As of yesterday I’m a mama and the proud new owner of a dog!
She is currently nameless, but is a five-year-old fox terrier I adopted from The Lost Dog’s Home in North Melbourne (half price adoptions for the rest of the school holidays, so get on it!). She had patella surgery two weeks ago so favours falling asleep on the couch or bed next to me, as you can see from the photos, but I’m told once she’s recuperated she loves going for jogs. So do I! It’s a match made in heaven.
What do you think I should name her?
That’s not the kind of rabbit you should be looking for, Eddie!
Easter egg hunt.
I had to work over Easter, so the housemate and I decided to do an Easter egg hunt on Good Friday, in the Women’s Garden near our house. Eddie went first and hid some eggs for me to find, then while he went to the servo for a drink, I hid some eggs for him.
Apparently that wasn’t enough though, because when I woke up on Sunday morning I found a fresh stash of Easter eggs waiting for me! Thanks, Eddie!
After my trip to Bendigo last week, the housemate and I had a catch up over pizza, ice cream and WrestleMania. How very American.
For you wrestling fans, I’ll just briefly state that I was quite disappointed in the whole spectacle this year. As much as everyone hates John Cena and it was The Rock’s hometown, I think Cena should have won; CM Punk VS. Chris Jericho was lacklustre and hardly a showcase of “the best in the world”; Triple H VS. The Undertaker was probably the best match of the night, but still didn’t live up to high expectations.
Lipstick & Dynamite.
Staying with the wrestling theme, Zoe, her boyfriend, her friend and I went to ACMI on Sunday night to watch a doco on the history of “lady wrestling”; emphasis on the history. The doco focussed on the original female professional wrestlers, like Mae Young, The Fabulous Moolah and Ella Waldek. It talked about the original women’s wrestling promoter, Billy Wolfe, and how he was a latter-day Vince McMahan, exploiting the “girl wrestlers” as eye candy. As Gladys “Kill ‘Em” Gillem said, if you weren’t wrestling for Wolfe, you were an “outlaw outfit”.
The doco also dealt with the abundance of sexual assault and domestic violence suffered by the ladies featured, and how some of them got into the business to protect themselves. Little did they know, the wrestling business can spit you out and leave you worse off than before. If there’s one thing I really got from Lipstick & Dynamite, it was that; wrestlers don’t belong to a union and if they’re deemed unmarketable (back then, female wrestlers were seen as “novelty” acts, along with midget wrestling, tag teams and non-white wrestlers) or injured, they’re brushed aside as yesterday’s news.
Well, that was an exercise in how not to do Snow White. Review to come.
I’ve been spamming everyone’s Facebook feeds with quotes from Fragments of Marilyn Monroe’s notes, letters and poems. I’ve still got a few pages to go in the semi-coffee table book, and I’ve already begun reading the gargantuan tome that is Bret Hart’s memoir. Would you expect anything less from a former professional wrestler (I promise, that rounds out the wrestling theme for the week)?
In magazine land, I wouldn’t normally buy Shop Til You Drop (despite it being a consistently great magazine, I really don’t need one that encourages me to buy even more!), but I think the puppies and Leighton Meester on the cover pulled me in. Apparently, next month’s issue features items that are all available online. Hmm, I might have to break my no-Shop rule for that one…
Related: My Week in Pictures 5th April, 2012.
Was This What Marilyn Monroe was Really Thinking When She was Filming The Prince & the Showgirl?
Image via Bleacher Report.