There was a little girl, Who had a little curl, Right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good, She was very very good, But when she was bad she was horrid.

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Babies & All That Jazz...

So much stuff has been happening since my last post if I were to blog it all I think it would bring the entire inteweb down so I will just paraphrase.

James's sister finally had a gorgeous little baby girl making James a first time Aunt. We hung around the hospital for most of Saturday on official coffee and snack retrieval duty, catching up on some much needed tabloid reading in the waiting room for the better part of 9 hours. At 9:11 beautiful little Caitlin Jade was born :: yay! Generally being around baby's makes me clucky, they're just so gosh darned cute however witnessing a mere 5 minutes of what was a 12+ hour labour on Saturday only reinforced my decision to import future children from Cambodia. Mothers farking rock! I don't know how many women have such amazing strength to go through something like that!

I likened it to a roller coaster ride. Going up that first huge ramp is kind of exciting and you know its going to be a thrilling ride but always towards the top I completely shit myself wanting to get off and hating my bastard boyfriend for convincing me to get on in the first place. Its too late to get off however and the only way to get to the end is to go through it. EEEEEP! So you do. And it is scarey. And horrible. But always in the end it is 100% worth it. And then you want to do it again. Madness. I like my analogy.

We spent Sunday in the Woomb for Mothers Day. We arrived at 12:30pm on Saturday night, ninjas! Considering my new perception of motherhood from the day before I had a really great time with my family. Particularly my Mum and my Aunts. My Mum and my sisters are very close, they all live within 5 minutes drive of each other and as crazy as they are are three of them most loving, caring and giving people in the world. They are like the Ya Ya Sisterhood or something. I am a very lucky girl though I think James is terrified that when I get older I am going to become exactly like them, I don't think that is such a bad thing.

Splendour tickets went on sale yesterday. Tato was a trooper, spending 4 hours straight continuously trying to get through on their shitty internet booking system. I tried continously for 1 hour to get through on the phone. At last we got our tickets. We didn't get camping tickets though. WE had intended to book into the camp ground accross the road where we stayed last year. Once we secured our tickets I rang up to book but they were all filled up as was almost every other single camp ground in town. REDICULOUS! I was irate and ready to refund my ticket only a few hours after buying it. We eventually got a booking at the Art Factory
which looks great.

I am still peeved that they have expanded the festival to accommodate several thousands more this year yet the town itself cannot support that many people!! To me Byron Bay (& Splendour) is about that laid back hippie attitude, relaxing, love, peace, harmony, whatever. I was sucked in bad. Splendour is just the same corporate money making bullshit that you find everywhere. They are infact exploiting the 70's hippie ideal to make money and I really resent that. In the late 60's/early 70's festivals were being gate crashed by thousands of protestors all demanding they should be free and music belonged to noone. Promoters were left with no choice but to bring down barriers and let hundreds of thousands of happy hippies listen to the likes of Jimi Hendrix, Cream, Janis Joplin, the Rolling Stones, Santana, The Who, Dylan and Jefferson Airplane for free. I do not support the idea that music should be free, I believe musicians need to be rewarded for their hard work. I do, however, think this would be an amazingly ironic and perfect twist to execute on the corporate arseholes filling their pockets from Splendour.

If I stood by my morals I would make a personal boycott, I really want to go though. I guess this just makes me as bad as them. Oh well.

At the moment I am carving out stancils for another spectacular Nicole Lee original to hang on the wall. My blades are blunt and the card is too think so my fingers are really sore. I will post a picute of my piece when it is done.

I really want to get some more tattoos. Maybe next weekend. We'll see.

Peace Out Homies!

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