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Howdy!

So, who loves Tina Fey?? Me! I also love Amy Poehler, those 2 are comic geniuses! 'Baby Mama' is definitely up there in my top 5 favourite movies, and no matter how many times I see it, it still makes me laugh...perhaps even more so than when I first saw it, cause now I laugh in anticipation of all my favourite bits as I watch it :)
Tina Fey is in my radar at the moment though, because last night I just finished watching season 2 of '30 Rock'. That show is 90% hilarious, and 10% unnecessary....one episode in particular in season 2 was unnecessary, but overall, Liz Lemon and the rest of TGS are fantastic! If you've never seen it, youtube showcases bits and pieces of it, and there are many clips dedicated to 'the best of Liz Lemon', go and watch a couple, if your sense of humour is anything like mine, you'll be hooked! :P

What's been happening in your world?

I am just about done with week 5 of term 4, crazy! There are only 10 weeks in the term, and I have a lot of stuff I need to get done over the next 4 (reports are due end of week 9). This term is flying by!

On Tuesday night this week I went into the city with my friend, Sarah, to see 'Potted Potter'.
Potted Potter is a 70 minute live performance, that covers all 7 books. It's a Harry Potter parody, it's performed by 2 guys, and the whole show is mostly done with them changing hats for each character. Hilarious is not even a good enough word for it, my face was still hurting the next day from laughing so hard. It was extremely clever, and massively entertaining....they even got a game of Quidditch going at one point. Potter Potter is on a world tour at the moment, so if you love HP, and the show happens to be coming to your town, or somewhere nearby, I highly recommend it! Definitely worth the money, and the 3 hour round trip from where I live during the week, into the city.

A couple of nights ago I won some stuff for my mum off eBay, and got it for an absolute steal! When mum and dad built their house 30 years ago, they put a swing set in for the 6 kids that they had (at the time, another was to come 5 years later), I was just a baby when the house was being built. Anyway, the swing set that they put in, has lasted 30 years, 7 kids, 7 grandkids, and numerous neighbours and friends that have come to visit over those 30 years. It's had a good run. In September, one of the seats on the 2 person swing snapped at the pole join, and is now hanging precariously by rusted metal...totally meeting safety standards. The other individual swing broke a while ago, the seat snapped and all that's left of that one are the two chains hanging down. Again, totally meeting safety standards. Mum had asked me a while ago to look on eBay to get the seats on both swings replaced, and had decided that she would get my brother to find a replacement pole for the seat on the 2 person swing to be attached to. I was talking to mum over the weekend, and she mentioned the rusted pole of death, and I said I'd check out eBay when I got home. Well, this is where the story gets really exciting. In previous eBay browsings, I discovered that it was going to cost around 100 - 120 buck to get 3 replacement seats, on this partciular eBay search, I found a lady on the Gold Coast, who was selling the exact swing seats (all three of them) that mum needed, and no one had bid on them, the auction was finishing the next day, and it was currently at $25! Not only that, but the rusted pole of death, in fact, the whole 2 person swing was being sold, along with the individual swing seat and chains. I rang mum, super excited. I bet you're all excited right about now, am I right? Who doesn't love a massive paragraph about the history and replacement of someone's swing set?? This is what dreams are made of right here, people. The end of this enthralling story is that I won the auction, I did end up in a bidding war, and had to pay $31 in total, but how awesome is that? I rang mum when the auction ended, we were both way too excited about the outcome, it's 2 swings for the love of Pete, but I am off to the GC after work tomorrow to pick up our prize :)

Wow. That sure was one epic story! I'll allow you to go and get a drink of water after that, before reading the rest of this insane blog!

At school today, my class finally learnt all the moves for their end of year dance. It's only take us 5 weeks to work out what to do for the 2 minutes and 42 seconds of the song. They're doing Rock n Roll dancing, and it's gonna be awesome! We will be doing LOTS of practicing over the next week (presentation night is next Thursday), to fine tune it and such, but I am so proud of them already! I reckon I'll cry on the night...
I accepted the fact years ago that I cry in most situations, happy, sad, and everything in between. It's genetics, and out of my hands. Thanks, Dad.
Mostly, I saw Dad cry when he was happy, like at weddings (both in real life and on tv...seriously), and reading those soppy Christmas, birthday and Father's Day cards, with front covers like 'To my darling father' and 'From your loving daughter'...those cards were a guaranteed tear jerker for him :) In fact, I only ever saw him cry when he was sad, if he was really sad, like at funerals. He was tough, he didn't even shed a tear when he cut his big toe off on the lawn mower...or when he had both of his knees replaced at the same time...well, maybe he did cry from the pain, but I never saw him. To me, he was the toughest, bravest, handiest, smartest man in the world. That's what made seeing him sick so hard. He was a fighter, and he couldn't fight the cancer. He tried, and he said he would, and mum said he would, but he couldn't. People would remind me of how strong he was, I knew he was, everyone knew he was, but the cancer didn't. I watched it suck the life out of him. I watched it change him from the intelligent, independent, hard working, strong, brave man I knew, into a shadow of himself. I hate cancer. I miss him. I miss him every day. I miss his lame jokes, I miss him lecturing me about my car, I miss his singing loudly through the house. You know, when we were in school, to wake us up he used to sing songs as he walked up the hall and knocked on all our doors on his was past. It used to make me bury my head under my pillow, but I love that he did that. He was a good man, a great dad, and a fantastic husband to my mum. I don't think I'll ever stop missing him, and I don't want to either.

Tonight I watched 'The Descendants', which made me cry. A lot. I guess that's what got me into this current funk of thinking about how sucky it is to lose a parent.
Wow. Sorry guys. I didn't mean for this blog to turn into such a downer. I blame George Clooney.

I should go, and sleep or something. Sleep is good :)

Have a super week!

Peace out!