Brain Farts and Koalas

Well, as most of you probably don't know, a brain fart is as mind blank. Only because I'm one of those strange american kids, I say "brain fart". . .bloody yankee education system. . .My english teacher actually used that to try to make me feel better about a low mark I got on an english essay today "you are american and therefore you use a different way of writing" Agreed, but I thought I'd give her hell and call her racist a few times :) Any who, I couldn't think of something amazing to call this post but it's about Koalas, makes sense doesn't it? Well, it does to me :) And as far as I'm concerned that's the only opinion that matters. The other day, I relized how screwed I'm gonna be when I go back to Druango. Pretty much everything I just said is CHALK FULL of sarcasm. . .americans don't even know what that means. . .my mum thinks its a way to express anger, boy is she in for a shock when she rocks up here!! EVERYONE is sarcastic. And to us, its just a way to joke about something. Okay, enough rambeling. The other week I went over to Zoe's place, that's her and me in the photo, and released some koalas. Kangaroo Island, just off the coast near Adelaide, is overpopulated with Kangaroos and Koalas so instead of just killing them, they bring them to the mainland and let them free here. Zoe lives on a big property out near the bush, so they release Koalas there.

This is just one of them climbing up the tree as fast as they bloody can. They have just been de-sexed, held in capitivity, flown 800 Kilometers, then shaken out of a cage and stared at by a large crowd of baffeled Australian's (or austraicans (australian/american)).

I got to release the mother and baby koala. How bloody cool is that!! So I got to touch the baby, but mind you it was only a touch. These things have claws of death. But who's life goal isn't to touch a baby Koala??

On a slightly different note, a couple weeks ago, I went to a Rotary meeting in Mount Gambier. There was a GSE (Group Study Exchange) team from Canada/Washington state. The girl that is from Washington grew up in Aztec, 30 minutes from Durango, then lived in Durango for some time. Her brother is Dale Egal (not 100% sure on the first name) and he owns a recording studio that I have been to with Steve Dejka and I have actually met her brother. She's the tallest one in the photo. *singing* It's a small world after all. . .It's a small world after all. . .It's a small! Small! World!

And this, this is my shool photo. It's pretty bloody magical wouldn't ya say?? And the polo, ya gotta love the polo :) P.S. I'm growing my hair out. . .so I no longer have the fro

And finally, last Sunday, we had a fundraiser down in the town square for the Victorian Bushfires. I made doughnuts with my Rotary club for 7 bloody hours. Damn having a big heart :) Here we have Lorane (back, making up dough) and Murray (front, rolling finished doughnuts in cinnamon sugar) and me (middle, slaving away over the hot oil) :)