Its the sale of the century and Im not there.

I salivate at the thought of tops for $15 and dresses for $60, the very thought of going fills the cockles of my heart with joy. Alas it can never be for I am a continent away and I doubt the authorities at immigration will let me pass for the one day I want to be there. I dont think they would accept "sale of the frikkin century" as a legitimate reason for this Aussie re-entering the country again so soon after my visa has…

We have all had break ups before and they are messy horrid things. I'm a logical person (at least Id like to think so) and when I go through break ups I do them very well (according to my friends).

I don't go binging on high fat food or alcohol and don't go overboard with anything in particular. Apart from moments of nostalgia and the occasional bawling in the shower I am pretty OK. Since many of my friends highly suspect that I am a POD (ref Seinfeld). I have decided to write down…

I was diagnosed with cancer in 2009/2010 (Im all better now). The treatments involved heavy chemo and radiation therapy. My body changed rapidly, one minute I was deathly skinny and the next bloated and icky. I felt terrible about my body, skin and hair and everything deteriorated for me I lost confidence in myself, I did not think I could make it.

Whilst browsing the net I came across the PUG site. As I browsed through the designs I fell in love with what I saw, but as I looked down…