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Gorgeous readers, hello! How's things? Or, in the words of Joey Tribianni, "Hey, how you doin'?" I have been delaying my update for a little while today. The thing is, for some reason, I am finding it hard to distinguish what you will all find interesting to read. This all links back to the whole me-being-unemployed thing. I mean, did you all REALLY gasp in wonder when I wrote about visiting Medicare last week? I think not. My visit to Medicare was, however, a small victory on my part. I mean, I had never done it before. Reclaiming money is a seriously grown-up thing to do. When I was in there, I thought that someone would seize me by my collar (not that I wear collars- too restricting, man) and shout, "What are you doing in here, KID?" But, au contraire, the boy at the counter not only gave me money, but a wink. Ah, the benefits of being the only woman under sixty in a Medicare office place. Lucky me. I may not be the same age as Hilary Duff, but hey, maybe I've still got it.
Anyway, I never really made up my mind about what you all thought was interesting, so here's a bunch of stuff that someone, somewhere will hopefully find intriguing. As Avril Lavigne said: "I'm wakin' up to say I've tried, instead of waking up to another TV guide."
Head for the Hills, partner!
Yesterday, I took the trip to Castle Hill to visit my good ol' friend Chris Finlay and her little bubby Oscar. I have since come up with the following conclusion: Castle Hill, like Atlantis, is unknowable and a place of infinite mystery. As a kindly old lady at the bus stop told me, "These buses don't run to the timetable." She also asked me where I was "from", and then regaled me with stories of China, even though I've never been there. But that's another story. So anyway, en route to Castle Hill, I found myself on the longest bus EVER- you know, one of those double buses that are connected by some concertina-looking plastic? The bus was complete with an unconscious, pink-tshirted youth reclining on the back seat. This charming youth was also yelled at by the rustic bus driver in the following fashion: "Feet off the seat..." (one finger held up by bus driver) "Feet OFF the seat..." (two fingers held up for an extended period) "FEET OFF THE SEAT!" (shouted in a slightly deranged, gargly tone, third finger up, and youth takes feet off seat.) As I travelled along the M2, I had the strange feeling that I was heading into Middle Earth. There was lots of bushland next to the freeway. Although, I have never read a Lord of the Rings book, nor finished the first movie...my main instinct is to shout, "JUST GIVE THE BAD GUY THE RING, I DON'T CARE!" and then storm off and watch music videos instead. Anyways, along the M2 is a giant billboard of the lady pastor from Hillsong with the slogan,"Hey beautiful girls, Heaven believes in you!" Whoa. I really must get along to Hillsong some time- I've never been there before. So many people diss it. I'd like to form an opinion of my own. I did, however, visit Castle Towers shopping centre while I was in the Hills. Did you know that for your convenience, Castle Towers provides a Justice of Peace for all of your peace-related issues between the times of 2pm and 4pm, every day? If that's not true civility, I don't know what is. So anyway, that's my abridged story of my adventure in Castle Hill (come now, you didn't really want to hear me whinge about how long I had to wait for the buses, did you?). But, I know that what you REALLY want to know is what little Oscar is like. He is one of those babies who look fully formed, wise and cool at the same time. He is three months old and adorable. He makes little talking noises and LOVES my secret (yet cool!) craft. It was so great to have a good ol' chat with Chris, too. She's one of those kind souls who take such an interest in other people's lives, that you always leave a conversation with her feeling as though you have just talked the whole time about yourself.
Being useful
One of the secrets to being successfully unemployed is to, every day, do something useful. "Useful" things include mopping floors, cooking and washing anything. Thus, when someone asks you, "What did you do today, young unemployed lady?" you can henceforth reply, "Oh, I [insert useful activity here]!" Thus, the asker will be eternally grateful for your resourcefulness, and you, the askee, can continue on your merry cookie-eating and DVD-watching way. And, for the record, this may help you in your quest to stop irritating the blimmin' heck out of everyone by constantly beginning conversations with, "When I was working full-time..." Hello, BORING!
Mmmmm, well, I was going to regale you all with various reviews on things, but I must dash off. Until later, perhaps? Go do something useful, NOW!
Carla Gypsygirl xxx |