I know our troll is gone, but:
the "inconvenience" of 9 months pregnancy
My (very much wanted) full term pregnancies almost killed me. Twice. It's not all about maternal glow and stuffing your face - it's quite a large health risk, growing a foetus.
1976 did give us Foghat's "Slow Ride" and the theme from Mahogany ("do you knooooooow where you're going to? Do you like the things that life is showing you?") so it can't have been all bad. ;)
Don’t watch telly.
How about nope?
I hate that speech so VERY much.
Russell asked me to post my tweets, so here they are.
My great-grandfather, George "Sonny" Skerrett, Gallipoli survivor, interviewed for the occasion of his 100th birthday in 1992:
"Ashore, it was frightful. Terrible.... The Turks applied for the armistice to bury the dead. I went out with four doctors, couldn't do much for them, just bandage them. There were 4000 Turks buried that day, I never saw anything like it in all my life. I cried all day, all afternoon, I couldn't stop. Six of my mates, we did everything together, swum and played tennis, they were all out there dead. I looked for them but never found them. Some of the bodies had been lying out there for over a month, and they just fell to pieces in the 100 degree heat.... We were shelled continuously, shrapnel shells falling on both sides. Why I never got hit I'll never know. I still remember the beach. There were a couple of thousand men lying there in all shapes and sizes and forms, all wounded and sick.... We could only treat a certain number of them. The badly wounded, they'd say, you go and find someone else to look after, and they just lay there and died.... I still think about Gallipoli quite a bit. It accomplished nothing.... War's terrible, everybody loses. The only ones who win are the people who make the bombs and shells and the bullets."
Because, as a family, we knew how Sonny felt about his experiences, it's this sort of deep regret, sadness and anger that I've also always felt during Anzac Day. I hope that isn't changing to any great extent. I was given great pause by the "Flanders Fields Commemorative" chocolates I saw today, asking if they were made with mud, terror and amputated limbs. Gah.
This is great: TrendsMap’s timeline visualisation of the #NZvSA hashtag last night. Check out India!
Nobody reads my posts, do they? Typical.
Also: American husband completely won over by this World Cup*. It can be done! One American at a time!
*He kept mixing up his cricket terminology with his baseball terminology, urging Elliot to do a "walk-off" and "call his shot like Babe Ruth", but that added an extra layer of fun to the proceedings.
I honestly thought I was going to puke for the last few overs. I kept pacing around the kitchen making sure not to stray too far from the kitchen sink.
This is a fun visualisation of the #NZvSA hashtag last night. http://trendsmap.com/v/ykNe/w
after the first report came out and some people were all, "See, the police did everything they could, this is just how these things go." No. They could not have failed more spectacularly than "a specialist child protection unit didn't understand the law around child sexual abuse".
Our endless willingness, as a society, to give the police WAY more than the benefit of the doubt really worries me.
I, too, have a soft spot for the home reno shows. I think I'm the only person in the world who finds Kevin McLeod rather insufferable but I really enjoy that show partly for that reason. There is much derisive squawking at his antics and monologues in our house. I think some of what appeals to me about those shows is the barely concealed irritation the hosts have with the stupidity of the homeowners. Sarah Beeny in particular is always smiling through gritted teeth whenever someone ignores one of her suggestions, and Kirsty and Phil don't even hide it - they're just out in the garden ranting about how much their couples suck. Heh. (I tell you what, though - home reno and property investment reality shows are some of the most inclusive and non-exploitative out there, rainbow-families-wise. The lesbian couple with two children is introduced and dealt with in the exact same unremarkable way as the cishet couple with two children.)