Careful…. there are little ears around

Small Child and his Dad sit down to watch Cool Runnings for the first time.  They are at the beginning of the film and are watching the main characters prepare to run the 100m event….

Small Child:  “Do they run like Kenyans*?”

Mom:  Splurght! (and nearly spits tea all over her LCD monitors)   “Whoops!”

*Small Child was in the room last week when
 some of us were watching this Youtube video:

MMMMMMMS

I am now feeling the pain of everyone in the US who has been blogging for the last year lamenting the lack of MMS capabilities on the iPhone.  Stupid really,  I’ve had an MMS capable phone for the last three and a half years and no one hardly ever sent me an MMS message.  As soon as I get an iPhone …..  a friend of mine has a baby and tries to send me four MMS messages that I can’t get!   Grrr…

PS – I still love my iPhone though… he’s way too sexy to hold this against him.
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Twenty ‘kin years….

It’s my high school reunion tonight.  Twenty years since we left the not so hallowed halls of San Sisto Ladies College in 1988.  Yes.  😐  A private Catholic Girls school…. and nothing quite dates you like a high school reunion.  It also marks the exact 20 year (to the day) anniversary of our high school formal which was apparently a coincidence.  I being the strange little anal retentive nutter than I am was the one to point this out.  In my defense the only reason that I remembered our school formal was on 16th August is because it also happens to be the day that Elvis karked it in 1977…. whatever.

I was looking forward to going and I had hoped to be able to do my best Joan Cusack impression when I got home:  Marcella: Yes, I went. It was just as if everyone had swelled.

But I’ve been struck down with the dreaded lurgi and am unable to attend.  Thinking about about my high school years brings up mostly apathy from me.  I wasn’t the most popular kid in school (we never had enough money for running with the ‘in’ crowd) but I certainly wasn’t disliked.  I was a bit of a floater….  I used to frequently have lunch with different groups of kids depending on who I felt like speaking to that day.  I was friendly with the athletic kids because I was pretty good at sports.  I also used to hang with the art kids cos I was pretty good at that too.  I never really hung out with the smart kids – I never bothered working work hard enough at school to fit in there.  I was just the sort of girl who would talk to everyone had lunch with whomever on any given day and got along with everyone.

I didn’t really identify with any of the cliques and really didn’t go out of my way to fit in with them – quite the opposite in fact.  I remember on free clothes days (uniforms being de rigeur in Australian schools) where the ‘in’ kids frequently turned up in all their designer duds (Jag, Country Road and Stuart Membrey being the designers of choice in the late 80s in suburban Brisbane) and I would turn up in a denim miniskirt, studded belt and a black singlet top with “Jim Beam” splashed across the bust.  In my free time I was in the army cadets and hung out with boys who were into cars and guns…. so no I didn’t really try to fit in.  I was also not a fan of Michael Jackson, Duran Duran or Boy George so strike two on that count as well. 

I think from a very young age I’ve had a ‘this is me and if you don’t like it … fuck off’ sort of attitude.  I’m not sure where that came from?!?!  I’ve never been one to curry favour for some reason and mostly no one had anything bad to say about me (well not to my face after that time I rounded up on one chick for speaking out of turn about me).  I got in trouble a few times for wagging school to hang out with Edourardo on his RDOs but mostly I paid attention in class got fair grades in the 70-80% range with minimum effort and just floated through high school.

So the reunion?  Yes I was curious to see what the years might have brought everyone.  See who was skiting about their fabulous lives and see whether some people had changed.  But looking through an old school group photo… I didn’t see any faces that I missed having in my life these 20 years…

Looking at this photo reminded me of things….  Mr G the faggotty English teacher who was litterally hounded out of class by our laughter when he turned up to work with peach coloured trousers and sporting a new perm.  Mrs V the tyranical Vice Principal who seemed to ALWAYS catch me out when I wagged school (I swear that woman really did have eyes in the back of her head).  Sarah F who got up the duff months after finishing senior.  Rebecca P who used to skive out of swimming with girlie troubles every fucking week.  Katrina H who burst into tears when I got better marks than her for a book report on a book I never read.  Colleen M whose mother used to drop the two of us to the local pub on her way to work night shifts as a nurse (we were fifteen … eejit woman).  Linda B whose mother was killed in a car accident on the Cav Rd and Nursery Rd intersection when we were in Grade 10.  Kylie C who got suspened for getting a lopsided punk hairdo.  Catia B who demanded a recount when I beat her in a vote for House Captain.  Katie S who was disowned by her family for anouncing she was a lesbian (and who subsequently suicided in 1991).  Cassy B who I saw in the mid 90s in skimpy gear promoting Strongbow Cider at Fisherman’s Wharf.  Angela M who used to complain about her $20 a week pocket allowance (my family’s mortgage payments in the mid 80s were $90/month).   Celia T who talked about nothing but Bon Jovi for a year and a half.  Julie B who missed a year of school with agoraphobia.  Melissa S who had arthritis since she was kid.  Shannon M who was the snobbiest bitch of a thing in the whole class and who I understand is largely unchanged.

Nope.  I can honestly say I don’t miss any of them.
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Red backs! Red backs don’t eat much!

I took the Small Child to the National Zoo in canberra.  Kids love zoos and to be honest – so do I.  I’ve been to handful of zoos around the world Barcelona Zoo, London Zoo, Edinburgh Zoo and Christchurch Zoo.  Also been to a handful in Australia – Western Plains Zoo in Dubbo, Taronga Zoo in Sydney and a few smaller menageries like Zoo Doo Wildlife Park in Hobart, Alma Park Zoo in Brisbane, Currumbin Wildlife Sanctuary on the Coast and I’m sure there’s a few others that I’ve long since forgotten.

Anyway the point is – I like zoos.  I like getting the opportunity to see exotic animals up close and if you’re lucky you might even get a few good pictures of animals that you wouldn’t be able to do without significants amounts of expensive travel.  I particularly like zoos that have great habitats for the inhabitants and zoos that obviously aim to educate and have large investment in conservation programs. 

As you do when you’re a parent you tend to want to instil in your children an appreciation for the sorts of things that you yourself are interested in, so the Small Child has also been to a number in Brisbane, the one in Christchurch and now the National Zoo.  And I have to say – what a disappointment the National Zoo in Canberra turned out to be.  I’ve been thinking about it for a couple of days and wondering if I’ve just got high expectations because I’ve seen some of the international offerings in Europe.  But no after thinking about it for a while I have to say I just don’t think our ‘National Zoo’ comes up to scratch.

The animals they have there are
African Lion
Sumatran Tiger
Bengal Tiger
Cougar *
King Cheetah*
Serval*
Snow Leopard
Malaysian Sun Bear
European Brown Bear
Native Dingos*
Koala
Giraffe*
Common Eland*
Zebra*
Capuchin Monkeys
Marmoset
Cape Barren Goose
Tamarin Monkeys
Tasmanian Devil
Otters
Red Panda
Alpacas
Emu

Wombat
 

There was also an Aquarium which had some sharks, various reef fish in salt aquariums and a Reptile House which had an Olive Python, a Boa Constrictor, a Blood Python, a Corn Snake, two Reticulated Pythons, a Fijian Crested Iguana, a Rhinoceros Iguana and some small Alligators.  Is it just me or is anyone else noticing something missing here?  This is the National Zoo in Canberra, Capital City of Australia…

So where the fuck are all the Australian animals?  

The handful they do have there are bolded in the list above and a pathetic bunch they make.  The whole place centres it advertising around the big cats which to be fair is something that most zoos tend to do.  But seeing that this is supposed to be the National Zoo of Australia I had expected to see a large array of Australian Animals…. including various kangaroos.  How can you have an Australian zoo with no kangaroos?  That’s absurd.

I expected to see….
Kangaroos – red ones, grey ones, Wallabies, Pademelons all of them
Platypus
Echidnas
Possums
Quolls
Bandicoots
Sugar Gliders
Native mice
Quokkas
Bilbys

How about some Australian birds?
Galahs
Cockatoos
Red Tail Black Cockatoos
Whipbirds
Lyrebirds
Black Swans
Cassowary
Ibis
Bitterns
Curlews
Rainbow Bee Eaters
Brolgas
Jabirus
Kookaburras

What about some Australian representatives in the Reptile House?
Red Bellied Black Snakes
Taipans
Death Adders
Frilled Lizzards
Thorny Devils
Long necked tortoises
Crocodiles (not alligators)
Goannas

This is just a list I have made off the top of my head here.  I am aware that I have had an unusually good education in Australian flora and fauna due to many long holidays taken in National Parks all over Australia with the family when I was growing up and I have actually seen many of these animals in their natural habitats.  I imagine if I did some googling I could find a list long as your arm full of interesting and unique Australian animals that deserve inclusion in our so-called National Zoo.  It blows me away that hardly any of them were represented at all.

As I said – it was a sad disappointment to me and just lucky that the Small Child has a glass half full view of life so far and one lonely emu and one hiding wombat was still a thrill for him.

* animals whose habitats were under reconstruction or refurbishment
and therefore not able to be viewed the day we were there.

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