Friday's Shoegasm and Fawk You Friday on Voting

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Take the Friday's Shoegasm button and post your favourite pair of Hooker Heels.  Lets see whats in your shoe cupboard!

The new Christian Louboutin collection *double drool*  don't even want to know how much they cost.  I would probably have to work for six months just to pay for them.  But aren't they soooo pretty?!

HOT-COUTURE
Price: £119.00



Fawk You Friday's Rules are :

• Take the button
• Link up 
• Vent your week's frustrations on your blog

Spread the Word - Simple as that!

Fuck You to the Brackenhurst Voting Station who let the four of us stand in the queque freezing our arses off for 20 minutes before they told us we weren't registered at their pityful make-shift voting station.  Pffft!  We then had to go stand in the Meyersdal Voting Station queue for another hour and a half to put two piddly crosses on two silly ballot papers.  Does my vote really count?

Fuck you to MNet who air Australia's Master Chef every single fucking day on prime time.  How many boring cooking shows can we physically stomach before I spew my supper all over the screen?  Jaysus, give us some re-runs of The Big Bang Theory.  Even Knight Rider would be better than the junk you air for us.

Last one is a Fuck You to Winter in general.  Everyone knows I hate being cold.  I can't feel my toes anymore and my nose looks like a Poppy.  So not attractive.  Just Fuck Off and don't come back.  No one likes you.  You're annoying, so go be morbid and depressing somewhere else.

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Friday's Shoegasm Shizzle and Fawk You Friday about Parenting

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Link up, Lassies for Friday's Shoegasm.  Come on all you HeelFreaks reveal all yer favorite bed hooker heels.  Take my button, post it on your blog and do a post of your favourite heels.  Every lass needs at least ONE pair of awesome 5½ inch heels.

Christian Louboutin Pigalle pumps $540

Christian Louboutin Straratata 140 suede sandals $995

Iron Fist GPB49.99 from Scorpio Shoes

Funky Retro Boots Amazon

$126 Gucci Red Boots

Gucci heels from Bombay Harbour

Boobies, Babies and a Blog hosts Fawk You Friday. 

Loads of posts are popping up about Blogger and how they suck because of their recent down-time.  

Yes, obviously their "routine maintenance" went horribly wrong and we didn't have access for a while.  But Plonkers, this is the first time in the three fucking years that Blogger has been "unavailable". 

Quit bitching about it not being available for ONE FUCKING DAY, instead, send them a thank you that they've been up and running with no glitchs for the last three years!

My Fuck you this week goes to Parenting!  

As a mother of two wee ones, I’m occasionally frustrated and yet amazed by them.

Last night was no different - I could've easily strangled one of my offspring and sold the other one for beer money.

Take this as an example:

We have an argument with our partner, go to sleep upset or pissed off with each other and in the morning those feelings are still lingering, possibly a little diluted, but those feelings are still there. We mope and pout, grumble and fret. However, with children, we could carry on like a woman possessed (which I have been known to accomplish from time-to-time) and all seems to be forgiven and forgotten in the morning.

We can learn lessons from our children.

The next morning our children breeze into your bedroom with cheerful good morning wishes and beaming smiles and immediately you get a clean slate, a fresh start, a chance to redeem yourself and restore your level-headedness as a respectable and worthy parent.

Don’t get me wrong I never take this instant forgiveness for granted because after the dramatic performances of shouting, begging, screaming and nagging, The Guilt sets in. I write The Guilt in capital letters and italics because most parents will know The Guilt is obscenely ruthless. For parents it is a brutal aura that loiters around for ages and creeps in quietly and pokes at the wound catching you off guard.

Oh the remorse!

Seeing your children with fear in their eyes because you have snapped their heads off is harsh. Often, the shame and self-reproach is unbearable.

We feel guilty for reprimanding, we feel guilty for punishing, we feel guilty for teaching them a lesson, we feel guilty for scolding when all we want them to do is listen to us and trust that we’re doing it for their benefit in the long run. We’re not doing it to be mean or bitter or malicious. We are parenting.

However, children are Master Manipulators. They spot The Guilt immediately and they exploit it. Oh, they can smell The Guilt a mile away. Those big, wide puppy dog eyes and quivering lips are flawless examples of their guileful skill. Our children push the right buttons at the right time and operate us like the puzzles they built with expert proficiency. Don’t let them fool you! Don’t fall for their lures and charms. Their ability to twist and contort your practical and logical thoughts is remarkable.

We can learn lessons from our children.

We all have different parenting styles but most parents agree that no matter what method you use, our little ones will study your methods as quickly as you implement them. We have to keep one step ahead of them with new tactics and new strategies. Campaigns need to be rehashed as soon as they decipher our plan.

We need to think like the military. Be armed, stand ready and shoot from the hip. Always have the mission in mind and know when to advance and retreat. Do not question orders and if need be, recruit reinforcements to substitute when you are ready to loose control. Get an edge on life. Less Flower Power and more fire power.

I envy kangaroos. The baby crawls out of the womb when it is about two inches long, gets into the pouch and starts to grow. I’d have another baby if it would mature in my handbag.

I love my girls but some days I’d trade one of them for a case of fine wine, oh fuck that fine wine, cheap plonk wine and hard drugs will do just fine!

 Do your kids also drive you to drink?

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Fawk You Friday and a Shoegasm

Boobies, Babies and a Blog hosts Fawk You Friday.  So, go link up and tell us about that Fucker that cut you off in traffic or the assbag that sneezed down your neck or the untraceable Plonker who never changes the toilet roll when its finished. 

Here are my grumbles:

Fuck you to my premenstrual iPod that never wants to play along.  I get to gym today looking forward to listening to my Jack White and all my fucking songs are corrupt.  Temperamental little Bitch that she is.

Fuck you to Winter.  I hate you!  I detest being cold and you are rapidly creeping in.   Slipping in the back door like the sneaky Doochebag you are.  Long-sleeved tops and jackets are being hauled out.  Don't get me wrong, I love all the cute boots this season, but I hate having to wear layers of clothes that makes you look like fucking Mitchelin Man.

Fuck You to my pathetic local Spar Supermarket for never stocking my favourite Vanilla Yogi-Sips.  I was dying for one and you failed to bestow my craving.  Every other shaggin' flavour except what I was craving for! 

And ALWAYS a big Fuck You when I find a fish bone in my last scrummy bite of battered hake.  It just pisses right on my battery and makes the entire plate of food feel contaminated.  How can that crappy last bite dictate the overall satisfaction of a pretty good fish 'n chips dish?
My Final Fuck You: 

I am so incredibly thwarted that no one is hosting Friday Shoegasm anymore.   Very disappointed indeed, so I've decided to congregate my own group of Heel Worshippers.  Link up, ShoeFreaks and reveal all yer favorite bed hooker heels, Lassies.  Take the button below, post it on your blog and do a post on your favourite heels.


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Bootie Licious $250 from Hipster Chick

Shoeseria

$349 from Jellyfish

Louboutins Knock offs R765

 Have a brilliant weekend!

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