Remember when you were little and you had a fear of the dark? Did you also have a monster under your bed? I bloody well did! I recall leaping from the doorway onto my Holly Hobby doona in a manner th...
It seems that Mummy Bloggers (or as I prefer to call them, contraceptively challenged internet writers) are here to stay and have something to say. But I tell you this for free. If you want to be suc...
I was smart to hook up with Mr Woog. Mainly because his aunty has a house on Great Mackerel Beach and is generous with the key. To get there, you need to drive to Palm Beach and get a ferry acr...
Recently I was asked to contribute to a new book, a book about parenting. A book about REAL parenting. Most specifically, what they did not tell you. The eBook is now available to purchase here...
You might not know this, but I wrote an eBook which is being released in serial form at The Hoopla. It is an A-Z of Style and Beauty, which I am WAY NOT QUALIFIED to pen. Now when the idea was first ...
I was in my early twenties and at a friends place when I noticed a huge glamour shot of her on the wall. I recall laughing my ass off and paying her out mercifully. It was the 90s and professional ph...
Overcompensation can be defined as; Excessive compensation, especially the exertion of effort in excess of that needed to compensate for a physical or psychological characteristic or defect. But I pr...
My 6 year old son is currently putting in a 4 day week at his educational institute due to this MOFO lurg that he has managed to pick up. Jack was miserable yesterday. The snot factory was working ov...
Ohhh, what a tantalising title.! Critically critical. I could be talking about any number of things with that juicy phrase. See what I am doing here? I am not-so-subliminly requesting your presence o...
The crack of a brand new day. The explosive fight you have with your spouse as you navigate your way through to foreign suburbs to find the field. The sulking. The arrival. The joy at finding a mouth...
Mr Woog will never understand Twitter. He has said as such. If you ever try to explain to a non twitterer what it is and seen them turn their face to one of complete "What the fuck are you talkin...
Oh yesterday. What a wonderful mind fuck you were. I woke with a serious case of the sads. I felt all miserable and disconnected. I wrote a nasty post about my beloved once I had dropped the kids off...
That title looks a little harsh. Maybe I should have called it Why Does Your Husband Fuck Up So Much? Doesnt matter. Its done now. Mr Woog woke up with the sun this morning and drove 20 minutes...
I have been writing since I could pick up a crayon. I have been blogging for two and a half years. It is a cathartic release for me, a habit. A bit like picking your toe nails but far more satisfying...
Sponsored by Nuffnang Responsible Gambling Awareness Week Bought to you by The Victorian Government I can still remember the first time I played the pokies. It was at the Windsor RSL club and I stuck...
I am one of a million Australians who work from home. That figure grows each year as people throw off their suits, whack on their trackies and pop on the kettle. And I want to know from you other 999...
Mrs Finlayson and Uberkate Uberkate is not only a great mate and an amazing jeweller, she also comes up with the best ideas ever, which almost always involve champagne. Yesterday afternoon was testam...
"Look Mum.... No hands!" Me according to Jack. I am spending today with one of my best mates. It is her first Mothers Day as a single mum and she is doing the most amazing job. I am in consta...
Polyvore is like Pintrest but for idiots, like me! What does your weekend look like? Please note that there are no Woogettes here this weekend, or this would look a whole lot different. Dont hate me....
Sometimes, when you are a blogger, you get invited to stuff. The invitations vary from things like "Come and learn about our new type of plastic packaging are switching over to!" or ...
The next instalment of my A-Z of Style and Beauty is up over at The Hoopla. Click here to find out why I am going grey and getting cranky. Sexy hey! Go on, I gave you a George Clooney perv.....
Mr Woog and I are notoriously bad when it comes to time to alert the Tooth Fairy that her assistance is required. Time after time, Harry would wake up and come in and tell us the Tooth Fairy had not ...
Last night, Mr Woog got himself organised. The kids were banished to another part of the house, he poured himself a glass of red wine and took up position on the couch in front of the televisio...
Sponsored by Nuffnang Bought to you by South Australian Tourism "My darling..... you did it." *insert pash here* So this is the follow up post from a campaign I have been working on for Kanga...
Homemaker shows. You know the ones. Where shiny, happy people show you how to make paper pom poms for children’s birthday parties as a stuffed Barossa chook finishes itself off in a fancy oven in the...
I have been following with interest the recent debates about bloggers v. writers v. journalists. I know that they are not the same, but is one really better than the other? Arent they just different?...
I do not own a vacuum cleaner. Or an iron now I think about it. Mr Woog and I have been having pretty much a shit house time when it comes to our boys. They have been chipping away at our patie...
This is our cat Chuy. "Hello Mrs Woog you sexy beast. Get that camera out of my face and come to bed...." Chuy was originally christened Jesus because he was born on Christmas Day in a manger...
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At around 6pm last night, I noticed the doorway was darkened by a large shadow of a man. "Oh yay!" I thought to myself "Dinner is here. That was quick." Considering I had literally ju...
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