Letter To My 16 Year Old Self (Perm Included)

I know this seems to be a bit of a trend at the moment, and let's face it, I am a trendsetter!!!!!

So, I have decided to write a letter to my 16 year old self.

Here goes....

Dear Lisa (cos that's my name)

So you are currently in Year 12 (child prodigy here) at an all girl's catholic school in North Sydney.  Funnily enough, you live opposite a rather famous GPS boys school.  Have little to do with them,  most of them behave like tossers (most, But not ALL).

You are a slim little chook, but still feel like you are the size of a heifer (Dear God woman, if only you stayed that frigging slim). You're ok!


You have also discovered the perm  (Oh, why?  Why??  Why?????) You could have done without this because your hair, when permed, made you look like a poodle, and not necessarily the cute ones. Just STOP. NOW.  WITH THE PERM.  No good can ever become of it, especially when you then decide to colour your hair too!

You didn't think I'd put my own picture here did you?

Perhaps you should have studied a bit harder, rather than singing Phil Collins songs into the hairbrush. But keep up your knowledge of bad music - it might come in handy at trivia nights.

Your two big brothers have already been kicked out moved out of home. You miss them desperately but chose not to tell them!  And just because you are the only daughter, and granddaughter, DOESN'T mean you are the spoilt one all the time. Lap it up!!!

You are unsure of what career path to choose (well time hasn't changed anything here has it) but just go with the flow.  Always do whatever makes you happy. Which means constantly sing ABBA songs - timeless!!!!!

As soon as you hear the term 'Blog' GET ON TO IT. As soon as you can.

Or invent GOOGLE - either/or.

Keep enjoying your netball - I'm not going to tell you just how many body parts you will have replaced, reset, broken, dislocated, or bandaged.  Just KEEP your health cover - even if you need a bank loan to pay it.

Value your friends.  You are going to be lucky enough to keep some from this time all through your years, or you will reconnect with some as well. You will also lose a few forever, treasure them every minute you have with them.  You are very lucky to have these people in your life.  Especially the ones who drive you home after nights out at the pub.

They sure do!
 

Speaking of the pub, although you are underage and this is illegal (so everyone under 18 look away NOW), make sure when you have your friend's sisters ID, and are asked to sign it, you sign THEIR signature and not your own!!!!!! 

And then say you forgot you changed your name!!!!!


And finally, enjoy EVERY single minute you have. Because life is a roller coaster and you need to have the going down bits, to make the going up bits so much better.

And follow this:

Dance like no-one's watching (but even if they are, keep going)
Love as though you've never been hurt (but be careful!)
Sing as though no one can hear you  (nah, sing like they can hear you)
Live as though heaven is on earth (cos it is)

And drink champagne - cos it tastes great!!!!!!

Especially this one.

Love

Me   xxx

p.s.  INVENT GOOGLE - REALLY - IT'LL BE WORTH IT - TRUST ME!!




What would you write to your 16 year old self?

Did you forge your friend's sisters id??

Have a perm???



Cheers

Lisa x0x
 

Nana's Gone Off - Literally!!!!!

OMG!!!!!

I was sitting watching The Project the other night whilst doing some 'blogging' when I heard a rather unusual story.

About fireworks.

Fireworks!!!


But not just your average $45 billion fireworks on Sydney Harbour at New Years Eve.

Sydney Harbour going off!!!!

No, this was a family who decided to turn their dearly departed's ashes into fireworks.

Are you frigging kidding me????

Yep, they turned Mum and Nana into some fireworks and on a dark and wintery night on Sydney Harbour, they said a few words "Who's brought the bloody lighter?" and proceeded to light Mum and Grandma and send them off.

High high high up into the sky.

There they go....

Where they burst into technicolour and then rained down on the edge of the harbour, bits and pieces of the family hitting the ground harder than a Kardashian falling off their skyscraper heels.


Um, I don't know about you but I certainly don't want Horse Girl and The Senior Sergeant (my offspring for you newbies to this blog!) packaging me up, lighting me and sending me up into the sky in a blaze of light and colour.  And noise.

No siree.

I want a party but where every one sings ABBA songs, wears pink and yellow and drinks champagne by the bucket load and telling stories about what a wonderful and witty person I was (hey, it;s my funeral, you have to say nice things about me then!!!).

Go you good thing

 

Here's to me!

 

And although I'm happy for a firework or two to be fired in my honour, hell you  an even play Katy Perry singing FIREWORK,  you WON'T be using ME as the ingredients for said firework.

Click here for Katy Perry singing Firework

So next time you are at fireworks, spare a thought for the dearly departed.  They may be falling upon you as we speak!!!!

Is that Nana or Great Aunty Lottie?

Do you love fireworks?

Are you a champagne drinker??

How's Nana???

Cheers

Lisa x0x

Thank You For The Music

So this post wasn't an original idea of mine
I have to thank one of my regular readers - The Phantom Poster - who leaves comments on my blogs - who started replying to me in ABBA song titles.

Ah, I thought, well eighty-one can play at this game so I have now stolen their idea and have decided to make this blog completely full of ABBA song titles, and therefore my own idea. You have to see how many you can count and for the winner - I am happy to do my own recording of Dancing Queen on a cd for you - how good is that!!!!

So, upon my Arrival at Waterloo, I had to Bang a Boomerang whilst waiting for my Honey Honey who was at Dream World (yep, that's one)

I asked Does Your Mother Know, when he said Chiquita, Gimme Gimme Gimme some Money Money Money but before you ask, I Am Just a Girl and I Have A Dream but Knowing Me Knowing You, I am asking you to Lay All Your Love On Me.

Mamma Mia, Nina Pretty Ballerina, he replied. I said I will have to yell SOS if you don't Put On Your White Sombrero so I might have to go, but I will Ring Ring.

You might have to Take A Chance On Me, but Voulez Vous, I will Thank You For The Music. When All Is Said and Done, I remember When I kissed The Teacher. Why Did It Have To Be Me, I asked, when we could be As Good As Knew. We should just Dance While The Music Still Goes On otherwise I will have to call Elaine.

Mmmm, not too sure about this one, I hope they didn't reuse that alfoil

I'm Gonna Sing You My Love Song, but remember The Day Before You Came, Fernando, that there was an Eagle who was Head Over Heels and just about As Good As New. 

Remember, He is your Brother, who was Givin' A Little Bit More, who might be able to fix that Hole In Your Soul but I Saw It In the Mirror so I Let The Music Speak because I'm  a Marionette and I've Been Waiting For You.

I Wonder  that If It Wasn't For The Nights I would sing The King Kong Song but because You Were Like An Angel Passing Through My Room  as though There Was A Merry Go Round, I asked what was The Name Of The Game. On And On And On it went till Our Last Summer but One Of Us would have to Rock Me whilst things were Slipping Through My Fingers.

So Long, Super Trouper, Tiger and I will be going to The Tropical Loveland where we can get Two for The Price Of One.  Just remember, You Owe Me One.

Hasta Manana Baby!


And as my sign off to you today, please click on the link

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xFrGuyw1V8s&ob=av3e

because if you can't beat them, join them!!!!!

oh, here's another one you may like

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BshxCIjNEjY

and another
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VR4LJjCBWE0

and maybe one more

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EvVngDm7IG8

Ok last one, and this is my tribute to the bestest band ever in the whole of history and the universe

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0dcbw4IEY5w&ob=av3n



That's it -I'm buying ABBA for the Wii - we don't need to eat next week but we can SING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Today's Blog Post is about...oh damn I forgot

I don't want to alarm you but things just aren't right here at Country Gypsies.
I am a little concerned that I am losing my.......

Um, where was I?  That's right - about to make a cuppa tea.

Where did I put my tea cup?

Now where did I put the computer and why am I holding the kettle??

Seriously, I am starting to forget things.

In my cleansing frenzy a couple of weeks ago, I took my watch off and put it somewhere very special. So, WHY THE BLOODY HELL CAN'T I FIND IT????

Really, I cannot find it. I may have put in somewhere in the pantry when I was cleaning that out - who knew that those pesky 'use before' date stamps were true - but I now can't find it anywhere. I have come to the conclusion that the mouse we had in the pantry has taken off with it, because I tried to kill it with ratsak.

get out of the watch Mouse and bring it back

I am forever losing my keys. Yesterday, I couldn't find them when I had to go out. Eventually I found them, in the bathroom. Well, nothing wrong with that is there!

Then I went to do a couple of things and twice lost them whilst out. WTF?????

I have come to the conclusion that my mind is full. Completely full. There is no more room in there to remember anything else. I need to purge some of the bits in there that I don't need anymore like I still know every ABBA song that was ever written, my thoughts about what happened to Sam Wiggle, and ....oh see, I forgot again.

So, from today, I am going to try and purge my mind so that it is clear and ready to start again. Let's hope that I can end up with a clear mind and remember all those important things, and not have too many of those non important things in there.

Now, if only I knew where I put the children!!

And do I really own a cow????

I had a question to ask you at the end of this post but I forgot what it was.

Cheers

Lisa   xox

Five Things You Might Not Know About Me!

I have decided to ramp up my blogging posts.

Well, not really, but thought that might have got you in!!!

Have been thinking about what may interest you, or that you really couldn't give a toss about.

Now I think that the majority of my blog readers are family/friends but it is interesting as I can see where my readers hail from.

No, not your address - don't panic.

But I can see what country you are from and interestingly enough I have some readers from Russia, Sweden, United States of America, Germany, Ukraine and Latvia (I haven't counted Kenya as I think that is you Kristy - unless I have a major following there that I am unaware of!!!)

Any shade of green means people are constantly being entertained by moi!!!!!

So, firstly I would like to say    привет,  Hallå, Hello, Hallo, Привіт, Sveicināti,  and to Kristy and her friends - Habari  (it is Swahili so don't know if that is correct language)


Anyway, thought I might tell you five incredibly interesting things about me that you may/may not already know.

Wait, don't go, it MIGHT be interesting.

1.   I am not a natural blonde - yes I know that this is a hard one for you to discover but it is true. I am actually now increasingly grey but as the Senior Sergeant likes to ask - "Mum, do you even know what colour your hair is?"

Going for this next, why not, at least my hair would go with everything!!!

2.   I love the sun!  There, I said it, I know it's wrong and I 'bake' anywhere near as much as I used to (probably because the lifeguards send out the call for a beached whale if I am at the beach) but I LOVE sitting in the sun with a good drink or five and a book.

I normally wear a hat too!

3.  Wow, this is harder than I thought. Probably because I tend to tell everyone everything.
Ok, thinking harder now...........well, most people may know this but I am an ABBA tragic. My first ever concert was to see ABBA when they played at the SCG back in 1807. The rain was pelting down and I was meant to skip school for the day with my friend Martine and her Mum and we were going to the concert. Except my Mum decided that it was too wet. Oh, the tears, the sobs. But, good on Mare, she got us both a ticket so off we went and saw them in all their glory. Yes, it was even the concert when Agnetha fell over on stage due to the wet conditions.  Oh, what sweet memories. And I have instilled that love into my children, who are known to burst into "Dancing Queen" (my theme song) or even "Thank you for the Music" at a moment's notice.

Seriously Bjorn, are you a house painter - what's with the white overalls!!!

4.   I have a horrible scar on my knee. Yes, I actually have about three, from botched operations when so called medical specialists attempted to do a knee reconstruction. Not once, but twice. Different doctors, both as useless as each other. Of course, the last one told me I needed it done again, but, although I am a mad athlete, I am just waiting for a bionic woman knee replacement in a few years.

Then I could wear yellow jeans and tie people up! Win Win

5.  Self doubt - yes, I have it. I actually wonder if people really do read this and think - what a bloody fruitcake- but I guess it is also a little outlet for me.  I am not a trained writer - whoa, bet that surprised you - but I actually really like doing it. So thanks for reading this far, if you made it.

So there  you are. I know, I know, you already feel closer to me. I shall try to think of something a bit wittier next time - but will probably just be same old same old anyway.


Cheers

Lisa xox


p.s Oh,a postscript to a blog earlier this week, we now have Deborah Hutton parading in a bikini at Glamarama Beach, just so we can see she is not airbrushed. Mmmmm, yet another slow news day.
Seriously, Ms Hutton, one pieces are noice - why not try one.  Remember toots, less is more!!!!