works anymore.

So much has happened in 2016. Dare I say it, but it has been my year. A settled household as we’ve all adjusted to the family realignment, a period of ridiculously good fun online dating, a FULL TIME editor’s gig, and… most importantly, new love.

I’ve made a quiet pact with myself to come back here, to start journalling this really happy part of my life, seeing as much of this blog charts the darker days of my adulting.

Let’s see how I go.

Onward.

Woog & Berry – episodes 11 and 12

I am such a slack arse. Episode 11 was recorded two weeks ago, so maybe catch-up with that one first.

There’s so much going on, new love, new job, all the kids, life, commuting, I need to come back here. To share and to journal. Let’s get onto that shall we.

Ep12

Ep11

Onward!

Woog & Berry – Episode 10

Woog & Berry – episode 9

We’ve taken our cotton-pickin’ time getting this one to bed, but we promise it’s totally worth the wait!

 
Onward!
 

Toey as a goat herder.

There’s a new Woog & Berry poddy up in which we discuss, at length, the parlous state of my sex life in comparison to my ah, needs.

 

So things have just been travelling along as they do. There are family realignment papers to be signed so that is a development. Not unexpected but confronting all the same. I keep thinking to myself, just like that.

But something that has crept up on me is a pining for physical contact. Oh sure, a bit of hot sex would be grand fuck I need to get laid but it’s moreĀ the physicality of a relationship. The enveloping hugs, the hand on the knee, yes the dry hump in the kitchen as you’re trying to get dinner ready, their smell.

I may start crash-tackling friends’ husbands just to sniff them and get some male pheromones on me. You’re all warned.

The online dating fiasco is ongoing. I am so half-hearted aboutĀ it and largely only engage with it for ridicule purposes so I’m not sure why I’m surprised and a little dejected that not one man has contacted me. OK, three have but the less said about those the better. I think I am pushing shit up a hill being fat, forty with four kids and a dyke haircut. I mean, who am I kidding.

Here, let’s listen to Elle King and some banjo.

Onward!

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