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As I will be out tomorrow (drinking, having fun, celebrating my Aussie-ness), I thought I should blog now. Even though it’s 11:18pm and I’m sooo ready for bed, I felt like I needed to blog.
So tomorrow is Australia Day, and I’m super pumped – I don’t think we did much last year, so this year is going to be lots of fun. My parents are having a BBQ at their place with all the family. I’ve made a zucchini slice/quiche thing to take with me; I’ll be interested to see how it tastes. But most of all, I’m looking forward to a day off work.
I think there’s something about Australians that is so unique – and I’m probably just saying that because I am an Aussie and that’s all I know; I’m sure that every other person from the world’s nationalities feels the same way about their own country’s people – but we’re just so chilled about everything. We’re the world’s lazybums. Today, being the day between the weekend and Australia Day, around half a million Australians took the day off work, with the damage to the economy being estimated at $250 MILLION. And Australia’s population is only 21 million, so what’s that – 2.5% of the population, roughly? But that doesn’t take into account how many of the population are actually employed, so it probably brings it up to around 5%.
Anyway, complete tangent. I was not one of the slackers today – I worked, but there wasn’t really a whole lot to do. I was bored out of my brain, to be completely honest, and really looking forward to coming home.
This is a complete ramble blog entry. I only just realised. I think I’m getting tired. Yup, I am.
I might try vlogging soon – it seems to be the way for a lot of people nowadays, and part of the reason for not blogging so much here now is because I’m typing all day at work, so the last thing I want to do when I get home is type a whole heap.
Anywho – AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE!!! OI OI OI!
Happy Australia Day, folks
*pst – less than 3 weeks till my birthday!*
I am still not doing anything hugely important. I feel lame for not blogging, but there’s nothing really to write about. Right now, I’m sitting in front of the TV with my laptop, watching The Biggest Loser and talking to Michael. He just got back from the weekend in Melbourne for his mum’s 50th birthday. It was kind of nice to get some time apart, but I’m glad he’s home.
In the last couple of weeks, I’ve been blessed with the job of taking over ‘Graphic Designer’ role for the Tasmanian Pagan Alliance, Inc. newsletter. The original GD, who had been in the role for 10 years, quit due to time and internet restraints, so I put my hand up straight away. I managed to pump out the latest newsletter, which was running late, in under 24 hours, so the State Coordinator and the Editor of the newsletter were really impressed with that – it makes me feel good to know I can contribute even more to this group I’m a part of.
Um so not much else to mention, other than mentioning the new endeavour that Catie and I have undertaken – check that out at Beauty-U. I’m meaning to post more there but the other things I’m doing (housework, Pagan Alliance stuff, etc.) have taken priority. I’ll try to post a couple of vids or blog posts this week.
So over the weekend, as you may have heard (or if you at least follow me on Twitter), you will have known that there was a huge tragedy at the weekend. It’s the largest loss of life within Australia that we’ve ever seen.
Bushfires scattered around the state of Victoria have taken, at last count, over 130 lives. Houses burnt to the ground, livestock killed, memories lost, entire towns turned to ash.
I don’t know what more to say other than my sincere condolences and heartfelt prayers to all those affected by the Vic Bushfires. I can’t imagine what it must be like to go through this type of thing. I was sitting in tears last night, watching updates on Twitter as the death toll grew and grew – from 25 to that latest count of 130 – it’s beyond imaginable.
In addition, my gratitude goes to all the service people and volunteers who put their own lives at risk to help others – you are the true heroes of this nation (and by the way, can we stop calling sportspeople ‘heroes’? It’s ridiculous to even put them on the same level as these people risking their lives).
If you can and feel so inclined, please donate to the Australian Red Cross or the Salvation Army to assist those in need – don’t feel like you have to donate a fortune – I donated $10 and every little bit helps.
RIP to those lost. We will never forget you.
P.S. A note to Senator Stephen Conroy: How about taking the $128 million put aside for the stupid, useless fucking internet filter and giving it to the Vic Fires victims, hmm?
I just got this in an email from my parents and thought it would make an interesting blog post. Enjoy
- You know the meaning of the word ‘girt’.
- You believe that stubbies can be either drunk or worn.
- You think it’s normal to have a leader called Kevin.
- You waddle when you walk due to the 53 expired petrol discount vouchers stuffed in your wallet or purse.
- You’ve made a bong out of your garden hose rather than use it for something illegal such as watering the garden.
- You believe it is appropriate to put a rubber in your son’s pencil case when he first attends school.
- When you hear that an American ‘roots for his team’ you wonder how often and with whom.
- You understand that the phrase ‘a group of women wearing black thongs’ refers to footwear and may be less alluring than it sounds.
- You pronounce Melbourne as ‘Mel-bin’.
- You pronounce Penrith as ‘Pen-riff’.
- You believe the ‘l’ in the word ‘Australia’ is optional.
- You can translate: ‘Dazza and Shazza played Acca Dacca on the way to Maccas.’
- You believe it makes perfect sense for a nation to decorate its highways with large fibreglass bananas, prawns and sheep.
- You call your best friend ‘a total bastard’ but someone you really, truly despise is just ‘a bit of a bastard’.
- You think ‘Woolloomooloo’ is a perfectly reasonable name for a place.
- You’re secretly proud of our killer wildlife.
- You believe it makes sense for a country to have a $1 coin that’s twice as big as its $2 coin.
- You understand that ‘Wagga Wagga’ can be abbreviated to ‘Wagga’ but ‘Woy Woy’ can’t be called ‘Woy’.
- You believe that cooked-down axlegrease makes a good breakfast spread.
- You believe all famous Kiwis are actually Australian, until they stuff up, at which point they again become Kiwis.
- Hamburger. Beetroot. Of course.
- You know that certain words must, by law, be shouted out during any rendition of the Angels’ song Am I Ever Gonna See Your Face Again.
- You believe, as an article of faith, that the confectionary known as the Wagon Wheel has become smaller with every passing year.
- You still don’t get why the ‘Labor’ in ‘Australian Labor Party’ is not spelt with a ‘u’.
- You wear ugh boots outside the house.
- You believe, as an article of faith, that every important discovery in the world was made by an Australian but then sold off to the Yanks for a pittance.
- You believe that the more you shorten someone’s name the more you like them.
- Whatever your linguistic skills, you find yourself able to order takeaway fluently in every Asian language.
- You understand that ‘excuse me’ can sound rude, while ‘scuse me’ is always polite.
- You know what it’s like to swallow a fly, on occasion via your nose.
- You understand that ‘you’ has a plural and that it’s ‘youse’.
- You know it’s not summer until the steering wheel is too hot to handle.
- Your biggest family argument over the summer concerned the rules for beach cricket.
- You shake your head in horror when companies try to market what they call ‘Anzac cookies’.
- You still think of Kylie as ‘that girl off Neighbours’.
- When returning home from overseas, you expect to be brutally strip-searched by Customs – just in case you’re trying to sneak in fruit.
- You believe the phrase ‘smart casual’ refers to a pair of black tracky-daks, suitably laundered.
- You understand that all train timetables are works of fiction.
- When working on a bar, you understand male customers will feel the need to offer an excuse whenever they order low-alcohol beer.
- You get choked up with emotion by the first verse of the national anthem and then have trouble remembering the second.
- You find yourself ignorant of nearly all the facts deemed essential in the government’s new test for migrants.
- You know, whatever the tourist books say, that no one says ‘cobber’.