Well…I am sick with the flu! No, I’m not trying to gain your
sympathy or ‘well wishes’, but to explain why I have been on a television and
movie feeding frenzy! At first, body aches were so bad, all I could do was cuddle
up with my heating pad in bed or in my recliner (yes, I have one of those!) and
sleep the day away while wishing my mom was here. Seems, it doesn’t matter how
old you are, when you’re sick, you still wish you had your mother to take care
of you!As the sick days passed by and my body aches began to subside, I realized I needed something to do to entertain myself while I lay in my recliner for days. Funny, this is something so many working people dream of…laying around the house with absolutely nothing to do for days, but to tell you the truth…it gets quite boring and makes me long for the days of going out for a dreaded dental appointment…at least I’d be getting out of the house!
Anyway, there I sat with absolutely nothing to do, except
blow my nose so much that I was creating an enormous mountain of Kleenex that
would give Mt. Everest a run for its’ money! So in my boredom, I decided to
look through my PVR (in the U.S.
it’s a DVR…in Australia
it’s a PVR) for movies and T.V. shows I recorded but have never watched.  |
| This is an example of what you'll find on my Facebook page |
As I proceeded through ‘East of Eden’ starring James Dean and ‘Secretariat’ (a movie I really wanted to see in the theaters when it came out, but never got a chance to), I eventually made my way to ‘Bridget Jones’s Diary’. Yes, I’m probably the only one in the world who hasn’t seen it! And what a perfect day to do so, while laying around sick looking like Bridget did in the opening segment of the movie. All I needed was the soundtrack to “All By Myself” and I could have recreated the scene in my living room!
So as I was watching this adorable movie, I kept hearing familiar
‘Australian’ words such as ‘full stop’ and ‘barrister’. Not to mention the fact
that they ate ‘beet root’ and anything curried. They even celebrated Christmas
with paper crowns from ‘poppers’ (you’re lucky if you get the gold crown!) As
the movie continued, I began to see so many similarities of my life here in Australia
when it dawned on me…I had been right all along! I hurriedly got up…well…maybe
more like stammered in my weakened condition and hollered up the stairs toward
my husband in my, squeaky, frog-like tones, “Honey!”
My dear, sweet husband, out of sight in his man cave
upstairs, raised his head from his Saturday morning, newspaper-reading ritual
and responded, “Yeeeeees,” his deep voice resonating from above.
“I’ve been right all along…you really ARE a Pom!” (This is
what Australians call someone from England.) It’s probably good to
know at this point that to call an Australian a Brit is a form of insult. Not
that being British is bad, but they don’t like to be called anything than what
they are…Australian!
To appreciate my comment, you need to understand that my husband
and I have had long-running banters between us, teasing each other incessantly about
how we say things, our accents and the different words we use, (hence my 'Yank In Australia' Facebook page with the 'Aussie Word of the Day'). One of the
things I tease him about is his accent. It’s not a round Aussie accent that
you’d hear from Paul Hogan when he tells us he'll throw another shrimp on the barbie. No…my husband’s Australian
accent is a little more refined than that…rather British sounding, I think.
Could it be because Adelaide
was founded by the British? Maybe. Of course, my husband always argues that he sounds Australian and that I'm crazy...well, maybe... but if it looks like a duck, swims like a duck and quacks like a duck then...I'll let you decide!
So now, here I am, 6 days into my flu with no end in sight,
looking as lovely as Bridget Jones in her Christmas-red, penguin flannel pajamas.
I think I need to Youtube All By Myself. I feel a lip sync coming on!