For the first time in 29 years I am proud of my milky (well maybe chocolate milk if you take into account the freckles) skin...This is beyond tanning. Put a side of apple sauce alongside Valentino and you have Christmas lunch...
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Separated at Birth?
Is it just me or is Sandra Bullock starting to slowly morph into Brooke Shields? Maybe it's the 'icky brown hair'...All brunettes tend to look the same after a while me thinks (tongue firmly in cheek so don't lose your bundle) I do like Sandra..who could forget her in 2 weeks notice going No. 2 in the camper van...gold. Unfortunately I will never be able to forgive her for The Net...seriously that shit was boring and to date has been the only movie that I have fallen asleep watching....
Nic Embraces Old Roots
It has been a while but finally Nic appears to have gone back to her natural hair colour. Embrace your ranga roots GF....The blonde was looking tres tired!
Monday, June 15, 2009
Uncontrollable Laughing
My sister and I have a history of uncontrollable laughing at often inappropriate times (like really inappropriate times) and often at things that are really not that funny. This past weekend, we had another bout of laughter only this time we were laughing at all the things that we have inappropriately laughed at. Recounting these stories we both were doubled over, pains in stomach, unable to speak and with tears rolling down our face.
We are now at the point where we can identify when the other is about to start laughing hysterically by the words “oh no…it’s coming” at which point we avoid eye contact and try to separate. Unfortunately, this is not always possible e.g. when we are sitting on a bus or at a restaurant.
The worst incident by far was at our Grandmothers funeral. Before I go any further I would like to point out that we do feel really bad about this incident. We loved our Nan very much and were very close to her. Marina and I have spoken about this over the years and have agreed that Nan would have understood and laughed along with us (By the way, we haven’t just decided that because of the guilt rotting away our insides).
So we were at the funeral. The part where the coffin is being lowered into the ground. As it was a rainy day, all of the immediate family were under a marquee. Each family member took a turn to walk around the coffin whilst delicately scattering flowers as we walked around and back to the marquee. So it got to my sister’s turn. For those of you that don’t know Marina she is very tall. Even in her early teenage years when this incident happened, she was about 5ft10. On her way around the coffin and back to the marquee she looked distraught and incredibly upset (as we all were) and then as she stepped up to the marquee she hit her head. Not just brushed her head against the marquee – it was a full on whack. Her head went backwards and her nose kind of got caught up in the marquee as it was happening. It was like a decapitation by marquee moment. She recovered, looked at me and then it was on. Even though it was our grandmother’s funeral we couldn't stop laughing. Mum shot us a look like she was also going to bury us that day as well if we didn't stop this inappropriate outburst. Thank god we were laughing that much that no noise came out (I am sure that you have also laughed that hard you know what I am talking about – maybe just not at a family members funeral). We huddled together in an embrace that looked to everyone else (bar our mother) like we were hysterically crying having lost our beloved Nan.
I would like to take this opportunity to apologise to Nan (In case you didn't get the prayers I have been sending your way) and the following people that Marina and I have come across over the years that we have uncontrollably laughed at (sadly this list is not exhaustive but I don’t want you all to think that we are completely insane and insensitive human beings):
The bus driver - Attempting to board a bus with a large suitcase I got stuck between the railings positioned at the bus door before paying the driver. Wedged between the railing and with this bag we both started to laugh so uncontrollably that I couldn't move. I had lost all strength. I think I was stuck there for about 2 minutes before I was even able to attempt to fully board the bus.
The guy at Bondi Junction Westfield wearing the light denim cut offs, a striped ¾ tight top, a sailor hat and white shoes with the half wedgie. We are sorry for laughing in your face. We are sorry to the people that passed us for 10 mins after that thought we were mental.
The old man that couldn't get his balance on the bus to Paddington. So inappropriate….yet so couldn't stop.
The woman that repeatedly sneezed in Kam Fook Chinese restaurant.
The guy from Wilson’s Pizza that answered the phone to take my order whom I laughed uncontrollably in his ear when he kept mishearing our address (made worse by the fact that Marina was spelling the address out with her legs in the air whilst sitting on the lounge next to me)
The guy on the train eating the yoghurt and making the scraping noise on the container.
We are now at the point where we can identify when the other is about to start laughing hysterically by the words “oh no…it’s coming” at which point we avoid eye contact and try to separate. Unfortunately, this is not always possible e.g. when we are sitting on a bus or at a restaurant.
The worst incident by far was at our Grandmothers funeral. Before I go any further I would like to point out that we do feel really bad about this incident. We loved our Nan very much and were very close to her. Marina and I have spoken about this over the years and have agreed that Nan would have understood and laughed along with us (By the way, we haven’t just decided that because of the guilt rotting away our insides).
So we were at the funeral. The part where the coffin is being lowered into the ground. As it was a rainy day, all of the immediate family were under a marquee. Each family member took a turn to walk around the coffin whilst delicately scattering flowers as we walked around and back to the marquee. So it got to my sister’s turn. For those of you that don’t know Marina she is very tall. Even in her early teenage years when this incident happened, she was about 5ft10. On her way around the coffin and back to the marquee she looked distraught and incredibly upset (as we all were) and then as she stepped up to the marquee she hit her head. Not just brushed her head against the marquee – it was a full on whack. Her head went backwards and her nose kind of got caught up in the marquee as it was happening. It was like a decapitation by marquee moment. She recovered, looked at me and then it was on. Even though it was our grandmother’s funeral we couldn't stop laughing. Mum shot us a look like she was also going to bury us that day as well if we didn't stop this inappropriate outburst. Thank god we were laughing that much that no noise came out (I am sure that you have also laughed that hard you know what I am talking about – maybe just not at a family members funeral). We huddled together in an embrace that looked to everyone else (bar our mother) like we were hysterically crying having lost our beloved Nan.
I would like to take this opportunity to apologise to Nan (In case you didn't get the prayers I have been sending your way) and the following people that Marina and I have come across over the years that we have uncontrollably laughed at (sadly this list is not exhaustive but I don’t want you all to think that we are completely insane and insensitive human beings):
The bus driver - Attempting to board a bus with a large suitcase I got stuck between the railings positioned at the bus door before paying the driver. Wedged between the railing and with this bag we both started to laugh so uncontrollably that I couldn't move. I had lost all strength. I think I was stuck there for about 2 minutes before I was even able to attempt to fully board the bus.
The guy at Bondi Junction Westfield wearing the light denim cut offs, a striped ¾ tight top, a sailor hat and white shoes with the half wedgie. We are sorry for laughing in your face. We are sorry to the people that passed us for 10 mins after that thought we were mental.
The old man that couldn't get his balance on the bus to Paddington. So inappropriate….yet so couldn't stop.
The woman that repeatedly sneezed in Kam Fook Chinese restaurant.
The guy from Wilson’s Pizza that answered the phone to take my order whom I laughed uncontrollably in his ear when he kept mishearing our address (made worse by the fact that Marina was spelling the address out with her legs in the air whilst sitting on the lounge next to me)
The guy on the train eating the yoghurt and making the scraping noise on the container.
Oh god. I am so going to hell......
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