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How do you do it?

I am, as a whole, an anonymous blogger. I don’t talk about my blog, I don’t hand out business cards, nor do I encourage my kids school friends mums to read my drivel. My parents don’t know about my blog.  They think I get free shit for filling in online surveys and blogging conferences are [...]

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The internet needs to buy me a house. Single story with a wrap around porch. Double story only if there is a secret escape hatch from the murderers.

{source} Over the years I have unsubcribed from a lot of blogs. Some were just plain boring. Some were annoying. Some made me want to rip out the bloggers throat via their anus. Which is pronounced A-Noos in my head. Bloggers as a whole have pretty fucked up lives.  Hell, that is why we are [...]

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Delurking Day is upon us again.

According to Chocolate Suze it is de lurking day. I love me a little de-lurking action. The day where you come on over and say Hey or Whatup? or You Suck or where can I send you money/gifts/shoes? So hit me, your burning questions/what you want me to blog about in the coming year/your best [...]

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It’s fucking rad having a blogger for a Mum.

As you all know, I went to a blogging get together and we got us some swag. Swag that given the events of the last few weeks I have yet to go through but Boo has managed to find the Mega Blocks truck that I had earmarked for my 6 month old nephew and claim [...]

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A few hours of fab to break up the mind fuck.

Yesterday I went to little blogging get together. When I say little I mean 50 women in a room with a wall air-conditioner on the hottest day so far this season. That shit needed to be sponsored by Mum deodorant. Or at least Stoli. I had a wonderful time GLOWING with mah biatches My girl [...]

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Nah Blo Me

Those of us that have been around a while are shaking in our boots at the end of October. Not because it is Birthday Week and Kelley becomes a terrifying version of Martha Stewart. Not because of All Hallows Eve and 12 year olds of all ages dress like prostitutes and come to our doors [...]

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Why I suck as a mother.

Today Moo turns 20 Tomorrow Boo turns 13 In September Too turned 18. In years gone by I would write a heartfelt letter to my offspring telling them how wonderful and fabulous and lucky they were to have me as a mother how much they have enriched my life and made me the person I [...]

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We totally need a safe word. You know like onomatopoeia. I tried using that word once but it is really hard to say when you are swinging upside down from a harness wearing a thong made of Fruit Loops.

So many of us are having a hard time of it lately. Death. Grief. Sickness. Arsehats fucking with our heads. Heads fucking with our bodies. It is hard to write a post to just get it all out when you know that your friends are going to want to say something and then have no [...]

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Is This Real Life?

This time last week I was sitting here drooling after a weekend of EPIC AWESOMENESS a weekend of forgetting that I was supposed to be brain damaged and broken and a mother and shit. A weekend with women that will forever be part of my life. Because they know too much. I remember fuck all. [...]

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A year.

Last week it was a year. A year since Boo broke his arm. A year since The Big Bad Thing. A year. That feels like a day and a century and a minute and a lifetime. A year since a part of me died. I woke up with MPS holding me this morning. I woke [...]

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