Archive for August 2004

 

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Hot Olympic Asses

19 August 2004

So surely I’m not the only woman, whose sole reason for watching the Olympics is to perve on the hot European guys in speedos yeah?

I mean, did you see those Greek synchronised divers who won gold?? A pair of damn fine asses.

My husband had to keep mentioning –
Honey close your mouth, you’re drooling on the couch.

Bring back nude Olympics I say.


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A Room With A View

18 August 2004

I was sifting through a whole heap of digital photos the other day – as you do on a rainy Tuesday afternoon. I came across a picture I took while I was working in East Perth. It was the view outside my office window. It was what I saw every single bloody day, as I lifted my eyes 5 cms above and beyond my monitor.

I remember thinking, Pfft whatever… there’s no point oohing and aahing over the view and wishing I was outside. I’m at WORK. And I’ll be stuck in here for another 8 hours goddamnit.

Sheesh. Talk about being a grumpy, cynical, spoilt brat. So today I took my son for a walk to visit my old work place. For a little landscape appreciation, of course. My old work gang isn’t there anymore. But the view was still the same.

And as I walked over the boardwalk, across the bridge, in front of the squeaky clean facades of modern day inner city living… I suddenly remembered why the place didn’t sit well with me.

It was all so beautiful. But it was all so fake. So immaculate and perfect. It oozed a mocking unattainable wealth with a mocking unattainable lifestyle to match. It’s like the way those fashion magazines feature this months’s essential winter jacket for only $3,200. It just makes me roll my eyes.

Then again having said that, if anyone offered me a free penthouse villa over-looking the inlet, I’d snatch it up in a snap.


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See Ya Mate

14 August 2004

Sigh. My little sister is off to Japan for a couple of years.

She’s quit her job, packed her bags and off to teach English with the JET Programme. She had been brewing and plotting the idea for years and YEARS. No one ever took her seriously. It was quite amusing.

I guess everyone figured that she’d grow out of it. Or that she’d suddenly realise the enormous step it would take to leave everyone and everything in her universe behind – well paying job, car, boyfriend, friends, family, church.

And I guess it’s the comfort of knowing the essential things about the city in which you’ve grown up – like the best place to park on a Saturday night in Northbridge, the best place to buy emergency ice cream and pads at 3am in the morning, and that you shouldn’t go to the bank at lunch times or at 3:30pm

I’ve often wanted to ask her, Are you sure you want to do this?. Only to realise that I did a similar thing when I was 20. I finished uni and I stepped onto a plane set for Singapore. My plan was to live there and work my ass off for 5 years.

Ah how plans change. In those 5 years I changed my mind, came back to Perth, got an awesome job, met my husband, got married, did some travelling, started my own business, moved house, had a baby, and now living as a stay at home mum. Funny how life turns out in such a short space of time.

Anyway, I’m proud, happy, and excited that she’s finally managed to pursue her life long dream. And besides… she left 3/4 of her wardrobe, her uber shoe and earring collection here… *muahahahaha*


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Back From Our Holiday

10 August 2004

Aaaah, we’re back from our little break. I’ve got so much to catch up with. Eeek the world moves on so quickly when you’re not watching. It’s August already??

We drove up 6 hours north along the coast, to stay with my husband’s parents. It was so nice to indulge in a bit of country laziness – sleeping at 10pm, waking at 10am. Making bonfires. Home cooked meals. Long hot showers. Walks along the creek. Chasing seagulls at the beach. It was all good.

Surprisingly, Callum didn’t kick up too much of a fuss during the car ride. A 16 month old kid in the car seat for 6 HOURS?? I didn’t know who would go mad first.

I borrowed irrating musical toys. I had all his favourite snacks. I had kiddy CDs. I had crayons. I had puppets. We stopped for lunch (road house chips and a meat pie, yeah baby). So it all went well and he even managed to sleep for 2.5 hours during the ride.