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Best and Worst: Come and tell us about your weeks.

 

 

 

 

Hey there lovely readers of the interwebs,

Welcome to the best and worst, a chance for you to spill on what’s been making waves in your life this week. We turn it over to you to do the writing on the highs and lows of the last seven days, as well as what’s on your mind.

This is my debut post on Mamamia and as you can probably guess I’m pretty chuffed about it. For those of you who are wondering, yes, you are permitted to sing JASON DERUUULO in your head to remember how to pronounce my surname. I’ve learnt to roll with it.

So my week has been a mix of ups and downs.

Best: Without a doubt, being in Sydney for the last two weeks as an intensive intern with Mamamia has been my highlight. Getting to work with such like-minded and strong women has been amazing. Plus, as a born and bred Melburnian, it’s been pretty lovely starting my mornings watching the sunrise on a ferry going under the Harbour Bridge.

Worst: I’ll admit right off the bat that my sense of direction is, er, less that par. Even with the help of Google maps and a spatially aware partner, I generally don’t know which way is up and normally I’m okay with that. What I can do extremely well is read a timetable and make a plan. This week however, I failed in the area of public transportation. Between 2 states, I missed 3 buses, 2 ferries, a train, a taxi and a whole lot of pride.

OMM (On My Mind): In keeping with my constantly worsening travel bug, tomorrow I’m off to Malaysia! Thoughts of roti bread, chilli crab and heat, GLORIOUS HEAT have been consuming my thoughts for the better part of the 18 months since I was last there and I can’t wait to get back.

Enough from me. What’s going on in your world?

What you might have missed on Mamamia this week:

ROSIE: “Why won’t any be honest about how unpleasant this sex act is?”

Last week a book you’ve probably never heard of, saved a child’s life…

Sorry, Prime Minister, but this isn’t “moral blackmail”, it’s a mental health issue.

Rachel is currently completing a Master of Journalism at the University of Melbourne, in between seeing as much of the world as she can and writing about the quirky facets of life. A stationery addict, tea lover and wannabe masterchef, Rachel is a hopeless romantic that finds her happy place creating words on a page. Follow her blog Life, Actually.

 

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Top Comments

brizzy 10 years ago

worst - in hurt and anger at my disrepectful nephew, my parents impulsively cleared out all my (deceased) sister's wardrobe and took everything to the good sammy's!!! this was all informed to me after the fact. OMG Tuesday was the worst day ever, I felt so left out, they didn't even spare her matron of honor dress that she wore on my wedding day, so many emotions tied up in that dress!! I had told mum and dad several times in these past months that I wanted to be involved and help with doing this exact task and they did not think of me, it was all rushed and thoughtless.

best - getting the dress back! after alot of phone calls and fingers crossed and truely helpful sensitive people at good sammy's we were allowed to retrieve all the bags and I spent yesterday afternoon amongst all her clothes and her scent. immersing in the memories and just feeling so happy.

omm- our 5yr old boy has been dry all night since 3, with perhaps 1 or 2 wet nights. last week - 4 wet nights out of 7. one appointment with the chiropractor and we've had 5 dry nights in a row!!!!

Dolly Levi 10 years ago

Thats awful Brizzy. I would have been just as upset. I totally get 'sentimental value'. Glad someone was of help to you to get the dress back.


Keira 10 years ago

Worst: Telling my husband just how bad my relapse is...and of course the relapse itself.
Best: Seeing how supportive my hubby is. He treated me to a haircut without the kiddies. And, got money out of our savings for a laptop so I can study while looking after our youngest.
OMM: How much I love my babies. They are my motivation to overcome the dark thoughts in my head and regain a healthy relationship with food again.