This is not Steve Irwin.
Heard behind me today while I waited in line number five at my son’s high school registration,
“Did you hear that Crocodile Dundee died?”
“Oh really? I loved him in those movies.”
“Yeah, a fish bit him in the heart.”
“Oh my God I am never going near the ocean again.”
“I know.”
Okay first, my Mom is Australian and was born and raised there. I have traveled to that wonderful country several times. In Australia, they tend to call shrimp prawns, not shrimp. And I’ve never seen anyone throw one on the barbie, or anywhere, for that matter. Except into a glass with cocktail sauce.
Also, I’ve never heard the word Crikey except by the human Barney, and I was glad when my kids stopped watching him. Not that I wished the man dead.
As far as Aussie slang goes I prefer Dunny, Drongo, Dinky die, Tinny, Thunderbox, Reg Grundies or Reginalds and Ta.
Other than the two Aussie men confusion, today was relatively uneventful except seeing my psychiatrist who asked me if Nate had ever been abused by a babysitter or a family member because he seems so angry. I wanted to say, “Of course he’s angry, he’s 14. Angry at the world is his job.”
' September 5th, 2006 at 07:17pm 4 comments
I was angry as a teenager, and was not, to my knowledge, abused by anyone. Did this psychiatrist GO to medical school?
God I hope so, for $210 dollars an hour.
Tammy – ‘Angry at the world is his job’
Write that one down – You can still say it in your BOOK.
Cazzy,
I have these notebooks filled with things that I have been trying to shape into something, as well as numerous documents on the computer. It figuring out how it should all come together that’s hard.