Forgettable. That’s what I am.

A few months ago, I went to stay at Kylie and Sheela’s house for the night. It was a week night slumber party so before I left for work that morning, I tried to remind Husband that I wouldn’t be home that night.

E rolled his eyes back, forward and all around and insisted that I’d already told him this a “gazillion times”.

So off I trotted to work and then to the Mountains. I had a lovely evening with the girls and we sat up late talking. As I was getting into bed, a bewildered Husband phoned.

“Where are you??” he asked
“I’m at Kylie and Sheela’s house”, I replied, amused that he hadn’t remembered after all.

And then…

“Hang on! It’s 11.45pm! I usually get home at 6.30pm. Why the hell has it taken more than five hours for you to wonder where I was? What if something had happened to me?”

No satisfactory response was forthcoming.

A few weeks later,  my Manager came into the office late, after giving an early morning presentation off site. Before he got back, I had to head out to a seminar. At three thirty that afternoon, after I’d been gone four hours, and he’d been back for three, he suddenly panicked.

“Has anyone seen Janine today? Does anyone know where she is?”

It didn’t occur to him to check my diary until someone else suggested it. Once he did, his initial panic disappeared and he realised I was actually due back at any moment.

It appears that I can be MIA for hours on end before the two people I spent most of my time with, notice that I’m not there.  While I was outraged at the time of both of these events, I have realised that there are valuable lessons I can take away:

1) I should never list Ian as my next of kin.

2) I can turn up at work at any old time I please.

3) If I’m ever captured, and my kidnappers are threatening to withhold torture until I reveal all my important secrets, I’ll know that I may as well tell them straight away.

Waiting for my husband to come dashing through the door to save me is not looking likely!

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Yay for Leigh Leigh!

My clever sister finished the last essay for her Masters Degree yesterday.

With an undergrad and a masters to each of their names, plus David soon to start his PhD, these two will soon have more degrees between them than a thermometer.

You wouldn’t know it to look at them though would you?

Hehe, just kidding, here’s a normal photo from their trip to Tibet a few weeks ago.

Leigh and David at Everest Base Camp

Congratulations Leigh Leigh I’m proud of you!

What if I stumble?

I love the beginning of DC Talk’s ‘What if I stumble’?

“The single greatest cause of atheism in the world today
Is Christians who acknowledge Jesus with their lips
Then walk out the door and deny him by their lifestyle.
That is what an unbelieving world simply finds unbelievable .

 

I don’t want to be one of those Christians.

 

 

Diary sharing

I’ve never really been a diary keeper. Maybe back when I was younger, but as an adult, I don’t document my days in anyway (unless I’m overseas).

But this year, Sheels and I decided to do a diary swap. Each day we write a line, or a paragraph, sometimes a page about our day. Sometimes it’s about what we did or who we saw or what we cooked. Sometimes it’s just thoughts about random things or quotes we like.

Whenever we see each other, we swap diaries and then continue our writing in the other person’s book.

I love diary swap days. There is of course the joy and soul filling experience of seeing the Sheelster herself. And then after we go our separate ways it’s always fun to read about what she’s been up to.

We had lunch on Thursday and I spent the whole afternoon waiting with eager anticipation for my train ride home so that I could read the book. I should have learnt by now that it’s best to get home and read Sheela’s diary in private. The girl is so damn funny that I have spent more than one train trip this year laughing so much that people have turned around to look at me.

While what is written in diaries should really never be shared, there was one story involving a roach that I just had to read to Ian that night. I was laughing so hard the bed was shaking and I feared I might wet it!

The Sheelster’s diary is my book of the year.

And it’s knowing the minutiae of someone’s daily life that keeps you close, don’t you think? 

Everyone needs a Donna

I miss shopping with Donna.

Donna who always helps me search the entire store for the best possible items.

Donna who makes the sales assistants earn their dollars by sending them off for the right colours or sizes.

Donna who patiently waits outside change rooms and hangs everything back on the hangers.

Donna who demands to know what my black clothes to white clothes ratio is inside the change room.

Donna who pretends to believe me when I tell her that the ratio is 50:50. She knows it’s at least 90 black:10 white.

Donna who refuses to let me buy anything with stripes reminding me that the bulk of my wardrobe already contains a high proportion of striped clothing.

Donna who tells me that I’m under no circumstances allowed to buy the shiny silver ballet flats because they won’t be supportive enough.

Donna who doesn’t roll her eyes when I tell her I snuck back later to buy the ballet flats and that they do indeed really hurt my feet.

Everyone needs a Donna to go shopping with.

In fact, everyone just needs a Donna. But not my Donna. No way. She’s all mine.

Oversized glasses

I love seeing kids in oversized glasses. They look so nerdy and cute and it makes me laugh. I also like seeing little softie critters wearing oversized glasses. They too look cute and nerdy and I want to snaffle them all up and take them home.

Something about the third little fella below reminds me of Ian. His glasses got a bit squished in a mosh pit recently and now he kinda likes like that…


These little dudes are available for a pretty penny over at Cat Rabbit. 

Growing up in the 90s

I loved this summary of growing up in the 90s which my friend Justine sent me yesterday. I laughed long and I laughed loud.

You made worms by squeezing your Vegemite or peanut butter crackers together.

The best parties always had fairy bread.

You thought everyone in America carried a gun and you never wanted to go there because you were scared you’d get shot.

Blinky Bill, Mr Squiggle and Gumby.

SuperTed, Widget The World Watcher and Samurai Pizza Cats.

Going to the Easter Show with a big group of friends from school once you were old enough to go without Mum and Dad.

Doing research for school projects by going to the library or looking up an encyclopaedia rather than using the internet.

Banana Man, Bangers and Mash and The Raggy Dolls.

Game Boy.

Waking up early everyday to watch Agro’s Cartoon Connection or Cheez TV.

Hey Hey It’s Saturday.

Buying those 6 packs of Coco Pops, Fruit Loops, Frosties, Rice Bubbles, Nutri-Grain and Corn Flakes so you could have a different one each day and then opening the packets really carefully and removing the cereal so you’d have a mini wardrobe afterwards. You also most probably just let your parents eat the Corn Flakes.

Trying to make the Rainbow Road shortcut on Mario Kart 64.

Postman Pat, Fireman Sam and Lift Off.

Birthday parties at McDonald’s.

A pinch and a punch for the first day of the month. No returns!

Playing GoldenEye on the Nintendo 64 and arguing over whether Oddjob was allowed to be used in multiplayer.

The original Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

The best show ever made… EVER!

Crossing your heart, hoping to die, sticking a needle in your eye.

Super International Cricket on the SNES.

Arguing over which was better – Nintendo 64 or PlayStation.

Don’t push me, push a push pop!

Nobody made “not” jokes… NOT!!

Bathurst stopped being Holden vs. Ford and all those European cars came in until they came to their senses.

Who shot Mr Burns?

Watching Captain Planet and then driving your parents mad by always singing the song.

You can be one TOO!

That’s so funny, I forgot to laugh.

Playing Chinese Swaps in the lunch line to let in your friends.

WWE was WWF and they actually had cool wrestlers like The Rock, Mankind and Stone Cold Steve Austin.

Playing Gran Turismo and MGS on PlayStation.

You decorated your room with glow-in-the-dark stickers.

You played marbles and could name all the different types like blue moon, oily, candy, red wine, galaxy and red devil. You never played anyone for your god marble.

Feeling sad when your Tamagotchi died.

Seeing a small rack of DVDs in the video store and wondering if anyone ever rented them.

Home Alone!

Dolly the sheep.

Getting up early to watch the Rage Top 50.

Friends when they were all actually just friends. Why didn’t Phoebe and Joey get together?

Sonic the Hedgehog.

Alex the KID!!

Watching The Simpsons back when it was funny, every night on Channel 10.

Power Rangers becoming cooler than the Ninja Turtles, even though the Turtles will always be cooler.

Watching South Park for the first time and being really excited by all the swearing.

Watching Hercules and then being disappointed when Xena Warrior Princess replaced it.
Nobody was cooler than Herc.

Blowing on the Nintendo cartridge before putting it in the console to make sure it worked properly.

Vulcan, Tower, Flame… Australian Gladiators.

Playing Mortal Kombat and trying to do a fatality but just ending up punching accidentally.

Pokemon! Gotta catch ‘em all!

Full Frontal, not Comedy Inc.

Wolfenstein, Doom and Duke Nukem.

Downloading music from Napster.

Chatting with your buddies on ICQ.

Going to see Titanic.

The winner is… Sydney.

Mighty Max and Polly Pocket. Max and Polly always got lost because they were so bloody small.

Fox Mulder and Dana Scully.

Australia didn’t always win the cricket.

The Socceroos couldn’t qualify for the World Cup.

John Eales captained the Wallabies and we won the World Cup.

Zoopa Doopa ice blocks were only 20c and if you couldn’t afford it, you asked the canteen lady to cut it in half so you could split it with a friend.

Listening to boy bands like Human Nature and girl bands like Girlfriend.

Barbie, not Bratz.

The Spice Girls.

Happy Meals were only $2.95 and the toys were simple but actually good.

Person 1: Who farted!?
Person 2: Whoever smelt it, dealt it!
Person 1: Whoever made the rhyme, committed the crime!

Brad Fittler was the best in the world.

Thorpe won lots of gold medals and wasn’t so gay.

Opposite day.

We all loved Pat Rafter and almost cried when he lost to Goran Ivanisevic because our Pat deserved that title more than anyone. Definitely more than Hewitt ever did.

It took 3 Goran’s to beat our Pat.

Playing tackle Bull Rush at lunchtime and having tackling banned. You had to resort to grab 1-2-3 or tip. Same goes for footy.

Giving a friend a backage in the canteen line. If it was your best friend, you gave them a frontage.

Pogs and Looney Tunes Tazos.

Nobody won Wimbledon unless their name was Pete Sampras.

You laughed at the fat kid on the Cottees cordial ad and changed the song to “My Dad picks his nose…”

DuckHunt!

You ate Smarties instead of M&M’s.

You tried Dr. Pepper and hated it.

Service stations didn’t need space for 4 digits on their petrol prices signs.

Girl germs! Boy germs!

Goosebumps.

You had to actually call your friends rather than send them an SMS.

Wearing a Chicago Bulls T-shirt or cap.

Wearing the cap backwards.

Arguing over who got to be Warnie in backyard cricket. Six and out!

Paul Jennings’ Gizmo books.

Matchbox cars.

The feeling of wonder you got, the first time you were able to see the image in one of those Magic Eye 3D pictures.

The Secret World of Alex Mack.

Talk to the hand!

Johnson and Friends, Noddy and Humphrey B. Bear.

You wished you had enough Lego to build those amazing cities they displayed in the brochures.

Collecting Yowie toys.

Playing truth or dare with your secret crush.

Mark Taylor equalling Don Bradman’s record.

Slap bracelets.

Jurassic Park and those toy dinosaurs where you could pull a piece of the skin out to see its insides.

We had paper money.

Telling those Dobbers where to stick it by singing, “Dibba dobba dibba dobba number nine, wearing nappies all the time” and, “Dibba dobba Cindy went to kindy, stepped on a bindy wa wa wa.”

Good on ya Mum! Tip Top’s the one!

You could buy more than enough food from the school canteen for only $2.

Begging your parents to go to McDonald’s for dinner.

Rocko’s Modern Life, Rugrats and Hey Arnold!

Noni, Monica and that bald guy named George on Play School.

Going to World 4 Kids to look at all the toys.

Watching The Lion King and feeling Simba’s pain when Mufasa died. Disney just doesn’t make them like that anymore.

Soft serve cones were only 30c and they never tried to up-sell a Flake because they didn’t have it.

Wanting a Brain or Silver Bullet during the yo-yo craze.

Nesquik without the Nes.

Troll Dolls.

The Kids’ Works at Pizza Hut with unlimited drink refills. You made an ice cream mountain covered in choc chips and marshmallows and could never finish it.

Thomas the Tank Engine and TUGS.

You had to get your photos developed.

Your family didn’t own a 4WD unless it was a real one like a Land Cruiser or Patrol. Range Rovers were tough and nobody thought BMW would make a 4WD, let alone Porsche.

Competing with your friends to see who could eat the most sour Warheads in one go.

The Channel 9 logo had dots next to it and the Channel 7 logo wasn’t a folded piece of paper.

No Hat, no play.

Dr. Dreadful Food Labs. Kids these days wouldn’t be allowed that because it’s not healthy enough. We didn’t give a shit about our health in the 90s.

High five!

Up high, down low, too slow!

Watching Round the Twist and getting pissed off that the actors kept on changing. You still loved it though.

Cheating in Heads Down, Thumbs Up.

Watching that game show called Vidiot. Game shows didn’t have to be educational back then, like That’s Academic… that show sucks.

Collecting basketball cards, whether you followed basketball or not.

You always wished your parents had bought you a bigger Super Soaker for Christmas. Christmas is hot in Australia… the more water, the better.

Collecting hundreds of tickets from Timezone just so you could trade them for some crappy prize that you could have bought from Woolies for ten bucks.

Healthy Harold day was the best because you got to miss class to sit in a tiny caravan and listen to a talking giraffe.

Playing handball with Ace, King, Queen and Dunce and making up stupid rules as you went along.

Skipping ropes and Jump Rope for Heart Day.

Chewing the crappy gum in Bubble-O-Bill’s nose and wishing they could just use Hubba Bubba instead.

A*mazing.

Hypercolour T-shirts.

Who Dares! Who Dares! Who Dares Wins!

Having your very own Dollarmites account and getting really excited when you earned a tiny bit of interest.

Snake on the Nokia 5110 (Brick!!)

YEAH Growing up in Australia in the 90s was rad.

Date nights and docos

A documentary + a dinner + my husband = the perfect date night! We’ve seen a couple of great films lately and Ian’s been demanding that I blog about them.

Date one:
A couple of months ago we went to see Oceans. And oh did we love it.

I feel like ‘epic’ is the world’s most overused word at the moment. However I’m not sure that there’s a more fitting word to describe this movie. Everything about it is epic.

The film makers went on 75 diving expeditions in 50 locations around the world and captured footage of 80 species of fish, dolphins, whales, squid, lizards, crab and turtles. I was fascinated by both the creatures being filmed and also the way they were being filmed. How the cameras travelled so fast, following every moment of the schools of fish, sharks and whales I do not know!

The creatures were fabulous to watch and really quite humorous. I’m so accustomed to watching animated films that at some points I almost expected them to start talking, singing or dancing! As well as all the beautiful sea creatures, there’s also a whole lot of unattractive looking little fellas down there! I’m convinced God used the ocean as his own personal art class.

There’s sea lions snoozing on rocks, baby turtles that try to make it into the sea before getting snapped up by evil birds and also one sad scene where you see sharks having their fins ripped off.

The score is beautiful and fits perfectly with the footage, as does Pierce Brosnan’s narration.

I also really liked the way the film had something to say about the way we treat our environment. It wasn’t done in a preachy way but rather by spending an hour showing you how beautiful the ocean can be, juxtaposed with ten minutes showing how awful it can become when humans don’t take care of it.

After the film was over, Ian and I wandered up Military Road trying to find sustenance that didn’t come from the ocean. We ended up down a side street at Firefly where we shared some delicious tapas. It was the perfect end to the evening.

While it was too dark inside to take photos of the food, I can certainly recommend the dishes we had – zucchini fries, mini hotdogs, pork belly and beef cheeks. I love restaurants with share plates and would love to go back here! There’s one at The Rocks too.

Date two:
While technically not a documentary, Mad Bastards felt like one to me. From some of the reading I’ve done online it sounds like a lot of other people felt like that too.

There are no actors in the film. The characters all play themselves and I love that concept.

The film is about the violence and alcohol fuelled dysfunction in some Indigenous communities in the Kimberleys.

The story centres around a young boy named Bullet who is on his way to spending time in jail because of an arson offence. At the same time, his Dad is heading back into town to try and rekindle a relationship with him and his Mum. Both of them need it – his Mother hosts parties that end in ugly fights with her more often than not, the victim.

Sadly, just after the film launched, this same lady ended up being sentenced to three years in jail after killing her husband during one of his drunken, violent attacks on her.

The thing I loved about this move is that despite a sad, bad start to life it ends with a positive hint that Bullet’s life is going to get better and that his parents have made improvements in their own life.

There’s a bunch of funny characters that help lighten what’s otherwise a pretty serious film and the movie is also punctuated with upbeat music performed by Alex Lloyd. I loved that element of it.

Before the movie, we’d bought burgers to munch on from Charlie & Co. But we were so captivated from the very beginning that we ended up taking the food home for laters.

 

I recommend both films!

While I’m writing about movies, I should also mention Incendies, which Alissa and I saw last week. It was nominated for Best Foreign Film at the Academy awards and I really don’t know how it didn’t win.


It’s good that we had a big catch up over Thai (the Fat Monk in Cremorne is so good by the way) beforehand. Because when I walked out of that film, I was practically mute. When I got home a bit later, I could still barely speak (highly unusual for me I know). Even the next day I was still trying to process what I had seen.

There’s no way to describe this film or explain what happens. All I can say is that the human spirit never ceases to amaze me. The adversity that some people in experience in their lifetime puts the things I worry about to shame.

See it!