I am very familiar with a number of childrens movies (I know, go figure right. Who would have thought with 5 young children and all!) I usually enjoy them but if we are ever stuck for a movie on a Friday night the Lion King will get some air play.
The Lion King would be my all time favourite Disney movie. I remember the first time I ever watched it - I was 17 and I watched it with the lad who became my husband. I loved the soundtrack - I still enjoy belting out the tunes and all of my children are very familiar with the Lion King movie and soundtrack. There are many movie references made in my house ('I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts', 'Whats a motto? Nothing, whats a motto with you?' 'Mufasa,ohhhhh, Mufasa ohhhh say it again mufasa OHHHHH! are a couple of favourites! We have it in 3D at home - and the visuals are amazing. The story line is intriguing and in my opinion Nala is the strongest character, although I quite like Zazoo (the Kings major dodo). I like that a female character is strong and independent (Pinned ya, pinned ya again!)
I am very familiar with a number of childrens movies (I know, go figure right. Who would have thought with 5 young children and all!) I usually enjoy them but if we are ever stuck for a movie on a Friday night the Lion King will get some air play.
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Beep, beep, beep, beep. Stupid alarm beeping in my dreams, rudely awakening me as I was about to take a half court three pointer to win the grand final. I am now not in a good mood, is this an omen for my entire day? I stumble out of bed, bleary eyed to see what magnificent cereal selection my mum has bought this week. She is always buying the cereal on special and taadaa, this weeks special is Honey Buzz Pops. Gross. I ditch my cereal, pop some bread in the toaster and read the back of the box. Cool, a shrinkie is inside the cereal somewhere. What is a shrinky I hear you ask. Clearly they are only put in the really good cereal boxes. They are usually a piece of plastic with some random character on it. I search the box, can't find it. I decide the cereal is terrible anyway and tip it into the sink. Eureka! There it is, the plastic melty, shrinky thing that amazes children everywhere! And today . . . a dragon. It is actually pretty cute. I reckon that my little sister will love it as a charm for her latest loom band craze. I turn on the oven, 210º (pretty hot huh), throw the shrinky on a tray, wolf down my toast and hit the shower. Ohhhh, that feels good. The hot water is massaging my shoulders and I can feel the discontentment washing away, Steam fills the shower and I feel, well, better. I like being cocooned in the warm mist. It is like nothing else exists but me and sometimes that is nice. My life can be pretty cray cray, if you know what I mean. Silly twin sisters, an annoying brother, an ignore at all costs Stepfather and my loopy lah-lah mother. Yep welcome to my world. Clearly I have been in the shower long enough - there, knock, is, knock, repetitive, knock, knocking, knock, to, knock, prove, knock, my, knock, point, knock (annoying right?!). Okay, okay. I leave my steam filled haven much to the delight of the twins who barrel in, knocking me sideways in their enthusiasm to get nude. Way too much energy for this time of day those two have. Ugh! What to wear? I so hate these casual dress days. Clothes on, clothes off. Dress, pants, skirt . . . too many options clearly and I don't know what to wear. My clothes dilemma consuming my mind until I smell something weird. What is that smell? I call the girls, no answer. I guess there is nothing strange about that. It is probably my brother, lord knows that he stinks. Except he left early to deliver the pamphlets. Damn, I guess I will need to follow my nose. In my haste to follow my nose, I stagger out whilst dragging my jeans up over my hips, and to be honest I don’t quite understand those girls that can pull it all together right from the get go and never look clumsy. I am clumsy. Anyway, following my nose . . . which lead me right back to the kitchen. Nothing out of the ordinary in here either, but the smell is definitely coming from the oven. Oh dear, mum is going to be soooo cranky with me. I must have turned the oven up too high. The glass on the oven has blackened so I can’t even see in. Far out! The strange smell increased with every step I took towards the oven, and orange (?!) smoke was seeping out of the sides. I don’t want to look. Mum loves to cook and I have broken the oven, all for a stupid shrinky thing. Seriously, can my day get any worse? I approached the oven with trepidation, I sensed that the worst was yet to come. I so hate that foreboding feeling, I am unable to move. Oh God, I have to look. Okay. i can do this. Breathe. In, out. Step one foot in front of the other. Repeat. Reach out and grasp the door. Whoa, hot! I can not open that without a towel. Luckily there is one on the bench and before I can let my fear overwhelm me I snatch the towel and open the oven. Well that is very strange, a funny orange haze and a pungent smell. Oh God, what if I read that whole shrinky thing wrong? I opened the door all the way, what on earth is going on? |
Kirsty AllanA Prep to Year 12 teacher currently teaching 7 English & Humanities, 9 English & VCAL Literacy. Hopefully inspiring my students to write!! Archives
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