Monday, 16 September 2013

Escape From Boganville: It's Controversial (Not Really)

The weekend before last I managed to escape from Boganville.  I have barely managed this in 42 years except for the odd holiday here and there. Born and bred bogan. That's me. Classy. Naturally if an opportunity arises to escape from here, I would wish to visit somewhere glamorous and exciting. A faraway place bursting with culture and sophistication. Luckily, this place fitted all the above criteria. Two words.

Wagga Wagga. Or is it one word repeated? Whatever.

This exciting escape presented itself to me when my Mum mentioned she was heading there to surprise my aunt for her 70th birthday. I figured I'd tag along. It was decided that I would go with my parents and Mr 9 and 4. Micky Blue Eyes and Mr 12 already had a Darwin adventure planned for the following week.

The plan was that myself and the boys would sleep over at my parents house on the Thursday so we could leave early on Friday morning, stopping at Maccas for breakfast and returning the following Monday. So it was that I slept in my old bedroom with Mr 9 and 4, which is still painted a delightful  shade of peach However, most of my Queen Anne bedroom ensemble has disappeared with only the beside table remaining. The room now sports two beds, a 'king' single and a single. Therefore I spent a relaxing night in the King single cuddled up to Mr 4.

I woke up early.The boys were still blissfully asleep having been up late the previous night chattering away. Finally I had to wake them.  Pointlessly, I called to them to wake up. Nothing. I tried again.  Still nothing. There was only one thing to do.

"Wake up! It's time to go to Macca's! Do you want to go to Macca's?" I shouted.

Two sets of eyes shot open. "YES!" they chorused.

They were up and dressed in record time. And we were on the road. Which isn't very interesting to write about. We passed the time playing Eye Spy. Mr 4 wanted to control the whole game, which resulted in him and his brother fighting. Quite a relaxing way to spend a car journey. NOT. Eventually they dozed off for a while and we made it to Maccas at Goulburn. I've never seen two boys devour hot cakes and hash browns so fast. Anybody would think I never feed them. I do. Sometimes. I can't help it if that bloody Dinner Fairy never shows up! Shut up.

Hours later we arrived in Wagga and found our motel. Unfortunately our room was upstairs. Unfortunate because LAZY. Once again, shut up.

The plan was to head over to my cousin's house and surprise my aunt which we did. She was surprised but delighted to see us. We spent the rest of the afternoon chatting and drinking endless cups of tea. I worked out that it had been roughly 8 years since I'd seen my cousin and she'd never seen Mr 4 (soon to be 5). The sooner somebody invents one of those beaming up devices the better. Come on inventors it's 2013 already!

I won't bore you with every tiny detail of the weekend because it might sound like all we did is eat, drink and talk. Which we did. Is there a problem with that? Ahem. A wonderful time was had by all and we made it back home on Monday.

At this point you may have noticed that there is nothing remotely controversial about this post at all. And every one of my other posts. I  have to confess, I don't really do controversy. Instead, I do a lot of blahing. It's totally a verb, okay? I should know because it's what I do quite frequently. Feel a bit blah about everything and anything. Spend a minute, hour, day blahing. But I am trying to be a bit less 'blah'. But I have to confess it is most decidedly uphill work. When you have a tendency to 'blah' trying not to is a bit like pushing shit uphill while wading through quicksand. But I digress.

In fact when I saw this on The Lounge's FB wall I figured I should probably quit blogging.



I don't really do any of those things. Other than maybe giving people a bit of chuckle from time to time. And tweeting Can't really say my tweets are Earth shattering, though. Especially after spending a whole day a few days ago tweeting Carpenters lyrics while everyone else was tweeting inspirational #pbevent stuff. Sigh.  But that was one of the reasons I figured I could get away with it. Nobody was paying attention to me because they were all at that ProBlogger thingy. Ahem.

Plus, who says Carpenters songs aren't inspirational? At least one of them encourages the listener to:

"Sing, song a song! Don't worry that it's not good enough for anyone else to hear! Just sing, sing a song!"


So, I may as well apply the same theory to my blog  regardless of the lack of controversy or cutting edge posts. I'm just going to:

Blog! Blog a post! Don't worry that's it's not good enough for anyone else to read! Just blog! Blog a post!

Everybody join in!

LA LA LA LA LA! LA LA LA LA LA LA! LA LA LA LA LA LA  LAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Lazily linking up ridiculously late with Kimbooli for The Lounge.


Also linking up with Kirsty from My Home Truths for I Must Confess.


Have you made any escapes lately? Do you like being controversial?
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22 comments:

  1. LOL I saw your tweets in between the PB ones and was quite glad that someone was still sane because at times it felt like everyone was firing on about 20 cylinders and going insane at the same time (cue me hiding in the corner playing on my phone during breaks !!!)
    We had a break to Tassie - probably a little more picturesque than Wagga !!! It was lovely but I was glad to be home at the end of it.
    Have a great week - keep the blah coming - it's good to know I'm not the only one who does blah !
    Me

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    1. I certainly would have been hiding in a corner, or fleeing completely had I been there. Yes, Tassie is lovely. Been there twice. Thanks, love. xo

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  2. Do not give up blogging ness, the world needs you and your bogan stories!!

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  3. Honey - I would rather read your Blah than 90% of the florid crapola out there in the blogiverse.

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    1. Florid crapola? I like it. May pinch that. Thanks, Mumabs. xo

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  4. You could add, We DO are own thing. That's the way I look at it. If I'm not in it for the money, why should I confirm to the mould? (Of course, should anyone care to pay me, I'll behave and pretend to be normal for a bit...for as long as you're paying. Hey, I never said I was ethical.)

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    1. Not sure I could do 'normal' even for bucks. Oh well. Sighh. I'll just stick with 'doing my own thing'. Thanks for reading. xo

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  5. where is my brain. We do OUR own thing. Sheesh.

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  6. We escaped to Nelson Bay a couple of weeks ago, it was blissful. And I don't know if I necessarily aim to be controversial, controversy just seems to find me!

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    1. I guess it keeps you on your toes. Glad you enjoyed your escape. xo

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  7. No escapes for me, except a day trip to Sydney for a wedding last week which doesn't really count. I don't do controversial as I think blahing is much more comfortable and fun. As I was sick over the weekend I didn't get to see your Carpenters tweets but I did feel jealous everytime I caught a #pbevent tweet. We should totally blah together one day though...

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    1. We really should. Yep, I'm sticking with the blahing. Thanks, Kirsty. xo

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  8. I have never been to Wagga. Do you recommend it as a bogan escape? or an escape from Bogans?

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    1. Probably the former. Ahem. Thanks for reading. xo

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  9. "You can't call Wagga Wagga, Wagga" was one of the first Aus phrases I ever learned. When we were looking to come out here from So Cal, Bruce applied for a job there, so we narrowly missed being bush dwellers - it is in the bush, right? I think I would have quite liked that, actually :)

    Write whatever the eff you want hon. I was pretty horrified to learn there was a blogsphere, but managed to avoid most of it. I hate being part of groupthink. And you know what Groucho Marx said about clubs :)

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    1. Yes, it's in the bush, even though it's a fairly bit city. Or something.

      'Write whatever the eff you want' is fabulous advice as is Groucho's quote. Thanks,Ace. xo

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  10. Loved your weekend tweets!! Blahing is fine by me. Love the blahing! Blah Blah Blah!!

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  11. Blah away my dear. I love your blah. I don't think I'm even a 'blogger'. So I don't do any of those things either. Oh, except hugs. I'm a hugger. A huggy huggerson. And parenting. Kinda unavoidable with kids. No conferences for me. WOrk, and existing. And anything else I can fit in (which aint much I have to be honest. Not very good at that 'real' thing, either it seems).

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  12. We stayed at Paul's daughters place while in Brisbane and she lives in a high set house...I bought Dyllan new shoes because I couldn't be arsed walking back up the stairs to get his sandals. I'll fight you for that lazy award ;)

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  13. So jelly - I've never been to Wagga ;-)

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