Why I have decided to get botox

I am fully aware of my love of rugby union. I love watching the game and over the years, I have even started to understand the rules. Horatio made his A-Grade debut this weekend. It was the perfect winter day, with full blue sky and a lovely sun that ensured that I had my daily dosage of vitamin D. Horatio was very nervous and was given quite … [Read more...]


Ahh, weekend sport. The time honored tradition of rugging up for rugby. Standing on the sidelines with a sausage sizzle in your hand as you drip sauce down your front and smear it around a bit with a cheap, nasty serviette. It down not matter what you look like. You are a rugby mum and the sauce is a badge of honour. Or is it? It all comes … [Read more...]

The Luxurious Period

What do these four items have in common? According to the Australian Government, they are all considered to be luxury items. This week the Greens were unsuccessful in trying to remove the GST on sanitary products, arguing that we are being penalised for simply existing. Us Aussie sheilas spend 300 million dollars a year trying to stem the … [Read more...]

Inside my linen cupboard

It is not unusual to be left feeling inadequate when you spend some time on social media. It can make you feel fat and frumpy, a shit-house cook, a hot mess in most areas of your life and bad at decorating your kids bedroom. And on the odd occasion you come across something so contrived, it makes you want to punch yourself in the … [Read more...]

Does your brain ever default to become your enemy?

It has been about a fortnight since Putin and Trump colluded together, along with Google, to take down* Australia's Number One Ridiculous Website. I am not going to sugar coat it, it has been a rough time. I discovered that I was addicted to blogging and as with any addiction, once it is taken away from you, you go into withdrawals. And with no … [Read more...]

“It hurt like fire in my tits”

Do you watch the HBO show GIRLS? I did and I loved it and was very emosh when the series came to an end. Hannah, the main character pictured here with her son Grover, was having issues with breastfeeding. "It hurts like fire in my tits!" She exclaims "All these women in my circle were judgemental...." When I found myself with child, I just … [Read more...]

If I was you, I’d want to be me too. Except not.

Did you know that your "funny bone" isn't even a real bone? I started thinking about it when I whacked my elbow on the car door during the long weekend. The result was not funny at all. But because I have an enquiring mind, I wanted to know why why why? It is the ULNAR nerve that creates that pain. This nerve is responsible for the control of your … [Read more...]

Enter the Stirrup Pant

Look, to be honest I had heard the rumours but I didn't believe it could be true. That was before I walked into Witchery yesterday morning and was confronted by a slap across my face memory from the late eighties.... Stirrup pants are back! Born in 1985, it has taken a few decades to trot back into fashion. While I am here, who decides these … [Read more...]

Have fingers. Will pick.

My name is Mrs Woog and I am an unconscious picker. Oh, and I am also a conscious one as well! Multi-talented in the art of picking, that's me! I come from a family of pickers. Unable to leave things be. One of my sisters once had an ingrown hair on her forearm and picked and picked and picked at it. She actually called it "Picky" and she made … [Read more...]

What goes around….

I believe many things to be 100% true. I know when I am desperate for a coffee that there will be no milk. I know that when I go to empty the dishwasher, one of my family members would have put a full bowl of weet-bix on the top rack and the contents will have spilt all over the clean plates and I know that I will always find no ice cream in the … [Read more...]