Here’s the hits…

1.  Anticipation of All Things ANZAC.  I don’t know about you, but I find this a very emotional day.  I can easily find myself crying, watching the march: the soldiers in years gone by, and now the children, who march to uphold the tradition pass me by.  Everything from the eerie first bars of the bugle, to the remembrance, to the gratitude of a day off filled with sunshine, and ANZAC biscuits and meat pies and a gutsy and traditional match of footy.  More than Australia Day, which for me has morphed into something strange over the years, ANZAC Day is one of appreciation and a strange mix of celebration of the life we have mixed with indebtedness to those who went before us.

2.  These books:

They might be for kids, but they make me cry every.single.time.

3.  SYTYCD.  I don’t care, say what you want about the show: criticise Carrie’s hair and Paula’s dress sense if you like, but these dancers are bloody awesome. I know, I know, you’re probably thinking that I’m awesome myself, what with my Solid Gold Dancer moves from the 80s, and my white man’s overbite, mixed with a good bit of Salt n Pepper’s ‘Push It’ style, but I got nuthin’ on these guys.

4.  These super-cute CR boots that the generous E.Bunny bought for Coco in lieu of choccies.

They might be kinda up there in the price stakes I guess, but if you have a kid who simply won’t wear jeans in winter, they are a pretty cool option to pair with skirts, leggings and the like.  In fact, they will probably save us a fortune this Winter, as her Summer clothes can be worn with these and a cardi, for the pissy little 2 month Queensland cold snap we have here.  Well played Easter Bunny, you fashionista.

5.  Cadbury Chocolate Caramel Eggs.  That is all.

Hit me with your hits.. What did you love this week?

…From The Ashers xx

I’m outing myself, right here, right now:

I love SYTYCD.

I love a lady who runs funny, dancing in her nightie to a bit of Lana.

I love pops and krumps and jumps and pumps.  (Or whatever you call them.)

I love genres and passion and chorey and chemistry and the journey.

I love that they think their lives will change.

I am a bit cross that Jason isn’t on any more.  Ahhh, Jason.  We were the perfect match, both of us a little bitchy, a little bossy, a little bit mouthy.  Until I found it was apparently unlikely that we would be betrothen.

Thanks to SYTYCD I now know everything about dance.  I can predict how the judges will judge.  I can tell when Carrie will cry.  In fact, I think I probably could go on the show myself by now, such is my turn-out and arm-styling.  I think there is a place for a new genre: 80s dance, replete with White Man’s Overbite.  And I’m a natural.

Before you mock me, let’s be completely honest: it is better than the Winter Olympics.   Quite frankly, I’ve had about all I can take of all that cold and the curling.  The curling was funny at first, but now?  Not so much.  However I would invite them over to sweepmop my floors.  We have white tiles, and one big hairy furball who sheds all the time, leaving a trail of grey hair all over the joint.  And we also have a cat.

So now you know.

Now you must excuse me, Graham Norton is about to start, the furball has absconded to another room to watch gold medal ice-hockey or some shit, and I have a secret Tim Tam stash to inhale whilst I practice my plies.

Do any of you even like the Winter Olympics?

And who will win SYTYCD?