Teh Funniez. Well, to me. Ya sort'a had to be there... shuddap. + inevitable musings under the cut
Me, coming in from the bathroom: "Aww, the house smells like mangoes! " (after we had had mangoes earlier)
Mum: "That's funny, because Lucy was just saying it smells like witchetty grubs."
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Also, may it be entered onto the record that GODDAMN IT, CAT, I JUST LET YOU IN!!!
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The other night we had a scheduled blackout at 10:30, Mum & I planned a night of games by candle light. At about 10:15 we were getting ready, with me occasionally chiming in with, "quick, woman! Only seven more minutes of light!". When we were ready, Mum raised her arms triumpantly, "We, are, PREPARED!" she declared.Right then, the lights went out.
She then proceded to beat me 2/3 in Cluedo. But I totally topped her in terms of dramatics. (Mum: "I accuse you, Mrs Peacock, of taking the lead pipe from wherever it was kept, and useing it to DROWN all the plants in the conservatory!" Me: "I snapped!! It was those damn gazanias, they - just- wouldn't- flower!!" followed by wretched sobbing.)
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Yaknow, I just got to thinking (as a result of watching Who Do You Think You Are?, a British program in which people track down their roots) how funny it is that, a few centuries ago, some of our ancestors were in France, some in Germany, some in Ireland and Scotland. All completely aware of the existence of the other countries, working in factories or serving the aristocracy or whatever, probably preparing for Christmas at about this time of year, blissfully unaware that this continent even existed.
And then some of our ancestors were here in Australia, not that it had the name. At the same time as the European great-great-etc-etc-etc-grandparents were hearing about "this Shakespeare chap from Britain", the Wiradjuri ones were here, but without the buildings or the roads, and no knowledge of Europe, and actually eating witchetty grubs. I find that so incredibly cool, and so completely incomprehensible. Somehow that mix became my family as I know it, though I've no idea how.
If I were British or from an older nation I could go look up records, but it's so bloody hard in Australia, especially when looking for Aboriginal links to the past. I really want to know about all my ancestors, particularly how my indigenous great-great Grandfather came to marry a white (German?) woman. And, if the paternal line has aboriginal roots, where the Scottish surname came from? Was it a Stolen Generation situation? How on earth would her relitives've reacted to her marrying a black bloke? Or his to him marrying her, for that matter? I desperately want to know these things, but've not idea where to start.
Curse you and your interesting programs, ABC! Now you've got me all curious again! One day, hopefully, I'll be able to track something down. It might be easier in Sydney with better records.
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Am going Christmas shopping tomorrow. Have no idea what to get anyone. Damn them all, they just do it to spite me.
Am going to buy self a flashy christmas badge. I loves Christmas.
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