The above title is pretty much true. I am still a slightly grumbly needy ball of sickness. I went to see my doctor and now I have an hour or so before I need to go to work. That is all. I have nothing else to report.
There is no till next time joke today I’m sorry,
Chops
I have had a pretty nasty fever over the weekend. It is still holding on to a small degree. I will fight on. But I have had a number of very vivid dreams. One included our minister who is doing the premarriage counselling mention at length and thinly cloaked the details of our pastoral premarriage counselling.
But the dream I had was of a phone call I received from a friend who works in the administration of a national sporting competition. He called me and said “Hey, when you get the call just say yes”. As a normal human being I asked say Yes to what and that sort of thing. I then received a call from the little fella who works for the sporting team with whom we often host their events at the House of Chops. He said c’mon we have to go I will pick you up in twenty. I have sorted eveything else out. he picks me up in this massive limo and we fly to Sydney in a private jet. He still won’t tell me where we are going. We get picked up in a really nice town car and taken to near the harbour and up to this boardroom at a really flash building way up high. I then find myself in a board room meeting with Eddie Maguire. We were discussing how to get this sport back onto the tele and make it popular. It was a good time had by all and we spent the rest of the time hanging out in Sydney before flying back.
Till Next Time It Felt Very Real,
Chops
I did forget to mention that one time I awoke I was watching sheepdog trials on the ABC from Tasmania. What a wonderful sport as Man and Beast take on another a Beast. The way the dog totally controls the sheep. The way the sheep get all defiant and stamp their feet and take on the dog.
One of my favourite bits is the way the farmer communicates with the dog. Some use whistles and some use language. I have no idea what the calls mean but some of my favourites are the often called get behind. And my personal favourite one guy used was pull your head in. It is one of my favourite phrases in the Australian vernacular but to hear it in this sporting context is most superb.
Till Next time Pull You Head In ( I was speaking to the sheep dog ),
Chops
Like a lot of my countrymen and women we have a love of Sport. It doesn’t matter if we are good at it as long as the green and gold is shown loud and proud I will watch it. I may not even be overly interested as was the case last eve when I fell asleep in the middle of the Winter Olympics coverage. We will be very lucky to win a thing at the games but I am faithful.
I am not sure what i find so attractive if it’s the coolness of winter or just seeing those plucky aussies have a go even though they aren’t the best going round the park. I watched with pride as our little trooper came 83rd in a field of 89 in the 20km biathlon. That is a pretty brave endeavour even though yopu know you haven’t got absolutely any chance of getting any jewellery at the end of the day.
I am saddened to note that Roy and H.G did not venture to these games in Torino. I still recall with delight them getting Americans to do the aussie weather in Salt Lake City. They had crazy stuff like snow in Darwin and so on. Even a suggestion I made was featured on the program. Ah good times.
When I awoke it was during the last rubber of the Davis Cup. I managed to watch a little before going back to sleep. I awoke to Joyce Meyer. Me thinks I rolled over onto the remote to change the channel. I saw the end of her program and saw a ad with a elvis invoker encrouaging me to sms a certain number so I could get a scripture sms’ed to me everyday. I am not sure if this was dreamt or real, it was more than a little surreal.
Next time I awoke it was time to get ready for work.
Till Next Time Did I Really See Elvis,
Chops
This week saw the playing of that great American tradition of the Dessert Plate (not it’s real name). Usually my friends and I get together at 9 in the morning and party all day till like 5 pm. We don’t like the coverage of the our local carrier so we tape the game. We then proceed to eat and swim and play the computer game version of the Dessert Plate. We make our predicitions for the game and then we watch the game and fast forward the bits we don’t like.
This year was different. Happy our normal host has moved to the wilds of Canberra. The rest of my posse: Chicken Man, Lion and the Police State either had other commitments or were on there honeymoon or now also live in a different party of the state. Last year I watched with my friend mr lover lover but he has started work two days a week with one of those days being Monday!!
So I awoke early and grabbed the fixins required for a good Dessert Plate party. I got the ingredients for the Hotdogs including Cheese and Bacon. I also procured the closest thing I could get to root beer and some brownies.
I got back just in time for the kick off. I then watched the game by myself and ate myself till fullness. It was a pretty good game except my time were given some pretty sucky calls from the refs. We also made some very silly choices which cost us pretty much the game. But it was pretty good all in all.
The half time extravaganza was pretty extravangant. It is sad what my job has done to me as I sat there trying to figure out how they got the stage out there so quick and was pretty stable and without damaging the surface. Plus all the lights and such were connected. Pretty cool I thought. Not sure if we could that off so quickly at the House of Chops.
Till Next Time Enjoy the Party of One,
Chops
I wish to apologise for the lack of bloggin lately. We have had lots of hassles with the net lately. I also have moved so the net is furthr away and the lovely One only has dial up. Over the next 8 or so weeks the blog will be quite irregular in the lead up to our wedding. So please accept my profuse apologies fro the lack of Info.
I am going to briefly comment on some recent comments:
Kenna: I can’t believe you crazy americans don’t have the wonders of Yum Cha! It is found in the more Asian parts of town. On visiting your town of Pana I did not have time to venture into the asian quarter of your rural town of 5000. It is most wonderful as they lift the lid on the wee bamboo steamer – it’s always a surprise. You just never know what hidden bounty is hidden beneath the lid. Sometimes you just have to be brave as you don’t understand at all what the waitress is presenting. Next time you come out here we will have to take you to the wonderful House of Ribs and the House of Yum Cha.
Curate: I am a slight lefty but definately not a commie. Not that there is anything wrong with that. BTW could you please email me your current snail mail address please.
Till Next Time Make Your Cha Yum,
Chops
I recently wished all and sundry a happy Oz day and hoped they would have a bbq. I thought that would be part of my day but alas it was not. Oz day was also the day we had our Wedding shower type thing. We had it in the form of a Supperware Party (not it’s real name). After being stick in a room with women and fnding out the virtues and wonders of Supperware (not it’s real name) we had morning tea. I wish to put it on the record that I made from scratch a fairly smashing rasberry and two kinds of chocolate brownies. The Lovely One and her minions (brides maids) and her mother decided we should celebrate this time together with Yum Cha. Which I think really shows the trul multicultural tone of Australia.
We were suposed to go to a hottest 100 party and have a bbq but we Yum Cha’ed instead. It was very nice and a lovely time had by all.
Till Next Time Yum Cha can be fairly Oz like,
Chops