I love Bette Midler...
There, I said it.
Watching a classic Bette film tonight has reminded me of my love for her.
She sings, she dances, she's funny and I genuinely enjoy watching anything she's in or even hearing her sing.
She is an entertainment triple threat with fantastic pins!
One of my Mother's dear sister's remind me of Bette. Aunty Robyn also has that wonderful quick wit and red hair to boot, but she is genuine, and caring and the happiest person I know, everyone who knows her is better off for knowing her. Now i don't know if Bette makes other people feel that way, but i have a sneeking suspisiton she might.
So there, my secret is revealed. Ahhhh I can continue...
So tonight, thanks to two cans of Sothern Comfort, I am ranting about...
1. People who use our street, at all times of the day and night, as a racetrack shortcut. At the top of our street is an inersection with a main road and sets of lights. If the light on the main road is red, instead of waiting, people, lots of people, turn left into our street and drive half way down until the meduim strip of trees and a concrete barrier finishes, then do a U turn, go back up our street and turn right onto the main road again, continuing on with their trip without stopping. But instead of doing this in an orderly fashion, the speed down our street, do wheelies around the U turn and then speed back up our street. Sometimes so loud it wakes up our baby girl. It continually happens, possibly around 20-30 times a day and into the evening.
Stupid bogans and their stupid cars and their stupid right feet.
2. How boys, as a whole, are gross. Yes I love my fiance, and yes we can't live without them, but geez, couldn't they atleast be a little more refind, just a little. I'm not going to elaborate as to what brought me to rant about this, but lets just say it wasn't pretty.
3. Tele Movies about a world-as-we-know-it ending natural disaster.
Every character reprisents a side of the community and every side of people's individual character and emotion and how they would react in the situation.
I grew up with my father a main volunteer of our local S.E.S. Through this and his little obsession with the weather, I ended up aslo mildly enjoying it too, enough to want to join as a junior volunteer, but Dad left when I was 16, just as i was to join. He had put in 15 years of volunteering with the S.E.S and quite frankly i didn't want to join if he wasn't going to be there. I think I wanted to connect with my father in some way. Whilst so alike in so many ways, we really didn't know or understand each other at all....Daddy issues, clearly....
But, thats another rant...
SO, these tele movies, prey on the "what if's" of the world. And whilst i think the'yre pretty lame and TOTALLY predictable, I get sucked in so easily. It's like a VPL on someone on the larger end of the scale....its awful but you can't look away. Oh and there's always atleast one C grade actor as a main character to try and give it credability.
4. Forgetting to brush your teeth and only realising it hours and hours later when your teeth are furry.
Hmmm thats about it for the night i think....??
I'm going to brush my teeth in the ad break, i dont want to miss finding out who lives and wether or not they get the big flood gates closed in time to save London from more flooding from the torrential rain.
Ciao, Ciao xx


































