Thursday, January 28, 2010

Red Hatters...where have you been and why didn't I know you existed eariler???

Hi All! 
I've only just heard about an international group called the Red Hat Society. Where have I been? Under a rock perhaps?

They are a group of ladies dedicated to growing old disgracefully. 

They were inspired by this poem:
Warning ~ By Jenny Joseph

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

I had read this poem over at Kelly's place and thought it was spot on for almost all my female friends. Although after listening to Carolyn and Gabrielle talk about becoming invisible to shop assistants after "The Menopause" set in, I can totally understand why women over a certain age have a driving need to wear red and purple, so that the world is forced to take notice of them...and why after all the stuff they've lived through they delight in behaving badly.

That is the essential spark of the Red Hatters, to laugh and have fun once everything else is said and done. So they meet a couple of times a month or maybe more, to have fun with other women who are determined be remembered in their dotage as the mother, sister, aunt, grandmother and friend who wore purple and silly red hats!

Of course you need to be over 50 to be eligible to wear the purple and red, but fear not all those who are younger are still encouraged to join and become one of the memorable crowd...we can wear pink hats and lavender.

I intend to track down the Ballarat chapter and see if Maria might like to come along with me. She is most likely to continue to embarrass Trick, Raphy, Millie and myself until the she dies...she may as well do so in the right company!

I wonder why there isn't a brother society for all the silly goat fathers, brothers, uncles and grandfathers...I know of at least one that delights in going into toy stores and pressing every button that produces noise, and inflicting terrible "dad jokes" upon his offspring and their nippers. I think perhaps Mustard caps, and Orange shirts are in order?


Sunday, January 17, 2010

Two things to get a giggle from...

Hi :)
The first is this great I'd forgotten that half of these characters even existed. I wonder what Freddie Mercury thought of this version ;)

The second is an incident that happened today.
After a great day out and about with friends I remembered that I was supposed to meet someone at my parents house at at 4.40pm I decided to do a slow drive by to see if they were home yet, and thereby relieving my guilt about having forgotten all about everything. Turns out my parents were home, and I was just in time to see the last one climbing the stairs after returning from thier trip to Melbourne. Rather than stop doing a suspicious crawl past their house in my car and go in and appologise for being an air head, Kelly and I waved madly and sped off.

I can only imagine what my father must have thought: a) Why is that car crawling past my house? b) that is Kate's car. b) people are waving at me? and finally c) why didn't they come in and say hello instead of being nutters?
Not to worry though he's probably so worn out by his adventure with the kids in Melbourne that he's forgotten all about his odd daughter :)

Cheers Big Ears!

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Sleep walking...

I am so glad I've never been one for sleep walking. With my drugs the opposite is true, If I forget to take one I sleep so soundly that my body doesn't move and I wake up aching and heavy from not even having turned in the night.

I'm wondering if this sleep walker might have had a brain injury, which has caused his brain to over-ride the normal sleep paralysis so completely.

Cheers Kate

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Tribute to the Tenth Doctor

Well this New Year saw the passing of the Tenth Doctor...and it was amazing. Sad but also exciting. I honestly didn't think I'd be able to look forward to watching a new one, but the way they've ended this one makes me think there is hope for the new Doctor.

Anyway here is a tribute clip to remember him by.
Cheers Kate

Monday, January 4, 2010

Music for a deranged clown...

Hello, I know that sounds like an odd title for a post, but when you play this video you'll understand exactly  what I mean.

 Now can't you just imagine the clown from Steven King's It traipsing down the road towards you, hopping and skipping, grinning manically at you, pointy teeth at the ready to tear you apart. 

I have to say I love it! As the boy's say, pass the clip around to as many friends as you can as they are a true indie band and need our support to get their names out there.

Cheers Kate 

Saturday, January 2, 2010

New Year...

I just found this wonderful quote on another blog:
As you walk into this new year, may your lives be enchanting and healthy. May you slay every dragon and make it home in time for tea. ~

Now isn't that the best wish for the New Year? It allows you to fill your lives with wonder and awe, achieve the impossible and still make it home for tea. lol, it makes me yearn for a kitchen with a scrubbed pine table, a wood stove, some short bread and a pot of that I can stagger in wiping the muck off my hands, with my armour clanking, and tumble into my accustomed  chair, knowing the days work of dragon slaying is done. Perfectly wonderful!

Of course I only ever stumble into Nonna's kitchen out at the Pines when I think of things like this. Back in the days of being perfectly loved and supported, and knowing that I could achieve anything I wanted. Without a care or worry in the world...things were just as they appeared, and there was an answer for every question. 

LOL, not that i'm not loved and supported now, it's just that there are things that are broken that can not be fixed, questions that can't be answered, and dragons seem an easy problem to tackle. 

I wish for you that every good dream becomes a reality, that you are happy, healthy and loved. Have a lovely 2010.
Cheers Kate