Sunday Bloody Sunday
I'm sitting here in my kitchen on a blustery Sunday afternoon watching the clouds scoot over the Escarpment, causing the sky to alternately lighten and darken again in response...
Some randomness for you...
* I'm cooking Bolognese, as it's Miss H's birthday in 2 days time, and her grandparents are coming down for a special dinner tonight. She proves her kinship with her uncle PossumBoy in that her response, each and every time, to the question "What do you want for your Birthday Dinner?" is "LASAGNE!"
Dad has taken her on a shopping trip for her birthday. To Westfield Bondi Junction. Her present is whatever they pick out together. Last time he did this she ended up with a pair of bright pink tassle-y boots which she adored. I am dreading her arrival home this evening...
* I'm eating a pomegranate. I love them, despite the extreme effort involved in eating them, and also despite the fact that my fingers are now stained pink... They make me feel exotic and Greek Goddess-like.
* I'm supposed to be writing a post for the new collaborative blog We do talk about our kids, but I'm having a shocking attack of blog-fright. All the other contributors are so articulate and intelligent and intimidatingly Melbourne... And besides, my kids have done nothing cute or sweetly-sentimental in the last couple of days. In fact I think they've got a bet running as to which of them can irritate me the most.
* I have atrocious sinus-allergy type sniffles. I'm blaming the fact that I had to go sifting through the vacuum dust-bag to rescue various pieces of Lego... Plus, even though we supposedly got an extra hour sleep this morning, nobody told the twins, so they woke up at 4:30am and refused to go back to sleep. See! I told you they're in cahoots!
* Is it sad that I love watching the ABC's election night coverage? L.O.V.E. it! Antony Green is the thinking woman's, um, political analyst?
I stood at the polling booth yesterday, confronted with my ballot paper and was overcome with dismay. I couldn't vote for any of them - I just couldn't bring myself to do it, and so voted informal for the first time in my life. I made it back to the car before bursting into tears. MrB thinks that I have too strong a sense of social responsibility. Is this possible??? I couldn't even vote for the CDP, which is my usual two-fingered salute to the Establishment. Yeah, I know, Don't say anything.
(Oh My Goodness - whoever tried to read that sentence last night would have thought I was going mad! Its's fixed now...)
And now I must bake. It's a Cross I must bear...
Some randomness for you...
* I'm cooking Bolognese, as it's Miss H's birthday in 2 days time, and her grandparents are coming down for a special dinner tonight. She proves her kinship with her uncle PossumBoy in that her response, each and every time, to the question "What do you want for your Birthday Dinner?" is "LASAGNE!"
Dad has taken her on a shopping trip for her birthday. To Westfield Bondi Junction. Her present is whatever they pick out together. Last time he did this she ended up with a pair of bright pink tassle-y boots which she adored. I am dreading her arrival home this evening...
* I'm eating a pomegranate. I love them, despite the extreme effort involved in eating them, and also despite the fact that my fingers are now stained pink... They make me feel exotic and Greek Goddess-like.
* I'm supposed to be writing a post for the new collaborative blog We do talk about our kids, but I'm having a shocking attack of blog-fright. All the other contributors are so articulate and intelligent and intimidatingly Melbourne... And besides, my kids have done nothing cute or sweetly-sentimental in the last couple of days. In fact I think they've got a bet running as to which of them can irritate me the most.
* I have atrocious sinus-allergy type sniffles. I'm blaming the fact that I had to go sifting through the vacuum dust-bag to rescue various pieces of Lego... Plus, even though we supposedly got an extra hour sleep this morning, nobody told the twins, so they woke up at 4:30am and refused to go back to sleep. See! I told you they're in cahoots!
* Is it sad that I love watching the ABC's election night coverage? L.O.V.E. it! Antony Green is the thinking woman's, um, political analyst?
I stood at the polling booth yesterday, confronted with my ballot paper and was overcome with dismay. I couldn't vote for any of them - I just couldn't bring myself to do it, and so voted informal for the first time in my life. I made it back to the car before bursting into tears. MrB thinks that I have too strong a sense of social responsibility. Is this possible??? I couldn't even vote for the CDP, which is my usual two-fingered salute to the Establishment. Yeah, I know, Don't say anything.
(Oh My Goodness - whoever tried to read that sentence last night would have thought I was going mad! Its's fixed now...)
And now I must bake. It's a Cross I must bear...
Labels: Curly Girls, Navel-gazing
posted by actonb at 12:47 pm
15 Comments:
I'll articumalate YOU!
Just kidding. All of your posts are better than mine, actonb. And I'm not all that Melourne. I was born in Sydney. So get bloggin' baby!
I also like the fact that a few days ago you were giving up blogging, and now you've got two blogs! Well done, indeed!
No one told my dog about day light saving. She woke me up at 6am by barking at my window until I let her in. Which was fabulous since I got home around 1.
So my dog and your twins are in cahoots, AB. They must have some subliminal way of communicating.
Impressive company indeed (on the kiddy blog), but as an official actonb blog lurker, I reckon you're more than up to the task. So I'm with Meva, get bloggin', your audience awaits.
*please read this as warm and friendly, not whip cracking bitch*
So ... what did she get for her birthday??????????????
meva - Shut up! You are SO articulate and Melbourne and stuff... And it's done.
Mel - heh. I like the idea that the twins are receiving their instructions subliminally, as they sure don't listen to me!
Mizanthrop - hi! It's done! The pressure! The pressure!
LaRue - She got some very sensible (but gorgeous) cords. I'm impressed! Go Dad!
As an ex-Brisbanite living in Melbourne I assure you that they aren't at all intimidating down here. Not as much chatting in the bathrooms but generally very nice and friendly.
oh wow...
can we still be friends now that youre one of the cool kids??
just saw this in Dom's election blog...
"This election campaign, in fact, deserves only one response. And that is to draw a little box at the bottom of the ballot paper, write "None of the above" next to it and make a little number "1"."
KR - it's the witty urbanity that freaks me out. That, and the ability to form sentences and stuff... It's so very Round Table. I think I may read into things too deeply...
Mex - pshaw... Aren't we on for yum cha???? And yes, that was the only option I saw available to me - STUPID POLITICS.
yum cha - you make a date and 'they' or in our case 'we' will come!
mex - And so it shall Come to Pass... I'll email you.
Mex,
Does WDTAOK make us "the cool kids"? Are you sure?*
Actonb,
Am so no longer in Melbourne. And given that last sentence, am so not articulate*. Your post on WDTAOK is ace and there should be more of it!
* No offence to Meva, INCraig and Actonb, who are clearly very cool. On the other hand I actually used the phrase "the internet is full of nerds...." and then some one finished it for me with "....and you are one of them".
** and this one.
GW - 'Melbourne' is a state of mind... And it is very cool, and populated by thinking people who think and care... So even though you may not be in Melbs, you're still Melbourne.
I, however, am Wollongong. And there's no italics going to save me here...
The internet is full of nerds. And also cool and lovely people who are joined together through the power of Blog. 'Tis a wonderous thing really...
I agree with everyone who said that your first WDTAOK post was great and anyone who implied that I am not all that articulate.
I have never, ever been one of the cool kids and I'm sure that starting a kiddie blog does not change that, even though it means I get to be much cooler by association.
I guess that usually the founding of a kiddie blog would be the absolute antithesis of cool. However we live in new and interesting times, and with the advent of the 'yummy mummy', the collab kiddie blog could be the Next Big Thing.
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