Procrastinating… again

I should be packing. We go camping tomorrow. Instead I’ve just finished a glass of red and am now “sampling” a shot of Chef’s coffee liqueur. I’m up to packing clothes for the kids, and just tipping their entire wardrobe (they’re boys, they wear essentially two sets of clothes on high rotation) into a New Zealand suitcase and being done with it. But then I come over all “but what if it gets cold”, “what about something for at night” blah blah blah. So I’m drinking instead.

Seems perfectly logical to me.

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I read something today that the US are looking at our program Kath & Kim. I’m really hoping they just air it rather than recreating it. This is some of my favourite television of all time, and not just because the daughter (with a muffin top to rival my own) has my name. I’m shallow but not that shallow.
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Did anyone else just cry like a baby when they saw Bindi reading her eulogy for her dad? And the cameras cutting to Terri trying to hold it together with Bob on her lap? The tears did flow from my eyes.
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I put in a job application today at the institution where Bec and I met. For a job I kind of worked on in a more junior role before I had Felix, as a contractor. As I entered the building, dealt with the useless security guard at the entrance (who just let me sign in my name and then enter the entire building to wander wherever I so wished), and found the office (a laser printed sign blue-tacked to a door) and just wandered in, I couldn’t help muttering to myself “never go back, you’re not meant to ever go back, never go back…”. It was 4.50 and the place was deserted. (Although – Bex – I saw Lyn and we had a great catch-up. I’d be working with her, the groovemeister that she is. Oh to be so funky.) That said, someone is working in the job and wants it, and is good at it and so it would be highly unlikely they wouldn’t get it. Don’t you just love the public service…
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OK, I must away. I may return as a mini-reward for myself after getting the boys gear together.
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  • Bec of the Ladies Lounge

    are the northern beaches breaking up for school a week early? has secession come at last? or is it just a weekend away?

    And no, Bindi nearly made me puke. I looked at her and thought a)they have seriously fucked you up, child; and b) with all the money they obviously spent on the showbiz around that memorial, couldn’t they have paid a scriptwriter who had at least heard a few REAL eight year olds, just to get a vague idea of the ideas they are really capable of expressing?

    But, I admit, I appear to be the only person in Australia who felt that way. It’s a sentiment that could get me lynched in any number of train stations or RSL bars.

    And finally, and most importantly, and not in any way coloured by the kind of cynicism that has me wanting to put Bindi Irwin under State wardship:

    ARE YOU INSANE? IS THIS A REBOUND ACT IN RESPONSE TO MISSING THE OTHER JOB? YOU DO NOT WANT THIS JOB!!!!!
    DO NOT RETURN TO THE EVIL EMPIRE: THE FUCKING FORCE WILL NOT BE WITH YOU, LUKE. THE SECURITY GUARD IS SO SLACK BECAUSE HE KNOWS THERE IS *NOTHING* WORTH GUARDING THERE.

    It’s not a matter of never going back, it’s a matter self-respect, woman. Not to mention your eternal soul.

    fuck me. I leave you alone for f.i.v.e minutes…

  • Em

    Bec you are not the only person who feels that way. I also worry about Bindi… isn’t she doing a tv interview with her mother tonight? At aged 8!

    As for Kath & Kim – they were a nice discovery after we returned to Oz after 9 years o/s – v. funny.

  • Joke

    We’ll recreate it. In 3 years it won’t be recognizable to you.

    I apologize on behalf of those of us with integrity in these issues.

    -J.

  • Suse

    That’s ok Joke, we’ll recreate My Name is Earl and it won’t be the least bit funny in Strine.

    (Karma baby.)

    PS. Hi Kim.

    Doorbitch is vfoglm which makes me suspect fog is looming for your camping weekend.

    So, you know, don’t forget to dip your lights.