Just some hot chics

Chaser!

Louise, Vic, Sarah and I went to see an episode of the Chaser's War on Everything last night. It aired just then (Wednesday, 9pm).
Was an adventure, but it only took me an hour to get into the city from work! Incredible. Might do that more often I think, except that parking in the city is a nightmare. Expensive and not much of it.
Anyway, the show was very funny, and we got an encore performance, with some of the 'best bits' from last year. Including the Logies Bonhead Challenge.
I'm pretty convinced I could hear Sarah laughing in the segment with the enormous paper.

And now I'm talking to Fuz, who apparantly is in Wollongong for the week. It's a bit weird.

Birthday in two sleeps. Have got fun plans, but my Grandmother is in hospital and Mum suggested that we should go see her on Friday. Now I feel guilty, cos I don't really want to. I was thinking of going to see her next week, after assignment is submitted, so probably Wednesday.

Blogging is sometimes a mindless rant, isn't it?

Birfdays

Ahh, kids parties. So much fun. So much yelling and screaming and being shy around cameras. Ethan has developed a 'camera face', a smile between "I think this will do" and "I really need to go to the toilet".

Talking of another boy who had a severe case of the "I hate photos" when he was little, 'twas also Alistair's birthday. He was 19. He's the super tall one in back.





Vic, Brettles and I.

Chinese Noodle Boxes

Going to see the Chaser being taped tomorrow. Should be interesting, and hopefully, hillarious.

Birthday in 4 sleeps. Three more days of being 26. Spose I better get a swim in before then, will hop on down to Beaton Park soonish and have a lovely lap swim and then eat lots of nourishing food. Hah! Maybe I should eat the food now, so it settles.

I think I'll get a chicken schnitzel roll for lunch tomorrow, and I'll get two so I have dinner with me. Or maybe I should just get some snacks and pick up dinner after...

More after it has happened!

Birthday Wants/Needs

Perfume – La Dolce Vita (Dior), Beautiful, Chanel (No 18 or Coco)
Pasta machine (the rollers)
Laptop bag
Cardigan/coat – snugly but not make me look like a marshmallow
Guitar lessons
Chocolates - David Jones hand picked!
Flowers
Roasting pan
Cooks knife
Pot plants that are useful and attractive

Not all of them, just the ones I could think of at the moment.

Friday On My Mind

Actually, more like Monday evening, when HOPEFULLY my final assignment for INF 101 is submitted. At this stage, I am just really wanting to pass. I am kinda glad I've only got one subject on next session. I seem to have picked up the studying mojo just a little too late, so I'll have to remember next session, devote that spare time to Uni work!

On the other news front, Mum and I have decided to go to England at the end of next year, for Christmas and the Christmas markets. I think Mum thought my plans to go traveling in 2012 were a bit too far away. It is definetly something to look forward too. I'll have to start scrooging all my money away now. I am going to talk to my boss and discuss whether I can work like, one Monday a month, and put that little bit extra in my 'England' savings. Plus what is already going in there (which isn't much at the moment). Yeah! Europe at Christmas time!

Hey, Blogger saves drafts automatically.

Bronte tomorrow, to celebrate Alistair's 19th birthday. Have to resist urge to spend money. After all, I'm going up with the Perry's, and Aunty Ros is the champion shopper of our family.

Anzac Day

Anzac Day always makes me emotional. I've just been watching the march (sydney) on TV, seeing all those men and women marching, so of them very old. And I know that it's only natural that every year, there are less in some units, old people die. But it still makes me have a bit of a cry. To remember is what today is about, and I try to do that.

Both my grandfathers served in WWII (or should I say World War, 1939-1945). Grandpa served in New Guinea in the tanks, Matilda class I think. Grandad was in Italy. I'm not sure what exactly he was, but he built bridges, being of the brickie profession. I know Grandad marched a couple of times. I'm not sure about Grandpa. Stuart and Tim have their medals.

I think, when I go travelling after I finish Uni, I would like to go to Gallipoli on this day. It seems like a cliche for a young Australian abroad to do that, but I have wanted to since I was little. I distinctly remember one of the anniversaries of Gallipoli, I was still in primary school, but I cannot remember which one. It was a big one. anyway, there was lots of shows on TV about it, and I remember the old diggers taliking about the flies in the jam, and the horrid conditions. All dead now, and one day, in the future, the last of the WWII veterans will die. And hopefully the Anzac tradition will live on. We will remember, Gallipoli and Flanders, Kokoda, Singapore, places where Australians fought and died.

Great reads

I've been reading this series by Christian Jacq about Ramses the Great (Ramses II). It's interesting reading, in that it's HISTORICAL FIction so several liberties have been taken with certain things. I know from background research (librarian!) that Ramses had at least a few children by the time he actually became pharaoh, and in these books he only has two at the moment, and only has two wives. Sure, Nefretari is Great wife, and his most beloved, apparent in the impressive tombs and monuments he made for her.

I suppose if you're writing historical fiction you can do this. Especially for characters that lived over 3200 years ago. Still, it seems that Jacq idolises this particular pharaoh. So he (I think he's a he) has modernised a few elements of Ramses character. Made him a nice romantic lead, in love with his frail lady wife, not one who would wed his own daughter (yep, Ramses marries his daughter Meritamon, whom he had by Nefertari). In Egypt, this was acceptable, as it cemented royal bloodlines and the right to be pharoah. You've gotta wonder though, didn't they notice that this sort of thing produced sickly children? In lots of other cultures this was forbidden. Maybe no sex was involved. Just marriage. Prevents her from marrying other guys too. Great way for a father to keep his little girl safe from men...

eww.

I'm also reading 'The Quiet American' by Graham Greene. It's wonderfully written, so poetic and descriptive. the story is quite simple, but complex as well. I saw the movie with Michael Caine and Brendan Fraser before I started to read it, but so far things are very similar. The book is more descriptive and the character of Pyle a little more naive than he seems in the movie, a bit more fleshed out. Which in turn makes him seem more dangerous. When you evetually discover his real mission in Vietnam, is seems like war mongering, but under the flag of 'helping make things right'.

School is back. Erck. Still, only one day till Anzac day, then only two days till the weekend. and, I don't think I have to drive this week. Hooray.