Why Australians don't need Halloween.

I think I may have mentioned before that Halloween is not really a holiday that Australians as a whole embrace. Oh, you do see the random plastic pumpkin display at the local supermarkets, and on the day you might see a stream of partially costumed college-aged kids heading down to the local pub....but on the whole, its not common.

Its really an American holiday I'm told.

I never could understand this. Halloween is one of the best holidays out there! I mean, what's not to like? You get to dress however you want (without being mocked, for once in your life. I mean, one year I was one half of Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, and I was cool. Now I'm not even cool in my regular clothes.) How often do you get to say that?

Oh, and did I forget to mention the candy? The candy! As a kid, there's nothing better than staying up late with a sugar rush. Oh man....the memories.

Anyway, I have FINALLY figured out why Australians don't need Halloween. And it is because of this:

"Fancy-dress" Christmas parties.

In other words, Australians love themselves a good THEME!


Office Christmas Party 2009. Just might beat out Halloween every time.

-KLo

PS - Bedraggled "fruit basket hat" for whoever can guess what we were!

Thank you for your patience. We will now return to our regularly scheduled broadcasting.

Hi there.

Its me.

Miss me?

I've missed you. And you look good. I mean, really, really GOOD. Have you gotten your hair done? A personal trainer?

Well, something sure has changed.

Me?

Oh, me. I'm fine.

Married now.

Yep, can you believe it? Me? Married! I'm someone's wife. Yes, it is odd. Thank you for pointing that out.

No, I haven't tried the "barefoot and pregnant" thing yet. You'll be the first to know.

Well, it was nice catching up with you.

Thanks for popping by.

Excuse me? What was that? Oh! Yes! As a matter of fact, I do come here often, so maybe I'll see you around here again soon.

[Hugs and kisses]

KLo

Just one thing to say....

My beloved JL went to work today without any pants.

The end.

I love me a theme....

Valentines Day (Breakfast)

St Patricks Day (Green beer)

New Year's Eve (Mexican Style)

Not. O.K.

Dear Five Fingered Shoe Wearer,





This.....

is NOT OK.

There was a reason we dragged ourselves out of the primordial ooze and onto dry land all those millenia ago.... And it wasn't to wear these. Really.

Sincerely,

Ms. K

It could be worse

Work doesn't hurt quite so bad, when this is the view from your office window....

Happy Friday!

Excuses, excuses

So here they are..... (the excuses I have for not blogging for, oh, I don't know, a really long time):

1. We got robbed. Yup. The lucky ducks got both our computers (including my brand new Mac Book (*sob*)), our stereo, both our IPods, John's passport, some cash AND our camera. And I found subsequently that it is very hard to blog (1) without a computer and (2) without a camera (cause as you know, I am a fantastic photographer.)

2. I started a new job, and have been working a LOT. But still....waaaaayyy better than my last job.

3. I have nothing interesting to say. The dogs chewed up all my knitting, and my sewing machine is still in its box. The garden is dying (damn scale) AND I don't know nothin' about politics.

So there you have it. But I vow to write again....soon....well, someday.

-K