Talking Frankly is about everything from housework to human rights. It is a mixture of observation, commentary and opinions.
It also contains a lot of profanity along with the humanity. And please don’t steal my work. Somebody invariably dobs you in and it gets messy.
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Loving button buttons – aspirations of the not rich
You know that moment when you decide to go to bed and remember you stripped the bed earlier in the day and haven't yet made it up again? When you are bleary eyed and wonder if not doing it would make you the worst person in the world? And then you wonder...
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Sixty minutes that led to heartbreak
Yesterday afternoon, the girls and I went to the park so that their father could pursue the manly task of mowing the lawn without the screams of terror that the girls omit when confronted with domestic tasks. They have a similar reaction to vacuuming so we have...
Why do I always get the weird ones?
Today I had cause to take a short taxi ride to collect some boxes full of other boxes which were too big and heavy and too many for me to carry through the streets of Sydney in my arms. So into the back seat of the taxi I did jump. And I couldn't help but notice...
They say the darnedest things
My toddler is just getting to the age where I recognise that I am never going to know what goes on her head. I've always been of the opinion that parents are generally the ones that know their children the least, mostly because they assume so much knowledge...
I am the walking dead and all because of a fart
With babies comes changes to your sleep patterns. I get that. Its part of it. No point complaining, just get on with it.But at this very moment in time, when I spent most of the night, literally hours of the period between midnight and dawn, walking up and...
Gays, Asylum Seekers and Spanx
I woke up this morning to the news that the UK had pass the marriage equality bill 400 - 175 votes (more here). Nick Clegg (who I think is a pratt generally) summed it up beautifully when he said ""I genuinely believe that we will look back on today as a landmark for...
Cancer is a bumhole. Now Donate.
Cancer is a stupid bumhole. I'd like to put it more violently but recent evidence suggests that at least one of my parents reads my blog on occasion so I'm going to leave it there. 2012 was a particularly crappy year of young lovely people getting cancer....
Sexism from the cradle – why does it only seem to bother me?
One of the things that gets me all het up, hot under the collar and well - mad (despite being old enough to know better and a very solid grasp of how this is a 'little thing') is people addressing me as Mrs. Just because I'm married. When I was single, I...
Why we instagram love
I was looking at this photo and loving it to pieces. For the bazillionith time. And for good reason, it's an adorable snap one of about 60 we took trying to get the girls to pose adorably in their Christmas shirts for our Christmas cards. But they...
Returning my wings
So today I read a really great article by a Dr Stephanie Burns (here) on establishing good habits and I resolved in that spontaneous I'll-regret-it-for-sure-way that tomorrow I start a 21 day program to establish a habit of NOT consuming Red Bull and Coke as a daily...
Ranjini should have a photo album
When my second daughter was on her way, some friends of mine gifted me a photo session (with credit for photos) so that we could have some professional snaps taken. Today, with the cheeky monkey almost ten months and her sister almost two years and four months -...
The wonderful world of Disney (my first sponsored post!)
I spent twenty years in Canberra. I moved there when I was 5 and left there when I was 25. That means I spent my childhood there and a lot of Sundays.Growing up, Sundays tended to follow a fairly familiar pattern. First off - church. Normally in your 'Sunday' best...