Well, that was exhausting... buying tickets for the Sydney Swans vs Geelong final series game for Friday night. You would think it would be a fairly simple exercise... get on-line, hit a few keys, put in your cc details and bob's your uncle. Well, nothing is that simple in the deep kick girl universe. My dear hubby J is about as obsessed with AFL and Rugby League as I am with our adoption (compare and contrast the level of life priority...). Ever since last Friday's devestating events (i.e. the Swans loosing to the Eagles, see more later) the big J has been devising and scheming ways for us to get tickets to this Friday night's game at the Sydney Cricket Ground. He had even managed to find a friend at work who is "best friends with the Chairman of the Geelong Football Club" and could get us tickets if all else failed.

My plan was simpler... get onto the Ticketek website and buy the tickets. It seemed like a simple plan. This is where it all went wrong. The website said this morning tickets would be on sale from 12:00 noon. Jason rang at 10:30 am to say he had a friend who worked at Ticketek (never heard of this friend) who said they would really be on sale from 11:00 am. So I start looking and refreshing from 11:00 am. Guess what? Nothing doing. Finally after a tedious hour of pointless refreshing the screen changes at noon, but, guess what... The dimwits at Ticketek forgot to include the "BUY NOW" button. I wouldn't presume to tell the techno nerds how to do their "job" but wouldn't you think a "BUY NOW" button would be a fairly obvious inclusion on a page where people like to... well... buy tickets!

So picture the scene... I'm on my PC, refreshing the Ticketek page (assuming that someone at TT will get their finger out of their bum and realise something isn't quite right), I'm hitting re-dial over and over on my phone... my sister is on the PC and phone next to me doing the exact same thing. Amongst this maddness we are trying to eat our bbq chicken and chips for lunch. The noise is horrendous and the action is chaotic. With my third arm I ring J and tell him to high-tail it to the nearest TT outlet in the city so he can purchase the tickets face to face. Then, miracle of miracles, at 12:25 pm, the TT geniuses come back from their coffee break and figure out the "BUY NOW" button problem. It appears, as if by magic, on my screen and within a few seconds tickets are found and purchased, the swearing, redialling and frantic keyboard punching stops. Calm returns to the office.

The need for this chaos began last Friday night, a night we were looking forward to with great excitement and a certain feeling of confidence. The Swans were going to kick some serious Eagle bottom over in WA, the state that time forgot. Well, it wasn't to be. Though it was a brilliant game, it was not a fine example of the running game I love but a great example of the physical, defensive, lay-your-body-on-the-line game which really gets the adrenalin going, the Swans lost by 4 points. It was terrible... it took years off my life. That fourth quarter was nearly unbearable. It made me question the wisdom of watching this game for relaxation (after all, isn't relaxation supposed to make you feel "good" and not like you've been run over by a herd of rhinos?). Even my darling Will stayed up until the end of the third quarter, at one point throwing himself down on the bed with a dismayed whisper of "oh, Swannies!".

Sunday morning we awoke with that feeling of "I really hope that was just a bad dream" but soon realised it wasn't. The horrific reality began to settle in. Luckily we had a lunch date with our friends T and R and their three wonderful kids. On the way we stopped at our friend's M's new clothing shop and burned a considerable hole in the battle weary credit card. It was a fun day with our friends, topped off with J being asked to be the "godfather" to T and R's youngest boy, J. As they explained they can have one non-religious godparent as long as the other one is religious, which is a lucky loophole for heathens like ourselves. It was lovely of them to ask and J is feeling very honoured.

Sunday was Father's Day and I was up early preparing for lunch. I even gave our dear moppet dog Mia a bath (which always makes me feel somewhat righteous because I don't do it anywhere near as often as I should). Lunch was the usual somewhat enjoyable, somewhat excruciating family meal. After everyone went home I did some more "righteous" work and filed a whole pile of paperwork and got out tax stuff to get ready for the accountant. My halo was absolutely sparkly.

Then my friend C and I went for a girly afternoon coffee and movie. We used to do it fairly regularly but lately haven't had the time, so it was nice. Unfortunately our choice of movie was piss weak, even on the girly movie side of things. We saw "PS" and I have to say it was the emotional equivalent of watching paint dry. It wasn't "bad", it wasn't funny, it was just nothing. The basic premise is lonley 39 year old university administrator Louise comes across a young student F. Scott (that drove me round the bend... F. Scott?... what the *&#$... how can you say that with a straight face? you try it...). He happens to be the spitting image of her teenage, ex-boyfriend who died in a car accident at 17. The ex-bf was an artist, the young kid is an artist, they have the same name (except for the ridiculous "F."). Bonking ensues, allegedly meaningful conversations abound. Then there's the bassethound eyed, sex-addict ex-husband, the slutty, "bad girl" best friend (with friends like these...), the ex-addict, now reformed brother. A textbook motley crew of "interesting" characters who really weren't that interesting. That was an hour and a half of my life that I'll never get back.