Fuck You, Mother’s Day back in May, was me venting my frustration at the utter shite that was marketed towards us for
This has been a long time coming. I’m always nice when it comes to the anti science brigade because I
Over the last couple of years I’ve noticed things have taken a downward slide in the looks department. Parts of
Ah, Kim Kardashian. Famous for being famous. Love her or hate her, the world has never seen a celebrity this
Once upon a time there were two glorious boobies who sat proudly atop my chest, pushing their flawless faces towards the
Dear Slow Walkers I love that you like family time and feel the need to spread your entire clan six-across
Things that made me chortle this week. WARNING: DO NOT WATCH AT WORK. Someone made a Porn Parody starring
Gastro is like the worst relationship you have ever had. One that you should never have gotten into in the
I wanted to hate this. There was a certain amount of validation in my refusal to download the game that
Man I love my kids. I would die for them without a second thought. But far out, being a mum
It happened again! I’ve upset some people and they’ve had a crack at poor old Far Kew. The reason? I made
Play Along With Sam on Foxtel is a pretty safe bet in my house where my kids and their TV
I go back and forth between Sydney and Melbourne fairly often. Sometimes I get lucky and I don’t bring my
Auto Correct, this thing is the bane of my ducking life. I rely on the word DUCK to write my
As many of you know, I’ve been given the arse from my rental property in Melbourne and we need to
This morning, once I shipped the kids off to daycare, I went to the bathroom where I knew I would
I’m at the stage now where one of my kids is old enough to have proper friends and invitations to
I had an epiphany this month. And I didn’t even have to google how to spell epiphany, which is how
Fuck You, Chicken Skin Handbag. When my second womb raider was born I was delighted to find out I had
I stepped into the shallow mind of North Shore Steamer, Genevieve Twat-Waffle-Smythe this week. The purpose was to find out
I simply cannot deal with those who can’t park to save themselves. The Westfield’s of Australia have saved me some pain by installing
Today is special as we have reached another milestone, 11,000 members. So, as promised, I made a little video. I
The steamed vagina set were up in arms this weekend! They were none too impressed to be called out on the cobwebs
During my trip to Sydney this week, I hijacked The Husband’s hotel room at the Hilton, considering it a mini
This week I travelled up to Sydney from my arctic Melbourne home to visit the fam. It was tops! My kids
Back in January, Gwyneth Paltrow gave a huge endorsement to the Tikkun Spa in LA on her blog goop. Their
I’ve been a shit stirrer since I was a little girl. I can’t help it. I like to have a
I’ve got a mum and I am a mum. Which means I am going to be on the giving and
I’ve been hooked since the first episode of this unbelievably magnificent TV show. I have loyally stood by while all
Bitching Hour. Not actually an hour, but roughly the time between 5-7pm when you’ve got kids to feed, bathe, dress and
Ah, the humble brag. One of the most annoying things on Facebook and all social media come to think of it. Nothing gets my back up more than someone who is unable to own their own apparent majesty and just fucking BRAG.
One of the things I miss most about the Facebook mums groups I’ve been kicked out of is the plethora of humble brags. Especially where cakes are concerned.
I’m going to warn you now, there is nothing funny about this post. You might want to pass over this one if you are the skipping, clappy handy type (not that there is anything wrong with that, gimme some please). And I promise something much more fun than this is coming on Friday.
I’ve had some really interesting messages over the past few weeks. Everything from Trolls telling me I suck, “fan mail” *chortle* to Far Kew and heartfelt messages from friends and complete strangers thanking me for the laughs. I love it. Some of them have been quite personal ones, telling me my rants are the only light part of their week as they are suffering from depression. And those ones hit a bit of a nerve.
Far Kew is fine with life, she gets a bit ranty throughout the week, but stuff just rolls off her. Me? Not so much in tune with the rolling.
I was pretty shitty to receive my Telstra bill this month seeing as I wasn’t able to use the service
I often need to take a quick trip up to Sydney for work purposes and usually the cheapest flights are with Tiger Air. They are relatively new to the scene, but legit enough that I will fly them and not worry about plummeting out of the sky in a fiery wreck.
Until this week.
My alarm went off at the unwelcome but not obscene time of 6am and I had a quick splash and kissed my kids goodbye. I had a dream run to the airport, arriving 1.5 hours before my flight was due to leave, which is unheard of for me as I am nearly always scrambling in there looking like a not-so-hot mess right at the last minute.
So many people asked me what my opinion of this gut wrenchingly awful video was that I could no longer stay silent.
You will no doubt have seen or at least heard about the apology video that Johnny Depp and his wife Amber Heard were forced to give yesterday as part of the punishment for smuggling their dogs Pistol and Boo undeclared into Australia last year.
Y’all know I hate to go shopping. It’s where the most insufferable fools like to hang out, seemingly just to give me the fucking shits.
If I want to make a place in a fiery hell-like situation seem preferable to living, I take my kids to the local shopping center and combine two of my most hated tasks. Shopping. And shopping with my children.
My local hell-hole, I mean mall, is your typical run-of-the-mill centre with the usual suspects available like Coles, Woolies, Target, JB Hi-Fi and a food court. But you cannot enter this place without finding those fucking vending machines selling life-threatening confectionery, cheap plastic trinkets or choke hazard bouncing balls. Or it could be those machines with the claw which I am certain they wax up so you never fucking win.
If you can get past those without your kids having an epic meltdown and almost dislocating your arm from pulling, you will be met in about 5 steps by one of those merry-go-round kiddie rides. Cue another epic meltdown if you do not let them at least sit on it for a couple of minutes. They have flashing lights, friendly paint-jobs and are super fucking appealing to kids.
I’ve spat out the same sad old lines time and time again “Sorry, mummy has run out of money.” “This one is broken.” “No, we don’t put money in these it’s a waste.” My kids are usually happy to sit on it and pretend for a few minutes while I muster up the strength to keep going.
Once they get their fill of the Wiggles’ Big Red Car or the Thomas The Tank Engine ride, we press on. But little more than 8 fucking steps later and there’s another one! YIPPPEEEEE.
I want to choke myself.
This is what happens when you pay 15 year olds $5 an hour to work on a Sunday. Poor pigs. It’s not their fault they are vertically challenged.
If you have been keeping up with this blog, you will know that I recently registered the domain www.cuntasaurus.com after I called out the haters in a recent post about trolls.
I was kinda amazed it was still available, but I snapped that shit up faster than you can get flicked in the eyeball by a purple asparagus rubber band. Pretty fucking fast.
What are my plans? Well. I know there are people out there that have used cuntasaurus as an insult. But I believe I am the first to liken it to a Thesaurus. Even if I am not, I’m claiming it. So there.
You see, I am actually a pretty polite person in real life. Far Kew is my evil sidekick who can say and do whatever the fuck she feels like.
But she won’t say c*unt. And neither will I.
Occasionally I will roll it out for shock value, but to me it’s just a word too far. It doesn’t suit me and it doesn’t suit Far Kew.
In comes my idea. The Cuntasaurus. An insult bible for those who can’t or won’t say “The C Word”. When asshole just won’t cut it, consult the cuntasaurus for the perfect smack down.
I need your help. Let’s do this together!
I invite you all to send me your best insults for potential inclusion into this handy pocket guide. There are no rules apart from you having to have “liked” the Fuck You Friday FB page.
So PM me your best withering insults that will send even the biggest douche bag running for the hills.
Just don’t say C*NT.
I consider myself an all or nothing individual. There is absolutely nothing I like to do by halves. For example, I cannot eat one chocolate, one biscuit or one piece of cheese. Nor can I drink one beer. I must drink ALL the beer to be satisfied.
Because I can no longer eat Kale and realised I hadn’t eaten a green vegetable in quite some time, I decided to steam two bunches of asparagus and eat it for lunch. Two whole bunches of steamed asparagus on a plate, with nothing else. That would fix my iron deficiency for sure!
15 minutes later I needed to pee and the stench was unbearable. So, I consulted the wild world of web for some answers. The smell is down to a compound called methyl–mercaptin found in asparagus, that once broken down by the body produces a sulphurous odor likened to rotting cabbage. Several medical papers also suggest that not all humans produce this foul smelling piss after eating asparagus and there are also some that are unable to smell it at all despite it being present. Weird.
Mind you, this information was collated after having actual humans agree to pee in cups and then smell each others pee. I’m not too sure how fucking scientific that would be.
On Wednesday this week, I had to drive to a place called Footscray, when it was pissing down with rain.