JJ and I are fairly far removed from being le family Jones. We try not to keep up. But there is the Dyson vacuum incident, which I won’t go into.
But when I’m alone, the Jonesing gets a tad loud.
Like the other day, I was rather blue, so I went to that great bastion of fashion in the West, Highpoint Shopping centre. Having skipped breakfast, I hopped into Gloria Jean’s for a coffee and a spinach and ricotta pastry surrounded by the most delightful ladies and their children. As I have mentioned before, I LOVE children. BUT, on this day, what with me being blue and all that, the last thing I needed was a youngster kicking a soccer ball around the cafe.
Sure, World Cup fever is abound and who the hell am I to deter a future David Beckham or Harry Kewell.
David Beckham - Can kick a soccerball around a cafe any time. Can also take off his shirt whenever he likes, thanks.
Harry Kewell - See "David Beckham"
But the kid was neither and, really, it’s a freaking cafe!
The mother did try her best to deter him.
Boy: (sound effect) kick kick kick
Mummy: Darling, I don’t think you should be kicking that around in here.
(Mummy goes back to latte and conversation)
Boy (looking around): Oh, it’s ok.
Mummy looks over at boy kick kick kicking.
Mummy: (sound effect) birds chirping
(Mummy goes back to latte and conversation)
Boy: (sound effect) kick kick kick KICK KICK KICK KICK FREAKING KICK
But anyway, it was the day after the Australian Coup (as I will henceforth refer to the day that Julia Gillard toppled Kevin Rudd). See, I’m supposed to be happy that a childless sister is now our PM. But I LOVED Kev, so it’s bittersweet and it will take some time for me to recover.
So there I was, reading The Age when over at a window seat, I copped an eyeful of a man, a little unwashed and rather creative looking, tapping away silently on a teensy weensy little laptop.
OH! I verily squealed. I wants me one of them – Precious.
Now, I belong to the Faith school of want/get/have. Remember Faith, the dark murdering slayer that came into being after Buffy died.
Faith - the bad slayer who got what she wanted.
Faith taught Buffy that slayers could have whatever they want, whenever they want. Slayers and me!
So off I went to JB, pointed at the prettiest little thing, directed JJ to the payment machine with the plastic payment thing and voila. Want. Get. Have.
My new little Asus EEE
I can slip it into my bag and it weighs less than my wallet
Tuesday, June 29th, 2010, 1:21 pm | 
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July 1, 2010 at 8:49 pm
Yes Jo, very cool. I want, get, have too! (that is the pc not Beckham) I fear, I never get offline then though!
Ha Ha I am glad I am not the only one dealing with kids on school holidays!
July 9, 2010 at 2:24 pm
See, I would be the one who suddenly snaps at GJ’s and shouts STOP KICKING IT YA LITTLE F**CKER OR I”LL KICK YA F**CKIN HEAD!
Not to my own children, mind, because they wouldn’t be doing it in the first place.
I like the purchase, and also like D. Beckham and H. Kewell. They both look like E, Flynn, the most handsome man in the universe (with a terrible personality).
I felt bad a week after KRudd was ousted. I am still working out my thoughts on it all, I love J Gillard … but … it was dirty dirty dirty, man, and I still can’t work out WHY.
July 9, 2010 at 2:45 pm
Coming back to this … cos I suddenly felt guilty and wretched. No, I wouldn’t say that to the CHILD … maybe his mum.
July 9, 2010 at 8:37 pm
Oh Momo. I hear you about the mum but what can you do? We live in a melting pot and all that. I may have looked over at her once or twice. Of course the kidlings would NEVER kick a soccerball around a cafe. They’ll be inventing something on a computer. That’s how I envision them in the future.
Yeah lookit, I don’t know if I trust the new PM. I really loved the geek. I still feel sad.
marion, school holidays are a double edged sword. On the one hand, I get a seat on the train. On the other hand, the kids are hanging out all over the city, misbehaving and frolicking and reminding me of what a fuckwit I was as a youngster. Ah youth…