So when Amanda posted her 'what's in a blog name?' I jumped at the chance to copy cat, but of course.
My blog name is a bit of a weird one. Tell me, as Non-Australians, what do you think it means? Maybe you've read my FAQ, maybe you haven't, I'm honestly just curious. To those who don't know what porridge is, or even if you do, what do you think 'See You In A Porridge' means?
Well, I'm going to tell you anyway, but you should tell me if you thought it meant something different, for shits and giggles.
First off, what the heck is porridge? You can see wikipedia for the full definition, if you really want to. Basically, it's hot breakfast, like oatmeal. So to me, it means breakfast.
Super exciting, right?
See these 3 ladies? Well you know one of them, I hope. The other is my mummy, and the really pretty one is my Nana.
What, you don't think she's a knockout? Puh-lease.
Here she is with my Pa, who died before my mum even met my dad. Doesn't he look like John Wayne?
Anyway, back to Nana.
She's a really good egg. My mum had it pretty rough after she left my dad, 3 kids under 4 or so, alone in Sydney with no family. She did a pretty good job, if I do say so myself. We would drive down to Melbourne every Christmas, spend it with Nana and then we'd all drive back to Sydney and Nana would stay with us for a couple of weeks because we were on school holidays and mum had to go back to work. She's also the only grandparent I have ever had.
|we look sweet, but I promise, we were devils.|
As we got older and less crazy, we went down to Melbourne more often, and Nana stopped coming up to babysit us. As I got even older, I went down to Melbourne several times on my own, with a boyfriend or friend, to see my cousins, etc. Also, my very first international trip was with my Nana and we went to England.
Whenever I went to Melbourne, I always stayed with my Nana. Doesn't matter that I'm a married woman and we stayed in two small twin beds in June, I'd rather stay there than a hotel.
The pressure in her shower sucks, she makes you eat everything off your plate (everything. every.thing.) and never ever wastes food (and neither shall you, including the 15 year old jar of vegemite in the pantry). She likes to play the pokies, TV watching is tennis or the news, never lets you sit in her chair, likes to walk everywhere, buys the paper and a scratchie almost every day... Well, that's the Nana I grew up with. The Nana now doesn't walk around as much as she can't see very well after something similar to a stroke. She falls down and hurts herself, can't really see the paper anymore without a magnifying glass.. Life happens, I guess.
|oh god, look at my hair.|
But the point, ah yes, I am getting to it.
When we would say goodnight every night, my Nana always said 'see you in a porridge' which means see you in the morning at breakfast time. This always delighted me as a child, and my brothers and I would race to see who could say it the fastest. As I got older, I would 'pretend' to let her beat me in saying it, and now it is pretty much a Kristen & Nana thing. Every time we speak on the phone or skype, she says see you in a porridge, it's always the last thing she says to me, she writes it in my birthday and christmas cards... I don't know why it means so much to me but it does.
When I was leaving Melbourne on our trip in June, KC basically had to drag me to the car because I wouldn't stop hugging her, I was sobbing so much at the thought of leaving my Nana. Meanwhile, she's laughing at me and calling me a dill. But will I see her again? It breaks my heart. I love her so much.
When I was thinking of a blog name, I was stuck - aussie in america was taken, I think, and I couldn't really think of anything catchy like other bloggers. Then this just popped into my head, and I knew it was the right one! It makes no sense to anyone but me, it doesn't stick me in any specific blogging box, and reminds me of home.