Showing posts with label Being Australian. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Being Australian. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Jingle Bells in a Sizzling Wonderland.






(sang to the tune of Jingle Bells)


Dashing through the bush


In a rusty Holden Ute
Kicking up the dust
Esky in the boot
Kelpie by my side
Singing Christmas songs
It's summer time and I am in
My singlet, shorts and thongs



CHORUS:



OH, JINGLE BELLS, JINGLE BELLS
JINGLE ALL THE WAY
CHRISTMAS IN AUSTRALIA
ON A SCORCHING SUMMER'S DAY
JINGLE BELLS, JINGLE BELLS
CHRISTMAS TIME IS BEAUT
OH WHAT FUN IT IS TO RIDE
IN A RUSTY HOLDEN UTE


Engine's getting hot


Dodge the kangaroos
Swaggy climbs aboard
He is welcome too
All the family is there
Sitting by the pool
Christmas day, the Aussie way
By the barbecue!



CHORUS


Come the afternoon


Grandpa has a doze
The kids and uncle Bruce
Are swimming in their clothes
The time comes round to go
We take a family snap
Then pack the car and all shoot through
Before the washing up


Translations:

Holden Ute= Aussie car/pick up truck
Boot= trunk of car
Kelpie= breed of Australian Cattle dog
Thongs= flip flops
Swaggy= drifter
Doze= sleep/nap
Family snap= family photo
shoot through= leave quickly
Beaut= great
Esky= ice box
[For those who didn't know from one of my last posts a 'boomer' is a Kangaroo.]


What about you? Got any local carols to share to put us all in the Christmas Spirit?
My boys LOVE this one! :)

Monday, December 7, 2009

Where Santa Surfs!


Top ten signs it is Christmas Down Under:

1. Snow is predicted for the next annual migration of flying pigs. So instead you spray paint snow flakes and frost on your windows. (True! You can buy the 'Frost Paint' in spray cans!)

2. If it cannot be cooked on a BBQ you don't buy it. Who wants to be stuck in a hot kitchen?

3. Night time is for cursing the fact that you didn't buy the house with the air conditioning system and hating you neighbour for having one. Alternatively you can toss and turn under the sweaty sheets or have a midnight shower every two-three hours. Whatever. You wont be sleeping peacefully again until June.

4. The bitumen roads have liquefied. Car tyres have melted. It is too hot to do anything. Even the dog agrees.

5. The cricket is the only thing on TV. No self respecting Aussie male would be caught dead not knowing all the cricket scores.

6. You hang out at the shops because at least they have air conditioning.

7. You go to the movies because at least they have air conditioning.

8. You decide where to have Christmas Day based on whose house has air conditioning and how high they are prepared to crank it. This is a very serious discussion. Lives are at stake!

9. You've decorated the Gum tree and hung tinsel off the palm. But the Christmas tree inside is fake and fantastic. Anything not tapped into a water supply would wilt in 10 seconds. Wilting Christmas is not your idea of lovely.

10. You pity the guy in the Santa suit. Even if he is in air conditioning. No amount of mechanical cooling can help someone in boots, thick red fabric from wrist to ankle and dozens of children clambering onto his lap.
Smile... Poor, poor guy...

Oh, and one more for my Aussie mates...

11. You know what '10 White Boomers' are and you sing it loud and you sing it proud :)


What about you? How would I know it was Christmas where you live?


[AND in important news we just bought a HOUSE!!!! We move in on the 23rd of December! Oh. My. What. Were. We. Thinking!
AND with Christmas and house packing and school holidays... I will be reducing postings to Monday, Wednesday and Friday... and growing grey hairs... or pulling them out...]


Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Whatcha Yakking On About?


G'day mates (Hello everyone),

Feel like a cuppa (cup of tea) and a chinwag (chat/talk)? I'll chuck (put) the jug (kettle) on then and get out the bikkies ('correct' term for cookies). Here's some we have left over from Chrissy (Christmas)...no they are probably a bit on the nose (off/not edible). If you stick around for a yak (talk/chat) and don't mind the little ankle bitters (children) running around... oh and don't mind the front room. It looks a bit like the dog's breakfast (a bit of a mess), and I see one of my rug rats (children) have left their daks (shorts) on the floor again.... I'll throw some shrimp on the barbie(BBQ) for lunch in a tic (shortly/in a little while). Sound good? So, let's kick back and have a yabber about all the wonderful atrocities us Aussies commit when we open our mouths to shoot the breeze (chat).

It's been donkeys years (a long time) since the Brits (English) were here tryin' to promote some proper English, my own mother put a fair amount of elbow grease (effort) into makin' sure I was intelligible, but I am the first generation born Australian in my family and felt that it was my duty to Queen and country to be as true blue (real) as we Aussie's come.

Then today Fiction Groupie posted about slang words on her blog and that just dead set (for real/completely) egged me on (encouraged me) to write this. I kid you not (I'm telling the truth) when I say that no one here actually uses this many slang words in one paragraph... well, maybe they do out back (in the country) I dunno. ( I don't know). I'm iffy (not sure) about that... yeah, you get the picture....

Well, I'm pretty chuffed (happy) that you managed to read this far down without chucking a wobbly (throwing a fit) at all my wonderful examples of Australian slang. We are actually a pretty nice bunch of blokes and sheilas (guys and girls). And you would more than likely be able to figure out what we were on about. Oh, if we say we are going to shout you some Macca's (McDaonalds) we didn't just threaten to do something nasty to you. I once told my American buddy that I'd shout her lunch and she asked why I was going to shout at her. Fair enough. We mean we are going to pay for you to have lunch with us. But if you want fries with ketchup when you get there, you are going to have to ask for chips and sauce. Nah, we watch enough American sitcoms to understand what fries are. But no one says ketchup here. It's just...wrong.

And if you get here and hit the local pub don't ask for Foster's beer. That's the crap we export. Try VB (Victorian Bitter) or a XXXX (self explanatory?) instead. Oh, and 'empties' are what you have when those amber gold babies are drained. (when you have finished drinking your beer the bottle will be empty- yeah?)

Okay, I think I have this post in the bag (have this one nicely tied up and finished) . I think I have waffled on (rambled on/chatted on) long enough. You look zonked (tired). I'm gonna make tracks (leave) and hit the sac (go the bed).


So, your turn. Fire away. What slang is local to your neck of the woods? (Um, do I need to translate this? ... Got any local slang to share?)

See ya later. (Not literally. We never actually mean we are going to catch up with you at anytime in the near future. We just mean, 'goodbye'.)

Ta for the visit. (Thanks for the visit)

PS- Gary Corby, no laughing. You know you use these words... go on... I know you do! :)
PSS- I do here by solemnly swear never to be so in your face 'Aussie' ever again :))