Friday, September 28, 2007

This Song has No Title..............................


The weekend.

And what's planned?

Nothing much.


We have to get the camping gear out and give the tent a run, as neither has been used in a while while. I can't think of anything much worse than 1 week from now, arriving in Nooriootpa in the dead of night, and having to put the tent up in the dark, with no idea of what we're doing, finding that half of the posts are missing , and then the air beds deflating over night because they've perished from lack of use. Dome tents can be a bit of a mixed blessing....
It's a bit of a bugger, as we have to camp for two of the ten nights that we are there........ it's the busiest time of year in the Barossa Valley, evidently. For some reason, people desire to seal their everlasting love with nuptials in this picturesque area. And there is a large religious conference; evidently another group of people wanting to seal some everlasting life in the picturesque wine-growing area. Also, the Masters' Games are on too. Other people who want to make an everlasting deal with their orthopedic surgeon to keep him in fine wine.......

And then there's all the Mototrials contingent as well....... whatever deals they're making...... it's not with their wives to keep them in fine wine forever, that's for sure......

2 weekends of mototrials.... Nirvana for some. And demonstration schools through the week.

A few trips down to Adelaide for me I think. And I'm in need of a good book or two.

Any ideas????? I've read Harry Potter......

But I digress from my weekend plans.

I think I will go into work for a while, as I have some paperwork that I want to do. The hospital is due for accreditation in November, and I need to generate some type of assessment/evaluation tool for my clients. It's always too busy during the weekdays, and I can get more done on weekends. Of course, my boss knows nothing of this. Because I can only produce a slightly above average quantity of work, of a slightly above average quality.

And because I'm only going to become a good team member with guidance, she has asked me to consider swapping my days so that I can facilitate Pink Ribbon Day on October 22......... otherwise, she may have to do it herself. I told her that I would think about it and see what I could organise. Obviously, I'm learning...... how to play the game...... I hate these type of games..... I'm too old and too tired to be bothered.........

I think a couple of in-house movies might be in order as well, now that Dr Who has finished.

Some girlfriends in Newie had asked me to join them for a girls' night in on Saturday night, but I have decided not to go after my impromptu visit to nanandpops last Sunday night. Did I mention this?

I had some words with my daughter last Sunday...........all via a very frustrating sms conversation.....

I wanted her to meet me at Maitland so she could return the suit that I had loaned her, and I wanted to take her to the movies and dinner as well. She said that she was too busy, and that I should pick it up myself..... and that she would slip me some petrol money.......

So, I drove down to Newie, took Nan to the movies, and then drove home. GG apologised, and reviewed her offer, but I told her that I was already on my way.

Things, they are a changing..................

By the way, "Hairspray" is a very entertaining movie. Lots of fun for mummy and I.

Even as a very large (and not all that attractive) woman, John Travolta can certainly dance!!
I love this man. I don't care what his religious beliefs are, or that he's getting on a bit; I think that he is just sex on a stick. Sorry Lisa, but Bill Paxton just doesn't ring my bells. I think he's attractive, but something is missing for me. Maybe if he said "Off my case, toilet face!" or something similar...........

But I digress... again......

Anyway, I don't know what else is on for the weekend. I think the boys are going to take the newly schmick motorbike up to Tamworth to work out the kinks on Sunday/Monday.

Maybe I should just blog it after it happens. That's the way it usually works, anyway.

I know that EVERYONE is giving me a resounding hiding in "Scrabulous".

Obviously, I'm only slightly above average at that, too. I think that I need sacking.........

Watch out for the men in blue this weekend; double demerits are a very quick way of losing one's licence whilst topping up the governments coffers...............

And because I can; An Elton John/Bernie Taupin collaboration that I love.........

Tune me in to the wild side of life
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife
Take me to the garretts where the artists have died
Show me the courtrooms where the judges have lied

Let me drink deeply from the water and the wine
Light coloured candles in dark dreary mines
Look in the mirror and stare at myself
And wonder if that's really me on the shelf

And each day I learn just a little bit more
I don't know why but I do know what for
If we're all going somewhere let's get there soon
Oh this song's got no title just words and a tune

Take me down alleys where the murders are done
In a vast high powered rocket to the core of the sun
Want to read books in the studies of men
Born on the breeze and die on the wind

If I was an artist who paints with his eyes
I'd study my subject and silently cry
Cry for the darkness to come down on me
For confusion to carry on turning the wheel

Have safe and happy weekend!


Anonymous said...

You are going where?

Cyndy said...

Nooriootpa... which everyone seems to call Noorioopta... 75ks north of Adelaide, in the Barossa Valley.. I guess that makes ME Lucky, hey....