Getin’ Our Aussie On

Hey ya Rippers*, what did you do for Australia Day? Yep, the lovely land down under has it’s own day. Though were anyone to actually consult Moi on such matters of state, I’d have informed them that a day simply could never cover it. Days? No. Weeks? Maybe. Years? I’d give it a burl*.  I’ve always had a fascination with Australia. It holds an almost mystical sway over me.

In 92′ -while I was living in Spain- the Spanish town of Sevilla (as in The Barber of) played host to the World Expo. It was a sweltering Spanish summer. The place was over crowded and many of the exhibits -including the American one- were just so-so. Then we set foot “in” Australia and…

I. Was. Home.

So a few weeks ago when the National Aquarium invited the ankle-biters*, The DH and I to accompany the Honorable Kim Beazley Australian Ambassador to the United States, on a tour of their Animal Planet  Australia: Wild Extremes exhibit, I was IN!

The Lil Nuggets and I started by playing a little game I came up with called, Is It Aussie?  What a BLAST! Want to stump your kids -even the know-it-all teens and tweens- play a little of this game. If they can name at least 5 of the animals they win. They can’t? YOU WIN!

We elected Lil Nugget #4 as our emissary

She might not have been the best choice for an impartial diplomat considering that the moment he bent down to remove a worm from her path (and feed it to the bird for which it was intended) she became smitten. The Ambassador made the mistake of telling her she should come visit Australia. Not that we wouldn’t love that, but in the mind of a five year old that means it’s a done deal. Of course this has resulted in hourly, “Are we going to Australia this weekend?”, chants. Looks like we’re saving up those airline miles 😉

Do you speak Aussie?

Cocky: A Cockatoo, which I had no clue was an Aussie bird!

*Ripper:  Someone, or something, really good. Naturally that doesn’t apply to, Jack The.

*Ankle-Biters: Small kids. Here we speak the same language!

*Give it a Burl: Or as we’d say.. give it a go.

Who wouldn’t want to go visit a country with so many terms for hooch?!

Schooner: Big glass of beer

Sherbert: Beer

Neck Oil: You guessed it.. BEER!

The whole crew had a blast, were way impressed with the aquarium and honored to spend the day with Ambassador Beazley and his wonderful wife Susie.

The Mulga mail has it that I might be roused at sparrow fart tomorrow. So it’s a cuppa, bikie and bed for me. (translation: Rumor has it I might be up at the crack of dawn tomorrow. So it’s tea, a cookie and bed for me.)

As they say, there is nothing like Australia!





5 thoughts on “Getin’ Our Aussie On”

  1. I think when they come up with some ‘Aussie slang’ they go way, way, way out back of bourke and find the local bushie and jot down everything he says ha ha, because even this born and bred Aussie hasn’t heard of a couple of these terms :). Although I do love a good yarn over afternoon tea with a bikkie and cuppa.

    1. How did I NOT know you were an Aussie?! Okay this calls for a Schooner and some girl time. Oh and I have this nifty book on how to speak “Australian” so we can understand each other 🙂

  2. In the previous century me and my draft-dodger allies sought asylum down under but soon realized that your beloved land had a similar forced conscription law which caused us to consider a more peaceful minded country in which to relocate. Cheers from the Land of the Midnight Sun.

  3. LOVE it! Thanks so much for joining me in our lovely Australia exhibit! So great to see you and the family – hope they had a great time and learned a lot!

    I definitely want to play more of that game! 🙂

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