Monday, 29 June 2009


I was reading an article on Little Women, and someone made this awesome comment:

"I made the grave mistake of seeing the movie (hey, I was ten!) before reading the book. Now, the theater of my overactive book-illustrating imagination is always in a tither over why that shoplifting woman broke up with Batman. Sigh."


Simon & Garfunkel

I went to the S&G concert on Thursday. Honestly, it was one of best nights of my life so far. It was fantastic!

I had spent so much money on tickets that I went in there thinking, "I better come out bathed in their spit." Well, my seat wasn't that close, but it was close. Right in the middle too. Probably the best row to be in out of the whole house.

It was interesting hearing about how they met, and about some of the stories behind their songs (like The Only Living Boy In New York). They played the usual hits, which didn't include many of my absolute favourites (I like the most obscure song on each album the best, just to be difficult).

They met when they were 11, in 6th grade. They were in the same production of Alice in Wonderland. Garfunkel was the Cheshire Cat, which he said, "I like to think of it as the Second Lead" and Paul Simon was the White Rabbit. Garfunkel said, "I followed the White Rabbit down the Rabbit Hole and I've been following him ever since."

Paul Simon said of the exerience, "If anyone had told me, when I was 11, that this other kid you just met and you were going to write songs together that would be famous, and people would still be listening to you, all over the world, including in Melbourne, Australia (requist cheer from the crowd) for more than 50 years, I would of been, like, SO? Because that's how you are when you're eleven."

They missed out on the drum beat in The Boxer, which was a real pity. (I can't find a version with the drum beats - so buy their CDs!) Adam described the missing drumbeat in his usual graphic language, as hitting you somewhere it would really hurt for a guy. It's an awesome song, but the missing drums was indeed very sad.

Fridays performance. I had way better seats than this poor person.

I've added about 7 CDs to my amazon cart (a variety of their post-break-up CDs) plus bought another S&G at JBs, and also an Everly Brothers CD, because they "completely inspired" S&G. Apparently they also inspired the Beatles, so I was completely sold. They sang Bye Bye Love, All I Have To Do Is Dream, and Wake Up Little Susie.

They've moved on to where-ever they are going next, so all you Melbournites have missed out, because they're going to DIE before they get back together again. And they certainly aint coming back to Oz. You missed out. I'd be sad for you, but I'm too busy listening to my S&G CDs to think about anything except the music.

Sunday, 28 June 2009

Something Traumatic

I got my hair cut. It looks quite nice. Church people have mostly seen (or at least had the opportunity to see it) and school friends will have the chance tomorrow.

It was really funny, because Joab saw me, and asked if something traumatic happened.


"Apparently when girls make big changes in their hair when something traumatic happens."

"Nothing traumatic happened, it was just an annoying length."

Two minutes later, a bolt of blue came streaming towards me. "Your HAIR!" the bolt said in a distraught voice.

"I cut it," I told Shaun.

"I like LONG hair. Why did you do this to me? Why? Why?" And he collapsed on the ground, ala Charlton Heston in Planet of the Apes.

I guess there was trauma involved for someone.

Thursday, 25 June 2009

Heart Update

My results were in yesterday, but I've also been sick (killer cold of doom) that I'm only just posting about it now.

I have a flow murmur, which is the minor one. I am also slightly low on iron, and the doctor thinks that the combination of the heart, the lungs and the low iron levels are causing my inability to breathe, especially at night.

Thank you to all the people who have been supporting me and praying for me during this stressful time!

Wednesday, 17 June 2009

Please Pray

Long story short:

I went to the dr for my lungs because I can't sleep.

Turns out my lungs are doing great, considering.

I do, however, have a heart murmur.

Of course, I was heart broken (pun intended).

Please pray that this is the problem regarding my breathless state, and that there isn't another issue, that the problem can be easily corrected and will not affect my ability to have kids.

My tests are tomorrow (Thurs) at 11AM. Don't know how long they will take, but will update accordingly.

Saturday, 13 June 2009

Hoang's Performance

My friend Hoang in Australia, and he's doing a few performances. This guy is AWESOME on the piano. Seriously, he makes Ian Song look like he's playing with bananas as fingers. He's won about a bazillion prizes etc. National prizes, that is.

He's performing on Sat 11th of June, at 7:30PM.
Tickets are $25 for adult, $15 for students. These are A-Reserve seats, and are only available through me (well, through Hoang really).

Let me know in the comments so I can get back to Hoang.

Thursday, 11 June 2009

Sam's Man Criteria

Certain people are now on the prowl. No, not me. Some people are busy looking for a man FOR ME. So, Kal etc, here is my updated criteria list:

- Christian, and more spiritually mature than I am (not hard)
- Wants LOTS of children (preferably Quiverful)
- Not able to be bossed about by me; he has to wear the pants
- Wants to adopt internationally and / or foster children
- Willing to homeschool

Pretty Important:
- Tall and not-a-stick
- Can eat a WHOLE LOT of my cooking
- Can sing mostly in tune
- Employed / Employable. Student = okay, as long as he's not taking 10 years to get an arts degree
- Between ages of 23 and 30

Would Be Nice
- Loves to read
- Funny
- Awesome personality (to quote Kal - "personality is important. It's what's going to keep you from killing them, and me from killing myself.")
- Able to dance and will dance with me to random music
- Supplies me with the essentials - chocolate and tea

Now Kallie etc - get to work

Thanks Mum

My Mum wants me to move to Portarlington. She's really keen on it. On the way up she kept on pointing out things she thought I would like. Why she did this I don't know, as I was 3/4 asleep and 1/4 grumpy due to intense lack of sleep.

It got worse.

She then started out pointing out all the different churches. "There's even a bunch of your loopy 'born-again' types here Samantha. You could go to that church". That's how I knew Mum was very serious. She thinks born-agains are a CULT. They do cult-like things like read the Bible, and go to church, and pray, and cult-like things like that.

It then got funny.

She started to go on about the virtues of the boys. "Lovely Celtic boys. They'll look good in a kilt and they'll go dancing with you." (Scottish dancing that is.)

I raised my eyebrows. It got better.

"They're lovely Celtic boys. Farmers and agrian boys. The type who'll give you a massive bunch of children, will beat you around a bit, and then go to church on Sunday." She paused, and then said, "That is what you need in a man."

Tuesday, 9 June 2009

Harping On

For Joab

See what happens when I have a Sunday without Joab:

This is the second lot of strawberries I ate.

I started getting an allergic reaction at the third lot of strawberries. So I went to a singing workshop. When it was over, I checked in the mirror - swollen lips, no hives. Time for more strawberries!

I ate 16 strawberries. They tasted GGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDD.

For Kal

Friday, 5 June 2009

Not At Church This Sunday

Because I will be at the Portarlington Celtic Festival!

My whole family is going, 'cause my Dad lives in Portarlington. Apparently the whole place books out months before hand.

So I'm going to be doing a whole lot of Scottish, Irish, andd probably some Brettony dancing, listen to a whole lot of music, poetry, and maybe even start learning Gaelic (on my list of languages to learn - my Mum speaks Gaelic (Scotish version) the way I speak German - mostly forgotten). I won't learn to play the Bagpipes - thats for BOYS!

So if you have a birthdy present for me, don't bring it to church this week, but save it for next week. I won't be at Touching Heaven, so don't bring it then either. Next Sunday.

And if you don't yet have a present for me, this gives you an extra week to buy me one. And just so as you know, you're competing with the Beatles and a breadmaker. ;p

Thursday, 4 June 2009

He Who Shall Not Be Named

He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named is a boy Kal and I know, who may read this blog. Indeed, much of this blog may be dedicated to teasing him. What he doesn't know, is that our (Kal's and mine) conversations are in fact far, far worse. He doesn't even know where he stands on the Haison scale. In fact, he doesn't know what the Haison scale is! And he got three seperate analyses from me alone!

The thing is, every time Kal mentions He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, something BAD happens to her. I appear to have immunity from this disease, but BAD stuff happens to Kal.

Poor Kal. We blame He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named. Just like we always do.

Tuesday, 2 June 2009

25 Sam Facts

In honor of my 25th birthday (yesterday - 1st of June) here are 25 little known facts about me.

1. My chest voice and my head voice sound like two completely different people. Both sing nicely, but they sound very different.
2. I find it disturbing when the atomically correct dolls in the home corner are not wearing clothes. Non-atomically correct dolls can go naked for all I care.
3. My grandfather has the same birthday as me. It wasn't a nice present, he was dead.
4. I can drink straight lemon juice and find it tasty.
5. My favourite style of painting is probably impressionism.
6. I didn't ALWAYS want 2 kids. Once I only wanted between 4 and 6. But the longer I remain single, the higher the numbers go. What can I say? I like a challenge.
7. I almost never order tea when I'm eating out - I can't justify the money for a tea-bag and some water.
8. I worte 6 novels in high school. They are never leaving my computer.
9. As a teenager I was worried about the size of my thighs. Now that I'm an adult, I worry about my stomache and my high-byes as well.
10. I topped one subject at uni. Renaissance Literature
11. I spent all my prize money on one book. I read the book once, and before I bought it. It's a glorious book though.
12. If I ever do honours, I'll write on how Shakespeare is interpreted into ballet.
13. Once I gave up black tea for a whole year. I staarted drinking it again when I did my teaching rounds, and there was no green tea in the staff room.
14. My favourite movie is The Princess Bride. "As you wish" has to be one of the most romantic lines ever.
15. Our TV doesn't work. Mostly I don't miss it - we just use it to watch DVDs.
16. The dairy product I like least is milk.
17. The only allergy food I willingly consume is strawberries. That's because strawberries are delicious.
18. My favourite sandwich is light rye sourdough with cream cheese and cucumber.
19. I lived for a year on little more than homemade soup and free bread.
20. I have sang at an audience for the Pope, and for the crown prince of Thailand. I found both these occasions boring.
21. I wear make-up almost every day. If you can't tell I have eye-lashes, it's a day off.
22. I have this week half off work. I seem to be doing more than I normally do, and consequently, I'm already wrecked.
23. The opera that I loved the one time I saw it was The Flying Dutchman, by Wagner (I think).
24. I am able to kill almost every plant I come into contact with.
25. My nic-names include Sammyantha, Samuri, and Sammy-Sammy, and Hammy.

Monday, 1 June 2009

The Hero and the Cockroach

In our house, we have 3 heroes. Stephan, Jean-Marc, and some guy called Y. They helped us move.

Anyways, on Sat Stephan was over, and he and Kal went through Kal's music collection, because the Rebel's music sucks. And Stephen saw something moving.

"Is that a bug?"

Kal got all excited, and hurried over to her base to capture this speciman of buggy-delight. Only to let out a shriek of horror - "It's a COCKROACH!"

The Rebel rushed in, only to be useless in an emergency. I am normally to cockroach remover, but I was doing the washing up, and so was out of action.

And then, the hero came to the rescue.

He picked out the roach (with his bare hands - gross!) and took it outside and smooshed it.

Stephan is AWESOME.