I can already see the assimilation of my husband into Aussie culture. Remember that's Aussie like the Osbournes. Anyway, he has already begun to say the quintessentially Australian "yeh", as in yes. Its not "yeah", its yeh. Pretend you are Crocodile Dundee and say yeah. You've probably got it. Its terribly infectious. I asked him the other day if he thought he'd like tacos for dinner and he answered very aussie like "yeh" and immediately looked alarmed because he couldn't beleive what he'd just said. And then the footy!! Footy is Australian Rules Football and there is no such craziness like it that I have ever seen. Esteban watched about an hour of it the other day and I am afraid he's hooked. But then again, how can one not be? It's really entertaining to watch. Let me try to describe it like this...Say you took the Steelers and put them on a soccer field with the Giants, but without their uniforms. Then you gave them a football but told them to play soccer with it. You know they might try to play soccer but would end up kicking and passing 'cause thats what they do best. Then you virtually take away any penalties,say for, punching opponents on the field or similar acts of aggression. Oh and you have to have someone stand just off camera and blow the whistle incessantly and sporadically but have it mean seemingly nothing. And finally, make them all pretend to be Australian and say Dr. Phil like phrases. THEN and only then you will begin to get an idea of what Footy is. Australian readers, if there are any, I mean this with great respect for your sport.
And one more thing...the prime minister speaks fluent Mandarin! How great is that!!! Good ol' George Dubya can't even seem to get a grip on his english.
Buenas noches.
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