I’m feeling Hot Hot Hot!

 

It’s the weekend, and with the cyclones bashing the coast late this week, we are being followed up with a heat wave.  No joke, its absolutely freaking HOT!  Got in my car to go down to the local golf club and the inside of my car was like a sauna.  The steering wheel had me driving with my finger tips, and my seat belt????  Okay, that was pure torture to try and put on.  It’s now 37 degrees Celsius, but if you ask me it feels more like 45!

So now I am back and in my air conditioned room, with a cold beer…(yes, nothing is better than a cold beer), and back at writing again.  Too hot to do anything else.

 

Might go down the local pool later.  Yeah.

~RB~

 

Tim Minchin – White wine in the Sun.

 

This is a Christmas song with a difference.  Tim Minchin’s “White wine in the Sun.”

A sentimental song about Christmas. This version is taken from the Australian ‘Ready For This?’ DVD. As in previous years, all proceeds from the sale of this song during the months of November, December and January, every year, go to the National Autistic Society (NAS).

December 2012: “It’s been six years since I wrote my little tribute to Christmas, and I’ve finally recorded a studio version. Huzzah!” – Tim Minchin.

I really like Christmas
It’s sentimental, I know, but I just really like it
I am hardly religious
I’d rather break bread with Dawkins than Desmond Tutu, to be honest

And yes, I have all of the usual objections
To consumerism, the commercialisation of an ancient religion
To the westernisation of a dead Palestinian
Press-ganged into selling Playstations and beer
But I still really like it

I’m looking forward to Christmas
Though I’m not expecting a visit from Jesus

I’ll be seeing my dad
My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
They’ll be drinking white wine in the sun
I’ll be seeing my dad
My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
They’ll be drinking white wine in the sun

I don’t go in for ancient wisdom
I don’t believe just ‘cos ideas are tenacious it means they’re worthy
I get freaked out by churches
Some of the hymns that they sing have nice chords but the lyrics are spooky

And yes I have all of the usual objections
To the mis-education of children who, in tax-exempt institutions,
Are taught to externalise blame

And to feel ashamed and to judge things as plain right and wrong
But I quite like the songs

I’m not expecting big presents
The old combination of socks, jocks and chocolate’s is just fine by me

Cos I’ll be seeing my dad
My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
They’ll be drinking white wine in the sun
I’ll be seeing my dad
My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
They’ll be drinking white wine in the sun

And you, my baby girl
My jetlagged infant daughter
You’ll be handed round the room
Like a puppy at a primary school
And you won’t understand
But you will learn someday
That wherever you are and whatever you face
These are the people who’ll make you feel safe in this world
My sweet blue-eyed girl

And if my baby girl
When you’re twenty-one or thirty-one
And Christmas comes around
And you find yourself nine thousand miles from home
You’ll know what ever comes

Your brothers and sisters and me and your Mum
Will be waiting for you in the sun
Whenever you come
Your brothers and sisters, your aunts and your uncles
Your grandparents, cousins and me and your mum
We’ll be waiting for you in the sun
Drinking white wine in the sun
Darling, when Christmas comes
We’ll be waiting for you in the sun
Drinking white wine in the sun
Waiting for you in the sun
Waiting for you…
Waiting…

I really like Christmas
It’s sentimental, I know…

 

 

 

The Bush Post – I scream for Ice cream.

 

Today got to a ridiculous 42 degrees Celsius, which is the equivalent to 108 degrees Fahrenheit.  It was so hot that I was craving an ice cream after a hot day at work.  Memories of my childhood back in the big smoke had me remember the joy of hearing the ice cream man’s truck come down the street.  Yeah, nothing beat a Mr Whippy ice cream that always melted down my hand before I got a chance to even take a lick.  Out in the outback, there is no Mr Whippy.  Best bet is to go to the local servo….which I did.

I had a Maxibon. ❤

 

What is your favorite type of ice cream?

Do you still get the Ice cream man come to your neighborhood?