To celebrate the release of their Flavor
Infused Range, Mocconna has asked me to share with you a daily ritual that I
do. Just for myself.
Coming up with my daily ritual was easy.
And tracing it back, it was interesting to note that it started when I was 17.
I was at high school and it was safe to say
that I was not the most diligent of students. I got by on a wing and a prayer
and a steel-trap-like mind that could get me out of almost any sticky situation.
Even, for example, being caught in my
school uniform with a cigarette in my hand. That particular teacher had a well
known drinking problem, so when I told him that I had merely picked it up from
behind the chapel to extinguish it before it burnt our Lords house down, and he
totally bought it.
Given that we have already established that
I didn’t qualify for the Gifted and Talented Program, you might not be
surprised at all to learn that my daily ritual comprised of….
The
Bold and The Beautiful.
It was the beginning of a short lived but
enthusiastic obsession.
Brooke and Eric got married. I think Brooke
married most of those Forrester’s at one point. I recall thinking she was so
beautiful and glamorous.
And then Amber Moore nee Forrester Nee
Ashby Nee Romalotti, rolled into town. Getting gainful employment as Rick’s
Nanny, her charms could not be avoided by the teenager, and well. What do you
know?
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| I CALL SHOTGUN |
That
saucy minx ran the show for a while there.
There seemed to be a wedding, a birth or a
death each week. And there was always someone SO OUTRAGED BY THE WHOLE THING!
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| Oh, my friend, that poor old banner is so worn out and soiled and tattered and torn by the fickle winds of your vicissitude. |
Then I grew up a bit and this ritual became
a thing of the past, something that happens when you are required to be at a
desk, working away until the sun goes down.
With the introduction of offspring into the
mix, I again sought solace in “my stories.” But things were different. They
lacked a certain ridiculousness that appealed to me as a youngster. So I
installed pay television and opened my eyes to a whole new world of entertainment.
Reality
Television.
I breastfed a bubba through the entire second
series of America’s Next Top Model, the one where Yoanna House won. I tried but
failed to get attached to Project Runway. I began to become mildly familiar in
someone called Kim Kardashian, who was apparently to replace Paris Hilton as
the handbag/dog carrier de jour.
Survivor, The Apprentice, The Amazing Race
and American Idol were all shows that I had an emotional investment in. Then as
the babies became toddlers, watching TV in the day became less and less
possible, because there was always something to do or someone to save.
My shows were replaced with Dora and Diego.
And Peppa Pig * snort *
But old habits die hard.
I still down tools at 2.30 most days, and
take 30 minutes to watch some trash TV. Current interests includes these
ladies… Naturally!
I need this escape because come 3.15pm, my
own reality comes crashing through the door, school bags in hands, demanding to
be fed or else they will starve to death.
Together with Moccona, we are giving you
the change to WIN a $500 JVC Voucher so you can get your daily trash fix without
fear of someone else commandeering the remote!
Or if you don't need a new TV, you might use it for something else,
maybe something for your Young and Restless tribe?
To
win, simply answer the following question in under 50 words.
What is your daily ritual?
