Friday Goodness

It is Good Friday. We celebrate when Jesus died on the cross for our sins. I find it fascinating that in this secular world (secular is a word used to describe non religious folk, or more specifically, non christians) that there is a still a holiday where pretty much EVERYTHING is closed for the day. And it becomes not a public holiday but more a public curfew… as you may as well stay inside. There are good things to this as you feel no guilt eating chocolate and watching bad movies. I played trivial pursuit with Nick, Matt and Kate, was a lot of fun and I lost. Turns out school gave me a false thought I knew stuff.

I saw my good mate Matt the other week, he was down with his partner. Both are such lovely guys who give such an amazing example of a couple. Sure they would have their challenges but they inspire me, they have been together for years, are now married and just seem just as much in love. I hung out with Matt and had drinks. He is an actor and he met up with a guy he knows who is also an actor, but one of the kind that blow smoke up their own ass. Matt really was not in the mood and was also drained from the whole experience. Have you ever been talking to someone you dont get along with and wish they were gone. Without thinking, Matt closed his eyes and squeezed them tight, and opened them, hoping this guy was gone. He wasnt, so he did it again, but no, still there. So it doesnt work for Matt, but I may try one day. Not like I have anyone I dislike..

Walked past two girls on a park bench on way to work. One was obviously listening in on the other girl’s mobile phone conversation, for support naturally. All I heard was the girl on the phone say “You were great when it was great, and that is the part that like, hurts”. Makes me wonder how many people are having a similar chat in parks all around earth. Especially with supportive people who are listening in. Like me, I am supportive. Support away.

I have come up with a cookie I like making, and so I have not attempted to make any other cookies now, just this one recipe. I made it up and so feel like I have my own fake grandmother recipe for amazing cookies that I must convert everyone til. But really, they go soggy within two days (not dripping wet soggy, as that is gross but just a bit more than chewy.) So really, not the best cookie but I appreciate the habit and the ingredients. What.. does that even mean?

Possum in park last night insisted it wanted to climb my leg but I did not allow it.

I was asked to wrap a box at work yesterday. I think I lucked out with the understanding how to wrap boxes. My attempt was this. Shit.

Lost my glasses, so have my backup pair. I find it screams that I like my lattes blacker than black. Even though I dont drink coffee.

Happy Easter. Hope the bunny gets you stuff. Even though how on earth a Bunny got linked into eggs I have no idea. Just like lions gel so well with Boxset DVDs and provide lots of happy adults all in one evening, the boxset they have dreamed about. Magic.


It has been brought to my attention that due to laziness and the fact I dont read through my blog entries sometimes before I post, I am pretty shit at grammar. I remember the days back in primary school where I came first in “language” as we called it. Maybe it is cause we also rely way too much on spell check and the green underline on Word that informs us that our sentence does not make sense. So, I shall try and make myself speak in a manner that reflects my intellect, as opposed to sometimes sounding like a less intelligent person.

The launch of the exhibition was last night. Was SO much fun! There were camels, celebrities* and awesome food and drinks. Was a great team bonding exercise too. And I got to wear a black tie getup, first time ever, and I think I like wearing suits more these days. So pumped to work on this exhibition, I am loving my job there. The people especially. See the below photo of Kitty and I, as well as some hired Egyptians**

I am sure you have seen those guys who come up to cars at traffic lights and offer to wash their windows. Well I was walking across the street yesterday and a guy came running out once the cars had stopped, with a yo ho diablo. Remember them? And he began performing for the cars. I dont know what he expected them to do, throw money at him? It was all just a bit awkward cause the people in the cars just ignored him while he spun the diablo thing under his legs and then around his back. I kept walking.

I had two American friends stay with me for the past week and it was great to have them. They loved Melbourne and already beginning to enjoy seeing others discover this city for the first time and tell them places to check out. The only awkward thing was when they had to use bathroom during night which is through my room, and the quiet trickle coming from the bathroom at 4am. Moving on.

I had a friend request on facebook the other day. Actually I get about 5 a day and NO idea who these people are. But my favourite has been an old man from the Southern states of USA, and he sent me a message asking to form a friendship if I was interested. All his photos were of him and guns. Maybe he can help me with the snail problem?

So back to work quickly, the beginning of the exhibition experience involves one of the staff saying a quick speech to a group of guests before they enter. I was doing it as a demo for groups, so the staff could see how to do it. One of the groups had several journalists and I turned the mic on and went “Welcome to Tutank. .. Tutmenahkem.. Tut.. Tutahamen and the Golden Age of the Pharaohs”. NO idea what happened there but I screwed up his name, several times and its the bloody name of the exhibition. I laugh.. now.

I used to love when you could get out of Sport at school cause you had a note from parents cause you were sick or had an injury etc. It had SO much power.
“Get changed into your sports shoes!
“Nah, I dont have to”
“I have … a note!”

Wish you could do that with work now.

“Can you please take all these boxes down to the storeroom?”
“Nah I cant”
“Ah… why? Too heavy?
Nah, Mum wrote me a note”.

Now off to make Milo cookies and then the lovely Cyndi Lauper is performing in Melbourne tonight and since her first single came out a few weeks after I was born, we have a connection or some shit.

* Celebrities is a loose term. I saw a newsreader and a travel show host.
** Only dressed up guys from some gym.

Coles Corn Flakes

Coles Corn Flakes, they are just as nice as Kellogs. I have found this out as I became the grandma to look at the junk mail Coles Catalogue and circle the bargains I would love. I also found out that I can get Nescafe coffee for $3 (its a dollar dazzler!) Oh where has my time gone?

I have been walking to work and it is such a good walk because I pretty much only have parks to walk to between my house and work. So I get to see some interesting sites, and I dont just mean the “hey that flower is pretty wow huh… “. I dont talk like that just so you know. Last night at about 10pm I walked past a dark figure crouching on the ground, as I got closer, not intentionally as dark figures are not the type you wish to approach, but the path went that way. I am a sheep, what can I say. The dark figure turned out to be a middle aged fat man, pouring sloppy bread that was all mashed up, into containers and talking to himself. I then saw about 8 possums all around him, licking his hands and some had their heads in the slop. “Hey Mary, where is Delilah tonight? Sammy, you dont be too greedy!” I kept walking, looked back once and then continued on my way. I thought, hey to this guy, that makes his day. It also answered a question I had last week, when I walked past the same spot and some sort of stick contraption was holding the underside of a makeshift fence (built for an exhibition in the park that week) that left a gap under the fence, and a bowl of white slop. The possum man had made sure his possums could still access their version of corn flakes. Even maybe Coles ones.

I have been here over two months now, starting to feel like home. But I do miss my family, more than I thought. So I buzz them often and they seem a bit surprised I have called as much. Not that I do not want to be here, but just having a stage in life where I do like having them around. Odd huh.

I stood behind an older lady (I dont say old as it is offensive apparently. Because they will keep getting older and older and there is no maximum “old”) and she was at the ATM (Cash Machine). I was not paying attention for a while, as you do not really do that while waiting in a queue for the ATM, plus I was skipping through my iPod working out what songs were actually good, and why there was so much shit in a row on random on it. Adam Ant?? I dont even know who he is! So the woman began to take a little while, and so began to observe. After a bit I realised what the problem was. She was staring at the screen at the “Enter your pin” stage. She went to touch the pad to type in a number (dont worry I couldn’t see the pac, and was not planning on robbing Doris) and then pulled her hand away again with hesitation. She had forgotten her pin and looked so perplexed. After a while she took the card out and looked around and wondered off and sat on a bench. She looked gutted and confused.

My snails suck. I call them mine now, as they pretty much live in my letterbox permanently and so living in my space and technically pets, but can you have unwanted pets? Yeah, cause I had a Dalmatian Todd who I really pushed the unwanted vibe at. My Credit Card and Electricity bill are half eaten, so really, did I even get the bill? Excuse like the dog ate my homework, but this time, snails ate my bill so dont have to pay? Sort of yeah.

A mate of mine and me were walking along a street near his house and we walked past an OLDER couple (still being politically correct, but also, the lady wasnt old old) they stopped us and asked my friend if he had lost a USB stick. Yes, he had. The lady was looking elsewhere a lot, and said “we didnt look at what was on it, we didnt. But found a file with your name and address so we could work out who owned it and return it.” She looked sus. My friend said thanks very much and they said they would put it in his letterbox (snails better not bloody know how to eat USB sticks. The dickheads) We kept walking and I thought about why that lady made no eye contact. We concluded he must have porn on the USB stick. Oh Cherie just thought she was looking for a document with an address and found much much more.

Hm what photo do I put up with this blog entry.. I have a random shot of a toy lemur and a guy on a ladder installing part of the exhibition. Oh wait, a possum from the park.